Chapter 956 Old Events of the Republic of China: Even indifference is still romantic 52

Author: Feifei my heart

Chapter 956 Old Events of the Republic of China: Even indifference is still romantic 52

She was trembling, shook her head, her voice still choked with sobs, and said seriously that she had worn a knitted cardigan and pearl earrings that morning, which he had seen last time in the Liyuan.

She tried her best to describe it, and it seemed that he could see her at the train station at that time.

Fu Rongheng thought for a moment and responded: "Fourth brother has written it down."

Inexplicably, my emotions calmed down, and I tasted a bit of gentleness in the wind, frost and loneliness.

He spoke few words, but he could always hit the soft depths of her heart again and again, like a church bell being rang hard, ringing for a long time.

Perhaps the few minutes he met her were the most relaxing time for him. Fourth Master Fu was still so quiet and unpredictable, and all the turbulence of loneliness did not make her aware of it at all.

The vines and ivy stretched to the steps in front of the window, and in this coming autumn, they saw the yellow, and the shadows of the two people were entangled.

He heard the crow of crows outside, stood sideways, and spoke without warning, his voice was gentle and dreamy: "Today I suddenly remembered you when you were a child."

Chu Jinan didn't understand why he mentioned this. Looking at his meaningful profile, he still remembered his harsh and harsh teachings when he was young, and couldn't help but say: "Fourth brother was really unkind before."

Even now it's not much better, a person's character cannot be changed.

He laughed and lowered his voice: "I always feel that I should be nicer to you."

Chu Jinan was stunned and couldn't believe that he would say these words. She was blank for two seconds. She put her arms around the man's body and pressed her face against the heart of his shirt, soaking in his body temperature: "

Let me listen, has Fourth Brother's conscience found out?"

Fu Rongheng leaned against the window and did not move, showing no clues and unable to guess the meaning of his words.

The heart in his chest was always a little less warm than others. His heart rate was always calm and steady, with the utmost restraint. He raised his hand and patted her back: "Okay, what are you talking about?"

The sky outside is not bright after all, and cloud shadows are lingering. No matter how clear it is, it makes people feel gray, hiding the secrets in someone's heart.

Chu Jinan was a little disappointed. He didn't want to fall in love, and the time now was even more inappropriate. The pressure on him was heavier than anyone else. How could she not know.

"Fourth brother..." Fu Rongheng pondered what he wanted to say.

"Are you going to go to the battlefield?" Chu Jinan pursed his lips. The words that had lingered in his heart for a long time finally came out. He didn't know what words he had just missed.

He paused, looked at her, and said briefly and without any room for wavering: "Yes."

Chu Jinan didn't hesitate and blurted out: "I'll go with you!"

She mustered up her courage, but she didn't see the warmth in Fu Rongheng's eyes disappear, and said firmly: "Fourth brother, do you still remember what I told you the day I returned to China? I came back just to help you!"

This time, there is no answer.

Chu Jinan was flustered when he saw him and didn't understand his attitude: "What's wrong?"

Fu Rongheng did not answer her, but pushed the half-open window completely open, making a creaking sound that alerted the crows on the branches.

The wind suddenly rushed in, and the black feathers of the crow were reflected in his eyes. They were dark and inexhaustible. He looked at her sideways for a long time. The clouds were covered with fog, the sky and the earth were dim, and she had the alienation and nobility of a superior person.

It makes people breathless.

Looking at each other, he was very strict and disciplined, but he asked in a very plain tone.

"Would you mind lighting a cigarette?"

Upon closer inspection, his tone was still gentlemanly.

Chu Jinan didn't react for a while. He was very patient and waited for her answer. It seemed that if she said she minded, he wouldn't touch her.

Chu Jinan was stunned for a full minute.

At that moment, she was surprised by the confusion in his words. She had been with Fourth Master Fu since she was a child, and she knew better than anyone how much Fu Rongheng hated cigarettes.

He never touches addictive things, and because he is too thoughtful, he will not easily reveal his likes and dislikes in front of outsiders.

Chu Jinan is one of the few people who knows.

The reason wasn't actually how relaxed Fu Rongheng was in front of her, it could be traced back to his childhood.

She was young and curious, so she took the flattering cigarette from the servant's hand. At that time, she only thought it was fun, and she didn't even smoke it at all. When the young Fourth Master Fu found out, he became furious and punished her to spend a whole night copying books in the ancestral hall. Later,

The servant is also gone.

His ugly face that night made her remember it for a long time, and she never dared to touch him again.

Chu Jinan hesitated for a long time, and finally shook his head. His voice was clear and delicate, and he always had feelings for him: "I don't mind."

The wind was blowing, the coolness was blowing, the sky was filled with clouds, and the study was quiet. Fu Rongheng heard her answer and said nothing. Gu walked past her and walked around to the ebony table. A windbreaker was casually draped on the back of the chair.

superior.

He took out the cigarette box and matches from his pocket, which were given by Pingcheng officials, but he didn't have time to throw them away.

The sky was gray, and the study was extremely silent. The silence made people feel that silence was better than sound, and there was no need to say anything.

The sky enveloped him, and the shadows in his eyes were dim and quiet, making it difficult to see clearly.

The man leaned sideways on the table, not looking at her. He lowered his eyes, his profile was clear, and with a stroke of his finger, the match rubbed against the wooden box, making a slight friction sound, and a bright flame burst out, like a gray-blue ignition.

Colorful sky.

He looked calm and relaxed. He clasped his hands together, his knuckles long, and lit a cigarette.

Three points into the painting, adding good autumn colors.

The movement was not very familiar, but when he made it, it had a rich and elegant sense of dignity, and it was also exceptionally peaceful. It was like old wood, as light as water, not intentional, leaving a blank space for the story in someone's heart.

Chu Jinan looked at his movements and suddenly thought of the former Fourth Master Fu, and the night when he locked her up in the ancestral hall when she was young.

I felt mixed at the moment and put my hands in the pockets of my white coat at a loss, not knowing what to say.

Fu Rongheng held the cigarette between his fingers but did not smoke it. He watched it burn quietly without raising his head to speak to her.

A world and a distance between two people.

The thin wooden match itself was something abandoned by the times. At this time, lighters had become popular, and few people used a small box of matches. Now he was holding it in his hand to light a cigarette, which gave him a sense of age.

.

He seems to have always liked using old things.

Are you nostalgic for old friendships? Or are you missing something?

Chu Jinan suddenly didn't understand him.

Along with the friction sound of the wooden box, a subtle ringing in Chu Jinan's ears, she seemed to hear the sound of time, clicking and clicking.

It is the history of an era, the torrent of knowing each other for more than 20 years, the sound of the wall clock in the study room, the past events of the Republic of China, and the nostalgic feelings.

He just stood there, leaning on the table and lighting a cigarette, like an ancient painting from the old days, out of reach of people from the old days.

The smoke gradually spread from his fingertips. Chu Jinan couldn't hold it back and coughed twice. He quickly suppressed his voice and pressed his arm hard, but it was still too late.

When he heard the sound, he finally raised his head and looked at her. His voice was warm and hoarse: "Are you choking?"
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