The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

  Chapter 952 Old things of the Republic of China: Even if it is indifferent, it is also romantic 48

  The red lanterns hanging in the play garden were shaken by the wind, and the flickering candles inside flickered on and off, dimming the brilliance of the day.

  Chu Jinan's heart was empty, as if he had lost something.

  At that time, none of them knew that the separation this time also became the beginning of a catastrophe.

   Danjiao sang again, the tragedy lingers through the ages, and people come to listen from all directions, respecting both the audience and the ghosts and gods.

   "Facing the sky, painting in front of the hall, this hatred is endless. Sending condolences, burning incense and offering sacrifices every day..."

  Chu Jin'an's ears were harsh, and he couldn't help frowning while hovering in his heart.

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

  In the wing room where the flirtatious scene was staged just now, in a blink of an eye, Chu Jin'an was the only one left, looking so lonely.

She was a little lost. She listened to the plays he had heard, drank the tea he had drunk, and found out that the tea cup was filled with wine, and she almost didn't spit it out. She choked and coughed for a long time, and she could cough up her heart. , but smiled.

  He, under the seemingly self-cultivating appearance, is a gentleman who is hard to get rid of.

  Like a crane.

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

  Broad-minded, regards everything in the world as equal.

  Chu Jin'an thought so, staring at the cup of tea in a daze, unable to get away from the warmth of the last moment for a long time, and began to miss the next meeting as soon as they parted.

  Six days? seven days? eight or nine days?

   After all, it won't be too long, and we will meet soon. She can pick him up at the train station then, but she doesn't know the exact date, so she may need to ask someone.

  Thinking about it this way, Chu Jinan felt much lighter, and planned to wait for him to come back, go to the temple to offer incense together, fulfill the wishes of his childhood, and most importantly, pray for him to live a safe life.

   One wish for the Buddha to show his spirit, two wishes for Lang Jun's well-being, and three wishes to be like Liang Shangyan, and see each other year after year.

  At the end of the play, a graceful figure in a cheongsam walked out, with an extremely ugly expression on his face.

  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 in his arms.

   thought again, in front of the Liyuan gate.

   The man completely ignored her, passing her by.

   Quancheng is passionate about herself!

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

  A pear garden in the daytime, a Paramount at night, an elegant place, and a golden cave.

  The jacaranda is inside the house, standing in front of an antique vase and arranging flowers. It is her favorite bellflower, as white as snow.

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

   "Today fourth master can't want to see you because of Chu Jin'an, and tomorrow no one will know the name Hua Ying, are you willing?"

  Jacaranda lowered her eyes and said tenderly, "I don't see any guests today, Miss Tang, please go back."

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

   "Girl Huaying can think about it carefully. As long as Chu Jin'an is gone, we can serve Fourth Master together."

  She left after she finished speaking. Unexpectedly, the cold silver hairpin touched her fragile neck, and her whole body froze. Behind her was the ghostly voice of the jacaranda.

   "If you dare to touch Fourth Master, you should touch me first."

   One by one, they are all crazy!

  Tang Hanting was injured and left. Before leaving, she saw Jacaranda still standing where she was arranging flowers.

   "Chu Jin'an is allergic to bellflower." Tang Hanting said in a strange way.

  She didn't believe it, but Huaying didn't mind at all.

  Inside the house, there is a person, lonely and faint.

   With a "click", the withered platycodon flowers were cut off cruelly by the scissors, and the lone petals fell to the ground, turning into waste that no one cares about.

  August should be the time when the platycodon flower blooms, but she didn't take good care of it, so the petals withered.

   Like her hopeless love.

  The eyes of the jacaranda are hidden in the dark, gazing affectionately at the withered bellflower under the moonlight, with a soft and sad breath.

  He will never remember that she loves Kikyo, and even when she comes here a few times, he is very alienated from it.

  She used to think that it was because he didn't like bellflowers, so every time before he came, she carefully and joyfully put them away, bathed and burned incense to diffuse the fragrance of flowers, but now that she thinks about it, it's because she's afraid of being smelled of bellflowers and touching another person.

   "Tick tock."

  The knife for cutting flowers is also sharp.

   Cut through fingertips.

  Blood stains the muddy flowers red.

  In the dark, it was shocking, and her expression could not be seen clearly.

   "Miss Huaying, are you looking for me?" A man in his thirties, with a camera hanging on his chest, said cautiously. 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 many good things, can you help me take a picture of a person?"

   "Miss Huaying was joking. I injured my leg and was hospitalized a while ago. I haven't recovered yet. How can I have time to shoot people?"

   A stack of banknotes was pushed in front of him.

  Looking up, you can see the smiling eyebrows and eyes of the jacaranda, like platycodon flowers growing in a world of luxury and gold, both pure and depraved.

   During the time when Fu Rongheng left, Chu Jin'an became obsessed with listening to operas. Rather than talking about listening to operas, it is better to say that he missed the love he had with him both inside and outside of the opera that day.

  How many times, sitting where he used to sit, leaning against the window he once touched, listening to it for an entire afternoon, feeling in a trance that what he listened to was the best show that day, but he was lonely.

  After listening for a long time, people will inevitably be sentimental and very tired.

  Chu Jin’an is listening to the Peking opera "Suolin Bag" today. In the play, he sings: "He taught me to put away the remaining hatred, avoid coquettish anger, renew myself, and change my love. Stop falling in love with the passing water, turn back from the sea of ​​bitterness, and realize the orchid cause early..."

  I listened to "Life and Death" again the next day, and sang in that drama.

   "What do you say that the flowers are beautiful and the moon is full, and people live long, and the mountains and rivers are so sad. Hu'er rides the jackals and bandits, where he drinks the blood of the Yellow River from horses..."

   Hearing and listening, repeated in front of his eyes, is his back that day.

  I always feel that there are words in those scenes that he can't say.

  In the future, the world will dance with surprise, and all wishes will come true in the floating world.

  It was also from then on, and for a long time afterwards, Chu Jin'an often dreamed of the scene of her landing in the opera garden.

  In the dream, she looked for the whispering voice behind the curtain, and slowly opened the moon-white curtain, and saw his back leaning against the window, which was blurry, but deep into the bone.

  In that seemingly depressed silhouette, he has thousands of ambitions in his heart, guarding the bones like a forest, giving life and death to the mountains and rivers, and returning everything to peace.

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

  Give her a big dream.

  Alleys, streets and alleys, the sound of the stage is loud, and the family swallows the branches.

   "Dajiangdong goes to Langqiandie."

   "Zhou Cang, this isn't water, it's twenty years of inexhaustible heroic blood!"

  This summer seems to be the most passionate season in Beicheng. Before all the flowers decay, they try their best to bloom the last prosperity, so that people ignore it. The pale autumn is coming soon.

   In my memory, there are very few days that are as cool as before. The days are often muggy, getting hotter and hotter, and the hot people can't breathe.

  On this day, the atmosphere of the hospital also 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.

  (end of this chapter)