Over the years, there has been a play about old friends, and you and I are both actors in the play.
The third master Fu I met for the first time was a young man who reserved half of the room for favors. He liked to cross his legs and turn his head to whisper to the people around him. The profile of his face in the shadow of the lamp exudes a dejected air.
Only later did she see clearly that in the half-bright light and shadow, he was sitting on piles of bones and guarding the vast mountains and rivers.
This story is purely fictional.
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