The Twelve Years, Song of the Unsung Friends 十二年 , 故人戏 by Mo Bao Fei Bao 墨宝非宝
The Twelve Years, Song of the Unsung Friends
《 十二年，故人戏 》
A familiar tune plays out over the years, and you and I are both characters in its performance.
When she first met Third Master Fu, he was a wealthy young gentleman who had rented out half the venue to support a performer. He liked to sit with one leg crossed over the other, turning his head to whisper to the people beside him. In the glow of the stage lights, his profile carried an air of languid, carefree charm.
Only later did she come to understand what lay beneath those half-lit, half-shadowed scenes.
The seat he occupied was surrounded by mountains of white bones, and the land he guarded was a vast and magnificent realm.
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