During the Republic of China, war broke out everywhere, and the mountains and rivers were swaying.
Su Wanqing lived in Suzhou in the south of the Yangtze River and ran a bookstore. He used his pen and ink to convey information secretly and lurked among the fireworks in the market, waiting for the opportunity. She only wanted to keep her homeland safe, but she met the Northern Warlord Lu Jingheng on a rainy night.
Everyone said that Lu Jingheng held a heavy army, was ruthless in killing, dealt with all forces, had unpredictable thoughts, and was covered in blood and wind and frost. No one knew that he was in the center of the whirlpool, carrying the lives of thousands of soldiers, and walking on thin ice. When they first met, the two had ambiguous positions, tested each other, and were full of suspicion. In troubled times, sincerity is the most luxurious thing, and no one dares to be the first to reveal their true feelings.
Love quietly grows in secret encounters again and again, and letters become the only bond between the two. Thousands of miles apart, ten miles of beacon smoke, difficult for carriages and horses to pass, only a piece of plain paper carries the thoughts and concerns. The ordinary warmth and warmth are written on the paper, but the unspeakable mission of family and country is hidden. Between the lines, there is a heartbeat that has been restrained to the extreme.
But troubled times cannot tolerate the love between children. Rivalries between camps, surveillance by foreign enemies, and plots by internal traitors follow one after another, and the righteousness of family and country lies between the two. During a mission crisis, a misunderstanding suddenly occurred, and the piece of paper was forced to be interrupted. From then on, there was no news.
Lu Jingheng rushed to the front line and fought bloody battles, guarding the rear with a flesh-and-blood barrier; Su Wanqing stayed behind in the south of the Yangtze River, wandering alone in the shadow of swords and swords. They each stick to their faith and bury their love deep in their hearts. Countless times at the critical moment of life and death, we thought about each other from afar, but did not dare to meet or recognize each other.
The smoke of war spread across thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and the flames of war burned countless letters. When the smoke gradually subsided, the mountains and rivers were finally settled. After several years of separation, the two met again. Old letters turn yellow, past events surge up, and love, hate, and home and country are intertwined.
It turns out that when we meet in troubled times, love and faith are never an alternative.
Ten miles of beacon smoke road, a piece of lovesickness book.
Even if the mountains and rivers are turbulent, the years are chaotic, and I have crossed thousands of smoke, I will eventually rush to you.
Purpose: Love in the Republic of China