Chapter 957 Old Events of the Republic of China: Even indifference is still romantic 53

Author: Feifei my heart

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

Chu Jinan knew that he was in a bad mood and didn't want to disturb him. He pointed to the window and said, "It's okay, there is ventilation."

Fu Rongheng hummed and said nothing more. He closed his eyes slightly, with a deep outline, and lit a cigarette but did not smoke.

The dim light of the fire blurred his features, and the movement of flicking away the cigarette ashes was reflected in the painting of crow feathers outside the window, stained with suppressed laziness, which still made people feel unattainable.

He was looking at the scenery outside the window in trance, and Chu Jinan was looking at him.

He also went to the Qionglin Banquet and beat the horse in front of the street. How many times can life be glorious?

It's a pity that she can't remember clearly the time when he was most energetic. She was too young to remember things at that time.

Later, when the dynasty was overthrown and the regime was divided in troubled times, he shouldered the heavy responsibility of protecting Zhongji Province from the suffering of rebellion, and his temperament became increasingly calm and indifferent.

"What's there to see outside the window?"

Chu Jinan asked softly, breaking the oppressive atmosphere, and followed his line of sight with bright eyes.

The sky is gray and the cool breeze is constantly blowing. There are plane trees planted in the courtyard, two century-old trees, and a rustling bamboo forest to the north, which now stands tall and graceful.

Two crows sat on the branches of an ancient tree in the courtyard, cawing incessantly, with hoarse voices, and their dark eyes reflected the world.

The ordinary scenery day after day was just framed in the window. No matter how you looked at it, it was just a piece of heaven and earth. How could he stare at it for so long?

"It's nothing good." Fu Rongheng retracted his gaze and turned to face her sideways. His voice was slightly hoarse due to the smoke, and it was clear and clear, blurring into a brilliant afterimage.

However, he looked at the mountains and rivers from the window, and saw thousands of miles of devastation waiting for others to take care of them.

The sun is probably out of sight today, the atmosphere is cold and desolate, and the study is a degree darker.

Fu Rongheng didn't care much. The white shirt he wore was like the bright moon among the pines, and the green mountains were still there. He stood silently in front of the desk, put the cigarette to his mouth, and took a calm breath. The smoke overflowed from his thin lips again, ethereal.

The taste that enters the throat is disgusting, so how can it make so many people crazy?

Fu Rongheng's face became paler, feeling that it was nothing more than that, so he raised his fingers and quickly extinguished the unburned cigarette. Not paying attention to the burning pain in his fingertips, he slowly looked at Chu Jin'an from the darkness.

The clarity and decisiveness in his eyes were not affected at all. It was like a pattering autumn rain, which was chilling to the bone.

He is not addicted to anything, he has a kind of pure commandment, and he has always been used to controlling his desires instead of being controlled by them.

The bones in that body are very straight.

Chu Jinan subconsciously held his breath, feeling slightly panicked.

The heavy fog has not dispersed, dark clouds are in the sky, the sycamore trees planted in the courtyard are rustling, and the windows are blown open and closed by the wind.

The distance between them is like a chasm.

Chu Jinan's heart beat faster and faster, until a certain beat suddenly stopped. She heard him leaning on the swaying river and mountains, and even spoke to her calmly.

"You won't go to the battlefield."

Regardless of whether you can or cannot, he will directly pronounce the result on you.

There was a buzzing sound, which made Chu Jinan's ears ring a little, and he fell to the bottom.

"Why?!"

Why?

Fu Rongheng thought for a long time.

He dared to sacrifice his entire life for the country, only her, only her——

He wants her alive.

He ignored her excitement, just as she had taught him countless times in the past, when he saw him in the bright hall, his eyebrows were as elegant as a lonely crane, and his voice was like the bright moon.

It blurs into the tragedy of a period of time.

"Jin'an, when you grow up, you should know that you don't have to ask why for some things."

Nine out of ten things in the world are unsatisfactory, but there are only two or three people who can talk about them.

There are some things I have to say, so I just keep moving forward. I hate that the road to green hills is so long.

They had the most violent argument in memory.

That was the first time she had refuted him so fiercely, which was the tenacious ideal of her daughter's family.

"What if I want to get to the bottom of it? I studied medicine so hard abroad just to go to the battlefield with you and save our nation!"

She was wearing that white coat, and a ray of white light suddenly appeared from the sky and fell on her body, as clean and sacred as a mission.

The face was extremely thin, and the chin was pointed. It seemed that he had not had much rest during this period. Only his eyes were dark and translucent, and they were burning and powerful when looking at him.

The more excited she became, the more silent he became.

But his tranquility has always been unbreakable.

"This matter does not need further discussion." Fu Rongheng objected without raising his head.

Her excitement seemed so ridiculous in such silence.

That was life and death, Fourth Master Fu. He was the one who taught her personally when she was young. Your current character and achievements were all nurtured by him. Why are you arguing with him?

How to refute is so pale.

"I am responsible for the medical team, why don't you let me go?"

"You said you wouldn't go to the battlefield, otherwise I won't let you take responsibility."

Chu Jinan's lips moved for a long time without saying anything, and suddenly he didn't understand the meaning of coming in such a hurry.

The two stood opposite each other in the empty study, so close yet so far away. The gentleness they felt just now seemed like yesterday. The light in the sky was blocked by clouds, making everything dim.

I forgot that it was still early autumn, and I forgot about the scene outside the study window that day. I didn't see him rushing back to Beicheng overnight. The tiredness was suppressed in his eyes, but in his memory he still looked calm and calm.

Maybe he hid it well, or maybe she didn't notice it.

I just remember that the final result was an unhappy ending.

She looked at him with extremely disappointed eyes.

"Fourth brother once taught me that the territory of our ancestors should be defended to the death and should not be judged by others." She said softly, and her words were heart-breaking.

"Maybe you have long forgotten what you said to me, but I think so are your ideals and feelings!"

Chu Jinan's last words were an emotional outburst and an accusation, like a sharp knife piercing into the heart.

"You are really selfish and always manage to disappoint people again and again!"

After saying that, Chu Jinan didn't look at his expression, pushed open the door and left in stride. His hands were trembling, and he didn't dare to walk slowly for fear of regretting. Or maybe he was hoping in his heart that he would stop her, but he didn't.

, not a word.

Just leaving like that, without even saying a proper goodbye, was completely different from what I had imagined.

The wind has risen.

I used to think that as long as two people grow up together, they won't be blown apart, but later I discovered that some people just grow apart as they walk.

The window of the study room was blown by the wind, but the door was still wide open, and you could see the back of the person walking away.

Ask about the old window houses in the north of the city. The broken paper is exposed to the wind and the broken sills are exposed to the tide.

The long emptiness contrasted with the silence of human voices.

The long and thin phalanges seemed to be holding the window peacefully, but I don't know how long they held on and how hard they used.

The protruding light blue blood vessels, meridians, and wrist strength often make people wonder, is his blood also cold?

A drop of blood dripping on the sunken wood frame is considered warm.
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