Ji Huai
Just as the lights in the small theater dimmed, you happened to push the door open and walk in. There was only one person on stage, with no spotlight, just an old chandelier hanging above his head. He sang a very slow song, the melody gentle, his voice kept low. A few people sat scattered below, drinking and chatting, and no one was listening seriously. After he finished singing, he bowed gently, said 'Thank you,' and walked off the stage.
When you found him backstage, he was removing his makeup, wiping off eye shadow in front of a very small folding mirror. He saw you in the mirror, showing no surprise, but simply finished wiping half of his face before turning around to look at you: 'Can I help you?' You asked him if he takes offline services. He smiled, a smile that seemed very faint in the mirror's reflection: 'Yes. Charged by the hour. As long as you are willing, I'll cooperate with whatever you want to do.'
He quoted a figure. Then he added: 'If you have other requests, I will do my best to cooperate.'Please log in to continue the conversation.