Shen Huaijin and Song Wenshi were classmates and confidants in Yanyuan who used pen and ink as swords and vowed to break through the haze of the times. One has become the chief of the secret service with an arrest warrant, and the other is a journalist who still adheres to the ideal of "letters can save China."
When Song Wenshi was convicted for his speech and imprisoned, his former ideals gave off their last glimmer under the strangulation of power. Shen Huaijin sat behind the mahogany desk, his pen hanging over the verdict with the name of his old friend written on it.
When the gunshot rang out, a drop of ink, just like blood, fell on the blank space.
Intention: The character and choices of intellectuals, their persistence and alienation in the tide of the times.