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

Chapter 964 Old things in the Republic of China: Even if it is indifferent, it is also romantic 60
"Bang!" A sound.

Gunshots.

The bullet hit Fu Jingshen's feet and scorched his trouser legs!

He froze in place.

The scene was thrown into a boulder in an instant, setting off a stormy sea!
With a gun in his hand, Chu Jin'an aimed at him with a cold face: "If you dare to step into the Chu Mansion again, the bullet will not hit your foot."

Fu Jingshen didn't expect that Chu Jin'an would shoot, let alone that she dared to shoot. After reacting, he was furious: "Chu Jin'an! Are you courting death?!"

A heavy wooden crutch hit Fu Jingshen fiercely, Chu Changzong said in a deep voice.

"As long as my old bones are still there, if Liu Shao wants to touch my daughter, he must first consider whether he can set foot on the gate of the Chu Mansion!"

This father and daughter have the same temperament.

The people who were playing the suona behind Fu Jingshen took out their guns one after another. The muzzles of the guns were black and surrounded the Chu Mansion!
The wind blows and kills heavily.

Fu Jingshen stared at Chu Jin'an, who was blocked by Chu Changzong, and smiled instead of anger, his eyes were like poisonous snakes inseparable from love, strangling her by the throat.

He raised his hand and told them to put down their guns: "Doctor Chu, if you don't come for the big wedding on the fifteenth day of next month, I will have someone tie you up."

Chu Jin'an held the gun tightly, without stage fright: "Get lost!"

Fu Jingshen left all the money, but did not take the betrothal gift, so he gave it to her. Chu Jinan set a fire and burned everything clean. The fire was so fierce that it dyed half the sky red.

Seen by Fu Jingshen, he laughed for a while, tears were about to come out, and his face was gloomy when he turned his head.

On the wedding night, he will make Chu Jin'an pay for it!

After Chu Jin'an finished burning the things, he immediately ran back to his room and buried himself in packing his luggage. There were not many things with him, so it was convenient for him to leave.

Kneeling on the cold ground, the sun shone in the room, unable to warm up.

She can't stay here any longer, there is no other use than waiting for things to get worse, she has to go to the battlefield.

Chu Jin'an suddenly remembered something, a white light flashed across his head, he got up hastily, ran to the dresser to pull the last drawer, but forgot to lock it, he couldn't pull it open no matter how hard he tried, there was a bang bang sound, his little finger was bruised and white .

Only then did she realize that the key was thrown by her.

Chu Jin'an was at a loss for two seconds, and immediately went to look through the flower pot in front of the window. His hands holding the scalpel were covered with mud and he didn't care, and finally found the key that was shining with silver.

Click.

The small sound is like the waves of the sea.

The key is screwed into the lock, and the drawer is pulled open.

A jade pendant and a letter quietly lay in the shadows, the only thoughts he left for her.

I have never dared to look at it.

Chu Jin'an lost strength in his hand and the key fell to the ground.

While wiping his hands and opening the letter, Chu Jin'an inexplicably thought of the scene by the lake that day, throwing away the things that he didn't throw away twice, is it fortune-telling, or is it forced to stay?
She closed her eyes and opened the letter with cold fingers. She looked at the letter in front of her. There was no writing on it. She didn't know what he would write. The crease wants to open, all give up at the edge.

Finally unfolded.

A few lines of words come into my eyes, I only hate the short paper and the long love.

The autumn is deep, the sunset is west, the setting sun is gentle and bright, slanting around the house, the wind blows through the treetops, and there is silence.

The corner of the letter paper was blown by the wind, and the blurred light outlined the black and white characters.

The letter said:
The war is not peaceful, do not regard the family as the responsibility.

You know what I mean, if you can survive, you will be hired without any harm.If things go against your wishes, don't feel sad, you must go to Zhou Jitang to find a gentleman surnamed Zhou, he will take good care of you and keep the Chu family safe.

What happened today, the fourth brother was at fault, I am ashamed of you in this life, I am deeply sorry.

The book is in a hurry, and I can't say enough.Qingshan road is long, Wangqing is kind and cherishes herself, soaring upwards.

Rong Heng.

September [-]st.

The sound of falling leaves outside the window, the house is extremely quiet, so quiet that only the sound of breathing is left, and the lonely shadow is mottled.

Get this handwritten book and read it over and over again, like seeing an old friend.

Hit my head violently.

"Clap."

A drop of hot tears slipped down, spilled on the letter paper, and was hastily wiped away, leaving wet marks, which spread to the words, smudged the ink, and blurred the words.

All the words he couldn't say, the loneliness he often heard in the play, are all on this short letter.

This is the first letter he wrote to her, a farewell letter.

She once sent hundreds of letters, hoping that you would not reply, but now, she would rather he not write.

The pen and ink are spread out, the paper is full of absurdity, and the thoughts are lined up, cutting apart the vast mountains and rivers.

"September [-]—"

"It's September [-]st..."

Standing in the room filled with the afterglow of the setting sun, Chu Jin'an held the letter in one hand and murmured these words over and over again, thousands of words stuck in his throat.

It was the day they quarreled!
It was she who said the most hurtful thing before leaving!

If she had known that it was the last meeting, how could she have left?

Chu Jin'an could vaguely smell the faint scent of ink on the letter paper, and from this scent, he imagined how he was grinding in the study at that time.

Faced with the empty space where she slammed the door and left, with what mood did he write this farewell letter?

At that time, she resented him and hated him, and she still cares about it, but she never thought that he had already arranged all the escape routes for her.

He is such a thoughtful person, but in the matter of saving the country, he never left half a way out for himself.

A thin piece of letter paper in his hand is like a thousand catties, bearing the weight of mountains and seas, it is his heart, turned into a story he has never heard before, making Chu Jin'an's palms feel wet and burning, and he can't bear this restraint. The emotion of ritual.

The letter fell from the hand, and a safety talisman hidden in the envelope also fell out. The bright red color contrasted with the girl's old white skirt.

He fell to the ground.

Chu Jin'an was stunned for a while, staring at it, his mind was completely blank, and it seemed like a landslide and an earth split.

It is the peace talisman of the temple in Beicheng.

He never believed in Buddhism, and he went up to the temple alone to pray for her safety. After three thousand steps, before the Buddha's high platform, his back was clear and serene.

He never broke his word.

At this moment, all of Chu Jin'an's emotions, which were on the verge of extremes, finally completely collapsed. For countless days and nights, he thought about it day and night, pretending to be strong, unable to hold on, and screaming like a tsunami.

She held the peace talisman tightly in her palm, and read the few lines over and over again.

Why... why never tell her.

"Fourth brother..."

"Fourth brother..."

From then on, the mountains, rivers, sun, and moon are all the past, the loess is the bones, and the old man has not returned.

He taught her not to sigh that the future is bleak, not to think about the past, how can she forget?How to forget?

After the bone is cut, the human heart is still there, only the heart is still beating, and the affection will not stop. The acquaintance of more than [-] years, why let go.

The dead trees in the courtyard fell and grew again, and the fallen leaves returned to their roots, hoping that no one would come back.

Chu Jin'an couldn't support his body, and knelt on the cold ground, leaning over the suitcase full of luggage, tears streaming down his face, and he heard a voice in a trance.

"It's safe today."

is it him?
Chu Jin'an raised his head and saw his father's older face.

Her throat choked, and she rolled out a hoarse word: "Dad..."

(End of this chapter)