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

Chapter 961 Old things in the Republic of China: Even if it is indifferent, it is also romantic 57
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 to the temple alone, to fulfill her wish, three thousand steps were not finished, she begged for his safety, knelt on the futon and made a wish to the Buddha for 30 seconds, she was thinking of him, this had nothing to do with the wind and the moon.

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

Sign down.

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

Chu Jin'an didn't understand.

At this time, we look at each other and not hear each other, and I am willing to follow the monarch every month.

In the middle of the night, it stretches five hundred kilometers to the north.

The autumn rain shook the sky, and the dark clouds covered the moon.

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

Fu Rongheng sat on the rock, with his long legs slightly bent, slowly wiping the pitch-black gun, his silhouette 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, we haven't arrived yet." The soldier walked to him and whispered.

The two armies were supposed to rendezvous 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, whether to 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, looked up at the sky, and 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 and tightened the reins. The steed neighed softly, making the atmosphere even more depressing.

"Fourth Master!" A set of determined faces looked at him, with a sonorous and powerful voice, full of trust.

Either take risks alone, or return without success.

They have no way out, they need this victory!
"Let's go!" Fu Rongheng said in a deep voice, resounding 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 horse and an iron horse, swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger.

In the empty forest in the middle of the night, 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 peaceful, the crabapple flowers outside the window are not asleep, she always feels that someone should be by her side at this time.

It took me 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 stood in the field of dead bodies, blood dripped down his hand, his back was blurred, and the sky was faintly bright in the distance, the picture was sad and spectacular.

Just as Chu Jin'an wanted to call him, he saw a bullet piercing his heart.

The dream came to an abrupt end.

The heartbeat was as violent as a drum, and it could not 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 in high spirits at this time, he would reprimand 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 confirmed a few days later.

In the early morning of November, the white light was twilight, 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 said hurriedly, "Do you know that something happened on the front line?!"

Chu Jin'an was 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 fixed Tang Hanting's eyes. Today is a sunny and sunny day, and it is also a rare warm day in late autumn, but she has tasted 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 is 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.

It was raining.

The morning paper was delivered to Chu Jin'an, and she read it word by word with some unknown mood.

The sycamore trees are rustling, the deep courtyard is locked in clear autumn, and the morning sun is somewhat 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 the fourth master Fu...is still alive and dead.

Those four words in black and white were heavily 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, a ghost bride is getting married, and contrasting with this scene, there is a kind of absurd beauty.

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

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

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

(End of this chapter)