Light Chaser

In the twenty-sixth year of the Republic of China, the situation in Shanghai suddenly changed. The first time Shen Yizhen met Su Wanqing was at his wedding. She was the wife he was forced to marry. The collar of her cheongsam was embroidered with delicate branches. Her fingertips trembled slightly when she handed the tea, but her eyes were clear: "If Mr. Shen has any difficulties, Wanqing... Is willing to help." At that time, he was the sharp blade of the military command lurking in the depths of neon. The blood stained on the muzzle of his gun was thicker than the honey in her tea cup. He thought that this marriage was just a temporary measure, but he did not expect that this seemingly gentle woman would hide fatal information for him in the form of a cup of "broken jade tea" during the Japanese search; she would hold an ammunition box and smile at him at the dock where the gunfire was blazing: "I will guard half of your battlefield for you." The day Gu Yanqiu met Lin Manqi, she was scolding his "On Salvation" as worthless. The female doctor who returned from studying abroad is wearing a white coat, and her scalpel is sharper than the tip of his pen: "Empty talk about saving the country? It's better to save lives!" Later, among the ruins of Zhabei, he watched her kneeling in the mud to amputate the injured person's limbs. Blood splashed on her white coat, which looked like a poem that he could not write. She turned around and yelled at him: "Why are you dazed? Come and hold him down!" He clenched the blood-stained pen tightly, and suddenly understood - there is no need to write on paper if you insist. When the artillery fire of the Battle of Songhu tore through the melancholy sounds of Shanghai at night, the national flag in the Sihang Warehouse rang in the smoke: The stern military agent put away his gun and brushed the dust from her hair for the first time; The gentle ladies took off their hairpins, used the tea banquet as an array and the secret code as a blade; The elegant literati replaced pen and ink with hand grenades and wrote "Give me back my rivers and mountains" on the broken wall; The enthusiastic female doctor sharpened her scalpel and counted the days until his return under the oil lamp of the ambulance station. From the high walls of the imperial family to the beacon battlefield, they had their own concerns and ultimately sacrificed their lives to protect each other. "Shen Yizhen, you said you would come back to drink my new tea." "Gu Yanqiu, can you write one more sentence about my name in your article?" When the cheongsam was stained with gunpowder smoke and the gown was soaked with blood, they finally understood: Love in troubled times is never romantic, it is a look back in the rain of bullets, and a "wait for me" when parting between life and death—— The flames of war are raging, and what they protect is not only love, but also the glimmer of a nation reborn from the ashes. (Note: Contains elements of family and country feelings/strong alliance/marriage first, love later/redemption in troubled times, rigorous historical background, and delicate emotional lines, HE) Purpose: In this era of war and smoke, they have always protected not only love, but also the glimmer of a nation reborn from the ashes.