In the seventeenth year of the Republic of China, there was continuous mist and rain in Shanghai.
Deep in Wutong Lane, the "Qing Ming Bao" has always bright lights and clear water, keeping a piece of paper and ink. In the undercurrent of troubled times, it carefully hides its beliefs.
A newspaper attracted the garrison commander Zhang Zhixiao.
The military uniforms are stained with gunpowder smoke, and the eyes are as sharp as blades. Every time I step into this newspaper office filled with the fragrance of ink, my words and chats are all calm and probing.
Inside the window are the literati's lonely lamps and scrolls, and outside the window are the soldiers' stormy journeys.
A wooden window separates the two worlds. Even across the identity gap, it cannot block the quietly growing thoughts.
The wind is blowing, the situation is tense, and the potential crisis is approaching step by step.
On the one hand, there is a belief that cannot be exposed, and on the other hand, there is a military order that cannot be controlled.
They looked at each other across the wind and rain, making a difficult choice between home country and love.
War smoke is everywhere, and things are ups and downs.
Fortunately, after all the twists and turns, the storm finally subsided, and the two people looking at each other through the window were able to meet each other in front of the lamp.
Intention: In troubled times, the ideals of family and country can be achieved while sincere love can be achieved, and the two ways of saving the country, both strong and soft, can be fulfilled in both directions.