[Qin Yun Rope House] Storm of the Republic of China (Floating Dawn Series)

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The story of the young marshal and the female student/assassin
Xi'an·1936 prologue shady scene. Voice-over (Lin Xiaoya, voice-over, calm and firm):
"In the 25th year of the Republic of China, I was studying at Yenching University. That year, I was twenty years old. It was also that year that I decided to kill someone."
Act 1 Scene: Xi'an·Song Ziwen's Mansion·Living Room Time: Early winter of 1936·Afternoon The living room of the Song Mansion was elegant and exquisite, with a fire crackling in the fireplace. Song Ziwen and Zhang Xueliang sat opposite each other, with tea sets on the coffee table. Song Ziwen: (Speaking with serious heart)
"Han Qing, the committee member means to wait. The international situation is favorable to us, and the Japanese cannot swallow China in one go." Song Ziwen held the tea cup, his tone was gentle but unquestionable. Zhang Xueliang: (brows furrowed) "Brother Ziwen, the people in the Northeast have been waiting for five years. Five years is not a short time, right? They can't wait any longer.I can't wait any longer. The Red Army has made it clear that as long as the civil war is stopped, they are willing to join the National Revolutionary Army and fight against Japan together. This is the best way out at present. Why can't the committee listen?" (A young woman wearing a light blue maid uniform came over with a tea tray. She lowered her head and walked very lightly.)
Lin Xiaoya lowered her head and walked briskly to the coffee table. She first changed Song Ziwen for a cup of hot tea, moving skillfully and gracefully, and then turned to Zhang Xueliang. Her heartbeat accelerated to the extreme at that moment, but her hands were still as steady as a rock. She bent down, lowered the tea tray, picked up the teacup with her right hand and sent it to Zhang Xueliang. At the same time, her left hand silentlyShe reached deeply into the bottom of the tea tray, and her fingertips touched the cold handle of the knife. Now. As the tea cup fell on the table, Lin Xiaoya suddenly pulled out the dagger with her left hand, and the blade flashed a cold light under the light. She used all her strength to stab Zhang Xueliang's chest. Her movements were so fast that Song Ziwen didn't even have time to react, and the tea cup was still hanging in the air.
Zhang Xueliang seemed to have been prepared for it. He dodged sideways, and the dagger pierced the satin of the chair back, making a dull "pop" sound. His right hand was like electricity, and his five fingers clasped Xiaoya's wrist holding the knife and twisted it backwards. The dagger fell to the ground. He waved his cloak to cover Lin Xiaoya's sight, and then hit her chest with a shoulder and elbow. Xiaoya fell to the ground with a groan, and the teacup shattered on the ground.
The guards swarmed in and drew their guns. Song Ziwen (stood up suddenly, his face was ashen):
"Take it! Take it!" Xishun ran in and pulled Lin Xiaoya up from the ground, twisting her arms. She gritted her teeth and remained silent, staring at Zhang Xueliang. There was hatred, tears in her eyes, and the endless sorrow of a people who perished in the province. Song Ziwen (surprised and angry):
"Han Qing, are you okay? This cheap maid -" Zhang Xueliang waved his hand casually: Brother Ziwen, your mansion is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. Song Ziwen hurriedly explained: Han Qing, misunderstanding, misunderstanding, I really don't know this cheap maid is...
Before he finished speaking, Zhang Xueliang stood up, walked to Lin Xiaoya, and raised Lin Xiaoya's head with a riding crop. Zhang Xueliang (slightly mocking): Are you stupid about studying? Do you want to learn from Zhuan Zhu or Nie Zheng? Oh no, this is Xi'an, do you want to learn from Jing Ke?
Lin Xiaoya stared at Zhang Xueliang fiercely without saying a word.
Zhang Xueliang played with the dagger: Is this your first time doing this? Do you know what your problem is? Don’t shake your shoulders and don’t let your murderous intent escape. From the moment you entered the room, the murderous intent rushed into my face. Lin Xiaoya (Beiping accent mixed with Northeastern accent): Bah, you traitor, kill me if you want, don’t show off like this.
