If ten years are like the Bronze Gate at the foot of Changbai Mountain, Zhang Qiling used a ghost seal to cut off all the past and return to the ultimate end. In the vast world, Wu Xie's footprints extend very far...
Then twenty years was when Jie Lianhuan typed "We still have a long way to go" on the keyboard. Then he walked out alone, took off his mask in front of the mirror, and blinked, as if someone else's image would appear.
Ten years will bury all innocence.
Twenty years, no beginning and no end.
"Everything is over." Including what has not yet begun.
Who still remembers the first move into chess? Who still remembers who pushed whom to doom? Who can be sure who really knows who?
All of this is just a play under Xisha. The people are in place, concentrate on the performance, and the show is over. No one has to promise a deadline.
Because the script ends here.
There is no beginning and no ending.