Chapter 955 Old Events of the Republic of China: Even indifference is still romantic 51

Author: Feifei my heart

Chapter 955 Old Events of the Republic of China: Even indifference is still romantic 51

What Feng Lingzhi didn't say was that Fu Rongheng didn't have to go back to Beicheng on this trip.

Chu Jinan pushed open the door of the study room. She had pushed open this door countless times, but she had never been as anxious and determined as she was today.

Desperately want to see him.

It seems to be a cloudy day today, or it may be cloudy, and the sky will light up later than usual. At this point, there is a hint of brightness hidden in the gray-blue curtain.

He stood in front of the window, staring into the distance in a daze. He stood sideways in the dim light, and there was drowsy silence all around.

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

Is it because the country is broken, or is it rare to have both?

I don’t remember much about what happened after that. I just remember that she called Fourth Brother and he turned around.

His eyes are so deep and surprisingly quiet, all the unsaid words are in those eyes.

It took a long time for their eyes to meet, or maybe she couldn't get out of the drama. He saw her heart palpitating and feeling so sour.

"You've grown up, why are you still crying like this?"

Fu Rongheng smiled and spoke first, breaking the silence in the room. He was as calm and indifferent as he had been talking to her countless times in the past, as if he was no different from before he left.

He stretched out his sleeves with one hand, stood upright, and opened his arms to hug her.

The wind blew around his white shirt, adding thousands of emotions to his life. That dreamlike smile fell on his silent eyebrows. The desolate scenery outside the window set off him, and his eyes were engraved in the heart of his heart.

Can't see through it, can't keep it.

So far, it is the thirteenth day of separation. He said that the longest day was eight or nine days, but it was extended by half.

It seems like I haven't seen you for a long time.

I always feel like he came with the wind and snow in the sky, and he is much thinner.

When Fu Rongheng said this, Chu Jinan couldn't bear it any longer. The tip of his nose felt sore, his breathing was still rapid from running all the way, and tears fell down.

It was as if a pair of invisible hands were caressing him in the bottom of his heart, and there was a numb and intermittent pain. He was greedy for something, something that he could be strong for, which made him feel distressed.

She stood at the door of the study room, a few steps away from him. Tears flowed down her thin cheeks and wetted the collar of her white coat that had not yet reached her. She yelled in a rustling voice, almost out of breath: "Fourth brother...

…”

She called Fourth Brother and he raised his eyes.

Just like before.

It's different after all.

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

The last time I listened to a play in the Liyuan, he was sitting in the high hall. He was still a bit leisurely and elegant, and he looked very noble. His profile was depressed but elegant.

This time, he didn't even relax at all. Underneath his smile, heavy worries and responsibilities were weighing on his shoulders.

It made him look at her now with an even deeper and more sober expression. He was in a high position, and had swallowed up the last moment of leisure and pleasure that the young master had in the romantic drama that day.

Chu Jinan quickly jumped into his arms and hugged the man tightly with both hands!

He was only a few steps away from the study, as if he would disappear if he was delayed for a second.

The shadow in white clothes is like a butterfly passing away in autumn, running towards someone to go to the farewell banquet.

"I miss you so much." Chu Jin'an hugged him and didn't let go, and said in a low voice, with a cry and choked voice, like a small animal, and so are people.

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

The wind blew past the window pane, and a sparse brightness fell on his shoulders. Clouds and mist billowed around the man's feet.

A long sigh fell, close to my ears, drifting in the wind.

He rarely sighs, so what is he sighing about?

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

Chu Jinan couldn't understand, so he could only wrap his arms tightly around him and cry softly.

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

The aftertaste left by his breath is like the cold rain before and after the beginning of autumn, long and bitter, which is unforgettable.

Chu Jinan grabbed his shirt hard, like a stray cat warming up around the fireplace in the cold winter. It was so pitiful.

The opponent's body shape is always as per the family rules, upright and strong, and his face is not clear.

For a moment, the only thing left in the empty study was her suppressed crying, which made the crying person feel weak.

That was the first time in Fu Rongheng's life that he felt reluctant to let go, and his heart was filled with tears.

The bright light in the morning was suddenly covered by clouds and mist, and the study became dark. He let her hold him and stood in the dark, stroking Chu Jinan's black hair several times with his palms.

She was crying in his ears, and he listened.

That strand of black hair, as light as water, unintentionally wrapped around the man's cold and neat finger bones, and then slipped silently down.

What is being extended, trying to leave a blank space in whose life?

Fu Rongheng sighed softly, raised his hand, and hugged her hard, like a silent comfort.

The two hugged each other in front of the window.

His eyes were slightly closed, and his face could not be seen clearly. His voice fell from the top of her head, weak and strong.

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

This is rare, not a rebuke.

Chu Jinan stopped crying, looked up at him, his eyes were red, and said stubbornly: "You're leaving."

Fu Rongheng paused for a moment. When he came back earlier, he put the black windbreaker on the back of the chair. The temperature on his body was stained with the coolness of the autumn colors in the morning. It was set off by the old green of the last ancient trees in the courtyard, which showed no trace of the abstinence of ancient times.

feel.

A small piece of the shirt's chest was wet from Chu Jinan's crying, and it became damp, like the rising tide of sea water, overflowing.

He didn't care and looked down at her. What followed was the second half of Chu Jinan's words, which made Fu Rongheng extremely stunned.

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

The girl's voice was soft and clear, still crying, and her tone was a distressingly calm narrative.

Fu Rongheng still put his hand on her hair. He didn't know what to say for a moment, and his voice couldn't tell the emotion: "Really?"

"You're not here." Chu Jinan was a little sad, "We almost met."

She also gestured with her hand, like a black and white silent film, silent, with shadows falling outside the window, and only one audience.

It's just a little bit different, why is it so regrettable?

Fu Rongheng raised her chin and asked her to raise her head.

Chu Jinan didn't know why, he felt slight pain in his mandible and felt a little flustered.

"Let Fourth Brother take a good look." He softened his tone and made a statement. He raised her face and stared at her as if for the last time, "so that I can remember you."

He couldn't express his thoughts, and couldn't express his love, it was all in his eyes.

She understands, he knows.

Fu Rongheng deliberately expressed her regret and compensation, and asked her in a low voice what she was wearing when she went to the train station. The gun-holding hands slowly adjusted the collar of her white coat for her, with a heart-stopping solemnity, until she was meticulous.

Then I asked, is this the one?

Chu Jinan felt his breath up close, very clear and light. The wind in front of the window blew through her collar, and his hands inadvertently brushed against her neck, like a feather falling lightly. His movements were calm, and it had nothing to do with the wind and the moon, disturbing everything she had.

Emotions.
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