Zhang Xueliang looked at her silently, and he suddenly smiled softly - not sarcastically, but with an indescribable bitterness.
Song Ziwen (angry): How outrageous! How outrageous! Someone drag this bitch down, strictly...
Zhang Xueliang turned to look at Song Ziwen: Brother Ziwen, it is me she wants to kill. I have been with her because of grudges. Even if she does it, I should be the one to do it. Xishun, take her back to the house.
Song Ziwen (slightly hesitant): Han Qing, if this kind of thing happens in my house, you should leave it to me. It is against the rules for you to take it away.
Zhang Xueliang (without looking back, speaking indifferently): In Xi'an, my words are the rules.
Scene: The dungeon of Zhang Xueliang's mansion.
Lin Xiaoya was tied and knelt on the ground (the binding process was detailed). The rope was tightened very tightly, but she gritted her teeth and remained silent. Xishun sat next to her, looking at her personal belongings that were found by his men from Song Ziwen's house, including only a wooden box.
Xishun (looking at her student ID card): Lin Xiaoya, a student of Yan University. How brave are you? A little girl came to Xi'an from Peking just to assassinate the deputy commander?
Xishun stepped forward and grabbed Lin Xiaoya's hair: Tell me! Who sent you here? The Japanese? The Communist bandits? Or Chongqing?
Lin Xiaoya stared at Xishun, still saying nothing.
Xishun: Little girl, I advise you to be more sensible. If the deputy commander hadn't brought you back, you would be a corpse now. Do you know that just by stabbing you today, Song Ziwen could have shot you immediately. Please make it clear now that the deputy commander is kind and will not embarrass you.
Lin Xiaoya (scoffing): Merciful? Merciful enough to let the three northeastern provinces fall into purgatory? Merciful enough to hand over his father's land to others? Merciful enough to shoot his own comrades with a gun? Tell that traitor, stop being so hypocritical. He has already killed 300,000 Northeastern troops, and he's not missing me!
Xishun (furious) slapped Lin Xiaoya in the face, causing blood to ooze from the corners of Lin Xiaoya's mouth.
Xishun: I don’t know how to praise you! You two (pointing to the soldiers in the cell), interrogate her for me, and be sure to get something out of her mouth.
Soldier (salutes): Yes. The process of torture... Two days later, Xishun came to the cell. Lin Xiaoya was tied to a wooden horse, her clothes were in tatters, her body was covered with injuries, and she had fainted.
Soldier: Director Zhao, this bitch is very tough-talking. The brothers starved her for two days and broke three whips, but she refused to say a word.
Xishun looked at Lin Xiaoya and frowned: wake her up.
The soldier poured a basin of cold water on Lin Xiaoya's face. Lin Xiaoya opened her eyes weakly and saw Xishun: What, are you here to send me off?
Xishun looked at her: Do you really want to die?
Lin Xiaoya laughed: I have been dead for a long time. I died on the night when my parents and brother died tragically. If you want to kill, kill me. It is meaningless for me to live alone. But can you give me a message? I want to meet your deputy commander before I die. Xishun did not say anything, neither agreed nor refused. He walked straight out and walked to the door and said: Feed her some water. Scene: Zhang Xueliang's office.
Zhang Xueliang stood in the room and looked at the map. Several red circles were drawn on the three eastern provinces. He just looked at the map and didn't know what he was thinking.
Xishun knocked on the door and came in: Deputy Commander, I went to see her and found that she was still alive, but I didn't find out anything. But she just said that if she were to be killed, she would like to see you before she died.
Zhang Xueliang (with a calm expression): Yes, I understand.
Xishun (puzzled): Deputy Commander, do you really want to see her? Over the years, you have been assassinated by as many as eighty people, if not a hundred, and each one was shot without asking why. Why would you risk offending Song Ziwen and bring her back?
Zhang Xueliang (without looking back): Counting her, there are 86. But Xishun, a 20-year-old female student from Northeast China, is still the first.
Scene: Dungeon.
