After returning from Wuxi, a student movement surged in Beijing, and I heard that Liu Xingzhi joined it without hesitation.

In the auditorium of the Law Department, he took the stage in a robe and delivered an impassioned speech, inspiring the entire school's faculty and students.

He led hundreds of people in a march, rising up to save the country and shouting the slogan "Rather be shattered jade than unbroken pottery."

A nationwide student movement swept across the country, and schools were almost at a standstill. I also graduated.

Three years later, I met Liu Xingzhi again at a restaurant in Beijing.

Former teacher and student, one became a translator for the Japanese, and the other seemed to be working for warlords.

I was wearing a trendy cheongsam, and Liu Xingzhi was dressed in a smart suit.

General Yamada and Mr. Zheng were engaged in a pleasant conversation, and I did my job as a translator while Liu Xingzhi stood at the door.

After they finished discussing official matters, they began to relax.

Liu Xingzhi handed cigarettes to the two of them and lit one himself. I couldn't help but glance at him; he didn't use to smoke before.

"Miss Yu, are you interested in our Little Meng?" Mr. Zheng noticed my gaze.

Little Meng? Liu Xingzhi, you changed your name too.

I smiled and waved my hand, standing up. "Little Meng, can I borrow a lighter?"

Liu Xingzhi glanced at me and reluctantly lit the cigarette for me.

As we were leaving, it started pouring outside, and Mr. Zheng intentionally arranged for Liu Xingzhi to take me back.

He held the umbrella at an angle, and his outer shoulder was almost soaked. I used my hand to straighten the umbrella.

Liu Xingzhi casually said, "I'm wearing more; it's okay to get wet."

I looked at myself; was he saying I was wearing less?

I asked Liu Xingzhi, "Why did you change your name?"

He lowered his voice, "It's more convenient for doing things this way."

A car sped by, splashing water on the roadside, but Liu Xingzhi slightly turned his body, blocking it all.

I looked up and gazed into his eyes. "Be careful."

He returned to my side and lowered his head slightly. "I will be careful."

I steadied my mind and restrained the impulse to ask more questions.

After that time, it wasn't him who accompanied General Yamada when he met Mr. Zheng.

Mr. Zheng looked at my melancholic expression and comforted me, saying that there are always other opportunities. I immediately understood; Liu Xingzhi was intentionally avoiding me.

Another half a year passed, and General Yamada told me that Mr. Zheng had died and a traitor had emerged by his side. General Yamada was also leaving Beiping, and I would no longer be needed as a translator.

A suspicion arose in my heart: "Who did it?"

"I heard it was someone close to him, surnamed Meng, Meng Siyu."

So his name was Meng Siyu.