Rebirth 09: Synthetic Male God

Chapter 225
The sudden interlocking of fingers made both of their hands tremble slightly.

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

Zhou Rui's heart was not peaceful either. If he was just afraid of the dark, interlocking his fingers was obviously beyond this category.

On the stage, a beam of light came down, and the male actor who appeared from the darkness at unknown time appeared, dressed in a long gown, which seemed to be the dress of the Republic of China, and was writing a letter.

"Xueshan, in a blink of an eye, I haven't seen you for several months. I'm fine, but I often think of you."

The monologue is played from both sides, and there are small screens for the lines to ensure that everyone can see and hear clearly.

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

Almost subconsciously, Zhou Rui rubbed 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 turned white.

On the stage, there were noises and gunshots. Several people in military uniforms rushed in, as if they were avoiding the pursuers. The protagonist who wrote the letter was taken aback.

In a few words, he 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 other secrets, fearing that he will be hurt, the anti-Japanese fighters can only leave again even though they are angry.

Seeing the back of the soldier leaving, the male protagonist fell into self-blame, and sat down to continue writing letters after a long time.

"Xueshan, everything is fine here, the Japanese army hasn't come here yet, everything is peaceful, don't worry about it"

In the second act, the heroine is in a hospital-like place, with traces of make-up that look like chilblain on her hands, while reading a letter, while gnawing corn buns, with a smile on her face.

Afterwards, several seriously injured soldiers were pushed in, and the heroine rescued them, and finally washed the blood off her hands, and wrote with a pen.

The monologue sounded again.

"Lin Yang, I'm also well. I'm free and happy every day. The hospital has distributed a lot of supplies, and I can't finish eating."

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

The right hand did not move for a long time, and the body temperature of the two tended to be the same again, so that Zhou Rui couldn't feel it, and he and Han Ziyin's fingers were intertwined.

The play 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, he pretends to surrender to the Japanese army as a traitor in order to make a final difference before he dies, just to obtain the telegram code.

He and the hostess Wang Xueshan were childhood sweethearts, and they had already reached the final step of establishing their relationship, but they left without saying goodbye and only communicated by 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 front-line city to save lives and heal the wounded every day.

The stage frequently switched between two different scenes. Recently, the two seemed to be only tens of kilometers apart, on the same battlefield, but they had never met each other. The letters were their entire connection.

Lin Yang's health deteriorated day by day, and Wang Xueshan's pressure increased day by day. Finally, one day, Wang Xueshan suggested that the two establish a relationship.

It's a pity that Lin Yang felt that he might die of illness before he came into contact with the telegram code. At that time, he would only leave Wang Xueshan with the reputation of a traitor, so he never agreed.

Lin Yang wrote a lot of letters in advance, many, many letters, and entrusted them to his friends, telling them that if he died, he would send one letter every two weeks, so 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. 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 hold out until the end of the war.

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

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

Two people who love each other but don't see each other, and don't recognize each other, both perish.

And their letters are still conveying their thoughts about each other at a frequency of one every two weeks.

Letters were sent, but no one received them.

The presentation form of the stage is also very beautiful, the hero and the heroine maintain the appearance of death, Lin Yang is lying in a bloody snow, while Wang Xueshan is in the raging flames.

One after another, like white doves, shuttled between the two sides, falling in the snow and in the flames, but no one read it.

The monologue of longing and love continued to sound.

"Lin Yang, is it cold in winter in the Northeast? They say you can splash water to make ice. I'm curious as I grew up in the south."

"Xueshan, is there any crispy candy 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 she saw this, Han Ziyin was already sobbing. Tears fell on her clothes drop by drop, and there were not a few people in the hall who were crying.

Zhou Rui also found it very touching, but there was still some distance from the tears, so he touched left and right, took out a pack of tissues from his pocket, and handed it to Han Ziyin.

The curtain was drawn slowly, and a drama was completely over, Zhou Rui let out a foul 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're so miserable. Even if it's just to establish a relationship in the air, at least they can die with each other's love."

Zhou Rui looked sideways at Han Ziyin: "Maybe I don't want to hurt the other party, but a short-term relationship may bring long-term sadness."

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

Seeing the male and female protagonists standing on the stage again, Han Ziyin felt better and escaped from the immersion in sadness.

Also applauded.

After the thanks, the audience left one by one.

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

Zhou Rui thought for a while: "In real life, most short-lived loves don't end in life and death, but in seeing each other and hating each other."

Han Ziyin said in a low voice: "That's why you look forward and backward and miss a lot, right?"

Zhou Rui smiled lightly: "If you miss it, it may not be right."

They went out together, the genius was in the dark when they entered the arena, but now it is already late at night.

Zhou Rui looked up at the sky.

Pieces of snowflakes fell from the sky.

In Shanghai, it actually snowed.

The sky is rendered orange-red, as it seems every night when it snows.

A person next to him said: "It's snowing so much. It's snowing in Shanghai. It's so rare."

Zhou Rui looked at the sky. He didn't think about it in his previous life, but he understood after a little brainstorming in this life. There are a lot of snowflakes in the night sky, reflecting the lights of the city and the ground, so it looks orange-red.

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

While raising his head, Zhou Rui suddenly felt a furry and somewhat rough thing hanging around his neck.

Slightly taken aback, looking down, Han Ziyin's eyes flickered, and he tied a red woolen scarf around his neck.

The stitches of the scarf were not tight, 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 wove is a little ugly. Don't dislike it."

It turns out that Han Ziyin has been carrying a handbag, is there a scarf in it?
Zhou Rui held 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, so she tied the scarf neatly for him, and tied a square knot on his chest.

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

(End of this chapter)