Three Years That No One Knows About, a Love That No One Applauds

My name is Jiang Li, and I am a playwright who works in a dilapidated theater on the outskirts of the city. The script "No One Applauds", which I wrote for three years, was rejected time and time again by the employer. I thought it would just rot in the drawer until Shen Zhiyi opened the iron door of the theater at three o'clock in the morning on that autumn night. He was the only light I chased when I was trapped in the torrent of reality; I was his only outlet during the eight years he was trapped in capital and contracts. But we have all forgotten that the world under the spotlight can never tolerate pure sincerity. The siege of capital, the abuse of fans, and the overwhelming Later, he became an award-winning actor and guarded that empty theater year after year; I went to a small seaside town in the south and became an ordinary Chinese teacher, never writing a line again. We live in the same world, but we live as parallel lines that never intersect. In the final chapter of the script, there is no more you and me. In the end, no one cheered for this love that no one knew about.