Chapter 952 Old Events of the Republic of China: Even indifference is still romantic 48

Author: Feifei my heart

Chapter 952 Old Events of the Republic of China: Even indifference is still romantic 48

The red lanterns hanging in the theater were swaying in the wind, and the flickering candles inside flickered on and off, dimming the brightness of the day.

Chu Jinxin felt empty-headed, as if he had lost something.

At that time, none of them knew that this separation would also be the beginning of disaster.

The female actor sang again, and the tragedy lingered through the ages. People from all over the world came to listen, respecting both the spectators and the ghosts and gods.

"Looking at the painting in front of the hall, I feel this lingering hatred. I send my condolences, and burn incense every day to pay homage..."

Chu Jinan heard the harsh words, lingering in his heart, and couldn't help but frown.

What kind of play is this? Why are you singing so sadly?

In the wing room where a romantic scene was taking place just now, in a blink of an eye, Chu Jinan was the only one left, looking very lonely.

She was a little lost. She listened to the play he had heard and drank the tea he drank. When it went down her throat, she realized that the tea cup was filled with wine. She almost didn't spit it out. She choked and coughed for a long time. She was able to cough her heart out.

, but he laughed.

He is a man who, despite his appearance of self-cultivation, is a gentleman but also has a ruthless character.

Like a crane.

The crane cries in Jiugao, and the sound is heard in the sky.

Be broad-minded and regard all things in the world as equal.

Chu Jin'an thought this way and looked at the cup of tea in a trance. It was hard to get away from the warmth of the last moment for a long time. As soon as they separated, he began to miss the next meeting.

Six days? Seven days? Eight or nine days?

After all, it won't be too long, and he will meet soon. She can go to the train station to pick him up then, but she doesn't know the exact date. Maybe she needs to find someone to find out.

Thinking of this, Chu Jin'an felt much lighter, and planned to wait for him to come back, go to the temple to burn incense together, fulfill his childhood wish, and most importantly, pray for him to have peace in his life.

The first is that the Buddha appears, the second is that the husband is in good health, the third is that we are like the swallows on the beam, and we see each other year after year.

At the end of the play, a graceful figure in cheongsam walked out, her face extremely ugly.

Tang Hanting looked up from the lobby on the first floor and could still see the cold profile of the warlord in front of the window and the person he was holding in his arms.

I thought again, in front of the Liyuan Gate.

The man passed her by completely ignored.

It’s all because of her own passion!

"Chu Jin'an..." Tang Hanting gritted her teeth and recited the name, "If you block my way, don't blame me for being cruel."

A pear garden during the day, Paramount at night, an elegant place, and a gold-selling cave.

Jacaranda is in the house, standing in front of an antique vase arranging flowers. They are her favorite platycodon flowers, as white as snow.

"Don't you like Fourth Master? You and I have a common enemy." Tang Hanting said standing behind her.

"Today the Fourth Master can refuse to see you because of Chu Jin'an, but tomorrow no one will know the name Huaying. Are you willing?"

Hua Ying lowered her eyes and said with tenderness, "I won't see any guests today. Miss Tang, please come back."

Tang Hanting sneered, she knew too well a woman's jealousy, especially when facing a sweetheart who had been in love for several years and fell in love with another person.

"Miss Huaying can think about it carefully. As long as Chu Jinan is gone, we can serve the Fourth Master together."

After she finished speaking, she left. Unexpectedly, the cold silver hairpin touched her fragile neck, her whole body froze, and behind her came the ghostly voice of Hua Ying.

"If you dare to touch Fourth Master's people, touch me first."

Everyone is crazy!

Tang Hanting was injured and left. Before leaving, she saw Hua Ying still standing there arranging flowers.

"Chu Jinan is allergic to platycodon." Tang Hanting said in a strange way.

She didn't believe it, and Hua Ying didn't mind at all.

Inside the house, there is a person, alone and dimly lit.

