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

  Chapter 956 Old events of the Republic of China: Even if it is indifferent, it is also romantic 52

  She trembled, shook her head, her voice was still choked, and said seriously that she was wearing a knitted cardigan and pearl earrings in the morning, which he saw last time in Liyuan.

  She tried her best to describe it, and it seemed that he could see her at the train station at that time.

  Fu Rongheng thought for a moment, and replied: "Fourth brother wrote it down."

  Inexplicably, what mood sinks, tastes a bit of wind, frost and loneliness.

  He didn't talk much, but he could always hit her soft heart again and again, like a church bell being rang vigorously, and there were bursts of ringing, which lasted for a long time.

   Perhaps the few minutes when he met her was the most relaxing time for him. It was still the unpredictable fourth master Fu, all the lonely turmoil, which didn't make her aware of it.

  The vines and creepers extended to the steps in front of the window. In this coming autumn, I saw Huang, and the shadows of two people were vaguely entwined.

  He heard the crows outside, stood sideways, and spoke without warning, with a gentle voice, like a dream: "Today I suddenly remembered when you were a child."

  Chu Jin'an didn't understand why he mentioned this, looked at his meaningful side face, and remembered his harsh and harsh teachings when he was young, so he couldn't help saying: "The fourth brother was really unreasonable before."

  Even now it’s not much better, a person’s character cannot be changed.

  He laughed and lowered his voice: "I always feel that I should treat you better."

Chu Jin'an was stunned, a little unbelievable, he would say these words, blank for two seconds, she put her arms around the man's body, pressed her face to the heart of his shirt, soaked in his body temperature: " Let me hear it, brother four found out with his conscience?"

  Fu Rongheng leaned against the window and didn't move, he didn't show any clues, and he couldn't guess the meaning of his words.

  The heart in his chest was always a little warmer than others, and the heart rate was always calm and steady, restrained to the extreme, he raised his hand and patted her on the back: "Okay, what are you messing around with?"

  The sky outside is not bright after all, and the clouds and shadows are lingering. No matter how clear it is, it makes people feel gray. Who hides the secret in their hearts.

  Chu Jin'an was a little disappointed, he doesn't talk about love, and the timing is even more inappropriate now, the pressure on him is heavier than anyone else, how could she not know.

   "Fourth brother..." Fu Rongheng thought about it before finishing his words.

   "Are you going to the battlefield?" Chu Jin'an pursed his lips, and finally asked what he had lingered in his heart for a long time, not knowing what he had just missed.

  He paused, looked at her, brief and clear, without any room for wavering: "Yes."

  Chu Jin'an didn't hesitate, and blurted out: "I'll go with you!"

   She mustered up her courage, but she didn't see the temperature in Fu Rongheng's eyes disappear, and said firmly: "Fourth brother, do you still remember what I told you the day I returned to China? I came back to help you!"

   This time, there is no answer.

  Chu Jinan was flustered by his look, and didn't understand his attitude: "What's wrong?"

  Fu Rongheng didn't answer her, but pushed the half-open window completely open, making a creaking sound, which alarmed the crows on the branches of the ancient tree.

The wind rushed in all of a sudden, and the crow's pitch-black feathers were reflected in his eyes, a dark color that could not be burned away. He looked at her sideways for a while, the clouds covered the fog, the world was groggy, and he had the alienation and nobleness of a superior person. Breath, people can't breathe.

  Looking at each other, he was full of rules and discipline, but asked in a flat tone.

   "Would you mind lighting a cigarette?"

  Under close scrutiny, the tone is still gentlemanly.

  Chu Jin'an didn't react for a while, he was very patient, waiting for her answer, it seemed that he would not touch her if she said she minded.

  Chu Jinan was stunned for a full minute.

  That minute was the astonishment at his words. She has followed Fu Siye since she was a child, and she knows better than anyone else how much Fu Rongheng hates cigarettes.

  He never touches addictive things, and because his thoughts are too deep, he will not easily reveal his likes and dislikes in front of outsiders.

  Chu Jin'an is one of the few people who knows.

   The reason is not how relaxed Fu Rongheng is in front of her, it goes back to when he was a child.

She was curious when she was young, and she took flattering cigarettes from the servants. At that time, she just thought it was fun, and she didn't even smoke at all. When the young Fourth Master Fu found out, she was furious and punished her for copying books in the ancestral hall all night. The servant was gone too.

   His ugly face that night made her remember for a long time, and she never dared to touch him again.

  Chu Jin'an hesitated for a long time, but finally shook his head, his voice was clear and delicate, and he always had feelings for him: "I don't mind."

The wind was blowing, the coolness was blowing, the sky was full of clouds and clouds, and the study was quiet. Fu Rongheng heard her answer and said nothing. Gu walked past her and walked around to the ebony table. He put a windbreaker on the back of the chair casually. superior.

  He pulled out the cigarette box and matches from his pocket, which were given by the Pingcheng officials, and he didn't have time to throw them away.

  The sky is gray, and the study is extremely silent. That kind of silence makes people feel that silence is better than sound, and there is no need to say anything.

  The sky enveloped him, and the shadows in his eyes were also dim and quiet, making it difficult to see clearly.

The man leaned sideways on the table, did not look at her, lowered his eyes, his side face was clearly defined, and with a stroke of his finger, the match brushed against the wooden box, making a slight friction sound, and a cluster of faint flames sprang up, as if igniting a gray blue flame. colored sky.

  He looks calm and relaxed, clasping his hands, with long phalanges, as he lights a cigarette.

   Three points into the painting, adding good autumn colors.

  That movement is not familiar, but when he made it, there is a strong and elegant sense of nobility, and it is extremely peaceful. It is like a sinking wood, as light as water, not deliberate, and the story in someone's heart is left blank.

  Watching his movements, Chu Jin'an suddenly remembered the Fourth Master Fu, and the night when he locked her in the ancestral hall when he was young.

   Feeling complicated for a while, I put my hands in the pockets of my white coat at a loss, not knowing what to say.

  Fu Rongheng held a cigarette between his fingers, didn't smoke, watched it burn quietly, and didn't raise his head to talk to her.

  One side of the world, the distance between two people.

The thin wooden match itself is a thing abandoned by the times. At this time, lighters have become popular. Few people use a small box of matches. Now he holds it in his hand to light cigarettes, which has a sense of age. .

  He seems to have always liked using old stuff.

  Do you miss old love? Still missing something?

  Chu Jin'an suddenly didn't understand him.

  Accompanied by the rubbing sound of the wooden box, it rang in Chu Jin'an's ear, as if she heard the sound of time, and it was running.

  It is the history of an era, the torrent of acquaintance for more than 20 years, the ringing of the wall clock in the study, the past events of the Republic of China, and nostalgic feelings.

  He stood there, leaning on the table and burning smoke, like an old painting, the old people, out of reach.

  The smoke gradually spread from his fingertips, Chu Jinan couldn't hold it back, coughed twice, quickly suppressed his voice, and pressed his arm hard, but it was still too late.

  He heard the voice, finally raised his head, looked at her, and said in a warm and hoarse voice, "Are you choking?"

  (end of this chapter)