Chapter 947 Old Events of the Republic of China: Even indifference is still romantic 43

Author: Feifei my heart

Chapter 947 Old Events of the Republic of China: Even indifference is still romantic 43

Until she said goodbye to Liang Shangjun and followed the middle-aged man to the theater, Chu Jinan was still a little unsure. In her impression, the fourth brother was not someone who liked theater.

But once he calms down, he is interested in everything. He is not without an elegant character. He is a wandering cloud and a wild crane, and he is romantic in the Wei and Jin Dynasties.

Pushing open the door, following the dim light of the daylight, I saw a stage ahead. Before the play started, the audience was already full of spectators, whispering to each other.

The man led her to the private room on the second floor, which was the most secluded place and had the best view. He stopped in front of the door and then left.

Chu Jinan looked down from the second floor and inadvertently caught a glimpse of a bright-colored cheongsam. It was very familiar, and she frowned subconsciously.

Tang Hanting?!

After what happened last time, the two of them have basically broken up, and the whereabouts of the jade pendant has not been revealed.

That jade pendant seemed to be very important to Fu Rongheng, and Chu Jinan sighed in his heart.

She knocked on the door and was let in. Chu Jinan was slightly uneasy, pushed open the ancient wooden red door, and walked in.

There is a faint hint of incense in the breath, the floor is paved with blue bricks, and the curtain is quiet. Through the curtain, you can vaguely see the figure behind it, and there are also whispers that cannot be heard clearly.

Chu Jinan listened carefully and couldn't distinguish the other voice, so he probably didn't recognize it.

She opened the thick moon-white curtains.

Two people were sitting next to the window, and the smell of tea was lingering.

The silhouette of one of them was caught in the half-bright light and shadow, with long legs overlapping each other. He seemed to be leaning on the vast mountains and rivers behind him. His body was pure and noble, but under the dim red reflected by the stage downstairs, he looked quite careless.

The opera outside has begun, and the voices of the actors singing Spring and Autumn Festival are heard on the second floor, making people feel like they are in a trance, as if they are living in a dream.

Next to them, there were two beauties with warm fragrance and soft jade, standing quietly on one side, serving them tea.

Chu Jin'an's heart skipped a beat. In such an atmosphere, he hesitated for a moment, wondering whether he should speak out and disturb the tranquility.

Fortunately, they stopped talking. The person opposite Mr. Fu stood up first and spoke with a generous and easy-going voice.

"The Fourth Master's people are here, so I won't bother you. See you at the train station later."

Two seconds later, the other party hummed, and the tone made people feel a hint of sobriety in their dreams. The owner of the voice looked at Chu Jinan.

Chu Jinan stood there, keenly catching the words in the man's words.

See you later. Fu Rongheng is going to the train station too?

The man left with a smile. When he passed by Chu Jinan, he nodded politely and said, "Miss Chu, long time no see."

Chu Jinan had met Fu Rongheng when he was young and he was the mayor of Pingcheng.

Unexpectedly, the other party still remembered her.

"Hello." She smiled at him, gracefully.

"You also go out." Fu Rongheng ordered the people waiting in the box.

"Yes." The two actors lowered their eyebrows and were full of tenderness. They walked past Chu Jin'an, opened the door and left. They were the only two people left in the compartment, sitting and standing, not a few meters apart.

It seemed like she was looking down on him.

He didn't care, and looked at her with his face raised, his eyes half-clear and half-ambiguous. Reflected by the gloomy and sad atmosphere in the theater, it actually added a bit of lingering sadness.

That shirt was pure and crisp white, and the bright red light and shadow on the stage gave people a sense of trance that has never stopped, and that a person has been mistaken for a lifetime.

The collar is buttoned up properly, but the sleeves are loosely folded upwards in two ways, showing that you are unruly in the details.

The two looked at each other, neither in a hurry to speak, to see who would break the silence.

