"Sir, in the past three thousand years, you have watched the roar of the sea of clouds for a thousand years, watched thousands of birds singing softly, and sat on the bluestone for a thousand years to play the fairy music of heaven. All you said was that it was for him. If sir, you want to leave, can you tell me who he is?"
"Little doll, do you want to hear a story?"
"Is it him that sir is talking about?"
"What I want to say is to ask you if you want to hear a story."
Under the moonlight, on the top of a solitary mountain, there are old pine trees, thatched huts, and a chessboard. An old man and a young man are there. The story has been ringing for thousands of years since it started.