With a "click" sound, the withered platycodon flower was cruelly cut off by the scissors, and the lonely petals fell to the ground, becoming a waste that no one cares about.

In August, when the platycodon flower was supposed to be in full bloom, it was because she failed to take good care of it that the petals withered.

Like her hopeless love.

Jacaranda's eyes were hidden in the darkness, gazing affectionately at the withered platycodon in the moonlight, her breath soft and sad.

He would never remember that she loved Platycodon grandiflorum, and even the few times she came here, she was extremely distant from her.

She once thought it was because he didn't like Platycodon, so every time before he came, she would carefully and joyfully put it away, bathe and burn the incense to diffuse the flower scent. Now that she thought about it, she was afraid that she might touch another person if she got the scent of Platycodon.

"Tick tock."

The flower-cutting knife is also sharp.

Cut your fingertips.

Blood stains the mud flowers red.

In the dark, it was shocking and I couldn't see her expression clearly.

"Miss Huaying, are you looking for me?" A man in his thirties said cautiously, with a camera hanging on his chest. He was a reporter from a newspaper.

Hua Ying turned around, served him a cup of tea, and smiled: "I heard that you have photographed a lot of good things. Can you help me photograph someone?"

"Miss Huaying is joking. I injured my leg and was hospitalized. I still can't do anything well. I don't have time to take photos of people."

A wad of banknotes was pushed in front of him.

Looking upward, you can see the smiling brows and eyes of the flower jacaranda, like the platycodon flower growing in a world of ecstasy, both pure and depraved.

During the time when Fu Rongheng left, Chu Jinan became obsessed with listening to operas. Rather than listening to operas, it was better to say that he missed the feelings he had with him both in and out of the operas that day.

How many times have I sat where he once sat, leaning against the window he once touched, listening to it for an entire afternoon, and I vaguely felt that what he listened to that day was the best show, but he was lonely.

After listening to it for a long time, people will inevitably become sentimental and feel weak.

Today, Chu Jinan listened to the Peking Opera "Suo Lin Nang", in which he sang: "He taught me to accept the lingering regrets, avoid being spoiled and angry, and to rehabilitate myself and change my temper. I will stop loving the passing water, turn back from the sea of ​​suffering, and realize Lan Yin early..."

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The next day I listened to "Hate of Life and Death" again, which was sung in the lyrics.

"When flowers are blooming and the moon is full, people live longer. Mountains and rivers are thousands of miles away, so much sorrow. Hu'er rides on jackals and bandits, and he drinks horses and the Yellow River is stained with blood..."

As I listened and listened, I kept seeing his back view over and over again.

I always felt that there were words in those plays that he couldn't say.

In the future, the world will be filled with surprises, and everyone in the world will have their wishes fulfilled.

From that point on, and even for a long time afterwards, Chu Jinan often dreamed about the scene of her landing in the opera garden.

In her dream, she looked for the whispers behind the curtain, slowly opened the moon-white curtain, and saw his back leaning against the window, which was blurry but also profound.

In that seemingly depressed silhouette, he has countless ambitions in his heart, guarding the bones like a forest, giving life and death to the mountains and rivers, and restoring peace to the world.

So he stood alone on the three-foot-high platform, waiting for someone to cheer for him.

Give her a big dream.

In the alleys and alleys, the sound of the stage is loud, and the swallows of every family fall off the branches.

"Go to the east of the Yangtze River and wander across Qiandiao."

"Zhou Cang, this is not water, this is the blood of heroes that has been shed for twenty years!"

This summer seems to be the most passionate season in the North City. Before the flowers fade, they do their best to bloom with the last prosperity, so that people ignore that the pale autumn is about to arrive not far away.

In my memory, there are very few cool weather like before. The weather is often sultry and getting hotter and hotter, making people unable to breathe due to the heat.

On this day, the atmosphere in the hospital seemed to be detonated by the hot weather, and the sound was crackling and restless.

"What are you talking about?" Chu Jinan asked with a frown.
Chapter completed!