The lyrics are babbling and babbling, and the singing is just like him, with all kinds of feelings that are hard to express, and thousands of emotions on the brows.

As the saying goes, since ancient times, kings have been unlucky, beauties have been unlucky, and fortune has been shallow. This is a long-lasting sung.

After all, Chu Jinan couldn't stand such silence. He kept staring at her, and even her back was a little stiff. It was clearly a condescending perspective, but she looked away first.

She cleared her throat and spoke first, breaking the silence in the room.

The girl's pearly white skirt was fluttering in the breeze in the hall, with old-fashioned colors and her eyebrows were painted.

"Isn't Fourth Brother busy today? Why did you ask me to come?"

When Chu Jinan was talking, he could still smell the lingering faint scent of powder and cold fragrance in the air, blending in the ambiguity of resentment, resentment and love.

She thought about the scene she saw when she first came in, and she snorted unconsciously. Something in her heart was upset, and it was like over-boiled tea, spilling everywhere.

Just listen to the opera, and you have to have two of them around you, you can’t get enough of it, right?

Fu Rongheng did not move, first he lowered his eyes and looked at the time. He leaned back on the chair, his eyelashes swept away, and the black hands on the pocket watch kept passing by, reflecting a silent sense of urgency in his eyes.

With a snap, the sound of the watch cover closing was extremely clear and calm in the box. He put away the watch and said slowly: "Ten minutes."

Before Chu Jinan could understand what he said, Fourth Master Fu patted his leg with one hand and spoke in a calm tone. He looked at her with a rather depressed air: "Sit down."

In those eyes, all the dim shadows were inside, making people unable to see clearly but also fascinated.

The two famous beauties are in love with each other, and the king often laughs at them.

Chu Jinan pursed his lower lip, his little face wrinkled from being filled with vinegar.

The last time we met was seven days ago. It was only a handful of times and we didn’t even get the change.

She didn't care what he thought and went against him, stepping on the old blue bricks step by step, her skirt moving in the sun, and moved to the red sandalwood chair opposite Fu Rongheng.

Before I could sit down, my wrist was grabbed by someone, the temperature was cold, and with a strong force, I was pulled directly into my arms.

Chu Jinan staggered and couldn't resist. He pinned him on his legs, his movements intimate.

The window was still half open, and he could see the scene downstairs, so he did things without any scruples.

"Are you born with me?" the voice in her ear asked. His breath was so close that it penetrated into her ear, making it feel cold and itchy.

"No way." Chu Jin'an refused, sitting on his lap with his shoulders close to his chest. The touch was clear, almost enveloped by his breath, and his whole body was subconsciously tense. Wherever he put his hands, he didn't know what to do.

Look at him worriedly.

Especially when there are people watching downstairs, his indifference always makes people feel thirsty and taboo.

Chu Jinan raised his hand and pushed him, but he didn't push. His tone unconsciously contained a hint of grievance from his daughter's family, and she wanted to pick on him and let him coax him.

"It was my fourth brother who was about the same age as me. He scolded me seven days ago. I almost thought you didn't recognize me."

It was an official battlefield medical matter, and Chu Jinan was the person in charge. Something went wrong. He came to the hospital to inspect and privately brought her lotus paste cake, which was the only one she had. However, she turned cold-faced in the blink of an eye.

"How dare I." Fu Rongheng looked at her deeply, pinched her waist, and said calmly.

"If you don't want to apologize, what else do you want me to do?"

Afterwards, I thought about how I had gone too far in not caring about her face. I admitted my mistake to her and asked the guards to bring gifts to her door twice, but they were thrown away. Antique calligraphy and paintings worth thousands of gold were ignored.

Chu Jinan leaned in his arms and could hear his chest vibrating as he spoke. He froze half of his body.

She didn't want to be left behind, so she lowered her head and thought for a moment, staring at the buttons on his white shirt at close range, and moving her perspective downwards, she saw the hand on her waist.

A little distracted.
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