Jin He was wearing a military uniform and looked at the opera singers on the stage without saying a word. The flowing green sleeves on the stage and the rich colors on the stage were so simple and elegant off the stage.
At a time when many working people were starved of food, Huanchun had just returned from studying abroad. He was proficient in poetry and painting, good at singing and dancing, and lived a fashionable and luxurious life like a British socialite.
They said that Cai Que was the most beautiful man they had ever seen. Every move he made was stunning, like a classical ink painting. They say that the bed of a man is his springboard to the whore of men.
For many years, Jingdong has been silently learning from her little aunt, her conversation and behavior, her way of speaking eloquently in English, and the confidence and light between her brows that shape the destiny of a country.
Zhang Musheng finally left Shanghai, where gang wars were rife. When he was young, he grew from a clean boy to a powerful gang boss. When he was old, a joke on the radio turned into a lifelong dream.
Many years later, no one remembers her, Boss Yun. Time will pass and memories will become old. When she opened the dusty costume box, the turbulent memories washed away the years of her alone suffering like a flood.
