In an era of constant war, love is an undelivered letter, a spark on the railway track, a silent watch over the long river, and an everlasting glimmer of light in the dark night.
This article is engraved with four stories of the Republic of China in which people practiced their faith with their lives in the broken mountains and rivers:
> In the autumn rain in Peiping, architectural scholar Gu Yuxiu and physician Cheng Jingyi formed a life-and-death alliance due to the collision of ideas. Drawings and scalpels jointly drew a blueprint of "hope" until the bloody dawn swallowed up the unspoken heart;
> In the Labor Hospital, mechanical engineer Gu Zhixing and doctor Su Lingyi stood side by side amid strikes and the smoke of the Northern Expedition, wrenches sutured wounds, gun drawings and the blood-stained "Das Kapital" became the kindling that started a prairie fire;
> During the turmoil in Shanghai, the banker's son and the medical daughter had a heart-to-heart connection in the disaster relief shed and the banned magazine basement. The sold jewelry, frozen accounts, and farewells at the dock were just for the words "see the dawn for me";
> Under the smoke of the plague, Gu Qinghe, the director of the study abroad program, and Lin Shuyue, a daughter of a family of traditional Chinese medicine, went from antagonism to symbiosis. The silver needle decoction and homemade penicillin reflected in the glassware the first glimmer of scientific salvation.
They are architects, engineers, doctors, bankers, scientists - and even more so, night walkers who use their profession as a spear and conscience as a shield in troubled times.
Drawings, scalpels, wrenches, silver needles, checks, test tubes... Are all their weapons against the decadent era.
The unsent love poems, the German books on the railway tracks, the blood-stained "Das Kapital", the note behind the ship ticket, the bacteria in the fermentation tank... Carry a faith that is heavier than an oath.
When love is destined to go hand in hand with national ideals and sacrifices, what should they do?
