Dou Hanshan finally knew that she had fallen deeply in love with the dead Huai Lingren, and every time he saw him, Hanshan would always feel inexplicably sad in his heart.

Leaving is the most cruel decision to bury Huailingren, Huailingren has never admitted that Dou Hanshan is his cave lady, and his heart is inseparable from the ecstasy when he is entangled with Hanshan. The heart of the sleeve is extremely empty, and he loves the feeling of dry wood and fire too much. "Huai Lingren has never had feelings for me other than ecstasy." Dou Hanshan once thought. It is a sin to ecstasy to the extreme, and he uses Hanshan as a medicine to maintain his sanity, and if he loses it, he will become mad. "Hanshan, will you always give it to me?" She remembered that Huai Lingren had said such an unbelievable sentence before, and she was really tired and tired to see through him. Dou Hanshan is unspeakable about Huailingren's death, and her feelings have been buried by God. "Arms, let your ashes merge with the dust." Dou Hanshan didn't return to the Grand Opera Hall, she was already an empty shell with no ideas. On the night of Yunyu, Hanshan remembered Huailingren's drunken and dreamy expression, and her heart was already mixed. He is not only the emperor's male favorite, but also has been destroyed by other men in the Grand Opera Palace.

Dou Hanshan doesn't know where he should go from now on, and the Grand Opera Hall can't escape the common karma of the servants after all.

He was a down-and-out man in the last years of the Ming Dynasty. The former hall master of the Grand Theater here, Donglin Guan, adopted him, and from then on, the scars on his body were added one after another, and the whip fell on his body, and his heart was dripping blood, because no one could understand his heart......

Lin Zhu, the son of the former hall master, was very good to him, whenever he was beaten all over his body, Zhu'er silently bandaged his wounds, asked him if it hurt, he shed tears for his sleeves, he had no choice. Things never stay the same......

Lin Zhu made Huai Sleeve despair. He is a frivolous man. That night, from the moment he got drunk and disheveled and came out of the room of a certain theater, Huai Lingren no longer wanted to say a few words to him, he chilled his sleeves, and cried all night outside, he thought that no one in this world would treat him well.

If you don't sing well, you have to be beaten, every time you are beaten, your heart is as sad as a knife, he thinks that the world is warm and cold, but that's it. Huailing people have no relatives, their parents died early, and their bodies are weak. In the winter he always coughed and couldn't sleep at night, he knew that he would not live long in this world, and he did not want to leave with regrets. There is a saying since ancient times: The world is as short as a spring dream, and human affection is as thin as autumn clouds. Whenever I remember these sentimentally, I can't help but feel great sorrow. He believed in Lin Zhu, but he made the young sleeve extremely sad, not because he relied on Zhu Gongzi, but he was the most trusted person in Huai Sleeve. Since then, Huai Ling has been estranged from him, is Lin Zhu indifferent and surprised by him? Nor would he have the kind of feeling that no one would have thought of. In this great theater, he had no friends in his arms, and whenever he sang on stage, he was silently crying, and sometimes he was lonely and chanted: "As soon as Houmen entered the deep sea, Xiao Lang was a passerby from now on...... "He is not a woman, but he has a heart that is more fragile than a woman." Huai Ling was waiting for his "Xiao Lang", but he couldn't wait for him. Entering this grand theater, Huai Lingren was deeply submerged into the vast sea, he was devoured, swallowed by ruthless fate......

Why didn't the Huai Ling people want to have a bright future? Once he got out of this fire pit, there was no way back. In the third watch, he was beaten by the master of the front hall until he vomited blood, and he whipped Huai Lingren's body fiercely, dragged him to the courtyard wall, and made him cry all night long. After crying, they still have to sing, and in addition to singing, they have to chant poetry every day when they do this line of work. Because the former hall master likes to listen to poetry, Huai Lingren sang to him: "Hate each other is not as good as the tide and have faith, and lovesickness begins to feel that the sea is not deep." "Huai Sleeve is the most affectionate song here, not that he has a man who admires, and he has not thought of anything to admire. Lin Zhu's favorite thing is that every time Huai Sleeve sings to him alone, he obediently sits in front of Huai Sleeve and listens quietly. However, these are illusory, and they are no longer there.

In the heart of the sleeve, it is still that heart that will never be broken. There was a hunchbacked old man in the big theater, and everyone here said he was crazy, and the young Huai Ling people regarded him as his own grandfather. Covered in blood, he walked up to his grandfather, standing like stagnant water. The old man glanced at his sleeve, sighed, and limped out of the house to get medicine to bandage his wounds. Seeing his grandfather's old hand, the young and ignorant Huai Lingren's nose was sour. After leaving, I couldn't hold back anymore and cried a lot. Everyone here calls him an old madman, Huai Ling people call him grandpa, he never thinks that grandpa is a madman, he will always be the old man who makes Huai Ling people sad and kind. "Sleeve, look at you, my heart is happy. You and Brother Lin have to support them well, it's not easy for people. He nodded with a wrinkled old face. Huai Lingren's heart suddenly felt mixed feelings.

On a stormy night, there was only dull thunder and dreary rain. The doors and windows of the various grand theaters were closed, and the courtyards were not cleaned. In the second half of the night, Huai Lingren was awakened by the thunder, got up and lit the wax lamp, and when he opened the umbrella and pushed the door and didn't go out, he saw Lin Zhu rushing into his house like a frightened person, and his sleeves saw that his clothes were already soaked. The moonlight shone weakly, and I couldn't help but let Huai Lingren's heart have nowhere to put it. Lin Zhu told him that he had been beaten by the hateful Donglin official of the master of the front hall, and showed his wounds for his sleeves to see. Probably because he was very handsome, Lin Zhu couldn't help but lean on Huai Lingren's back, and he could only hear Lin Gongzi's cry. "Good sleeves, my brother also takes pity on you, they are all hard-working people, you have to be strong, ah." Lin Zhu looked at him with pity and loss, and then he knew what a good person Lin Gongzi was. "Sleeve, there are some things that you will understand when you grow up, don't complain...", he swallowed back as he spoke, shaking his head. Huai Sleeve also cried, took Lin Zhu's hand and walked to the bed, and wiped his tears with his sleeve.

When Huai Lingren woke up, his hands were tied, and several stout men beat him violently with leather whips stained with salt water in their hands, and several men picked up Lin Zhu with one hand and slammed him to the ground. I don't know when I passed out, and I recalled the sad old things from here fourteen years ago......