A tender and patriotic young general VS a rich girl who returns from overseas and dares to love and hate
When we first met, the man came riding a bamboo horse and went around the bed to pick green plums. In the end, there was only one left. It was not far to meet each other until the sand was blown by the wind.
"Shigure:
The stars are very bright tonight, like your eyes. The decisive battle tomorrow will be dangerous and unpredictable. If anything unexpected happens, please take care of yourself. Hidden in the interlayer of "Li Sao" in the box are the letters I wrote home over the years. I originally wanted to hand them over to you in person when I return home..."
There are dark brown spots on the lower right corner of the letter paper, like dried blood.
I looked through the rest of the letter like crazy. A total of forty-seven letters, almost one every month since the day he left home in 1937. Some were written in the trenches where the artillery fire stopped, and the ink was mixed with the rain; some were written on the hospital bed, and the handwriting was skewed due to pain. The last letter was not finished and stopped at the half sentence of "When the plum blossoms bloom...".
The dusk was closing outside the window, and the thin ice on the Suzhou River reflected the last rays of sunset. I fell down on the wicker chair holding the letter, and vaguely saw a young man in military uniform walking through the light and shadow, with the snow from the south of the Yangtze River and the sand beyond the Great Wall falling on his shoulders. It turns out that he never broke his promise, and those unsaid thoughts had already passed through the flames of war and met me again at this moment.
Intention: It turns out that he never broke his promise, and those unsaid thoughts have long passed through the flames of war and are reunited with me at this moment.