Twelve Years, An Old Friend'S Play

For many years, an old play unfolds, and we are all but characters within it

The first encounter with Master Fu San was when he reserved half of the venue to support someone. He liked to sit with one leg crossed, leaning slightly to whisper to the person beside him. In the shadows of the lights, his profile revealed a kind of languid charm.

Later, she finally saw clearly that in the dim light and shadows, he was seated amidst a pile of white bones, guarding the vast mountains and rivers.