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

  Chapter 955 Old things of the Republic of China: Even if it is indifferent, it is also romantic 51

  What Feng Lingzhi didn't say was that Fu Rongheng didn't have to go back to Beicheng on this trip.

  Chu Jin'an pushed open the door of the study room. She had pushed this door countless times before, but she had never been as anxious and determined as she is today.

   Desperately want to see him.

  It looks like a cloudy day today, or it may be cloudy, and the dawn is later than usual. At this point, there is a glimmer of brightness hidden in the gray-blue curtain.

  He stood in front of the window, staring into the distance, sideways just standing in the dim light, and the surroundings were drowsy and quiet.

  At that time, Chu Jin'an didn't know what he was looking at, nor did he know what he was thinking at that time.

   Is the country broken, or is it a rare dual law?

  I don't remember clearly what happened afterwards, but I only remember that she called Si Ge, and he turned around.

  In my impression, his eyes are so deep and surprisingly quiet, all the words that he didn't say are in those eyes.

   It took a long time for the eyes to meet, or maybe she couldn't make a show, and he saw her heart palpitations, so sore.

   "Growing up, why are you still crying like this?"

  Fu Rongheng laughed, speaking first, breaking the silence in the room, just like talking to her countless times in the past, as calm and indifferent as before leaving.

  He stretched out the cuff with one hand, his figure was tall and straight, and he opened his arms to hug her.

  The wind blew around his white shirt, adding a thousand emotions in his life. The dreamy smile fell on his silent eyebrows.

   Can't see through, can't keep.

   So far, it is the thirteenth day of separation. He said that the longest is eight or nine days, but it has been extended by half.

   It seems that it has been a long time since I saw you.

  I always feel that he came with a lot of wind and snow, and he is much thinner.

  After Fu Rongheng said this, Chu Jin'an couldn't bear it anymore, the tip of his nose was sore, his breathing was still short of breath while running all the way, and tears fell down.

  The bottom of my heart seemed to be caressed by a pair of invisible hands, and there was a numbness and intermittent pain. I was greedy for something, something that I could be strong, and he wanted to feel distressed.

She stood at the door of the study, a few steps away from him, tears flowed down her thin cheeks, and wet the collar of her white coat before she had time, and she yelled in a rustling voice, almost out of breath: "Fourth brother... "

  She called Si Ge, and he raised his eyes.

  As always.

   It's different after all.

  He is her fourth brother, and even the Fourth Master Fu of Zhongji Province.

  The last time he was listening to an opera in Liyuan, when he was seated in the high hall, he was still a bit leisurely and elegant, very dignified, his profile was depressed but romantic.

  This time, he didn't even relax at all. Under the smile, he felt heavy worries and responsibilities on his shoulders.

  It made him look at her eyebrows now, and he became more sober and sober. He was in a high position, and he took away the last moment of idleness and **** of the noble son in Fengyue when he was listening to the opera that day.

  Chu Jin'an quickly threw himself into his arms, hugging the man tightly with both hands!

  The study room was a few steps away, as if he would disappear if he was a second behind.

  The shadow in white clothes is like a butterfly passing away in autumn, rushing to whom, to the farewell banquet.

   "I miss you so much." Chu Jin'an hugged him and did not let go, said in a low voice, his voice was still choked with tears, like a small animal, and people too.

  The girl's face was buried intimately on his chest, her eyelashes were wet, and Fu Rongheng's shirt was wet with tears, and the heat of speaking penetrated his heart.

  The wind blows through the panes, the clear brightness falls on his shoulders, and the clouds billow around the man's feet.

   A long sigh fell, close to the ear, and drifted in the wind.

  He seldom sighs, what is he sighing about?

   Are you worried about the country, or can't let go of your old friends?

  Chu Jin'an couldn't figure it out, so he could only wrap his hands around him forcefully and cry softly.

  The girl's thin and lonely body was tightly embedded in the man's arms, and the white coat was entangled with his shirt, desperately absorbing the warmth of his body.

  The end rhyme left by his breath is the cold rain before and after the beginning of autumn, which is long and bitter, making people unforgettable.

  Chu Jin'an grabbed his shirt hard, like a stray cat sitting around the fireplace to keep warm in winter, so pitiful.

  The figure of the other party is always in accordance with the family precepts, straight and straight, and his face is not very clear.

  For a moment, only her suppressed crying was left in the empty study room, and the heart of the cry almost softened.

  It was the first time in Fu Rongheng's life that he felt reluctance to part with it, and even when he was crying, his heart also became blocked.

  The bright sky in the morning was covered by clouds in a blink of an eye, and the study room was darkened. He let her hold her, stood in the dark, and stroked Chu Jin'an's black hair several times with his palms.

   She was crying next to his ear, and he listened.

  The strand of blue silk was as light as water, unintentionally entangled the man's cold and sharp finger bones, and then slipped down silently.

   Extending something, trying to leave a blank in whose life?

  Fu Rongheng sighed softly, raised his hand, and hugged her hard, like a silent comfort.

  The two hug each other in front of the window.

  His eyes were slightly closed, unable to see his face clearly, his voice fell from the top of her head, hoarse and powerful.

   "I forgot all the etiquette I taught you. I won't leave now. Why are you panicking?"

  This time is rare, not a reprimand.

  Chu Jin'an stopped crying, looked up at him, his eyes were red, and said stubbornly: "You go."

Fu Rongheng paused. When he came back earlier, he put the black windbreaker on the back of the chair casually. The temperature on his body was stained with the coolness of autumn in the morning, and it was set against the old green of the last old trees in the courtyard. feel.

  Chu Jin'an wept a small area of ​​the shirt's heart, and it was wet, like the rising tide of the sea, overflowing.

  He didn't care, and looked down at her, followed by the second half of Chu Jin'an's sentence, which made Fu Rongheng seldom stunned.

   "I went to the train station to find you today."

  The girl's voice was soft and clear, with undisturbed crying, and the tone was a distressing and calm narrative.

  Fu Rongheng still put his hands on her hair, he didn't know what to say for a while, and his voice couldn't hear the emotion: "Really?"

   "You're not here." Chu Jin'an was a little sad, "We almost met."

  She even stretched out her hand to make a comparison, like a black and white silent film, silent, the shadow fell outside the window, and there was only one audience.

   It's just a little bit short, why is it so regrettable?

  Fu Rongheng lifted her chin and asked her to look up.

  Chu Jin'an is not clear, so the mandible is slightly painful, and a little flustered.

   "Let the fourth brother take a good look." He eased his tone and made a statement, raising her face to stare at her, like the last look, "so I can remember you."

  His heart can't be said, lovesickness can't be revealed, it's all in those eyes.

  She understands, he knows.

Fu Rongheng deliberately made up for her regrets and compensations, and asked her in a low voice what she was wearing when she went to the train station. His hands with guns slowly adjusted the collar of her white coat, with a heart-pounding solemnity, down to meticulousness, I just asked, is it this one?

Chu Jin'an felt his breath from a close distance, it was very clear and faint, the wind in front of the window brushed against her collar, and those hands inadvertently brushed against her neck, like the lightness of a feather falling. emotion.

  (end of this chapter)