"Red Paper Ember"
——In a place where the flames of war are raging, the lovesickness has turned into ashes without sending any thoughts.
When the autumn rain in Shanghai in 1925 soaked the 47th unsent letter, Su Wanqing finally saw half of the red rope exposed in the pocket of Fu Chengan's military uniform - it was the concentric knot she tied on her last letter, but now it was entangled with the secret kill order of the Japanese Super High School.
From the first encounter with a white horse crushing flyers by the Suzhou River, to holding a crying baby in blood in a Chongqing air-raid shelter, eight hundred letters sprinkled with gold were turned to ashes in the flames of war in the past ten years. She shielded him from the poisoned wine in the Zhabei nightclub, and he suppressed the pornographic photos in the Mantie Archives for her, but the deepest knife is always hidden in the most lingering posture - the kiss behind the Paramount revolving door hid a bug, the marriage bed in the Xiafei Road apartment had explosive pictures hidden under it, and even when the Nanjing city was destroyed, the gun in each other's waist was hotter than the heartbeat.
When the Medal of the Blue Sky and White Sun was burned into the palms of their hands, and when the Miao Love Gu gnawed at the blood of Tongxin, they understood the worst curse of lovers in troubled times: I knew that you had been undercover for seven years and wore eight masks. The bronze box at the bottom of the Huangpu River slowly opened, revealing the charred mandarin duck pillow, the marriage letter with bullet holes, and the letter that no one had read. It began with "Seeing words is like meeting", but the signature was "Mistake in the next life."