Zhang Xueliang walked in, followed by Xi Shun. Zhang Xueliang glanced at Lin Xiaoya, who was still tied to the wooden horse, and waved to the soldiers, who immediately untied Lin Xiaoya.
Zhang Xueliang waved his hand: Everyone, get out.
Xishun (slightly worried): Deputy Commander, she is an assassin, you...
Zhang Xueliang: Didn’t you hear what I said? She is tied up like this, how can she stab her, get out of here!
Xishun lowered his head and retreated with the soldiers. Zhang Xueliang walked up to Lin Xiaoya and raised her head. The two just looked at each other without saying a word. After a minute, Zhang Xueliang sighed and stood up: Yanda is a good place, you are a girl,Instead of studying hard, you traveled all the way to Xi'an to work as a maid in Song Ziwen's house, just to kill me? What grudge is there between you and me? Looking at your skills, it is impossible to be sent by a certain force. Lin Xiaoya: Marshal, there is something wrong with what you said.
Zhang Xueliang frowned slightly and looked at her.
Lin Xiaoya: I was sent here by fellow villagers from the three northeastern provinces and millions of wronged souls.
Zhang Xueliang widened his eyes slightly and said nothing.
Lin Xiaoya (sharp voice): Zhang Xueliang, shouldn’t you die?
Lin Xiaoya scolded fiercely. Even though her body was tied with a rope, she still straightened her back: "Zhang Xueliang, where were you on the night of September 18, 1931?"
"Zhang Xueliang, you are the young marshal of the Northeast Army, and you are the backbone of the 30 million people in the Northeast! You have an army of 300,000 people, and your single order can change the color of the entire Northeast! But on the night of September 18th, where were you? You were in Peking! You were watching a show! YouDancing! Sleeping with women! What did you say when your subordinates called you to ask for permission to resist? You said no! You are a coward and a coward!" "Thirty million Northeastern people have been waiting for you for five years! Five years! Do you know what happened in the Northeast in the past five years? Do you know?Do you know what the Japanese did in the Northeast? They treated the Chinese as livestock! They used living people for bacterial experiments! They burned the entire village and drove the villagers together to shoot them with machine guns! My hometown, my parents, and my brother were all gone!And these things could have never happened!" "I was studying in Peking and escaped a disaster. I thought that one day, our army would fight back and avenge the people of the Northeast. But what did I see in Peking? I saw the soldiers of the Northeast Army, and they...Stationed outside Peking City, they eat the country's food and receive the country's pay, but they don't go back to the Northeast, they don't fight the Japanese, they fight a civil war here and fight their own compatriots!" "Zhang Xueliang, you idiot, do you think you deserve to live? Marshal Zhang left it toYou have lost your home, you have lost the people who left you, are you worthy of his spirit in heaven? Have you forgotten how he died? He was bombed by the Japanese! It was disloyal for you to throw away the Northeast without firing a shot, and it was unfilial for you not to avenge the murder of your father. YouIt is unkind to see the people in the Northeast being wantonly massacred, you..." Before Lin Xiaoya could finish her words, Zhang Xueliang grabbed her neck with a sinister look in his eyes: I serve as the deputy commander of the bandit suppression, and it is unjust to massacre my colleagues! Lin Xiaoya looked at him and pinched her neck.With her hands, she could feel the anger of the person in front of her, but she was not afraid at all at this moment. She had no intention of living since she planned to assassinate Zhang Xueliang. As she said, she was already dead, and now she is just a shell acting for revenge. SheShe closed her eyes. As long as she exerted force with this hand, she could reunite with her parents and brother. What she expected did not come, and the hand slowly released her neck. She opened her eyes suddenly and saw Zhang Xueliang turned around, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.After taking a sip, she