He is the youngest professor studying abroad at Hujiang University, and she is the apple of the eye of a wealthy silk merchant in the south of the Yangtze River.
With a sudden glance in the Chinese language class, she broke his gold-rimmed glasses and broke away the most shocking teacher-student romance in the Republic of China.
Rumors spread like a knife for ten miles, and the father in the deep house broke the tea cup: "How can I, the daughter of the Su family, marry a Han Confucian!"
The war lasted for three months, and he was imprisoned for his anti-Japanese speeches. She bit her finger outside the iron window and wrote a letter in blood: "If you die, I will not be the only one alive."
When the iron hoof trampled the mountains and rivers, and the family was overturned, she sold her last jade earring in exchange for a ship ticket: "I will go to Chongqing, he will wait for me."
On the night of the reunion on the banks of the Jialing River, air raid sirens pierced the sky, and incendiary bombs lit up the tears in his eyes: "Jingyi, this broken mountain and river cannot accommodate a desk for you and me."
But she unfolded the blood-stained marriage certificate in the ruins: "There is no room for the desk, so we can live in the same cave.
