It was midnight, and everything was silent. The house behind Xiliang City Government Office was still brightly lit. A man in the house stood in front of the window and chanted with his hands. The poem he recited was written by Cen Shen, one of the Gao Cen of the Tang Dynasty. At this time, the bright moon was hanging in the air, just in response to the situation. But when he saw this man in his forties, his eyebrows were bright and starry eyes were like jade, and his face was graceful and elegant. However, the man's handsome face was a bit sad at this moment. The pipa was broken, and the wind was whistling and the night was long.There are many old friends in the Hexi curtain... He suddenly stopped singing here, and then turned to whispering to himself: Old friends?I, Gu, have no old friends, and now even this family is gone.After saying this, his anger suddenly surged, and he couldn't help but reach out and slapped the windowsill hard. Perhaps the pain in his hands made him calm again. The man sighed, as if he was helpless, and murmured in a low voice: It's okay to disperse, only when disperse can you survive. Alive, you must live.He no longer thought about it, and while patting, he started to recite poems again. The door was covered with fallen flowers and the spring was gone, and the window was covered with the waning moon when he was sober.... He kept reciting, but his face was full of loneliness and sorrow.