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

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

  Chu Jin'an knew that he was in a bad mood and didn't want to disturb him, so he pointed to the window and said, "It's okay, there's ventilation."

  Fu Rongheng hummed, but didn't say any more, he closed his eyes slightly, with a deep outline, he lit a cigarette but didn't smoke it.

  The dim light of the fire blurred his brows and eyes, and the movement of flicking off the cigarette ash with his fingers, against the background of the crows and feathers outside the window, was stained with depressed laziness, which still made people feel unattainable.

  He stared at the scenery outside the window, while Chu Jinan was looking at him.

  He has also been to Qionglin Banquet, and he has also played horses in front of Yujie, laughing at how many times life can have?

   It's a pity that she can't remember the time when he was the most energetic. She was too young to remember at that time.

   Later, the dynasty collapsed and the regime was divided in troubled times. He shouldered the heavy responsibility to protect Zhongji Province from the suffering of chaos, and his temper became more and more quiet and indifferent.

   "What's there to see outside the window?"

  Chu Jin'an asked softly, breaking the oppressive atmosphere, and followed his line of sight with bright eyes.

  The sky is gray and the cool breeze is constant. In the courtyard there are phoenix trees, two hundred-year-old trees, and there is a bamboo grove to the north, which is now graceful and graceful.

  Two crows perched on the branches of an old tree in the courtyard, screaming non-stop, with a hoarse voice, and their dark eyes reflected the world.

  The ordinary scenery day after day is just framed in the window. No matter how you look at it, it is just a world. How could he stare at it for so long?

   "It's nothing good." Fu Rongheng withdrew his gaze, turned his face to her sideways, his voice was hoarse and clear from the smoke, blurring a brilliant afterimage.

   It's just that he looks at the mountains and rivers from the window, and the thousands of miles are devastated to be collected.

  The sun probably won't be visible today, the atmosphere is cold and desolate, and the study room is darkened by a degree.

  Fu Rongheng didn't care much, the white shirt was like a bright moon among the pines, the green hills were still there, he stood silently in front of the desk, put the cigarette to his mouth, took a calm puff, the smoke overflowed from his thin lips again, illusory.

  The taste in the throat is annoying, so how can it make the world crazy.

  Fu Rongheng's face became paler and paler, and he felt that it was nothing more than that, so he raised his finger to snuff out the unburned smoke, not caring about the burning pain in his fingertips, and slowly looked at Chu Jin'an from the dark place.

  The sobriety and determination in the eyes were not affected at all. It was the pattering autumn rain, which was chilling to the bone.

  He is not addicted to anything, he has a kind of clear discipline, and he has always been used to controlling desires, and will not be controlled by desires.

   That bone is very upright.

  Chu Jin'an subconsciously held his breath, feeling slightly panicked.

  The fog has not cleared, the dark clouds are in the sky, the sycamore trees planted in the courtyard rustle, and the windows are opened and closed by the wind.

  The distance between them is like a moat.

  Chu Jin'an's heart beat faster and faster, until a certain beat froze suddenly, listening to him leaning against the swaying mountains and rivers, even speaking to her peacefully.

   "You will not go to the battlefield."

  Whether you can or not, he will directly pronounce your result.

   With a buzzing sound, Chu Jin'an's ears rang, and he fell to the bottom.

"Why?!"

Why?

  Fu Rongheng thought for a long time.

  He dared to throw his wealth and life for the country all his life, only her, only her—

  He wants her alive.

  He ignored her excitement, just as he had been taught countless times in the past, seeing him above the bright hall, seeing his brows and eyes high and low, meaningful like a lonely crane, and his voice like the bright moon.

   Blurred into a tragedy of an era.

   "Jin'an, when you grow up, you should know some things and don't ask why."

  Nine times out of ten, the world is unhappy, but there are no two or three people who can talk to others.

   Some words are not exhausted, go forward, hate the long road of Qingshan.

   They had one of the worst fights in memory.

   That was the first time she refuted him so fiercely, and it was the tough ideal of her daughter's family.

   "What if I want to get to the bottom of it? I studied medicine so hard abroad, just to go to the battlefield with you and save our nation!"

  She was wearing that white coat, and a white light suddenly appeared from the sky, just falling on her body, clean and holy like a mission.

  That face was very thin, and the chin was pointed. It seemed that he hadn't had a good rest these days. Only a pair of black eyes were shining brightly when looking at him.

  The more passionate she is, the more silent he is.

   But his quietness has always been, and cannot be violated.

   "There is no need to discuss this matter again." Fu Rongheng vetoed it without raising his head.

  Her excitement seemed so ridiculous under such silence.

  That's life and death, Fourth Master Fu. The person who taught her personally since he was young, your current xinxing achievements are all raised by him. What do you have to argue with him?

   How to refute, so pale.

   "I am in charge of the medical team, why don't you let me go!"

   "You said you couldn't go to the battlefield, otherwise I won't make you responsible."

  Chu Jin'an's lips moved for a long time, but he didn't say a word, suddenly he didn't understand the meaning of rushing here in such a hurry.

  The two stood facing each other in the empty study room, so close yet seemed so far away, the gentleness just now seemed like yesterday, the light in the sky was covered by clouds, and everything was dim.

  Forgot that it was early autumn, and forgot the scene outside the study window that day, didn't see him rushing back to Beicheng overnight, his eyes were depressed and tired, and his memory was still calm and breezy.

   Maybe he concealed it well, or maybe she didn't notice it.

   Just remember that the final result was a bad break up.

  She looked at him with extremely disappointed eyes.

   "Fourth brother once taught me that the ancestral territory should be guarded to the death, and should not be judged by others." She said softly, every word was serious.

   "Maybe you have long forgotten what you said to me, but I think so are ideals and feelings!"

  Chu Jin'an's last sentence, an emotional outburst, was an accusation, like a sharp knife, piercing into the heart.

   "You are really selfish, you can always disappoint people again and again!"

After all, Chu Jin'an didn't look at his expression, pushed the door open and strode away, his hands were trembling, he didn't dare to walk slowly, for fear that he would regret it, or maybe he still hoped in his heart that he would stop her, but he didn't , not a word.

  Just left like that, without even saying goodbye, completely different from what I imagined.

got windy.

  I always thought that as long as two people grow up together, they will not be blown away, but later I found out that some people walk away when they walk.

  The window of the study room was rattled by the wind, the door was still wide open, and the back of the person walking away could be seen.

  Ask the old sun window in the north of the city, where the torn paper is facing the wind, and the broken sill is facing the tide.

  The long emptiness contrasted with the silence of human voices.

  The slender and thin finger bones seemed to be holding the window peacefully, and I don't know how long and how hard I used it.

  The protruding light blue blood vessels, meridians, and wrist strength often make people think, is his blood cold?

  A drop of blood dripping on the sunken wood edge frame is considered warm.

  The small wooden thorns on the window frame can pierce the palm without being observed for many years, and you can feel a little pain.