Chapter 954 Old Events of the Republic of China: Even indifference is still romantic 50

Author: Feifei my heart

Chapter 954 Old Events of the Republic of China: Even indifference is still romantic 50

Chu Jin'an was thinking about the patient and turned away resolutely, his windbreaker catching the wind.

On the platform, a little girl of five or six years old was sobbing. She was wearing an old-fashioned gown and was pushed forward by the crowd. She helplessly bumped into a strange man.

Breathing in is a hint of mountain snow, mixed with the coolness of the night wind. It is always pure and distant, so indifferent that no one can notice it, yet thrilling.

She subconsciously grabbed his sleeve and cried: "Brother..."

In the cold moonlight, the pure black and flat cuffs were wrinkled by dirty hands.

The men lowered their heads indifferently, but one was a second earlier and the other was a second later, so they were separated from each other at a distance of a hundred meters, which became an unknown regret and gradually drifted away.

Just as the roar started, the old train passed by, and the fleeting white light blurred on his body, illuminating its deep and clear outlines, creating a spontaneous three-dimensional feeling.

During the one minute and forty-nine seconds that the train passed by, the end of the long carriage could not be seen, and the light continued and disappeared quickly.

Some people are heading for reunion, and some are heading for separation.

And he stopped where he was, with the crowds of people rushing around him, standing still. Under the corner of his left eye that was struck by the light, there was a small light-colored mole, looming, adding to his ruthlessness.

Soon the sound of the whistle faded away, and most of the man's body was still hidden in the darkness of the mountains and rivers, his eyes slightly lowered and staring at her.

"Wrong person."

That was the only thing he said to her. It was clear and distant amid the friction of the rails, the sound of wind, and the voices of people.

Later, that scene was somehow deeply imprinted in her childhood memory. As she grew up, his face had long been blurred. He stood calmly on the platform wearing a long windbreaker, with a tall and straight figure. The wind blew through his clothes, and the texture was like

The simplicity and melancholy of ancient trees.

It seems that he has a face that makes people miss him forever, but he has a rough body and bones, but his ambitions are high and far away, his spirit cannot be covered by thousands of mountains, and he is lonely for thousands of miles.

I still remember that look in my eyes, which reflected the desolate and desolate times back then.

It was autumn, the train station was still dark at five o'clock in the morning, that year, that person.

His expression seemed to tell her that she had done something wrong. She was five or six years old at the time and did not understand. She did not know that she had met a legend who would leave her name in history when she was young. Her face was pale with cold, and she shivered timidly and cried.

: "I, I can't find my mother..."

In the crowd of people hurrying to and fro, there was a little girl in tears, her clothes were ragged, the surroundings were dilapidated, and the sky was dim and hidden in the dark.

No one stops, people die of hunger everywhere, this is how the world behaves.

So whoever has a wildfire in his heart has vowed since he was young to turn back the turmoil in the world and restore prosperity and peace.

The man's eyes narrowed slightly. He looked at someone through her, and thought of someone again. He murmured something, but it was not like he was telling her. His voice disappeared as soon as the wind blew: "Turns out he got lost."

In those words, the remaining strength was low.

He gave the guard behind him a look, and the guard immediately picked up the little girl, asked questions, and led someone to look for her.

Soon a middle-aged woman came over with a frightened expression, also wearing clothes from the late Qing Dynasty. The little girl cried in fear and threw herself into her arms!

The middle-aged woman hugged the little girl and thanked her repeatedly. The man didn't say anything, nodded slightly and left.

After the little girl finished crying, she calmed down. Her thin body lay in her mother's arms. Her water-soaked eyes were black and white, with large pupils, and she stared blankly at the back of the man leaving at the train station.

He smoothed the folds of his sleeves with one hand and heard the guard following him, calling him Fourth Master.

His back, in the old moonlight, looked like the mountains and seas she had never seen before, all turned into a lonely and distant story.

Heard, unheard, yearned for, strange, how to describe him.

"Brother looks...alone." She tilted her head in distress and whispered to her mother in a soft voice.

"No big one, no small one, that's the fourth master." Mother scolded, her tone of awe.

After Chu Jinan completed the operation in the emergency room, he took off his mask tiredly, his face a little pale under the incandescent light. The long night outside faded, the sky was bright, and there was a waning moon.

When she heard the nurses discussing the news of Fu Rongheng's return, her steps froze, and there was no buffering time. Her heart started beating wildly, and then she discovered——

It was the train she hadn't finished waiting for at five o'clock in the morning.

At that time, the light coming into the station had already shone on Chu Jinan. One of them walked out of the car, and the other ran away, but they missed him so close.

Chu Jinan couldn't care less about regrets and ran impulsively outside the hospital, running faster and faster, his heartbeat beating rapidly with his footsteps.

She was still wearing a white coat and hurriedly called a rickshaw. She completely lost all her previous rationality and was afraid of missing Fu Rongheng again, so she spat out the address of the Commander's Mansion intermittently.

"Master, please hurry up."

"no problem!"

God was not kind and deliberately tried to block her. The car broke down halfway and couldn't move.

"Can it be repaired?" Chu Jinan stood on the ground, suppressing his temper and asking gently.

The master hurriedly said: "Wait a little longer, just a little while, and I'll see what's wrong."

Chu Jinan raised his head and looked at the gray sky. It was just bright, but it was still gray-blue. The clouds were dense and everything was dim.

With the war, the past prosperity of Beicheng disappeared like a fleeting cloud. During this time, there were very few people, and the streets were so deserted that they actually felt a bit desolate and sad.

She clenched her hands tightly, and her palms were actually sweating when the cool morning breeze blew over her. She frowned and looked at the master's actions. She couldn't wait any longer. She was impatient and her tone was a little stiff: "Forget it, I'll call a car again."

Take the car."

The master's face turned red, he felt sorry for himself, and apologized repeatedly.

The clothes he wore were from the old days, and they turned white. His face was full of vicissitudes of life, and he was the mainstay of a civilian family.

Chu Jin'an sighed and did not make things difficult for him. Most of the good things in this world are not strong, colorful clouds are easy to scatter, and glass is broken. No one is easier than the other.

She stood in the wind and waited for a long time before she saw a rickshaw. She hurriedly waved to her, but she heard bursts of high-pitched crying in her ears.

"Rokuro! Rokuro, what's wrong with you?! Who will save me..."

She felt dizzy for no reason. She followed the sound and looked over, seeing the man in coarse cloth lying on the ground and the helpless woman holding him, her pale face full of pleading.

"Miss, where are you going?" the rickshaw driver stopped in front of me and asked.

The sky was gray, Chu Jinan's eyes were also gray, and his temples were stinging one after another.

"I'm going to the Commander's Mansion... No, I'm not going!"

She waved her hand, ran over there, half-knelt down in front of the woman, wearing a white coat against the dim light of the morning, and said in a steady voice: "I am a doctor, please trust me."

By the time the patient was sent to the hospital, it was already half an hour later. Chu Jinan rushed to the commander's office again, tossing back and forth, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his back.

The mansion is heavily guarded by layers of guards.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for fourth brother."

"Fourth Master has been waiting for you for a long time." Feng Lingzhi asked her to go in.

Chu Jinan was stunned for a moment, waiting for her?
Chapter completed!