The theater was deserted and the curtains were blood red. After the gong was struck, a white-faced boy came out and started babbling in a nonsensical way. The young general stood on the side of the stage with his head held high, silent for a long time.
After the young man finished singing, he asked the general with a playful smile: "We say goodbye today, when can we meet again?"
The general said nothing.
Xiaosheng continued to ask: "Should we just say goodbye?"
The general remained silent.
Xiaosheng smiled and walked away.
In the middle of the night, a fire broke out. Xiaosheng stood by the river and looked at the house that was burned to ashes.
The general stood on the other side of the river, watching the flames soar into the sky.
That night there were seven stars aligned in a line. Even though the fire was bright, it was not as small as the stars in the sky.
Xiaosheng looked at the river and murmured: "General..."
The general adjusted his armor and said, "Let's say goodbye."
So let it go.
The general didn't hear the last words of caution.
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