Chapter 928 Old events of the Republic of China: Even indifference is still romantic 24

She took off her sunglasses: "Dr. Liang? I heard Jin An mentioned you. Can I buy you a cup of tea?"

Liang Shangjun paused for a moment and smiled slightly: "Okay."

He was working the night shift tonight and took two quarters of an hour off. When he returned, Chu Jinan was getting off work.

"Pay attention to safety on the road." Liang Shangjun said in a good mood.

"Goodbye, Dr. Liang." Chu Jinan saw him going out with Tang Hanting and wanted to remind him, but felt that Liang Shangjun was being measured, so he gave up.

It was evening, and Liang Shangjun returned to the department alone, sat on his office chair, and looked up at the moon.

He lowered his head and took out an old photo from his wallet. There were three people in the photo. He looked at it for a moment and rubbed it carefully with his fingertips.

It was easy to recognize. The one with the coldest face was Ah Heng. Next to him was another young man with a vague face.

"Zhong Xing, good and evil will eventually be rewarded. Your death will not be in vain." He murmured, "We are all investigating, but Aheng seems to be..."

He recalled drinking tea that day, and there was a clear light in his eyes.

Suddenly I thought of an incident four years ago.

At that time, he was seeking medical treatment overseas, but he received a personal letter from Fu Rongheng. His writing was as sharp as a dragon, but there was nothing in it, and it was extremely short.

He was only asked to take care of one person.

To be precise, it is not a request, but a must!

Fu Rongheng has a cold and distant temperament and cherishes words like gold.

They had rarely corresponded over the years, and when they did communicate it was a national matter. That was the first time Liang Shangjun heard Fu Rongheng mention someone else in a letter.

Later, Liang Shangjun saw the person mentioned in the letter at school. He had bright eyes, white teeth, and picturesque eyebrows. His surname was Chu and his name was Jin'an.

There are many talented people in the world. The reason why Chu Jinan can have smooth sailing abroad and achieve success is because there are people behind her who have paved the way for her.

Even though we are thousands of miles apart, halfway across the coast.

On a cruise ship returning to China in the early spring of March, Liang Shangjun and Chu Jinan met by chance. It seemed like an accident, but it was actually an arrangement.

His wings are airtight in troubled times.

Even——since she was young, she has spent all her silent efforts to cultivate her.

Few people know that the young Fourth Master Fu was very different from what he is today.

Frail and sick, he lingered on the couch with a bowl of Chinese medicine for more than thirteen years.

He is sick and weak-boned. He wears Buddhist beads on his wrists. He is the best at maneuvering and scheming. He managed to support half of his country despite his illness. The only thing that remained unchanged was his ruthlessness and ruthlessness for several years.

Liang Shangjun first met Chu Jinan through a letter from home ten years ago. At that time, they were still in the military academy. It could be said that the war was going on for three months, and letters from home were worth tens of thousands of gold.

Everyone is looking forward to a letter, but the Fu family never sends a letter, and Fu Rongheng never writes a reply. Even if a letter comes occasionally and is signed "Chu", he never takes a second look at it and throws it away lightly, taking it to death.

"Sad for spring and sad for autumn, what are you looking at?"

This is Fu Rongheng's only answer.

It is indeed surprising, but when you think about the family tradition of the Beicheng warlord Fu family, one post at every five steps, one sentry at every ten steps, rules are the most important, strict and cold-blooded, you will feel that it is natural.

Until one day, on a snowy cold winter night, a young and immature girl took a train alone for two days and one night to a strange city, and stumbled into a military academy!

His whole body was shivering with cold, and he was as dirty as a stray cat, except for his eyes, which were completely black.

Just when Liang Shangjun was leaving the military academy, the girl's fingers mustered up the courage to grab his sleeve and said in a trembling, soft and green voice.

She came to find Fu Rongheng.

That was the military academy where Liang Shangjun took her to.

The young man was unusually silent along the way, alert as if he might run away at any moment, his eyes always staring at the scenes he had never seen before.

It wasn't until I saw Fu Rongheng that my sensitive and tense nerves relaxed at a certain moment, as if I had found a familiar, solid sense of security.

That was also the first time Liang Shangjun saw Fu Rongheng's face with such a gloomy expression.

That day, late at night, half of the lights were still on.

The young Mr. Fu made people cry until they cried. He coughed hoarsely one after another, and the depressing tone still spilled out of his throat, and the disease was still there.

A harsh rebuke and another broken cry were the only colors that night.

"I wrote you many letters, but you didn't reply to my letters... I was afraid something would happen to you. I haven't seen you for a long time..."

Chu Jinan choked and said.

"Does your family know you're coming?"

She shook her head.

"The train station is littered with corpses. If someone plots evil against you, do you have the ability to protect yourself?"

She still shook her head.

"I have been away from Beicheng for less than a year, and I have completely forgotten all the rules I taught you!"

At the end, the hoarse and low-pitched voice came to the conclusion, and the overly gloomy tone was intimidating: "Are you looking for death, Chu Jin'an!"

Her body was trembling, she was exhausted and frightened, and she wanted to hug him to absorb his warmth: "But I miss you, fourth brother..."

For people like Fu Rongheng, what Chu Jinan did back then was not a surprise at any time, but the trouble and consequences of making the decision without authorization.

He pushed her away and told her to stand up straight and not to cry.

Finally, he asked calmly: "Are you planning to let your parents with white hair send their parents with black hair?"

Fu Rongheng's face showed no expression under the light, with cold edges and straight bones. Each word followed by the sound of coughing stabbed Chu Jin'an.

It's a question, it's an answer.

Her thoughts were confused and confused, and she couldn't bear it. She stared at him blankly and grabbed his sleeves at a loss.

He asked her to call her family to report that she was safe.

She didn't dare, so she ran away and hid behind him.

He said okay, if you don't call, let them worry about you all the time.

Guilt overwhelmed Chu Jinan. After the phone call, he faced his parents who were completely panicked and frightened because of her willful disappearance.

Only then did she realize how ridiculous her mistake was.

Until the call was hung up, her little face was pale with no trace of blood, her eyelashes kept trembling, she looked at the expressionless person in front of her uneasily, she didn't even dare to breathe, she was careful, her voice was trembling, and her tears were like broken pearls.

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"I was wrong, Fourth Brother, don't be angry, I'm sorry..."

"You don't need to apologize to me. It's my fault this time. It's my responsibility to let you come to the military academy alone."

Fu Rongheng's expression slowly softened. He leaned over to look at her and raised his finger to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes. Against the light, his outline looked gentler than ever before.

The voice was hoarse but clear, which she remembered for a lifetime and was engraved in her heart.

"Fourth brother wants you to remember that people must bear the consequences of their own choices."

"I'm honored that you came to see me, but there's no next time."

Fu Rongheng's method of teaching people is to kill people without showing blood, but to stab people in the heart with a knife. He is not merciful and merciless until he learns it.

That night, he made her stand for half the night, no matter how much the girl begged, he was indifferent.

But it was he who had someone prepare a change of clothes and let her sleep in his place. He cooked soup for half an hour alone in the kitchen late at night, holding her chin and feeding her mouth to mouth.

Once again, he put down the busy and heavy military affairs at hand, and stayed with her on the train for two days and one night, despite his illness and broken bones, to send her home.

I have been revising the article recently, so there will be less updates. I try to write as much as possible, but the finale is a bit difficult. I saved some manuscripts before I dared to resume updating, but I found that the saved manuscripts seemed unable to keep up with the update speed, and my body was not very supportive.

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