"Come and come, darling drank this cup, and He Rijun came again." Manly leaned on Shaobai seductively and brought the wine glass to his lips.
In May of the 38th year of the Republic of China, at the Tina Bar on Xiafei Road in Shanghai, Xu Shaobai, a colonel of a certain Kuomintang department, spent his last night in Shanghai. Tomorrow morning he will board a warship on the Huangpu River and sail to Taiwan. He had come to say his lover Zuo a final farewell.
Li Xianglan's melodious singing voice came from the phonograph, and at this moment the two embraced each other tightly, tearful eyes confused, drank this cup, and He Rijun came again.
Yes, maybe in this life, the two will not see each other again, create and make people, and leave empty resentment and divorce.
This is exactly the hatred of all lovers in the world, and they don't know when they will meet again.
Sigh!
!["Reading and Sharing" Yi Jun (Peking University student) "He Rijun Comes Again"[fig]](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=)