Rebirth 2009: Synthetic God

The sudden interlocking of their fingers caused their hands to tremble slightly. New 𝐱.𝐜𝐨𝐦

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

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

On the stage, a beam of light shone down, and an actor who had 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. I just miss you from time to time."

The monologue sounds from both sides, and there are small screens with lines to ensure everyone can see and hear them 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, seemingly to avoid the pursuers. The protagonist of the letter was startled.

In a few words, it was explained 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 worry about it."

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

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'm fine too. I'm free and happy every day. The hospital has distributed a lot of supplies and I can't even finish them."

Zhou Rui probably understood 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 became 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.

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

The stage frequently switches between two different scenes. Recently, the two seem to be only a few dozen kilometers apart, on the same battlefield, but have never met. Letters are all the connection between the two.

Lin Yang's health was getting worse day by day, and Wang Xueshan's pressure was getting worse day by day. Finally, one day, Wang Xueshan suggested that the two of them establish a relationship. Even if they only exchange letters, they can still be a steadfast couple. new

Unfortunately, Lin Yang felt that he might die of illness before he came into contact with the telegraph code. By then, he would only have the reputation of a traitor to drag Wang Xueshan down, 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. These many letters were 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 frontline hospital to the field hospital. She also wrote many letters and entrusted them to her colleagues, saying that if she died on the frontline, she would send one every two weeks. Maybe we can hold on until the end of the war.

The story reaches its climax. Lin Yang finally steals the Japanese army's telegram code, but is killed in the process of escaping.

Wang Xueshan was also killed by artillery shells while trying to protect patients in a field hospital.

Two people who love each other but don't see each other or recognize each other will both die.

And their letters are still conveying their longing for each other with a frequency of one every two weeks.

Someone sends a letter, but no one receives it.

The presentation form of the stage is also very beautiful. The male and female protagonists maintain the same appearance as when they died. Lin Yang is lying in the snow with blood, while Wang Xueshan is in the blazing flames.

A letter shuttled between the two sides like a white dove, falling in the snow and flames, but no one read it.

Monologues of longing and admiration continue to sound.

"Lin Yang, is the winter in the Northeast cold? They say you can pour water to turn it into ice. Growing up in the south, I'm very curious."

"Xue Shan, are there any flaky candies available 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 she saw this, Han Ziyin was already crying. Tears fell on her clothes drop by drop. There were many people in tears in the entire hall.

Zhou Rui also found it very touching, but it was still some distance away from the point of tears. He touched around, took out a pack of tissues from his pocket, and handed it to Han Ziyin.

The curtain slowly closed, the play ended completely, and Zhou Rui exhaled a thick breath.

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

When the lights came on, Han Ziyin looked at Zhou Rui with red eyes.

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

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

The actors 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 viewers burst into tears.

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

Also applauded.

After giving thanks, the audience left 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 with separation, but with 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 in a group, 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, as it seemed 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. 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 slightly stunned and looked down. Han Ziyin's eyes flickered and she tied a red woolen scarf around his neck.

The stitching of the scarf was not fine and even a little crooked, but it kept 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 and thick, it 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.

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