After the Wenchuan earthquake in 2008, Shen Zhaoxue was dragged into an underground dump in Chongqing by his creditors.
His right leg is disabled, he plays the pipa extremely well, and a mole of tears at the end of his eye looks like fresh snow.
Jiang Jin's used bookstore is located at Chaotianmen Pier.
The scar on the left side of his face was hideous, but he said to Shen Zhaoxue in the gentlest voice: "If you play a wrong note, I will chop off one of Chen Yan's fingers."
When war correspondent Xu Qinghe pushed open the store door, the sound of the pipa suddenly stopped.
She looked at Jiang Jin's hand holding Shen Zhaoxue's chin and smiled softly: "One of you lives by hatred, and the other breathes by pain. What a perfect match."
Later——
Shen Zhaoxue died in the thick fog of Chongqing, and Jiang Jin's chains finally couldn't hold the wind.
Xu Qinghe opened a blood-stained letter amidst the artillery fire in Syria:
"Sister Qinghe, do you think there is anyone in the world who doesn't have to wait?"
Intention: love
