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

  Chapter 960 Old things of the Republic of China: Even if it is indifferent, it is also romantic 56

  Chu Changzong couldn't stop her, and he didn't dare to stop her forcefully, so let her go.

  In his life, as the director of the hospital, he has seen too many life and death, and the only one he can't let go of is Chu Jin'an.

  Chu Jin'an worked as usual, only to realize that many things happened during her absence. Liang Shangjun left and went to the front line, and the department was quite deserted.

  The nurse joked: One of the two best surgeons in our hospital ran away. If Dr. Chu leaves again, he will really have no support. "

  Chu Jin'an smiled lightly and said nothing. When he returned to the department, he found a bouquet of lilies on the desk.

   Fu Jingshen was dressed in a wine-red suit, with a dejected and charming face, and with his hands in his pockets, he smiled at her and said, "Thank you, my benefactor, for making up for the bellflower flowers last time."

  Chu Jinan looked at him, but his heart sank to the bottom.

  Fu Rongheng is not here, and the return date is unknown. It can be as short as a few months, and as long as a year or so. I am afraid that Fu Jingshen... is ready to move.

  No matter what, she will guard Beicheng.

  Chu Jin'an coldly refused: "No need."

  Fu Jingshen doesn't mind, a lot of flowers are sent to the hospital every day, and every nurse has a copy.

  No one knows what Fu Jingshen is going to do.

  The Commander’s Mansion is already empty. Chu Jin’an would pass by there when she was going to work, and never set foot in it. Today she went to work, and she received a special patient.

   "I'm sorry, Dr. Chu, for bothering you." The man politely took off his gentleman's hat, "It's just my train this afternoon, and I will leave for Huigang. I won't be in time if I don't see you again."

   "It's you?" Chu Jin'an remembered him. It was a windy day, and she picked up a hat for him, but she didn't know him.

   "I heard Si Ye mentioned you, and I heard that Dr. Chu has superb medical skills and has been admired for a long time." The man said, "Let me introduce myself, my name is Tan, and my name is Wenwen."

  Chu Jinan remains vigilant.

  Qin Wenwen made it clear that he really hoped that they could cooperate and invited Chu Jin'an to join Huigui's biochemical laboratory.

  Chu Jin'an felt that the matter was not that simple. The other party's fanatical and obsessive attitude when he mentioned biochemistry made her shudder. What's more, the two sides are still fighting, and they refused neatly: "I'm not very knowledgeable, and Mr. Tan thinks highly of it."

   Qin Wenwen said goodbye to her regretfully, and said that if Chu Jin'an changed his mind, he could come to him at any time.

  He has a high opinion of Chu Jinan, and it doesn't matter if he refuses now. When Beicheng becomes his possession, Chu Jinan can't help but refuse.

  Si Ye's woman, heh, she still has to obey his orders by then.

  In his hand, there is still a trump card that can turn clouds and rain!

  Because of the recent events that happened one after another, Chu Jin'an was always restless. Until the first news of victory came, the entire North City was shrouded in an atmosphere of joy, and the admiration was beyond words.

  Although Chu Jin'an cared about what Fu Rongheng did before he left, it was just a personal affair, and she was still sincerely happy about it.

   Guess it's going to be... no big problem.

  Frontline, late at night, facing the moon.

  Looking north, the distance stretches as far as the eye can see, stretching for hundreds of kilometers.

  The land is desolate, and has experienced life and death several times. When the north wind blows, the sky is full of dust.

   "It's windy at night, and fourth master has a low fever these days. It's better not to blow the wind." Feng Lingzhi came from the dark, and put a general-style coat on the man.

  Fu Rongheng is their backbone, anyone can fall, but he can't.

   "Take a breath." He said lightly, with clear and deep lines on his side face.

  Fu Rongheng only wore an army green shirt, and the desolate moonlight enveloped his body, casting a paler shadow, but his back was straight and steep, like a mountain and sea.

  Among the sky filled with yellow sand, what he stands on is broken mountains and rivers, and what he carries on his shoulders is the righteousness of his family and country, which is heavy on his heart.

  The weight of the few years is too heavy. Once it grows into a national concern, it will not be able to allocate much effort and leave it to personal affairs.

  He didn't care about the coat on his body, looking in the direction of the north, five hundred kilometers ahead, the direction of the train passing by, the siren blew, and there was an old man.

  Feng Lingzhi followed his gaze: "I won the battle today, isn't Fourth Master happy?"

   "It's just the beginning, so it's nothing to worry about." Fu Rongheng's tone was so weak that he turned to chuckle, "It's nothing, I suddenly remembered a sentence from the ancients."

"What?"

  Fu Rongheng walked back, the voice faded away and entered his ears loudly.

   "The moon is the brightness of my hometown."

   Feng Lingzhi looked at his back.

  The fire in the camp tent was dimly lit, and everyone surrounded the people in the center. You talked to each other, high and low, discussing the deployment.

  Military regulations are strict, but Fu Rongheng does not stick to trifles. He is calm and wild and does not conflict. He is good at employing people and decisive in killing. Everyone admires him from the bottom of their hearts.

  Today's victory is just shallow water, and Fu Rongheng doesn't intend to stop there.

   Talking late into the night, Fu Rongheng quickly pointed out: "Feng Lingzhi, you and Zhao Pengzhong led the main force to the north to attract the enemy's firepower from the front."

  Feng Lingzhi looked serious: "Yes!"

  Zhao Pengzhong also nodded: "Don't worry, fourth master."

  He stood there with his back like a green hill, his fingers slid across the map, and he said concisely: "I will lead the elite soldiers deep into the enemy's belly and attack from behind."

  After the two armies meet, they form a tendency to encircle the enemy from front to back, cutting off their retreat.

  If the plan is implemented smoothly, the leader will have no power to fight back.

  Thousands of kilometers of land are condensed on a pan-old map, and a battle line he calmly draws runs through the mountains and rivers, and the flames of war are raging.

  The candles crackled, reflecting the shadows of five or six people in the tent.

  Fu Rongheng lined up his troops, with a clear and powerful voice, which made everyone's blood boil!

  Only Liang Shangjun, who was leaning on the side, frowned and objected, thinking that he was too risky, and even if it was implemented, he didn't need to do it himself.

  He chuckled: "Others can go, but I can't? How can my life be so precious?"

  Liang Shangjun: "That's not what I meant."

   When the smile faded away, Fu Rongheng's voice was very calm: "I understand, but I can't always stand behind the soldiers and let them die for me."

  He has righteousness in his heart, and Liang Shangjun knows it.

  He has a knot with Hui, and Liang Shangjun also knows it.

   But if he had known that the final result would be like that...he would not let Fu Rongheng go tonight no matter what.

  The same moonlight, different hours, different people.

   Someone was waiting in the dark for a long time.

   "Adjutant Feng, long time no see." Tan Wenwen smiled slightly and opened his arms, "Welcome back, my ace!"

  The moonlight spread towards his feet, reflecting a resolute face with a bald head. It was Feng Lingzhi.

  Days passed by, the war continued, and the northern city in late autumn became colder and colder, especially in the north. It made people feel that the warmth of that summer was just a dream.

  The only consolation is the good news from the flames of war.

  Chu Jin’an’s life is as usual, commuting to and from get off work on time every day, occasionally working overtime, listening to operas and drinking tea in his spare time. The books brought back from abroad are piled up on the bookshelves and boxes, some of which have fallen into dust.

  (end of this chapter)