Chapter 951 Old events of the Republic of China: Even indifference is still romantic 47

Author: Feifei my heart

Chapter 951 Old events of the Republic of China: Even indifference is still romantic 47

Fu Rongheng remained silent, raised his hand to pick up the tea cup, took a half-sip, and suppressed the suppressed coldness in his deep throat. His words and actions were like ancient paintings. The drifting dim light blurred his expression, and his profile was very thin.

I regretted it and agreed to be with her.

Deep down in his heart, he knew that he shouldn't have to involve her in his life and death at this time, at least in this war-torn era with no bones left.

I wanted to wait until the country was safe and allow her a prosperous life.

But when she burst into tears, he left his reason behind.

"Fourth brother?"

Chu Jinan didn't know the reason for his sudden silence. Seeing his clear and moist eyes, he was a little panicked. He hurriedly tried to make amends for himself, and his voice became softer and quieter: "Actually, it's okay if I don't want it, it's okay..."

"Fourth brother is at fault, I want to apologize to you." Fu Rongheng suddenly chuckled and stopped her words.

Chu Jinan frowned and became even more anxious. He didn't understand what he meant and his heart was in doubt, "What are you talking about?"

But his next words made her suddenly feel settled in her heart, and she fell into a warm deep sea.

"Wait until I come back." He stroked her hair with a rare gentleness. The fragrance of tea gave him a rich background, and there were mountains and seas in her eyes that she had never seen before. "Come and get it from my house."

During this period, I always wanted to teach her more so that she would at least have the capital to be independent, but when I saw her embarrassed expression in the hospital, I realized that I had acted too hastily.

He assumes his responsibility. From the first day he is with her, he will handle everything before and after his death, especially her.

In a daze, Chu Jinan wanted to kiss him, and the drunken concubine's lyrics echoed in his ears.

Life in the world is like a spring dream, and you can drink a few cups of it happily. Don't say who is who, or whether your feelings are wrong or right. I just want to get drunk with you again in my dream...

She just raised her head, her noses crossed, when there was a knock on the door, heralding the end, when the play finally came to an end, and everyone dispersed.

"Fourth Master, the time has come."

The voice outside whispered, if you don't leave, you will be delayed.

Fu Rongheng looked down at her, the vague warmth in his eyes gradually faded away, and he could relax freely.

He put her down, calmly arranged his shirt, buttoned the loose buttons, and returned to the cold and lustful look in the eyes of outsiders, without the moment of lust in the scene.

A gentleman is magnanimous.

He is not a person who can miss his business for the sake of women. Personal love is more important than mountains and rivers.

Chu Jinan always felt that he wanted to kiss her just now, but pushed her away. She sat aside, lowered her head to straighten her hair and messy skirt, covering her red cheeks, and watched him button up his shirt and get ready.

leave.

I suddenly panicked and wanted to send him away, but I always felt that if I didn't send him away this time, I would have no chance in the future.

He refused, saying that the train station was too chaotic and he wasn't used to being escorted, so she didn't need to go.

He also said that the theater was reserved for her, and she could come and listen to the show at any time when he was away.

Chu Jinan asked him, did he come to listen to the show, or did he come to miss him?

He smiled and walked away cruelly.

Chu Jinan chased him, "When fourth brother comes back, can you accompany me to the temple to fulfill your vow?"

He kept walking and turned his back to her to ask what he wished for. Chu Jinan refused to say it and insisted on letting him go. She was always obedient and she was one of the few.

Fu Rongheng does not believe in ghosts, gods, or Buddhism. Even when he was sick at a young age, he rarely set foot in Buddhist holy places.

But this time, the sparse voice broke at the end of the play, and he responded. His voice faded away, and he entered the deepest part of the play. The light of the lights lengthened his shadow: "Okay."

Fourth Master Fu was indeed a cold-hearted person. He never looked back even once after separation. She could only watch his back striding forward and disappearing at the end of the theater, blurry again.
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