(The story takes place on July 14, 1927, in Yanyu Hutong, No. 003 Street, Shanghai's Bund.) ）

On July in Shanghai, the light rain is slightly melancholy all day long, and the bustling street market can't help but let out a faint sigh and sigh.

The miles of smoke and rain alleys are filled with vendors, workers and other people, and they are quite lively during the day, but at night, especially on rainy nights like now, the whole street becomes very deserted.

On the path made of blue mud and stone slabs, there were some heavy footprints from time to time, and under the faint light of the neighborhood, I saw a young man wearing a light gray robe and round-framed glasses, with a literati temperament, walking on the road with an umbrella.

Looking into the depths of the alley, I could only see a wonton shop on the side of the road that had not yet closed its stall, and this young man with a beautiful face was also walking towards the place where the stall was.

"Boss, let's have a bowl of shrimp ravioli......"

"Okay, sit down!"

The young man put away his umbrella, shook off the rain, and sat down closest to the street.

Since it was late, there was no one else at the stall except him and the stall owner.

"Listening to your accent, it should be from the north, right?" asked the stall owner as he served him wontons.

"yes...... Northern. The man's voice was slightly dulled.

"These days, the north is not peaceful, and it is still a good mile of our old Shanghai......"

The man didn't answer, just slowly scooped the wontons with a spoon.

"It's just a superficial good. A soft voice came from not far away, causing both of them to look back, and the young man's expression immediately became complicated.

It was a Shanghai girl wearing a pale yellow cheongsam, with a beautiful face and a slender figure.

I saw her put away the oil-paper umbrella, walked over to the young man, and sat down gracefully.

"It's still the same, no garlic. She looked at the stall owner, smiled, and then turned her gaze to the young man beside her. It can be seen that they are acquainted, and the stall owner left with interest.

"You're still here......" The man's voice was a little deeper.

"It seems...... You already know that. She put her eyes in his eyes, and there seemed to be no expression on her face.

He took out a black mass from the wide cuff, clumsy and heavy----- a gun, an alloy revolver, the muzzle of which was pointed at himself, and handed it to her.

"What if you know it? The ending is not always the same. ”

She took the pistol, stared at it for a long time, and then poured all the bullets out of the magazine, and laughed softly:

"If you choose a different choice, the ending will still be different......"

The young man, Zhuang Zifei, was a high-ranking intellectual who supported the revolution and was also the target of assassination by certain reactionary forces. And he and the girl in front of him were classmates in college, and they liked each other, but later due to party and government prejudice, they didn't dare to express their intentions, and even fell into the relationship between assassination and assassination today.

"No matter what, I'll see you again when I come to Shanghai...... I'm really happy. ”

"Here come the shrimp wontons......" Before she could answer, the stall owner's shouts came. They looked at each other for a moment, but neither of them spoke again, just quietly looked at the food in front of them.

"Seriously, you've never been afraid?" she lifted her clear eyes, and there was an indescribable sadness in them.

"The situation of the revolution is grim, and some things ...... Someone always has to do it. ”

"But why does that person have to be you?" her words became much more ferocious, and her gaze was very determined. It wasn't until she saw Zhuang Zifei's expression become heavier and heavier that her frowning brows gradually relaxed.

"I hope that one day, there will be no more war in the country, and there will be no more differences between the party and the government, and you and I will ...... You can also sit together and listen to the rain in Shanghai. Under the light, she took a deep breath, and her eyes flushed with a faint flush.

"There will come a time. Zhuangzifei's voice was firm, as if he had given her a promise.

She smiled shallowly, then picked up the oil-paper umbrella and slowly stood up:

"Anyway...... Tomorrow, I wish you all the best. She turned, opened her umbrella, and walked out of the wonton stand, gradually disappearing into this long, lonely rainy night.

Looking at her distant back, Zhuang Zifei felt an unspeakable loss in his heart. Because in such a turbulent era, no one knows what kind of changes will happen tomorrow, and they don't know which meeting will become the farewell of this life.

(At 10:40 a.m. the next day)

The sky in Shanghai is gray, and although it has just rained at night, it is difficult to suppress the hot and dry weather in July.

Outside the Louis Hotel, less than five kilometers away from Yanyu Hutong, black cars arrived one after another, and a public servant in a suit and leather shoes stepped out of the car, holding a hat, and entered the hotel.

At the end of the convoy, Zhuang Zifei slowly walked down and walked in the direction of the hotel. Although reporters from major newspapers blocked them, they were all blocked by his entourage.

The scale of the venue is very large, and the waiters, sound engineers and other staff are constantly busy on and off the stage.

"Mr. Zhuang, please come here. Under the guidance of the hostess, Zhuang Zifei walked onto the rostrum covered with a red carpet.

The discussion in the audience continued, and it was not until the host said the three words "Zhuangzi Fei" that the whole venue quieted down. Everyone turned their attention to the young man on the stage, and no one would question the level and qualifications of this young talent.

