Chapter 961 Old events of the Republic of China: Even indifference is still romantic 57

Author: Feifei my heart

Chapter 961 Old events of the Republic of China: Even indifference is still romantic 57

She took some time to tidy up, and sat cross-legged in the quiet study room. The late autumn sun shone on her body. She was wearing an off-white sweater. She was a little thinner and clearer. She was slowly untying her clothes.

The dead knot on.

From time to time she would hear battle reports, and she would laugh them off.

A person walks along the road on the shore of the West Lake, steps on the creaking fallen leaves, listens to the fisherman's song on the gramophone, fulfills the abandoned promise, occasionally feels nostalgic, sometimes misses, and keeps moving forward.

She went to the temple alone to fulfill her wish. She prayed for his peace even before the end of the three thousand steps. During the thirty seconds when she knelt on the futon and made a wish to the Buddha, she was thinking of him, and this relationship had nothing to do with the wind and the moon.

She shook the bamboo stick religiously and dropped a bamboo stick.

Sign under.

The master who interpreted the fortune said only one sentence: "Sometimes are destined to be there, but there is no time in life. Don't force it."

Chu Jinan doesn't understand.

At this time, we look at each other but don't hear each other. I hope that the moonlight will shine on you.

Late at night, it stretches for five hundred kilometers to the north.

The autumn rain shakes the sky, and dark clouds cover the moon.

An elite force quickly crossed the Hanjiang River, galloping on horseback, and took a detour to camp behind the enemy!

Fu Rongheng was sitting on the rock, his long legs slightly bent, and he was slowly wiping the dark gun. Its outline was hidden in the swaying wind and rain, like a cold blade unsheathed, cutting away the injustices in the world.

Behind him are the troops waiting for his order, and the lineup is solemn and solemn.

The rain suddenly hit the muddy mountain road, the strong wind broke the dead branches, and the footsteps were drowned in the sound of rain.

"Fourth Master, no one has arrived yet." The soldier walked up to him and whispered.

The two armies were supposed to meet at twelve o'clock in the night, but the time had passed and the main army led by Feng Lingzhi did not arrive as scheduled.

They go deep into the enemy's belly, face the loss of contact with the main force, and are suddenly in a deadlock. Should they advance or retreat?

Fu Rongheng raised his eyes, and Qingyue's voice broke through the rainy night: "What time is it?"

"Ten past twelve."

He didn't say anything, wiped the gun clean, looked up to the sky, and saw a dark gray sky full of wind and rain, with no moon in sight.

Fu Rongheng quickly got on the horse and tightened the reins. The horse neighed lowly, making the atmosphere even more depressing.

"Fourth Master!" They looked at him with determined faces, and their voices were sonorous and powerful, full of trust.

Either he goes into danger alone, or he returns without success.

They have no retreat, they need this win!

"Let's go!" Fu Rongheng's deep voice echoed across the wilderness.

At that moment, he seemed to hear someone calling him fourth brother in his ear, and it seemed like an old friend was coming. Without stopping, he spurred his horse into the north wind and led his elite troops to run far away without hesitation!

A warrior with a golden sword and an iron horse, his anger can swallow up thousands of miles like a tiger.

In the empty mountain forest late at night, gunpowder smoke suddenly burst out and resounded through the sky!

"Fourth brother!"

Chu Jinan woke up from his dream and shouted quickly.

She sat up in a daze and looked at the dim room, with moonlight coming in. It was silent, the years were peaceful, and the begonia flowers outside the window were still sleeping. She always felt that someone should be by her side at this time.

It took me a while to recover, and it turned out to be just a dream.

In the dream, the autumn rain continued, blood flowed into rivers, and a battle raged until dawn. The sound of the fighting was as dull as someone's heavy heartbeat.

He stood in a field littered with corpses, blood dripping from his hanging hands, his back was blurred, and there was a faint skylight in the distance. The picture was sad and spectacular.

Just when Chu Jinan wanted to call him, a bullet penetrated his heart.

The dream came to an abrupt end.

His heartbeat was as violent as a drum and could not calm down for a long time. Chu Jinan clutched his pajamas and comforted himself that it was just a dream.

I thought it was time for him to be in high spirits and scold Fang Qiu.

She looked up at the moon and couldn't sleep for half the night. She didn't know why she was so flustered. She then thought about it and laughed at herself. When did he need to worry about himself?

That feeling of panic was confirmed a few days later.

In the early morning of November, the white light dimmed, and the arrival of the uninvited guest broke all the pretense of calm and pushed things in a completely different direction.

Tang Hanting hurried over early in the morning and broke into Chu Jinan's room without letting her servants inform her.

"Chu Jin'an!" Tang Hanting said hurriedly, "Do you know something happened on the front line?!"

Chu Jinan was arranging flowers and looked sideways at her.

Tang Hanting took her hand and noticed that the temperature of her palm was cold.

"I heard Fu Jingshen say it himself in the study. The fourth master is seriously injured on the front line and is in a coma. He may be in danger of life. I came to tell you as soon as I heard the news."

"What are you talking about?" Chu Jinan looked cold and withdrew his hand forcefully.

"You don't believe it?" Tang Hanting said, "I know you have prejudices against me, but I can't lie to you about this kind of thing. I also hope that you can go to the front line to save the fourth master. You are a very good surgeon. On the battlefield,

The soldiers need you!"

"I'm afraid it won't be up to you very soon, believe it or not." Tang Hanting counted the time, and the curve of her mouth was a bit mocking.

"The Fourth Master's serious injury has been hidden for a long time. Now I'm afraid I can't hide it and it will cause uproar in the city."

Chu Jinan stared at Tang Hanting. Today was a beautiful and sunny day, and it was also a rare warm day in late autumn, but she felt a hint of coolness.

The clouds in the sky are moving, and the shadows are moving slowly on the ground.

Chu Jinan has always had the habit of reading the morning newspaper, but today's morning paper was not delivered for a long time.

She asked her servants with a cold face what was going on.

The servant hesitated: "I asked the master to take away the morning paper... He said there is nothing new, and the lady does not need to read it every day..."

"Take it back!" Chu Jinan snapped, sensing something was wrong.

How could Chu Changzong stop her from doing something as trivial as reading the morning newspaper, unless there was some news in the newspaper that she couldn't read.

It can't be covered long ago.

The storm was shocking.

The morning paper was still delivered to Chu Jinan's hands. She didn't know what kind of mood she had as she read it word by word.

The sycamore trees are rustling, the deep autumn is locked in the courtyard, the morning sun is a little blurry, falling into the old courtyard, outlining the ladies of the old era, and also shining on the black and white newspapers.

Changes occurred suddenly on the front line, the Battle of Zhongji was tragically won, and Fourth Master Fu... his life or death was unknown.

Those four black and white words were deeply imprinted on Chu Jinan's eyes. Overgrown weeds cast countless dense shadows, vaguely like his black silhouette.

The newspaper fell from the hand, fell lightly to the ground, and was swept away by the wind. The black and white made people think of portraits inexplicably. A person's life was framed in that small frame and turned into a picture.

Black and white photo.

Tang Hanting was sitting on a chair drinking tea. She was wearing a bright red cheongsam. The color was as festive as a wedding was about to take place and a ghost bride was getting married. In contrast to this scene, there was a kind of absurd beauty.

She looked at Chu Jinan's bloodless side face, with a faint smile on her lips. She stood up, patted Chu Jinan on the shoulder, and whispered softly.

"Go to the front line, he must be waiting for you..."

At this season, most of the flowers are almost withered, and there are only broken leaves on the ground in the courtyard. Human life has come to an end, but that's it.
Chapter completed!