Whether they wrote long, dry essays or humorous, satirical pieces, those young people are all dead. Only their thoughts and traces of their efforts remain, slumbering in the dusty archives, to be casually perused and evaluated by Shang Yechu, separated by many generations.
Shang Yechu couldn't quite describe the feeling in her heart. Looking at the densely packed, tiny characters on the computer screen again, she felt as if every stroke was bleeding. A heavy, unbearable sorrow weighed on her heart.
Was it by reading these things, and being among such a group of people, that Li Yiming embarked on that path?
After explaining, 103 fell silent again. Fortunately, Shang Yechu didn't seem to need him to explain anything further, and simply started searching the data silently.
Shang Yechu scrolled down, the screen filled with dense documents; it was impossible to read them all. After searching for a while, Shang Yechu selected a few of the best-selling publications at the time and began to slowly devour them.
This time, Shang Yechu didn't offer any further comment. She only occasionally consulted 103 when she encountered problems she didn't understand.
After sitting in the database for over ten hours, Shang Yechu reluctantly crawled out. The moment she emerged, the sheer volume of information overwhelmed her, giving her a splitting headache; she nearly banged her head against the coffee table.
"Deep sleep," Shang Yechu said weakly, "one hour."
103 said, "Is it necessary? You only have fifty-odd points of other values left. Do you really think fifty-odd hours will allow you to fully understand a person's past?"
Shang Yechu drank a glass of milk and rubbed her aching temples. "Is that not enough? If not, I'll eat some more later."
They were talking past each other.
Playing the lute to a cow.
103 said curtly, "Do as you please."
After an hour of deep sleep, Shang Yechu woke up feeling that her brain had barely come back to life, and then plunged back into the database.
After reading through many publications that Li Yiming might have read during his school days, Shang Yechu was not satisfied. These publications were diverse and held differing views. The various radical ideas were sometimes contradictory and sometimes similar. Shang Yechu wanted to know what path Li Yiming would ultimately choose.
The glorious history of the Red Army, spanning millions of words, is but a fraction of its vast scope. It's not something that can be fully grasped in a short time. Shang Yechu had no choice but to select a few introductory-level books and force himself to read on.
There was no other way; to understand Li Yiming, one had to know what she, her beloved career, and the people she cared about were really like. Shang Yechu couldn't compare to Wei Xuan in any way, so she had to find a different approach in understanding the character, forging a different path in her acting.
At first glance, it seemed difficult and uninteresting, leaving the reader completely bewildered. Even with eyes on the page, the mind would wander. Shang Yechu was so annoyed she almost wanted to slap herself, but 103 coldly warned her, "Self-harm is also considered an aggressive tendency." Only then did she suppress her annoyance.
Shang Yechu focused her mind and cleared her brain of all distractions, just like when she played Xiao Yue, she wandered through the wasteland of memories.
No, absolutely nothing. Shang Yechu's spirit is barren. Perhaps there are things that could be called embellishments, but there is no real support.
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