Canghaiguixu

When Li Yanqi was seven years old, he chased a paper rabbit into the old stage. Climb out after seventeen days. One hundred and seventy years have passed in this world. ——The vicissitudes of life only last for one scene. At twenty-eight, he held vigil at a funeral home. The rift is spreading. Those things still remember him. Someone spread the word: "You owe us a play."