Chapter 225 Isn't This Enough?

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

Zhou Rui forced himself not to turn his head, his stiff neck stiffened on his shoulders, and Han Ziyin was the same, her slender fingers felt the warmth between Zhou Rui's fingers, and her heart was beating wildly.

Zhou Rui was not calm in his heart. If he was just afraid of the dark, interlocking fingers was obviously beyond this scope.

On the stage, a beam of light came down, and the male actor who appeared from the darkness at some point was revealed. He was wearing a long gown, which seemed to be the style of the Republic of China, and was writing a letter.

"Xueshan, it's been a few months since we last met. I'm fine, but I often miss you."

The voice of the monologue sounded from both sides, and there was a small screen for the lines to ensure that everyone could see and hear clearly.

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

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

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

On the stage, there was a noise and gunshots. Several people in military uniforms rushed in, seemingly avoiding pursuers, and the protagonist who wrote the letter was startled.

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

The male protagonist seemed to have another secret. He was afraid of getting himself involved. Although the anti-Japanese fighters were angry, they could only leave again.

Looking at the backs of the soldiers leaving, the male protagonist was deeply self-blamed. After a long time, he sat down and continued to write letters.

"Xueshan, everything is fine here. The Japanese army has not come here yet. It's peaceful. Don't worry."

In the second scene, the heroine was in a place like a hospital. There were traces of makeup on her hands that looked like frostbite. She was reading a letter while chewing a steamed bun with a smile on her face.

After that, several seriously injured soldiers were pushed in. The heroine rescued them, and finally washed the blood off her hands and picked up a pen to write.

The monologue sounded again.

"Lin Yang, I am also fine, I am free and happy every day, the hospital has distributed a lot of supplies, I can't finish eating them all."

Zhou Rui probably understood that this is a drama set in the Republic of China.

The right hand has not moved for a long time, and the body temperatures of the two people have become the same, so that Zhou Rui can't feel that he and Han Ziyin are holding hands.

The drama is still going on, and gradually the audience understands what kind of story this is.

The protagonist Lin Yang is terminally ill. As a telegraph expert, in order to make a final contribution before his death, he pretends to surrender to the Japanese army and become a traitor, just to obtain the telegraph code.

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

And Wang Xueshan also has her own story. She deceived Lin Yang and did not stay in the big city to work, but went to the hospital in the frontline city to save lives and heal the wounded every day.

The stage frequently switches between two different scenes. At the latest, the two seemed to be only a few dozen kilometers apart and in the same battlefield, but they had never met. Letters were all the connection between the two.

Lin Yang's health was getting worse day by day, and Wang Xueshan's pressure was getting greater day by day. Finally, one day, Wang Xueshan suggested that they establish a relationship. Even if they only exchanged letters, they could still be a steadfast couple.

Unfortunately, Lin Yang felt that he might die of illness before he came into contact with the telegraph code. At that time, he would only leave a reputation as a traitor to drag Wang Xueshan, so he never agreed.

Lin Yang wrote many letters in advance, many, many letters, and entrusted them to his friends, telling them that if he died, he would send one every two weeks. So many letters would be enough to last until the end of the war.

Because of the shortage of manpower, Wang Xueshan had to risk her life and go from the front-line hospital to the field hospital. She also wrote many, many letters and entrusted them to her colleagues, saying that if she died on the front line, she would send one every two weeks, and maybe she could last until the end of the war.

The story came to a climax. Lin Yang finally stole the Japanese army's telegraph code, but was killed in the process of escaping.

Wang Xueshan was also killed by shells in the field hospital to protect patients.

Two people who loved each other but never met or recognized each other died.

And their letters, still conveying their thoughts to each other at a frequency of one letter every two weeks.

Some people sent letters, but no one received them.

The stage presentation was also very beautiful. The hero and heroine maintained their appearance when they died. Lin Yang was lying in a bloody snow, while Wang Xueshan was in a blazing flame.

Letters flew back and forth like white doves, falling on the snow and in the flames, but no one read them.

Monologues of longing and admiration kept ringing.

"Lin Yang, is the winter in the Northeast cold? They say that water can be poured into ice. I am very curious as I grew up in the south."

"Xueshan, are there any crispy candies to eat in Shanghai? I miss the taste of my hometown. You have to help me eat more. Maybe I can dream about it at night."

When seeing this, Han Ziyin was already crying, and tears fell on her clothes. There were many people crying in the whole hall.

Zhou Rui also felt very moved, but he was still a little far from tears. He felt around, took out a pack of tissues from his pocket, and handed it to Han Ziyin.

The curtain slowly closed, and the drama was completely over. Zhou Rui exhaled a breath of turbid air.

Indeed, it is easier to immerse yourself in it than a movie.

The lights came on, and Han Ziyin looked at Zhou Rui with red eyes.

"They are so miserable. Even if they only established a relationship in the air, at least they can die with love for each other"

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

The actors walked onto the stage and thanked the audience. There was a lot of applause from the audience. This play was indeed well-made, although the BE ending made many female audiences cry.

Seeing the hero and heroine standing on the stage again, Han Ziyin felt better and got out of the immersive sadness.

He also applauded.

After thanking them, the audience left one by one.

While queuing, Han Ziyin suddenly said: "Isn't a short-lived love not love?"

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

Han Ziyin whispered: "That's why you look back and forth and miss a lot, right?"

Zhou Rui smiled lightly: "What you miss may not be the right thing."

They walked out together. It was just dark when they entered the venue, but now it was already late at night.

Zhou Rui looked up at the sky.

Snowflakes fell from the sky.

It was snowing in Shanghai.

The sky was orange-red, and it seemed to be like this every night when it snowed.

Someone next to him said, "It's snowing so heavily. It's snowing in Shanghai. How rare."

Zhou Rui looked at the sky. He had never thought about it in his previous life, but he figured it out after a little thought in this life. 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 was daytime, it was the infrared rays of sunlight that penetrated the clouds and then reflected.

While looking up, Zhou Rui suddenly felt that a furry and rough thing was hanging on his neck.

He was slightly stunned, and looked down. Han Ziyin's eyes flickered, and she tied a red wool scarf around his neck.

The scarf's stitches were not fine, and even a little crooked, but it kept the cold out.

Zhou Rui whispered: "This is"

Han Ziyin lowered her head and said: "The scarf I knitted myself is a little ugly, please don't dislike it"

So the handbag that Han Ziyin has been carrying is filled with scarves

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

The yarn is soft and thick, it seems to be some kind of wool

Han Ziyin was very close to Zhou Rui, tied the scarf neatly for him, and tied a quadrilateral knot on his chest.

The voice was very low and soft: "Zhou Rui, am I pursuing you like this?"