Xiangzi found Xiao Fuzi in his dream. If he could come back, if he could regain control of his life, if he could change everything, how would he choose? Could he have embarked on a completely different path?
He looked at Xiao Fuzi and murmured to himself, "Even if you wash your hands in a golden basin, there will still be blood." His voice was inextricably linked.
He was imprisoned, and Xiao Fuzi said with tears in his eyes that he would wait for him.
He was released from prison with difficulty, only to find that Xiao Fuzi had married his enemy.
On that bright moonlit night, when Xiangzi was dying, he thought of his son: Some said he looked like Xiangzi, some said he looked like that wealthy businessman...
"Whatever!" Xiangzi fell into a deep sleep, ignoring the day and night.
A bright meteor fell from the sky.
Purpose: How can individual efforts defeat the darkness of society?