The Tricks of the Old Age

Three months after my grandfather died, he sent me a Nuo opera mask. From that day on, I can always hear a voice singing in my ears. It called me "Chen Lang" and said it would pay homage to me. It wants to drag me into an earthen grave and perform a play called "A Hundred Years of Love". The audience was filled with paper figures, all waiting for the groom to appear. I don't want to sing. But the mask can't be taken off.