Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Chapter 731
April sixteenth.

Time is not very special, it is human beings who endow it with different meanings, even ordinary and ordinary numbers, because of the meaning of existence, become shining.

It's early spring, it's April, it's grass growing and warblers flying.

It's a one-year agreement, half a lifetime to continue, it's a sunny day, the sun is hot.

Today's weather is unexpectedly good, the dark clouds only exist for a short moment, the sun rises from the east, follows the rules of dawn, and hangs high above the unreachable sky.

The sun is shining and everything is happy.

The entire Jian'an City is bathed in the temperature of the sunny day, and it is prosperous and noisy everywhere. People come and go, just like in the past.

Cen Zhou held the sword, and at the moment of dawn, his slender figure walked through the nine-curved veranda, step by step towards the direction of the main hall.

He once regarded this place as a shackle, but now he is willing to stay as a soft place.

The wind messed up the hem of the boy's black clothes, hunting and whistling, the sun blurred his back, but couldn't hide the smile on his brows, the boy was full of vigor, in a trance, frozen into an old painting, once it was colored, there was no turning back.

In the end, he started to run completely, rushing towards the distance youthfully and recklessly, the hem of his clothes was blown by the wind...

"I want to see the princess!" Cen Zhou stopped outside the door of the main hall, his breath was a little messy due to the rapid running, and his heartbeat was now beating violently. He stopped and spoke to Ruosu. There is a mahogany hairpin that has been carved for a month, and for some reason, my fingertips tremble a little.

It seems to break fate.

On this sunny day, grass grows and warblers fly on the young man's shoulders, and his wind-torn hair is shining.

His eyes were as dark as ink, serious and solemn.

Ruosu didn't dare to look into those eyes, avoided the scorching eyes of people who were always cold-hearted, stood in front of the door, bowed his head and said, "Princess went out early in the morning, maybe she won't come back today."

This was an answer that Cen Zhou hadn't thought of.

Slightly startled: "Where did she go?"

"The princess didn't say anything, and the slaves didn't know anything."

"Did she say when she'd be back?"

"No."

"Then she..."

Cen Zhou has never been a talkative person, even with acquaintances, he cherishes words like gold. There are too many problems at the moment, and he doesn't realize that he talks too much.

Ruosu gave him a blessing: "You go back first, when the princess comes back, the servant will naturally tell you."

"No, I'll wait."

Ruo Su emphasized: "Princess may go out for a long time."

"I'll just stand here, don't worry about me."

Cen Zhou's head was in a mess, he glanced at the room blankly, stood on the porch, waited quietly, his eyebrows were unruly, and his fingertips unconsciously rubbed the hairpin in his sleeve, thinking that the other party must have something to go out, probably soon Will be back soon.

As the sun came up, the noon sun became stronger and stronger, making people afraid to look up, for fear of shedding tears.

The servants of the princess mansion came and went in a hurry, walked wave after wave, walked through the nine-curved veranda, and took a second look at the figure still standing outside the hall.

"Su Qingan."

"Come back soon."

The boy said in his heart that his cold and fair cheeks would swell and sink slightly, his eyelashes drooped, and he looked into the distance.

Cen Zhou always felt that Su Qing'an would come back.

So until the clouds covered the sun, he hadn't seen Su Qing'an yet.

He looked up and watched today's last ray of light being swallowed by dark clouds, watching a bright peach blossom being crushed into mud in the evening wind, watching a heavy rain overturning the entire Jian'an City!

"Boom—"

The dull thunder was deafening.

The cold rain dripped along the juvenile's slender joints, but the mahogany hairpin was intact.

This rain falls in Cen Zhou's eyes.

Ruosu's voice was a little hard to hear in the wind and rain, and he spoke anxiously: "It's raining so hard! You'd better go back quickly! You can't stay here all the time!"

Cen Zhou blinked his eyes belatedly, and asked in a deep voice, "Where is she?"

He didn't believe that she would forget such an important day.

Cen Zhou was only worried that she would catch a cold outside and be in danger.

"I really don't know!" Ruosu took a step back in fright, "I can't lie to you..."

The red lanterns hanging on the porch of the Princess Mansion every five steps were shaken by the wind and rain, and the candle flames would come to an end at some point, and the lanterns trembled with every sound of thunder.

Cen Zhou stood there, motionless, with his back straight.

"Clap."

The light and shadow in the red lantern were unbearable and went out.

April sixteenth.

It's bad weather.

There is no moon.

past.

She didn't come back.

Cen Zhou remembered that she said to him drunk before: "Don't go."

He said no.

She pestered him, Wu Nong said softly, saying that he was not allowed to leave.

She said it several times, and he answered it several times.

He remembered that her eyes were full of drunkenness at that time, and they were all about him.

On April [-]th, she didn't come back.

On April [-]th, I haven't come back yet.

Today is the night of the [-]th, the rain fell intermittently, sometimes stopped and sometimes violently, in short, it refused to let Jian'an City go.

It was already a dark night, and it was even more gloomy by the rain curtain. The raindrops were dripping under the eaves, and the sound startled the people in the animation.

Cen Zhou stood until his legs and feet were numb, his eyes were sore, and the high fever caused by the cold rain for three days was erratic.

"Crazy... really crazy..."

Seeing that he was still there, Ruosu whispered a few words.

Cen Zhou, no matter how cold and ruthless he looks, his heart is always pure and kind. No one taught him about love, so he grew up savagely, and in this respect he is even pure to pure.

Full of sincerity and passion.

"The princess is back!" The maid's excited voice came from outside the courtyard.

The young man under the eaves suddenly raised his eyes and looked straight over——

Snow clothes and brocade clothes, moles of tears at the corners of the eyes.

The man lowered his eyes and smiled slightly, with a calm expression, talking to the person beside him.

The person standing with Su Qingan was Nie Chengye.

Cen Zhou's footsteps, which were about to rush over, froze, and the blood all over his body seemed to be flowing backwards, as if frozen, clicking.

Su Qingan just raised her eyes.

The two looked at each other in the rain.

His eyes were barren, filled with unexplainable grievances and hatred, which made people feel hot from the top of their hearts.

Su Qing'an still had the same smile in her eyes. She looked at each other for two seconds, then she looked away first, chatted with Nie Chengye calmly, and walked forward together.

Nie Chengye also saw Cen Zhou, paused for a moment, thought of some things, and saw Su Qing'an's attitude, he felt a little relieved, pretending he didn't see it.

The princess in white clothes walked past Cen Zhou slowly without looking at her.

The wrist was firmly grasped by cold and slender fingers.

Su Qing'an was silent for a moment, and looked up at the owner of these hands.

The boy waited here for three days and three nights. The black clothes were drenched by the rain, and the rain gathered along the hem of the clothes, winding towards the distance. His tough and chivalrous face was now a little more fragile and broken.

Su Qing'an only glanced at it, and then asked casually, "Why are you still here?"

(End of this chapter)