Chapter 974: Past events of the Republic of China: Even indifference is still romantic (End)

Author: Feifei my heart

Chapter 974: Past events of the Republic of China: Even indifference is still romantic (End)

Seeing that she was about to run out of the train station, Tang Hanting cried, laughed, and put on makeup, but was pulled back violently. She stretched out her hand: "No--"

"Bang!"

The bullet penetrated someone's heart, and Tang Hanting felt the pain slowly.

In the confusion, Fu Jingshen grabbed Tang Hanting to shield him from the gun, his face was pale and his voice was fierce.

"You and I are destined to die together! What else can we dream about in this second life?"

Tang Hanting's vision was blurry, and she saw his face. She finally woke up from forgetfulness. She inserted a dagger into Fu Jingshen's heart: "You killed me..."

In the last twist, he was the one who shot her!

Fu Jingshen was caught off guard and opened his eyes wide, looking at her in disbelief.

Instead, Tang Hanting smiled and laughed. In the end, she couldn't tell whether she was crying or laughing: "I am the person on the high branch, you all should be happy..."

In a daze, like the torrent of the times, a sentence about things and people has changed.

"If I were the second female lead in the drama, I wouldn't be so stupid. If I want to climb high, of course I have to climb with the most powerful one - Fourth Master Fu."

A crimson cheongsam bloomed in the heavy snow, blooming at the end of Huangquan, reflecting the desolate train station thousands of miles away. At the last glance, Tang Hanting subconsciously looked at the infant child, and her body slowly fell to the ground...

All the trajectories overlap surprisingly and go round and round, reflecting the original comment.

The heart is higher than the sky, and life is thinner than paper.

It turned out to be a big dream. In the dream, it was the past, and when I woke up, it was the present.

"Sixth Young Master, let's go quickly!" The subordinates shouted desperately as there were only a few left.

Fu Jingshen came to his senses, covered the wound on his heart, and instead of running away, he rushed forward with a gun, shouting unwillingly: "Why are you running? Can you run away? If you can kill every one, you will be buried with me on Huangquan Road!"

"

Life is like mud, despicable and greedy for pleasure.

Feng Lingzhi looked at him from a distance and pulled the trigger with his finger.

"Bang--"

The world returns to silence.

Fu Jingshen was already a powerful crossbow, so how could he dodge this bullet?

He fell to the ground in response, only two or three meters away from Tang Hanting, so they could be considered dead together.

Five meters away, a swaddling baby lay in the snow, blue and white from the cold, crying loudly.

That sharp cry became the only sound in this train station where corpses were everywhere.

The snow is falling heavier and heavier, mercifully covering all the filth in the world, and the howling night wind is like a wail, commemorating this white funeral.

"Adjutant, everything has been dealt with," the guard said, "This child..."

Feng Lingzhi's face was complicated: "The parents are seeking their own death, but they are suffering for their babies."

"Give me the child..."

A deep and deep voice sounded from behind

Mr. Fu walked over step by step on crutches and sighed.

"Mr. Fu." Feng Lingzhi looked serious, picked up the baby and put it in his arms.

Fu Zhenshan hugged the child, stretched out his hand to check for breathing, and found that there was still a breath of air, and whispered: "Nie Zhan."

The baby boy seemed to feel the warmth and slowly stopped crying. His eyes were surprisingly big and he looked at him in confusion.

"Rong Heng is really merciless." Fu Zhenshan looked at the two corpses.

"Too many people died in vain because of Sixth Young Master, and there must be an explanation." Feng Lingzhi said.

"When I was young, Jing Shen somehow fell into the ravine. That time, it was Rong Heng who found out and carried him back and saved his life."

Fu Zhenshan squinted his eyes as he spoke. People like to reminisce about the past when they get old. They dug out many old things, but they couldn't bear to look back.

Eighty-nine things in the world are vague, and human feelings cover up two or three points.

Now, I have my life back.

"Fourth Master never mentioned it."

