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

  Chapter 961 Old events of the Republic of China: Even if it is indifferent, it is also romantic57

She made time to tidy up, sitting cross-legged in the empty study room, with the late autumn sun shining on her body, wearing a beige sweater, she was a little thinner and clearer, and she was slowly unbuttoning her clothes deadlock.

  When she heard battle reports from time to time, she laughed it off.

  A person walked the road on the shore of the West Lake, stepped on the creaking fallen leaves, listened to the fisherman's song on the phonograph, fulfilled the abandoned promise, occasionally nostalgic, occasionally missed, and kept moving forward.

  She went up to the temple alone to fulfill her wish. The three thousand steps were not finished, and she begged him for safety. During the thirty seconds she knelt on the futon and made a wish to the Buddha, she was thinking of him, and it had nothing to do with the wind and the moon.

  She shook the stick religiously, and dropped a bamboo stick.

  Undersigned.

  The master who solved the lottery only said one sentence: "Sometimes there must be a hit, and there is no time to force it."

  Chu Jin'an didn't understand.

  At this time, we look at each other but don't hear each other, and I hope that the moonlight will shine on you.

   Late at night, stretching five hundred kilometers north.

  Autumn rains shake the sky, dark clouds cover the moon.

  An elite force crosses the cold river at high speed, gallops on horseback, and detours to station behind the enemy!

  Fu Rongheng sat on the rock, with his long legs slightly bent, slowly wiping the pitch-black gun, his outline hidden in the wind and rain, like a cold blade unsheathed, cutting all the injustices in the world.

  Behind him are the troops waiting for his order, the lineup is solemn and dignified.

  The rain slammed on the muddy mountain road, the strong wind broke the dead tree branches, and the footsteps were drowned in the sound of rain.

   "Fourth Master, the people haven't arrived yet." The soldier walked to him and whispered.

  The two armies were supposed to meet at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, but the time had passed, and the main force led by Feng Lingzhi did not arrive as scheduled.

  They penetrated deep into the enemy's belly, faced with the loss of contact with the main force, and suddenly fell into a deadlock. Advance or retreat?

  Fu Rongheng raised his eyes, Qingyue's voice cut through the rainy night: "What time is it?"

   "Ten past twelve."

  He didn't say anything. He wiped the gun clean and looked up at the sky. A piece of dark gray that was full of wind and rain came into his eyes, and the moon was not visible.

  Fu Rongheng stepped on the horse neatly, tightened the reins, and the steed neighed softly, making the atmosphere even more depressing.

   "Fourth Master!" A determined face looked at him, and his voice was powerful and full of trust.

   Either take risks alone, or return without success.

   They have no retreat, they need this victory!

   "Let's go!" Fu Rongheng's deep voice resounded over the wilderness.

  At that moment, he seemed to hear someone calling his fourth brother in his ear, vaguely, the old man was coming, he did not stop, rode his horse and roared in the north wind, and led the elite soldiers to the distance without hesitation!

  A golden and iron horse, swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger.

  In the middle of the night, in the empty mountains and forests, gunpowder smoke suddenly rose, resounding through the sky!

   "Fourth brother!"

  Chu Jin'an woke up from the dream and shouted hastily.

  She sat up in a daze, looking at the dim room, with the moonlight shining in, the silence, the years are quiet, and the begonia flowers outside the window are not sleeping, she always feels that someone should be by her side at this time.

  It took a long time to recover, and it turned out to be just a dream.

  In the dream, the autumn rain continued, blood flowed like a river, a battle was fought until dawn, the sound of fighting was dull like someone's heartbeat.

  He stands in the field of dead bodies, blood drips down his hanging hands, his back is blurred, and the sky is faintly bright in the distance. The picture is sad and spectacular.

  Chu Jin'an just wanted to call him, but saw a bullet pierced his heart.

  The dream came to an abrupt end.

  The heartbeat was as violent as a drum, and it couldn't calm down for a long time. Chu Jin'an grabbed his pajamas tightly, comforting himself that it was just a dream.

  Thinking that he should be high-spirited at this time, berating Fang Qiu.

  She looked up at the moon and couldn't sleep for half the night. For some reason, she was still flustered and laughed at herself. When did he need to worry about himself?

   That flustered feeling was verified a few days later.

  In the early morning of November, the white light was faint, and the arrival of an unexpected guest broke all the pretentious calm and pushed things in a completely different direction.

  Tang Hanting hurried over early in the morning, and broke into Chu Jin'an's room without caring about being informed by his servants.

   "Chu Jin'an!" Tang Hanting hurriedly said, "Do you know that something happened on the front line?!"

  Chu Jinan is arranging flowers, looking sideways at her.

  Tang Hanting took her hand and felt that the temperature of her palm was cold.

   "I heard from Fu Jingshen himself in the study that the fourth master is seriously injured on the front line and is unconscious. His life may be in danger. I came here to tell you as soon as I heard the news."

   "What nonsense are you talking about?" Chu Jin'an looked cold, and withdrew his hand forcefully.

"You don't believe me?" Tang Hanting said, "I know you have prejudices against me, but I can't lie to you about this kind of thing. I also hope that you can go to the front line to save Si Ye. You are an excellent surgeon. The soldiers need you!"

   "I'm afraid it won't be up to you soon, believe it or not." Tang Hanting counted the time, and the corner of her mouth was a little mocking.

   "The matter of Fourth Master's serious injury has been hidden for a long time, and now I'm afraid I can't hide it, and the city is full of trouble."

  Chu Jin'an stared at Tang Hanting. Today is a sunny day, a rare warm day in late autumn, but she felt a bit of coolness.

  The clouds in the sky are moving, and the shadows are moving slowly on the ground.

  Chu Jin'an has always had the habit of reading the morning paper, but today's morning paper was delivered a long time late.

  She turned cold and asked the servant what was going on.

  The servant stammered: "Master took away the morning newspaper... He said there was nothing new, Miss doesn't need to read it every day..."

   "Take it back!" Chu Jin'an snapped, sensing something was wrong.

  How could Chu Changzong stop her from reading the morning newspaper, unless there was something in the newspaper that she couldn't read.

  I can't cover it early.

  The wind and rain shook the sky.

  The morning paper was still delivered to Chu Jin'an, she didn't know what kind of mood she was in, and she read it word by word.

  The sycamore trees are rustling, the deep courtyard is locked in clear autumn, and the morning sun is a little blurred, falling into the old courtyard, outlining the ladies of the old era, and also shining on the black and white newspapers.

  Sudden changes occurred on the front line, the Zhongji Battle was victorious, and Fu Siye...is unknown.

  Those four words in black and white were deeply imprinted in Chu Jin'an's eyes, and the weeds were overgrown, casting out countless dense shadows, like his black silhouette in a trance.

The newspaper fell off from his hand, fell lightly on the ground, and was swept away by the wind. The black and white, inexplicably reminds people of a portrait, a person's life is framed in that small frame, turning into a picture Black and white photo.

  Tang Hanting is sitting on a chair drinking tea, wearing a bright red cheongsam, the color is festive, like a big wedding is approaching, and a ghost bride is getting married.

  She looked at Chu Jinan's side face that had lost all color, and there was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth. She stood up and patted Chu Jinan's shoulder, whispering softly.

   "Go to the front line, he must be waiting for you..."

  At this season, most of the flowers are almost withered, and there are only residual leaves left in the courtyard. Human life has come to an end, but that’s all.

  (end of this chapter)