In 1911, the Manchu dynasty was about to withdraw from the stage of history. In a small town at the junction of Fengtian and Zhili, a family with a blue flag gave birth to their first child. The baby girl was named Xitala Jinrong. Scarf, I hope she has the character of a woman and not a man; Rong, I hope she can be tolerant of all things. Xiao Jinrong lived up to the hopes of his family. During the turbulent thirty-seven years of the Republic of China, in the bustling Shanghai, he won a place with his solid opera skills and took care of his younger brother on his own. She wanders among rich businessmen and powerful people, but she can stick to her own pure land, like a lotus flower, emerging from the mud without being stained. She originally hoped to end her life like this, but the appearance of the wealthy businessman Bai Yizhou completely changed her destiny. The two people supported each other in the emotional entanglement of love and hate, and spent the turbulent half century together.
In that special era, the wheel of history seemed to be spinning particularly quickly. Everyone was trying to control their own destiny in troubled times, but it seemed that everyone was being kicked forward like a football. Everyone is like an actor, wearing different masks for different purposes, appearing on the stage at a specific time, and then fading sadly one day in the future. Some people choose to go with the flow, some choose to be a mantis, and some choose to fight to the death. What is right? Perhaps only your own heart can give the answer.
Time flies, and the figure who is still an actress once again appears on the stage. Things have changed, but it seems that there are always some things that time cannot wash away, and they still remain in this woman.
Intention: the beauty of love, the great wheel of the times, and the helplessness of life.