Modern young man Lin Chen traveled to Peking in 1937 and became a student at Yenching University.
The Japanese army marched southward, and the ancient city was about to fall. He witnessed the war tearing apart the peace with his own eyes.
There is no golden finger, only a clear and innocent heart, struggling to survive in the blood and fire.
From a helpless scholar to the backbone of the underground anti-Japanese war, comrades sacrificed and relatives and friends were separated.
During the street battles in Songhu, the Elegy of Nanjing, and the war in Wuhan, he smiled and shed tears and moved forward with the times behind his back.
War is not a fun story. People's hearts are harder than guns.
This is a journey of awakening that involves laughter and tears, and it is also the backbone of the nation where glimmers of light ignite fire.