said tiredly: You are right. An unfaithful, unfilial, unkind and unjust person like me should indeed deserve to die. Lin Xiaoya looked at Zhang Xueliang and felt a little at a loss for the first time. In her perception, Zhang Xueliang was a traitor and a traitor.She would definitely become furious after being insulted like this. She originally just wanted to scold Zhang Xueliang before she died and let Zhang Xueliang kill her quickly, which was better than being tortured every day. The smell of cigarette smoke gradually filled the air. Lin Xiaoya usually didn't smoke around people, so she choked and coughed a few times: ZhangYoung Marshal, I've said all I have to say, let's do it. Since we are all from Fengtian, can you give me a quick shot? Her whole body seemed to have been drained, she leaned back against the wall softly, gasping for air. Tears and blood mixed together, running along her neck.It dripped into his collar. The dungeon was quiet for a long time. The flame of the lantern danced slightly, casting a flickering shadow on Zhang Xueliang's face. He did not speak. He did not defend himself by saying, "That was Chiang Kai-shek's order." He did not say, "I can't help myself either."Say any of the things he often said to outsiders outside the dungeon. He just slowly, extremely slowly, turned around and threw away the cigarette butt. Then he made a move - took a step back and faced the young woman who was tied up and covered with injuries.He bowed deeply and uprightly. "You are right." His voice was low and hoarse, "September 18, it was me, Zhang Xueliang, who felt sorry for the Northeastern elders." Xiaoya was stunned. Any reaction she could imagine would be easier to deal with than this one: rage, ridicule, cold-bloodednessExecution her - even pretending to be gentle. But I didn't expect him to bow. I didn't expect that when he straightened up, his eyes would be red. "Lin Xiaoya" Zhang Xueliang said word by word: I promise, I will give you an explanation. Lin Xiaoya was a little stunned: Explain? You?
In her eyes, the promises made by people like Zhang Xueliang were no different from the devil's oaths in the name. Zhang Xueliang didn't say anything more. He turned around and strode out of the dungeon, the hem of his military coat sweeping across the damp stone steps. When he reached the door, he paused and did not look back: "Move her upstairs."Go to the elegant room, ask a doctor to treat the wound, change her into clean clothes, send someone to take care of her every day, and tie the rope first every day to prevent her from committing suicide." Xishun was stunned: "Young Marshal, but she - "Your mother is so deaf!" Zhang Xueliang glared at Xishun and left without looking back.
The scene was filled with smoke in Zhang Xueliang's office, and the ashtray was full of cigarette butts. Zhang Xueliang was sitting on a chair, with his head tilted back. His mind was full of Lin Xiaoya's phrase, "What a fool." It was his father Zhang Zuolin's favorite catchphrase. He heard it countless times when he was a child, but since his father passed away, he has never heard it again.No one, no one dared to say this in front of him. Zhang Xueliang kicked the table a few times and cursed fiercely. There was a knock on the door, and Xishun asked tentatively: Deputy Commander... Zhang Xueliang picked up the ashtray and smashed it on the door: Get out! He sat back on the chair, looked at the phone, stood up,He sat down again, stood up, and sat down again. After doing this twice, he took out a photo from the drawer, which was a photo of his father Zhang Zuolin. Looking at his father's appearance in the photo, he gritted his teeth and shed a few tears on it. He grinned and said in a strong Northeastern accent: Dad, the kid is going to do something big, maybe this thingAfter that, the child can go to see you immediately, kowtow to you and plead guilty, and maybe the child will be written into the history books and become a thief through the ages. Dad, for the first time in this half of his life, the child wants to do something of his own will, will you support the child... Zhang Xueliang put the photo in the drawer, stood up and walked to the phone, picked up the phone: Answer Yang Hucheng!