Looking at the people from all walks of life in front of him, Zhuang Zifei was so excited that he completely ignored that there was a girl in a corner of the venue who was silently watching him.

Zhuangzi turned on the microphone switch, and his deep voice became brighter:

"Patriotic compatriots from all walks of life, I am honored to be able to talk about state affairs with you today. In terms of qualifications and experience, Zhuang is definitely not as good as all the predecessors here, but at this critical period of the National Revolution, I also want to make my own contribution to the country. ”

"On April 12, Chiang rebelled against the revolutionary masses and hunted down patriots on a large scale, pushing the revolution to the edge of the precipice...... The only way to save the revolution today is for all of us to unite tightly......"

"I will not be attached to any political group, I will only follow my own heart......"

Zhuang Zifei's words were sonorous and powerful, and the words were heart-to-heart, winning countless applause and cheers from the audience. Just as the speech was about to reach its climax, a panicked voice suddenly sounded:

"The wires are on fire, let's go...... Hurry!"

In less than a moment, black smoke billowed up from the venue, and Zhuang Zifei hurriedly threw away the microphone that made a "sizzling" sound, walked down the stage, and squeezed back and forth in the crowd.

"......Boom" An explosion shook the earth, and a large area of the venue from the rostrum to the center of the venue instantly turned into a sea of fire, and the fire became more and more vigorous, forcing Zhuang Zifei and others to flee in all directions.

"The people of Wang's puppet government are coming, quickly withdraw ......" shouts outside the hotel rose one after another, shattering the hopes of everyone present. Then, a loud gunshot rang out from nowhere, adding to the confusion.

"Chairman Wang has an order, kill Zhuang Zifei at any cost!" Some people dressed as waiters at the venue raised their pistols from their waists at this time and shot wildly in the direction where Zhuang Zifei was.

"Protect Mr. Zhuang...... Quick!" Under the cover of his entourage, Zhuang Zifei took off his conspicuous robe and evacuated to the exit of the hotel.

But the crowds blocked the exit, and the chaos caused by the fire on the wires made it impossible for him to evacuate for a while.

At this moment, a familiar figure flashed in front of him, leaving his spiritual world on the verge of collapse:

"Su Yan, what are you going to do, don't go over......" In order to give Zhuang Zifei more time to retreat, she was originally hiding in a corner, she found the right time, picked up Zhuang Zifei's clothes in the chaos, and put them on herself as quickly as possible, pointing all the enemy's guns at herself.

"Don't ......" Zhuang Zifei cried desperately, trying to catch up with her, but was squeezed back alive by the huge crowd. The entourage finally opened a way out in the crowd, and then pulled Zhuangzi, who was like crazy, to the exit.

"Don't......

The gunshots rang out through the heavens and the earth, and red blood gushed out from Su Yan's chest, staining every inch of the venue. It wasn't until the moment she fell that Zhuang Zifei's spiritual world completely collapsed.

His throat was hoarse, his tears were dry, and he was probably crazy at the moment.

Seeing Su Yan's body being burned to ashes inch by inch by the fire, his face went from horror to grief, until now there was no expression, and he was stunned in place.

It took a lot of effort for the entourage to pull Zhuang Zifei out of the hotel, and just about to drag him into the car, but Zhuang Zifei suddenly went crazy, shook off all the people around him, and ran away in the direction of due east.

Seeing this, everyone panicked and hurriedly chased Zhuang Zifei, for fear that this key figure of the revolution would make any mistakes.

"It's supposed to be me who died, why ...... it" Zhuang Zifei ran wildly through the streets and alleys of Shanghai, shouting as he ran, tears pouring down like heavy rain. ”

I don't know how long it took, but under the head-on blowing of the damp wind, Zhuangzi Fei stopped. At this moment, he had already run to the bank of the Huangpu River, and there was no way out.

He stared at the rolling river and the passing cargo ships, his gaze calm and deep.

Mr. Zhuang...... Don't go there!"

Those who came to chase him saw from afar that he was gradually walking down the shore, and their hearts were already in their throats. But they were too far apart to stop Zhuang Zifei at all.

"It is said that the water of the Huangpu River is connected to the Lechuan River in the underworld...... Since it's me, I'm going to give it a go......"

Zhuang Zifei smiled coldly, and then walked down the steps on the shore.

But unexpectedly, when the river had just touched his feet, a faint pain came from his ankle, and the deeper he went, the more intense the pain became, and there was even a feeling of broken bones.

Zhuang Zifei let out a terrible howl, and no one knew what was happening, including Zhuang Zifei himself.

In an instant, a huge wave rose sharply from the river and rushed straight towards Zhuang Zifei at a speed visible to the naked eye, until he was completely submerged in the wave.

Suddenly, his eyes were dark......