The sudden interlocking of fingers made both of their hands tremble slightly.

Zhou Rui forced himself not to turn his head, his stiff neck hanging on his shoulders, and Han Ziyin did the same, feeling the warmth between Zhou Rui's fingers with her slender fingers, and her heart beat wildly.

Zhou Rui is not at peace inside either. If he is just afraid of the dark, interlocking his fingers is obviously beyond this scope.

On the stage, a beam of light shone down, and an actor who appeared from the darkness at some point was revealed. He was wearing a long gown, seemingly in the style of the Republic of China, and was writing a letter.

"Xue Shan, in the blink of an eye, I haven't seen you for several months. Everything is fine with me, but I always miss you."

The voice of the monologue sounds from both sides, and there is a small screen with the lines to ensure that everyone can see and hear clearly.

"Have the chilblains on your hands healed before leaving? It's dry in early spring, so don't get wet frequently..."

Almost subconsciously, Zhou Rui rubbed the back of Han Ziyin's smooth hand, which was smooth and slightly cool.

In the darkness, Han Ziyin's other hand was clenched into a small fist until it turned white.

On the stage, there were noises and gunshots, and several people in military uniforms rushed in, seeming to be avoiding the pursuers. The protagonist of the letter was startled.

In a few words, it was explained clearly what was going on. The anti-Japanese martyrs were chased by the Japanese army and had to hide in.

The male protagonist seems to have another hidden agenda and is afraid of harming himself. Although the anti-Japanese warriors are angry, they can only leave again.

Watching the soldier leave, the male protagonist fell deeply into self-blame. After a long time, he sat down and continued to write.

"Xue Shan, everything is fine here. The Japanese troops haven't come here yet. Everything is peaceful. Don't think about it..."

In the second scene, the heroine is in a hospital-like place, with makeup marks that look like frostbite on her hands. She is reading a letter and eating steamed buns with a smile on her face.

Afterwards, several seriously injured soldiers were pushed in, and the heroine rescued them. Finally, she washed the blood from her hands and picked up a pen to write.

The monologue sounded again.

"Lin Yang, I am fine too. I am relaxed and happy every day. The hospital has distributed a lot of supplies and I can't even finish them..."

Zhou Rui probably understands that this is a drama with the background of the Republic of China.

His right hand did not move for a long time, and the body temperature of the two of them tended to be the same, so that Zhou Rui could not even feel it, and his fingers were intertwined with Han Ziyin's.

The drama continued, and gradually the audience understood what the story was.

The protagonist Lin Yang is terminally ill. As a telegraph expert, in order to be able to do something before his death, he pretends to surrender to the Japanese army and becomes a traitor, just to obtain the telegraph password.

He and the heroine Wang Xueshan were childhood sweethearts. They had reached the final step of clarifying their relationship, but they left without saying goodbye and only communicated through letters.

And Wang Xuishan also has her own story. She deceived Lin Yang and did not stay in a large city.

The stage is frequently switched in two different scenes. Recently, the two seem to be only tens of kilometers apart, and they are in the same battlefield, but they never meet each other.

Lin Yang's body is not as good as one day. Wang Xueshan's pressure is over a day. Finally, one day, Wang Xuishan proposed that the two of them established a relationship. Even if there is only a letter, they can still be a firm couple.

Unfortunately, Lin Yang consciously died of illness before contacting the telegraph password. At that time, he would only leave the reputation of a traitor to drag Wang Xueshan, so he never agreed.

Lin Yang wrote a lot of faith in advance, a lot of faith, entrusted to friends, and told friends that if he died, he sent one in two weeks. So many letters are enough to persist until the war is over.

Because of the shortage of manpower, Wang Xueshan had to take the danger of life. From the front line hospital, to the battlefield hospital, she also wrote a lot of faith and entrusted to colleagues, saying that if she died on the front line, she sent one every two weeks.

Maybe you can stick to the end of the war.

The story came to the climax. Lin Yang finally stole the password of the Japanese army, but was killed during the escape.

Wang Xueshan was killed by artillery shells in order to protect the patient.

Two people who love each other without meeting each other, those who do not recognize each other, double life.

And their letters are still conveying each other's thoughts at the frequency of once every two weeks.

Someone sent a letter, but no one received.

The form of the stage is also very beautiful. The male lead and the heroine maintains the appearance of death. Lin Yang is lying in a bloody snow, but Wang Xueshan is in the flames of the bear.

A sealing letter, such as white pigeons, shuttles on both sides, falls in the snow, falls in the flame, but no one looks at it.

Missing and admiration's monologue constantly sounds.

"Lin Yang, is the winter cold in the northeast? They said that they can spill water into ice, and I am curious when I grow in the south."

"Snow Shan, is there still crispy sugar in Shanghai? I miss the taste of my hometown, you have to help me eat more, maybe you can dream at night."

When I saw this, Han Ziyin was crying, and tears fell on the clothes.

Zhou Rui also felt very touching, but there was still some distance from the tears. He touched it left and right, took a pack of paper towels from his pocket, and handed it to Han Ziyin.

The Mu cloth slowly pulled up, a drama was completely ended, and Zhou Rui exhaled a bite of turbid air.

Indeed, it is easier for people to immerse in.

The lights turned on, Han Ziyin's eyes red, looking at Zhou Rui.

"They are so miserable... Even if they only establish a relationship through distance, at least they can die with their love for each other..."

Zhou Rui looked sideways at Han Ziyin: "Maybe we don't want to hurt each other. A short-term relationship may bring long-term sadness."

The actor walked up to the stage and thanked the audience. There was a lot of applause from the audience. This play was indeed well-produced, although the ending of BE made many female audience members cry.

Seeing the hero and heroine standing on the stage properly again, Han Ziyin felt better and was freed from the immersive sadness.

They also applauded.

After giving thanks, the audience left the venue one by one.

While waiting in line, Han Ziyin suddenly said: "Isn't short-term love not love?"

Zhou Rui thought for a while: "In real life, most short-term love does not end in separation, but in mutual disgust."

Han Ziyin whispered: "That's why I look forward and backward and miss a lot, right?"

Zhou Rui smiled softly: "What you miss may not be right."

We went out together, and it was dark when we entered, but now it is already late at night.

Zhou Rui raised his head and looked at the sky.

Pieces of snowflakes fell from the sky.

It actually snowed in Shanghai.

The sky was colored orange-red, which seemed to be the case every snowy night.

A person next to me said: "It's snowing so heavily. It's actually snowing in Shanghai. It's so rare."

Zhou Rui looked at the sky. He had never thought about it in his previous life. In this life, he used his brain a little and understood that a large number of snowflakes reflected the lights of the city and the ground in the night sky, so it looked orange-red.

If it is daytime, the infrared rays of sunlight penetrate the clouds and then are reflected.

As he raised his head, Zhou Rui suddenly felt something furry and rough hanging around his neck.

He was stunned for a moment and looked down. Han Ziyin's eyes flickered and she tied a red woolen scarf around his neck.

The stitching of the scarf is not fine and even a little crooked, but it keeps the cold air out.

Zhou Rui whispered: "This is..."

Han Ziyin lowered her head and said: "The scarf I knitted by myself...is a bit ugly...don't dislike it..."

It turns out that the handbag Han Ziyin has been carrying contains a scarf...

Zhou Rui picked up a corner of the scarf and looked at it...

The wool is soft...thick, seems to be some kind of wool...

Han Ziyin was very close to Zhou Rui. She tied the scarf neatly for him and tied a quadrilateral knot on her chest.
Chapter completed!