1985, the year of the great writer, began with Infernal Affairs!

He Chongshan didn't go in; he just stood at the door.

He saw Shen Jingshu turn page after page, her fingers gently sliding across the paper as she followed his gaze.

She stopped at a certain spot, her fingers and gaze lingering there for a long time.

Then she sighed softly.

It was very soft, but He Chongshan heard it.

He went inside and immediately asked, "Where do you see?"

"When Chen Yongren and Superintendent Huang met, they agreed on three years, then another three years, then another three years..."

"Being an undercover agent is really tough; it reminds me of my uncle when I was little..."

Shen Jingshu's uncle was an undercover agent for our party during the War of Resistance Against Japan, but he was betrayed by a traitor and ultimately failed to escape and sacrificed his life.

After watching the entire Infernal Affairs movie, He Chongshan was also deeply moved. Being an undercover agent really requires a lot of faith to support you, because being an undercover agent is too hard and tiring. You are destined to suffer from everyone's misunderstanding and accusations, and in the end, you will not be liked by either side. You have to be vigilant at all times, because the slightest carelessness will cost you your life.

Shen Jingshu put her glasses on the table and rubbed the bridge of her nose.

"This child seems to have something on his mind."

He Chongshan was taken aback.

Shen Jingshu pointed to the manuscript and continued, "Look at what he wrote. He's not just telling stories; he's thinking about things, like why people live, what their true identity is, and where the line between good and evil lies."

After a pause, Shen Jingshu thought for a moment and then said, "An eighteen-year-old shouldn't be thinking about these things."

"That's why he writes so well."

Shen Jingshu glanced at him, and surprisingly did not refute him.

She put her glasses back on, picked up the manuscript, and continued flipping through it: "Let me take another look."

"Let's eat first."

"Wait a minute, let me look at it a little longer." Shen Jingshu had already lowered her head and was looking into it again.

He Chongshan chuckled and shook his head, then left the study, gently closing the door behind him.

He walked into the courtyard and sat down under the old locust tree. The stone bench was cold, but he didn't care.

It was already dark, and the stars were beginning to appear. The sound of a large color TV from a neighbor's house could be heard coming from the alley.

He lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled a smoke ring.

He thought that after Xie Lu went to Wuhan University to report for duty next month, he could take the opportunity to go to Wuhan under the guise of a business trip and meet Xie Lu in person.

Just as I was thinking about this, a sound suddenly came from the courtyard gate.

"Dad, Mom, I'm home!"

It was the voice of her daughter, He Jinqiu.

He Chongshan stood up: "Here."

He Jinqiu pushed open the courtyard gate and walked in.

She was twenty years old, a sophomore in the Chinese Department of Peking University. She was tall, with her hair in a ponytail, wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, dark blue trousers, and carrying a canvas backpack. She had a smile on her face and bright, sparkling eyes.

"Dad, why are you sitting in the yard? Aren't you cold?"

"I'm not cold." He Chongshan stubbed out his cigarette. "Have you eaten?"

"No, I'm starving." He Jinqiu put her schoolbag on the stone table. "Where's my mom? Did she leave me any food?"

"I'm inside, waiting for you to come back so we can have dinner together."

"Then I'll eat quickly." He Jinqiu walked into the house.

He Chongshan followed behind her.

Inside the main room, the food was laid out on the table, still steaming.

"Where's Mom?"

"Your mother is in the study."

"Reading?"

"Um."

He Jinqiu raised an eyebrow, walked to the study door, and pushed it open.

In the study, the light was on, and Shen Jingshu sat at her desk, looking down intently, unaware that the door had opened.

He Jinqiu stood at the door, watching this scene.

She stood there for a moment, then coughed softly.

Shen Jingshu looked up, saw her daughter, and was stunned for a moment.

"Qiu'er is back?" She took off her glasses.

"I've been back for half a day." He Jinqiu walked in. "Mom, what are you looking at? You seem so engrossed."

"One of the articles was particularly good."

"That's right."

He Chongshan also spoke up in agreement at the opportune moment.

"How good is it?" He Jinqiu became interested. She knew her parents' taste; there were very few things that they both said were "exceptionally good".

"You'll see when you see it."

Shen Jingshu handed her the manuscript.

He Jinqiu took it.

On the first page, the three characters "Infernal Affairs" are written in a strong, powerful hand.

She flipped through them; there were several thick stacks.

"Who wrote this?"

He Jinqiu turned to He Chongshan with some curiosity and asked.

"A young man, about your age."

"No way, Dad, you're kidding me again."

"Really, she's eighteen. She just got into Wuhan University this year."

He Jinqiu stopped laughing.

She glanced at her parents' serious expressions, then at the manuscript, and then, holding the manuscript, she turned and walked out of the study.

"I'll eat first, then I'll watch it."

He Chongshan and Shen Jingshu exchanged a glance and smiled.

He Jinqiu sat down at the table, placed the manuscript beside her, and ate quickly, glancing at the manuscript from time to time. After finishing the last bite, she put down her chopsticks, wiped her mouth, and picked up the manuscript.

She didn't go to the study, but sat in the main room to read.

He Chongshan and Shen Jingshu did not disturb her.

Shen Jingshu heated up the food and ate with He Chongshan. After they finished eating, she cleaned up the dishes and washed them. After she finished doing all that, He Jinqiu was still sitting there watching.

I read very slowly, turning the pages one by one.

He Chongshan poured a cup of tea and placed it beside her.

He Jinqiu didn't look up, only managing to softly say "thank you".

The clock on the wall ticked away.

The clock hand points to eight o'clock, then to nine o'clock.

He Jinqiu finally finished reading the last page. She closed the manuscript, leaned back in her chair, and closed her eyes.

It was a long time before she opened her eyes again.

"Dad, has this article been published?"

"After some discussion, the magazine decided to put it in the issue after next."

"Dad, I remember you're going to Wuhan next month, right?"

"Yes, that's right. Why are you suddenly asking about this?"

Hearing his daughter's question, He Chongshan was stunned for a moment, somewhat puzzled.

He Jinqiu was very direct: "I want to go to Wuhan with you. I want to meet this lawyer, Xie."

"Are you going too?"

"I want to go!"

He Jinqiu firmly stated that she also wanted to go; she absolutely had to meet Xie Lu, the lawyer who wrote Infernal Affairs.

She wanted to see for herself whether Xie Lu's head was different from hers.

How can someone be so imaginative?

How is it possible to portray every character so vividly and realistically?

The final episode, in particular, completely shattered He Jinqiu's preconceived notions.

Shouldn't Chen Yongren ultimately expose Liu Jianming, the undercover agent, and return to the police station alive?

At worst, Chen Yongren died in the line of duty after exposing Liu Jianming, and his identity as an undercover police officer was eventually revealed, clearing his name.

But in the end, Infernal Affairs.

Although Chen Yongren's undercover identity was made public.

But Liu Jianming was completely unharmed?

They even eliminated another undercover agent next to them in the elevator.

This plot was completely beyond her imagination and utterly overturned her worldview.