The huqin in the mansion was playing loudly, and in the tens of thousands of years of vicissitudes, everything changed in an instant, and no one could keep anyone. In the clarification illuminated by time, it seemed that I had come and experienced it. Too much affection could not match the cruelty and ruthlessness of that time. In the end, it became more or less a cinnabar mole in the heart of some people, or it became mosquito blood, slapped into someone's heart. Looking back every night, I still see those old lives in my life.