Scene: The elegant room of Zhang Xueliang's house. Three days. For three days, Lin Xiaoya did not see Zhang Xueliang again. When she was taken out of the dungeon, her eyes were blinded by the sudden influx of light. Two maids carried her through a long corridor, turned a few corners, and finally entered a room. The room was very bright. The south-facing window was half open., the early winter sunshine came in and shone warmly on the mahogany furniture in the room. There was a carpet on the floor, a clean quilt folded on the bed, and a basin of water and a snow-white towel on the table. The maid helped her lie down on the bed, brought hot water and towels, and scrubbed her body. Their movements were very gentle and careful, but they still touched wounds every time.Every touch made Lin Xiaoya take a breath. After scrubbing her body, the maid put her into a pair of clean white cloth clothes. The fabric was soft and comfortable against the skin. Then, the maid tied her up with a rope again. This time it was not a thick hemp rope, but a thin cotton rope, snow-white, wrapped around her body, from the wrist to the forearm, from the forearm to the forearm.The upper arms were wrapped around the shoulders, crossed in front of the chest, and finally tied behind the waist with an exquisite knot. Her hands were tied together in front of her body, and the rope was wrapped around her wrists seven or eight times, and then wrapped between two fingers to prevent her from exerting force. Her two ankles were also tied together. "Miss Lin, I'm sorry." The maid straightened up and saidWith a sincere apology, she said, "The deputy commander ordered us not to be tied up." Xiaoya nodded and said nothing. She was helped to the bed and sat against the pillow. Lying on a real bed for the first time, all the pain suddenly came back. The place where the whip had been whipped on her back was burning, and the old knee injury recurred, and her whole body seemed to be torn apart again.Put it back together. But she felt strange. This was not the first time she was tied up. In those days in the dungeon, the rope was her cage, her pain, and her humiliation. But today - this cotton rope was thin, soft, non-constricting, and even had a little warmth, like some kind of strange safety belt, fixing her in a small piece of quiet sky.In the field. She no longer had to kill people, no longer had to grit her teeth and endure the pain, no longer had to think desperately "What am I going to do?". She only needed to be here now, tied and lying. She closed her eyes and breathed out gently. That night, she had the first sleep without nightmares in five years. In the past three days, the entire Xi'an city was undercurrent. Lin Xiaoya didn't knowWhat was happening in the outside world, but she could feel that the atmosphere in the mansion was changing - the footsteps of the guards became more urgent, the roar of car engines occasionally came from the distance, and there seemed to be people discussing something in low voices in the courtyard next door late at night. On the morning of the third day, the sunlight slanted in through the lattice of the carved wooden windows, and on the blue brick floorA warm light spot was cast on the sky. Lin Xiaoya lay on her side on the bed, her bound body curled up slightly, staring at the light and shadow in a daze. Her body was slowly recovering. Although the wound still hurt, her young body had amazing self-healing power. Her lips regained their color, and her cheeks began to become a little rosy. There were footsteps outside the door., not the brisk steps of the maid, but the steady and powerful sound of military boots. Lin Xiaoya's heart jumped suddenly. The door was pushed open. Zhang Xueliang walked in wearing a straight military uniform, his military cap was tucked under his arm, and the gold stars on his epaulettes flickered slightly in the sun. His face looked thinner than three days ago, and the blue and black under his eyes were heavier, but his whole bodyBut his spirit was completely different - no longer the depression and forbearance that day in the dungeon, but a calmness and determination after making a decision. He held a newspaper in his hand. Zhang Xueliang walked to the bed and did not speak. He just unfolded the newspaper and placed it on the table. He did not speak, sat on the chair, closed his eyes slightly, and seemed very tired. Lin Xiaoya stoodStanding up, looking at the newspaper, he read softly word by word: Deputy Commander Zhang, Director Yang, carried out military remonstrance to Chairman Chiang Kai-shek - putting forward eight proposals for national salvation. There was also a line of subtitles below: "Demand to stop the civil war, unite with the Communist Party to resist Japan, reorganize the government, and release political prisoners." Lin Xiaoya stared at those lines, her mind went blank. She read down word by word., lips moved silently, like a primary school student who had just become literate. The news was written in great detail - in the early morning of December 12, Zhang Xueliang and Yang Hucheng launched a military revolt in Xi'an, detained Chiang Kai-shek, put forward eight proposals, and electrified the whole country, demanding an end to the civil war and a unified resistance to Japan. The newspaper also included a photo, which was a joint telegram between Zhang Xueliang and Yang Hucheng.A photocopy of the full text of the newspaper, with black and white text and a signature clearly visible. Lin Xiaoya looked at it for a long time. Her eyes slowly moved from the newspaper to Zhang Xueliang's face, and then back to the newspaper, repeating it several times, as if to confirm that this was not a dream or a malicious joke. Her lips were trembling and her eyes were burning, but she was trying her best.She endured it until her whole body was shaking slightly. "You..." she spoke, her voice so hoarse that it was almost inaudible, "You really..." "I said, I will give you an explanation. Northeastern men always speak loudly." Zhang Xueliang's voice was very calm, but underneath the calmness was overwhelming emotions, "II dare not say that this can save the Northeast, and I don’t ask for anyone’s forgiveness, but some things must be done by someone. You, a girl, dare to assassinate me alone. I, a man with a lot of troops, cannot always be a coward and a coward.” Lin Xiaoya (looked at Zhang Xueliang in shock): You are crazy, do you know what the price is for doing this, will you...