"He has a taciturn character." Fu Zhenshan said, "He never talks about what he does, and it's hard to guess what he's thinking..."

"That's all, that's all."

Things are a foregone conclusion, what's the use of reminiscing about the past, it only adds to the sadness.

"Go back and resurrect with him." Mr. Fu closed his eyes, wearing a dark black Chinese tunic suit, attending the funeral for someone, "From now on, he will be the one to support the Fu family."

Fu Zhenshan held the child in his arms and walked slowly away. There were different shades of footprints in the snow, leaving the sad train station.

"From now on...you can call me Fu Chang."

The past and the past are like clouds and smoke, becoming empty in a blink of an eye.

The snow stopped and a bright moon rose.

The study was quiet.

When Feng Lingzhi came in, Fu Rongheng was sitting by the window, wearing a military uniform coat, playing chess under the lamp.

One person, one lamp, one game of chess.

"Fourth Master," Feng Lingzhi said, "the matter is done."

Fu Rongheng stopped playing the chess piece for a moment and responded calmly.

When you look at people under the lamp, you can't see their faces.

Too many people have died on this road, all of them are old friends.

Feng Lingzhi thought that he might feel sad for a moment, but he had no regrets.

The bright moonlight in the sky is like flowing water, reflecting the snow on the ground. Every year, people are different.

One year later.

When spring comes, the weather will be smooth and there will be no lost objects on the road.

The old man on the street was making hot tea, and the aroma of tea rose in the air. The boy selling newspapers asked for a cup of tea, and the children chased him and accidentally knocked over the wooden table.

The spring breeze blows through every corner of the North City, and people are talking about the wedding of the Fu and Chu families. How many times can life be like this?

There are rumors among the people——

If you are not a mandarin duck, you will not envy the immortals, but you will envy Fu Chu for a hundred years.

In addition, there are Ruicao and they grow old together, so it should be difficult to compare.

Fu Zhai.

The spring scenery is deep, and the red candles shed tears of spring at night, and they are bright and dim.

It was late at night, and when Chu Jinan woke up, the red candles in the room were burned out, the fire was dim, and he realized that he was not around.

He usually doesn't like liveliness, so the dark wood furniture in this room was stained red, probably for the only time in his life.

In ten lifetimes, we can cross the same boat; in a hundred lifetimes, we can sleep together in the same pillow.

Chu Jinan put on his pajamas and walked out barefoot. The door of the house was ajar. He was sitting on the steps of the Spring Courtyard. He was wearing a white shirt, with his back straight and his long legs slightly bent. He didn't know what he was thinking.

The begonias in the courtyard have not yet rained, and the pear blossoms have snowed first, half of the spring break.

Most of the man's body was hidden in the dim night, with frosty white pear blossoms falling on his shoulders and then on the steps.

Chu Jinan leaned against the door and stared at him in trance for a long time.

Suddenly I remembered that a long time ago, so long ago that I almost couldn’t remember when, it was like this under the eaves of the courtyard in the old days.

The young man used the light on his back to look at the snow outside, and he often looked at it for half a day.

It was freezing cold, and he was covered with a dark blue crane cloak, which was brilliant but solemn.

And she was looking at his back.

Little did he know at that time that Feng Guan Xia Pei would marry him and become his official wife.

Chu Jinan came back to his senses, smiled, crossed the threshold, stepped on the pear blossoms on the spring steps with his bare feet, and hugged him from behind: "Fourth brother."

He didn't know how long the wind had been blowing, and his body felt quite chilly.

"Why are you awake?" Fu Rongheng looked back at her. Under the bright moon, his features were clear and leisurely.

There was her in those eyes.

Suddenly a gust of draft blew through the old and simple sunken wood furniture, and then blew away the pear blossoms and snow in the courtyard, fluttering to the ground.

Stretching ninety thousand miles to the north, the mountains and seas in his eyes became the stories she had heard before.
Chapter completed!