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

She took off her sunglasses: "Doctor Liang? I heard that Jin'an mentioned you, can I buy you a cup of tea?"

Liang Shangjun paused for a moment, then smiled slightly: "Okay."

He was on the night shift tonight and took two quarters of an hour. When he returned, it happened that Chu Jin'an got off work.

"Be careful on the road." Liang Shangjun said in a good mood.

"Goodbye, Doctor Liang." Chu Jin'an watched him go out with Tang Hanting, and wanted to remind him, but felt that Liang Shangjun was too modest, so he gave up.

It was already night, Liang Shangjun returned to the department alone, sat on the office chair, looked up at the moon.

He lowered his head and pulled out an old photo in his wallet. The photo showed three people. He looked at it for a moment and rubbed his fingertips carefully.

It was easy to recognize, the one with the coldest face was Ah Heng, next to him, and another young man with a blurred face.

"Zhong Xing, good and evil will be rewarded, your death will not be in vain." He murmured, "We are all investigating, but Ah Heng seems to..."

He remembered drinking tea that day, and there was a light in his eyes.

Suddenly, I remembered an incident four years ago.

At that time, he was seeking medical treatment overseas, but he received Fu Rongheng's personal letter. The writing was as sharp as a dragon, and there was no such thing in the letter, which was extremely brief.

Only ask him to take care of one person.

To be precise, it is not a request, but a must!
Fu Rongheng's temperament is cold and alienated, and he cherishes words like gold.

They rarely communicated in these years, and once they communicated, it was a major national event. This was the first time Liang Shangjun heard Fu Rongheng mention someone else in his letter.

Later, Liang Shangjun saw the person mentioned in the letter at school. His surname was Chu and his name was Jin'an.

There are many talented people in the world, and it is someone who paved the way for Chu Jin'an to go abroad smoothly.

Even if separated by thousands of miles, across half the coast.

On a cruise ship returning to China in the early spring of March, Liang Shangjun and Chu Jin'an met by chance. It seemed accidental, but it was actually an arrangement.

His wings are impenetrable in troubled times.

Even——Since he was young, he has exhausted silent efforts to cultivate her.

Few people know that the young Fourth Master Fu is very different from today.

Frail and sickly, lingering on the couch, a bowl of Chinese medicine, more than thirteen years.

He is sick and weak, and wears Buddhist beads on his wrists. He is the most scheming man, holding up half of the country during his illness. The only thing that remains unchanged is his cruelty and ruthlessness for several years.

The first time Liang Shangjun met Chu Jin'an was a letter from his family ten years ago. At that time, they were still in the military academy.

Everyone is looking forward to a letter, but the Fu family never sends a letter, and Fu Rongheng never writes back a letter. Even if there is an occasional letter, signed by Chu, he never takes a second look, throws it lightly, and fades to death.

"Sad spring and sad autumn, what to look at."

This is Fu Rongheng's only answer here.

It is indeed surprising, but when one thinks of the family style of the warlord Fu's family in Beicheng, one post at five steps, one sentry at ten steps, the rules are the top priority, strict and cold-blooded, it will be taken for granted.

Until one day, on a snowy winter night, a young and immature girl came to a strange city by herself on a train for two days and one night, and stumbled to the military academy!

His whole body was shivering with cold, dirty like a stray cat, only his eyes were black and penetrating.

Just when Liang Shangjun was going out to the military academy, the girl's fingers plucked up the courage to grab his sleeve, and said in a trembling, soft and green voice.

She came to look for Fu Rongheng.

That was the military academy that Liang Shangjun led her to.

Along the way, the young people were unusually silent, vigilant as if they would escape at any moment, and kept staring at the scene that they had never seen before.

It wasn't until seeing Fu Rongheng that the sensitive and tense nerves relaxed at a certain moment, as if he had found a familiar and solid sense of security.

It was also the first time Liang Shangjun saw such a gloomy expression on Fu Rongheng's face.

That day, late at night, half of the lights were still on.

The young Fourth Master Fu trained people to cry, and the hoarse coughing sound continued, and the depressive tone still overflowed his throat, and the disease was not healed.

A harsh reprimand and another broken cry formed the only colors of the night.

"I wrote you many letters, but you don't reply to my letters...I'm afraid something will happen to you, I haven't seen you for a long time..."

Chu Jin'an choked up and said.

"Does your family know you're here?"

She shook her head.

"The train station is full of dead bodies. If someone plots against you, do you have the ability to protect yourself?"

She still shook her head.

"I have been away from Beicheng for less than a year, and I have completely forgotten all the rules I taught you!"

In the end, the hoarse and low-pitched voice came to a conclusion, and the overly gloomy tone made people intimidated: "Are you looking for death, Chu Jin'an!"

She was trembling, exhausted, and frightened. She wanted to hug him to absorb warmth: "But I miss you, fourth brother..."

For people like Fu Rongheng, what Chu Jin'an did back then was never a surprise at any time, but the trouble of making decisions without authorization and the consequences that need to be borne.

He pushed her away and told her to stand up straight and not to cry.

Finally, he asked calmly, "Are you planning to let your parents with white hair send a black haired one?"

Fu Rongheng's face was expressionless under the light, with cold edges and straight bones, and every word and every word followed the sound of coughing, stabbing at Chu Jin'an's body.

It's a question, it's an answer.

Her thoughts were ignorant and chaotic, unable to bear it, she stared at him blankly and grabbed his sleeve in a daze.

He asked her to call her family to report her safety.

She didn't dare, escaped, and hid behind him.

He said yes, if you don't call, let them worry about you all the time.

Guilt overwhelmed Chu Jin'an, and after the phone call, he faced his parents who were in panic and fear because of her willful disappearance.

Only then did she truly realize her mistake, how absurd it was.

Until the phone was hung up, her small face was pale without a trace of blood, her eyelashes were trembling, she looked at the expressionless person in front of her anxiously, she didn't even dare to breathe, she was cautious, her voice trembled, and her tears were like broken pearls .

"I made a mistake, brother four, don't be angry, I'm sorry..."

"You don't need to apologize to me. It's my fault this time. It's my responsibility to let you come to the military academy alone."

Fu Rongheng's complexion slowly eased, he bent down to look at her, raised his fingers to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, the outline was against the light, it was unexpectedly gentle like never before.

The voice is hoarse but clear, which she will remember for a lifetime, imprinted in her heart.

"Fourth brother wants you to remember that people must bear the consequences of their choices."

"I am honored that you came to see me, but there will be no next time."

The method Fu Rongheng taught people is to kill people without blood, but to stab people's hearts with knives. They are not kind and merciless until they learn it.

That night, he punished her to stand for half the night, regardless of the girl's pleadings, she was indifferent.

But he was also the one who had someone prepare a change of clothes, let her sleep in his place, boiled soup for half an hour in the kitchen alone in the middle of the night, and squeezed her chin to feed her.

It was he who put down the busy and heavy military affairs at hand, and took the train with her for two days and one night with his sick bones and bones, and sent her home.

Recently, I am editing the article, and the update will be less. I try to write as much as possible. The finale is a bit difficult. I dare to resume the update after saving some manuscripts, but I find that the saved manuscripts seem to be unable to keep up with the update speed, and my body is not very supportive.

For this version of the Republic of China, there are three different versions of the first [-] words alone. After finishing the revision, this version was finally selected. I hope it can show a good state. Thank you friends who follow the book, yours Support and encouragement are the motivation for me to write down.

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