Zhang Xueliang: He will die, and he will die miserably. He will die without a burial place.
Zhang Xueliang took out a cigarette case from his pocket as he spoke: For half my life, I have listened to my father when he was alive, and listened to the chairman of the committee after his father died. I originally wanted to plan a good future for my brothers, but in the end it seemed that everything was wrong. So this time, let me be willful for the last time.
He was about to light a cigarette, paused, and put the cigarette back into the cigarette case.
Lin Xiaoya hummed and looked at him in confusion.
Zhang Xueliang: It will choke you. Tears came out without warning. Lin Xiaoya cried like a child. Three days of torture did not make her shed a tear, but at this moment, facing this newspaper, facing this man standing in front of her, all her pretended strength and deep-seated hatred collapsed, leaving only a bruised body and a soul that was finally relieved of its burden, crying loudly in the afternoon sunshine. She struggledShe tried to sit up, but her tied body lost its balance and fell forward. Zhang Xueliang subconsciously reached out to pick it up, and Lin Xiaoya's forehead hit his chest. The newspaper was sandwiched between the two of them, making a slight noise. He held her shoulder with one hand, and reached for the knot tied behind her back with his other hand, trying to untie the rope for her. "I'll untie it for you," he said. But Lin Xiaoya shook her head.
"Don't worry," her voice was hoarse and soft, with a crying tone, and her pretty face was slightly red, "Just stay like this... I feel at ease." Zhang Xueliang looked at her, held her in his arms, and seemed to say something. Scene: Lin Xiaoya's room a few days later. The shock of the Xi'an IncidentIt spread all over the country and around the world. Telegrams from the news agency flew in like snowflakes, the reaction from Nanjing, the Soviet Union's statement, and the attitudes of various places, one after another, rushed towards the deep courtyard of this ancient city. But in the small garden behind the courtyard, everything was safe.Jing. Lin Xiaoya was still tied up. This was what she asked for. Zhang Xueliang didn't say anything else. He just stopped letting others do it. He tied it up himself every time. At this time, Lin Xiaoya was looking at today's newspaper with a solemn expression, as if she was waiting for something. Zhang Xueliang came in and said seriously.He said solemnly: I will send someone to take you back to Peiping tomorrow. I have said hello to the school. The school will let you continue to go to school, study hard, and live a stable life after the war. Lin Xiaoya did not answer: Do you want to escort Chiang Kai-shek back to Nanjing? Zhang Xueliang was silent and nodded. Lin XiaoyaYa (looked at him in confusion): You are jumping into a pit of fire. Zhang Xueliang sighed: When things are done, someone has to take care of trouble. Besides, this journey will not be stable, and there are many people who want the Chairman to die. I will accompany him and arrive safely. I, Zhang Hanqing, will also die.People. If I don’t go, if something happens, I don’t know how many people will die. Zhang Xueliang paused and said half-jokingly: When you came to kill me, didn’t you also jump into the fire pit? Lin Xiaoya was a little embarrassed, blushed and whispered: Then you almost tortured me to death...Then she seemed to have thought of something and said: Untie the rope. Zhang Xueliang was stunned for a moment, then untied the rope on Lin Xiaoya. Lin Xiaoya moved her wrist and said: Go out first. Zhang Xueliang left the room without asking any questions. Lin Xiaoya took out the one from under the bed.Inside the wooden box were all daily necessities, with a dark green cheongsam at the bottom. Her mother took her to the best silk and satin shop in Fengtian to make this before she went to school. She said it would be worn when she got married. She picked up the cheongsam and looked at it carefully, as if her mother was sitting opposite.
