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

Chapter 952 Old things in the Republic of China: Even if it is indifferent, it is also romantic 48
The red lanterns hanging in the theater were shaken by the wind, and the flickering candles inside flickered on and off, dimming the brilliance of the day.

Chu Jin'an's heart was empty, as if he had lost something.

At that time, none of them knew that this time's separation also became the beginning of disaster.

Danjiao sang again, the tragedy lingers through the ages, and people come from all directions to listen to it, respecting both the audience and the ghosts and gods.

"Facing the sky, painting in front of the hall, this hatred is endless. Sending condolences, burning incense and offering sacrifices every day..."

Chu Jin'an heard it harshly, hovering in his heart, and couldn't help frowning.

What kind of play is this?Why are you singing so sadly!
Just now, there was a romantic scene in the wing room, and in a blink of an eye, Chu Jin'an was the only one left, looking so lonely.

She was a little lost. She listened to the drama he had heard, drank the tea he had drunk, and found out that the tea cup was filled with wine. She almost didn't spit it out. She choked and coughed for a long time. , but smiled.

Under his seemingly self-cultivating appearance, he is a gentleman who is hard to get rid of.

like a crane.

The crane cries in Jiugao, and its sound is heard in the sky.

Broad-minded, regards everything in the world as equal.

Chu Jin'an thought so, staring at the cup of tea in a daze, unable to get away from the warmth of the last moment for a long time, and began to miss the next meeting as soon as they parted.

six days?seven days?eight or nine days?
After all, it won't be too long, and we will see each other soon, and then she can go to the train station to pick him up, but she doesn't know the exact date, so maybe she needs to ask someone.

Thinking about it this way, Chu Jin'an's mood became much lighter, and he planned to wait for him to come back, to go to the temple to offer incense together, to fulfill his childhood wish, and most importantly, to pray for his life's safety.

First, I wish the Buddha to appear, second, I wish my husband a healthy life, and third, I wish to be like Liang Shangyan, and see each other every year.

At the end of the play, a graceful figure in a cheongsam walked out, with an extremely ugly expression on his face.

Looking up from the lobby on the first floor, Tang Hanting could still see the cold profile of the warlord in front of the window, and the person in his arms.

I thought again, in front of the Liyuan gate.

The man completely ignored her and walked past her.

It's all because she is passionate!
"Chu Jin'an..." Tang Hanting gritted her teeth and said the name, "Don't blame me for being cruel if you block my way."

Liyuan in the daytime, Paramount in the night, an elegant place, and a golden cave.

The jacaranda is inside the house, standing in front of the antique vase and arranging flowers. It is her favorite bellflower, as white as snow.

"Don't you like Fourth Master? You and I have a common enemy." Tang Hanting said standing behind her.

"Today Fourth Master would not want to see you because of Chu Jin'an, but tomorrow no one will know the name Huaying, are you willing?"

Huaying lowered her eyes, her tenderness was like water: "I don't see any guests today, Miss Tang, please go back."

Tang Hanting sneered, she knew a woman's jealousy too well, especially when facing a sweetheart who had been in love for several years, falling in love with another person.

"Girl Huaying can think about it carefully. As long as Chu Jin'an is gone, we can serve Fourth Master together."

After she finished speaking, she left. Unexpectedly, the cold silver hairpin touched her fragile neck, and her whole body froze. Behind her was the ghostly voice of the jacaranda.

"If you dare to touch Fourth Master's person, touch me first."

One by one, they are all crazy!

Tang Hanting was injured and left. Before leaving, she saw Jacaranda still standing where she was arranging flowers.

"Chu Jin'an is allergic to bellflower." Tang Hanting said in a strange way.

She didn't believe it, but Huaying didn't mind at all.

In the house, alone, lonely and faint.

With a "click", the withered platycodon flowers were cut off cruelly by the scissors, and the lone petals fell to the ground, turning into waste that no one cared about.

In August, it should be the time when the lisianthus blooms, but she didn't take good care of it, so the petals withered.

Like her hopeless love.

Huaying's eyes are hidden in the dark, gazing affectionately at the withered bellflower under the moonlight, her breath is soft and sad.

He will never remember that she loves Kikyo, and even when he comes here a few times, he is very alienated from it.

She used to think that it was because he didn't like bellflowers, so every time before he came, she carefully and joyfully put them away, bathed and burned incense to diffuse the scent of flowers, but now that she thinks about it, it's because she was afraid that she would touch another person because of the incense of bellflowers.

"Tick."

The knives for cutting flowers are also sharp.

Scratched fingertips.

Blood stained the muddy flowers.

In the dark, it was shocking, and she couldn't see her expression clearly.

"Miss Huaying, are you looking for me?" A man in his thirties, with a camera hanging on his chest, said cautiously. He was a newspaper reporter.

Hua Ying turned around, served him a cup of tea, and smiled happily: "I heard that you have photographed many good things, can you help me photograph a person?"

"Miss Huaying was joking. I injured my leg in the previous episode and have been hospitalized. I haven't recovered yet. I don't have time to shoot people."

A stack of banknotes was pushed in front of him.

Looking up, you can see the smiling eyebrows and eyes of the jacaranda, like platycodon flowers growing in the midst of luxury and luxury, both pure and depraved.

During the time when Fu Rongheng left, Chu Jin'an became obsessed with listening to operas. Rather than talking about listening to operas, it was better to say that he missed the love he had with him both inside and outside of the drama that day.

How many times, sitting where he used to sit, leaning against the window he once touched, listening to it for an entire afternoon, feeling in a trance that what he listened to was the best show that day, but he was lonely.

After listening to it for a long time, people will inevitably become sentimental and very tired.

What Chu Jin’an listened to today is the Peking Opera "Suo Lin Nang". In the play, he sang: "He taught me to let go of remaining hatred, avoid coquettish anger, renew myself, and change my love. Stop falling in love with passing water, turn back from bitter seas, and realize Lan Yin early... "

The next day, I listened to "Life and Death Hate", which was sung in that drama.

"What do you say that flowers are beautiful and the moon is full, and people live long, and the mountains and rivers are so sad. Hu'er rides jackals and bandits, where he drinks horses and the Yellow River is blood-stained..."

Hearing and listening, repeated in front of his eyes, is his back that day.

I always feel that there are words in those dramas that he can't say.

In the future, there will be a frightening dance in the world, and all wishes will come true in the floating world.

It was also from then on, and for a long time afterwards, Chu Jin'an often dreamed of the scene of her entering the opera garden.

In the dream, she was looking for the whispering voice behind the curtain, and slowly opened the moon-white curtain, and saw his back leaning against the window, which was blurry, but deep into the bone.

In that seemingly depressed silhouette, he has thousands of ambitions in his heart, guarding the bones like a forest, giving life and death to the mountains and rivers, and returning everything to peace in the world.

So he stood alone on the three-foot-high platform, waiting for someone to boo him.

Give her a big dream.

Alleys, streets and alleys, the sound of the stage is loud, and the family swallows are falling on the branches.

"Dajiangdong goes to Langqiandie."

"Zhou Cang, this is not water, this is 20 years of inexhaustible heroic blood!"

This summer seems to be the most affectionate season in Beicheng. Before the flowers fade, they try their best to bloom the last prosperity, so that people ignore it, and the pale autumn is coming soon.

In my memory, there are very few cool weather like before. The days are always hot and hot, getting hotter and hotter.

On this day, the atmosphere of the hospital also seemed to be detonated by the hot weather, and the sound was crackling and restless.

"What are you talking about?" Chu Jinan asked with a frown.

(End of this chapter)