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

Chapter 955 Old things in the Republic of China: Even if it is indifferent, it is also romantic 51
What Feng Lingzhi didn't say was that Fu Rongheng didn't have to go back to Beicheng on this trip.

Chu Jin'an pushed open the door of the study room. She had pushed this door countless times before, but she had never been this anxious and extremely firm like today.

Desperately want to see him.

Today looks like a cloudy day, or it may be cloudy, and the dawn is later than usual. At this point, there is a glimmer of brightness, hidden in the gray-blue curtain.

He stood in front of the window, staring into the distance, sideways just standing in the dim light, and the surroundings were drowsy and quiet.

At that time, Chu Jin'an didn't know what he was looking at, nor did he know what he was thinking at that time.

Is it because the country is broken and the mountains and rivers exist, or is it a rare combination of laws?

I don't remember clearly what happened afterwards, but I only remember that she called Si Ge, and he turned around.

In my impression, his eyes were so deep and surprisingly quiet, all the words that he didn't say were all in those eyes.

It took a long time for the eyes to meet, or maybe it was because she couldn't get out of the show, he saw her heart palpitations, so sour.

"Growing up, why are you still crying like this?"

Fu Rongheng smiled and spoke first, breaking the silence in the room, just like talking to her countless times in the past, as calm and indifferent as before leaving.

He stretched out his cuffs with one hand, his figure was tall and straight, and he opened his arms to hug her.

The wind blew around his white shirt, adding thousands of emotions in his life, that dreamy smile fell on his silent eyebrows, and the desolate scenery outside the window set him off, engraved in the bottom of his heart at a glance.

Can't see through, can't stay.

So far, it is No. 13 days of separation. He said that the longest is eight or nine days, but it has been extended by half.

Seems like it's been a long time.

I always feel that he came with the wind and snow all over the sky, and he is much thinner.

When Fu Rongheng said this, Chu Jin'an couldn't bear it anymore, the tip of his nose was sore, his breathing was still short of breath while running all the way, and tears fell down.

The bottom of my heart seemed to be caressed by a pair of invisible hands, and there was a numbness and intermittent pain. I was greedy for something, something that I could be strong, and I wanted him to feel distressed.

She stood at the door of the study, a few steps away from him, tears flowed down her thin cheeks, and wet the collar of her white coat before she had time, and she yelled in a rustling voice, almost out of breath: "Fourth brother... ..."

She called fourth brother, and he raised his eyes.

As always.

After all it is different.

He is her fourth brother, and even the Fourth Master Fu of Zhongji Province.

The last time he was listening to an opera in Liyuan, he was seated in the high hall at that time, he was still a bit leisurely and elegant, very dignified, his profile was depressed but romantic.

This time, he didn't even relax at all. Under the smile, heavy worries and responsibilities fell on his shoulders.

Now that he looks at her eyebrows and eyes, he becomes more sober and sober. He is in a high position, and he has forgotten the last moment of idleness and lust of the noble son in Fengyue when he was listening to the opera that day.

Chu Jin'an quickly threw himself into his arms, hugging the man tightly with both hands!

The study room was a few steps away, as if he would disappear if he was a second behind.

The shadow of the white clothes is like a butterfly passing away in the autumn, rushing to whom, to the farewell banquet.

"I miss you so much." Chu Jin'an hugged him and did not let go, said in a low voice, his voice was still choked with tears, like a small animal, and a human being too.

The girl's face was buried intimately on his chest, her eyelashes were wet, her tears wet Fu Rongheng's shirt, and the heat of her mouth penetrated his heart.

The wind passed through the panes, and the clear brightness fell on his shoulders, and the clouds billowed at the man's feet.

A long sigh fell, close to the ear, and drifted in the wind.

He seldom sighed, so what was he sighing for?

Are you worried about the country, or can't let go of your old friends?

Chu Jin'an couldn't figure it out, so he could only wrap his hands around him forcefully and cry softly.

The girl's thin and lonely body was tightly embedded in the man's arms, and the white coat was entangled with his shirt, desperately absorbing the warmth from his body.

The end rhyme left by his breath is the cold rain before and after the beginning of autumn, which is long and bitter, making people unforgettable.

Chu Jin'an grabbed his shirt hard, like a stray cat sitting around the fireplace to keep warm in winter, so pitiful.

The opponent's figure was always in accordance with the family precepts, straight and straight, his face was not clear.

For a moment, only her suppressed crying was left in the empty study room, and the heart of the crying person almost softened.

It was the first time in Fu Rongheng's life that he had tasted the feeling of reluctance, and his heart was blocked even after being cried.

The bright sky in the morning was covered by clouds and mist in a blink of an eye, and the study room became dark. He let her hold her and stood in the dark, stroking Chu Jin'an's black hair several times with his palms.

She was crying next to his ear, and he listened.

That strand of blue silk was as light as water, unintentionally wrapped around the man's cold and sharp finger bones, and then slipped down silently.

Extending something, trying to leave a blank in whose life?
Fu Rongheng sighed softly, raised his hand, and hugged her vigorously, like a silent comfort.

The two hugged each other in front of the window.

His eyes were slightly closed, unable to see his face clearly, his voice fell from the top of her head, hoarse and powerful.

"I forgot all the etiquette I taught you. I won't leave now. Why are you panicking?"

This rare, not a reprimand.

Chu Jin'an stopped crying, looked up at him, his eyes were red, and said stubbornly, "You go."

Fu Rongheng paused. When he came back earlier, he put the black windbreaker on the back of the chair casually. The temperature on his body was stained with the coolness of autumn in the morning, and it was set against the old green of the last old trees in the courtyard. feel.

The center of the shirt was wetted by Chu Jin'an's crying, and it felt like a tide was coming out, like the rising tide of the sea.

He didn't care, and looked down at her, followed by the second half of Chu Jin'an's words, which made Fu Rongheng seldom stunned.

"I went to the train station to see you today."

The girl's voice was soft and clear, with undiminished crying, and her tone was a distressing and calm narrative.

Fu Rongheng still put his hands on her hair, he didn't know what to say for a moment, his voice couldn't hear any emotions: "Really?"

"You're not here." Chu Jin'an was a little sad, "We almost ran into each other."

She even stretched out her hand and compared it, it was like a black and white silent film, with no sound, the shadow fell outside the window, and there was only one audience.

It's just a little bit short, why is it so regrettable?
Fu Rongheng lifted her chin and asked her to look up.

Chu Jin'an didn't know why, his mandible hurt slightly, and he felt flustered.

"Let Fourth Brother take a good look." He eased his tone and made a statement, lifting her face and staring at her like the last time, "I will remember you."

He can't speak his mind, he can't express his love, it's all in those eyes.

She could read, he knew.

Fu Rongheng deliberately made up for her regrets and compensations, and asked her in a low voice what she was wearing when she went to the train station. His hands holding guns slowly adjusted the collar of her white coat, with a heart-pounding solemnity, down to meticulousness, I just asked, is it this one?

Chu Jin'an felt his breath from a close distance, it was very clear and faint, the wind in front of the window brushed against her collar, and those hands inadvertently brushed against her neck, like the lightness of a feather falling. emotion.

(End of this chapter)