"Mom, he is crazy, he is a lunatic, but he is not a traitor. No matter what others think of him or what the history books say about him, he is a hero in my daughter's eyes. He has done what he promised me. My daughter really doesn't want to see him in jail alone. My daughter doesn't know if this is right, but she wants to be with him." Lin Xiaoya changed her clothes and called Han Qing, not Marshal or Deputy Commander. This was the first time she called Zhang Xueliang that way.
Zhang Xueliang came in, saw Lin Xiaoya's outfit, and asked in confusion: What are you?
Lin Xiaoya took a deep breath, her chest rose and fell, as if she was gathering all her strength, and then she said word by word: "I want to go to Nanjing with you." "Nonsense!" Zhang Xueliang's voice suddenly rose, and his brows knitted together, "Do you know where Nanjing is? Do you know who the Chairman is? I will die if I go there. You, a girl, come with me.Are you going to die?" Lin Xiaoya was not deterred by him. Her eyes were clear and firm, like a calm lake in late autumn. She asked softly: "Do you remember what I said, it is safe to be tied up here?" Zhang Xueliang did not speak. "My whole life., I no longer have any relatives. My father, mother, and sister all died at the hands of the Japanese. I lived for twenty years, the first nineteen years in the Northeast, where I was pampered and protected by my parents. In the following year, I fled alone from the Northeast to Peiping, and then from Peiping to Xi'an., the only thought that keeps me alive is to kill you." Her voice was so calm that it was almost transparent, "But now, this thought is gone." She paused, her eyes fell on the plain cheongsam she was wearing, and her tone suddenly had a softer undertone.
"Han Qing, you want me to go back to Peiping, go back to Yanda, study, and graduate, and then what? A person without a family will be drifting wherever he goes. But here," she lowered her head slightly, as if looking for an appropriate word, "here, tied up by you, locked up by you, I feel... at ease." "Xiaoya." Zhang Xueliang's voice was low, as if something was being pressed against his heart."You know," Lin Xiaoya suddenly raised her head and smiled at him, her eyes curved with an indescribable tenderness, "This is the cheongsam custom-made for me by my mother before she died. She said that I would wear it when I get married in the future. I have always carried that cheongsam with me, from Northeast China to Peking, and from Peking to Xi'an. I thought I would never have the chance to wear it in this life.."Lin Xiaoya hugged Zhang Xueliang: Han Qing, let me follow you, whether it is mountains of swords, seas of fire, abyss or purgatory, you jump, and I will jump too. You can only agree to me, because if you don't agree to me, I won't go back to Peking. I will go to Nanjing like I came to Xi'an and do the same thing." At the end of the sentence, Lin Xiaoya looked at Zhang Xueliang with a smile, as if he didn't want to reason with you.Xueliang looked at this girl with mixed feelings in his heart. He had seen countless women in his life and showed mercy at home and abroad. However, the young marshal Lin Xiaoya in front of him felt frustrated, as if he had been led by her. "Okay!" Zhang Xueliang said seriously: Han Qing will live up to you in this life. Zhang Xueliang stretched out his arm, and Lin Xiaoya took it. The two walked out of the room, leaving only a pair of back figures for posterity.
(Ending: BGM Zhefeng Duye sounds) Subtitles: On December 26, 1936, Zhang Xueliang escorted Chiang Kai-shek back to Nanjing, but was detained and lost his freedom for more than half a century. Lin Xiaoya accompanied him as a secretary and never left her in captivity. However, there is no record of Lin Xiaoya in history. Perhaps Chiang Kai-shek knew about Lin Xiaoya's identity and the assassination and did not allow such a ridiculous thing to be recorded, so he secretly executed her.