MTL - The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me-Chapter 918 Old things in the Republic of China: Even if you are indifferent, you are also romantic14
After that, for a long time, Chu Jin'an was terrified when he saw the ruler in Fu Siye's hand, and he was afraid when he glanced over.
It didn't get better until a long time passed, and after a few years, it would slowly fade into memory, with no long memory, no prospects, and more and more clinging to him.
After much calculation, when I was a child, the one who taught Chu Jin'an the most was not his parents, nor the teacher at home, but Fu Rongheng.
Too many things he taught are very useful, but Chu Jinan understood it a little later, and felt that he was unreasonable when he was young, so now he wants to laugh it off.
Chu Jin'an regained his senses from the memories, feeling a little dazed, looking at the sky blue glowing in the distance, the clouds were thick and lingering, unable to see through the sky.
It also occurred to her that the first time she met Fu Rongheng after returning to China was also in such a weather.
The weather like this is too deserted, as if no one likes cloudy days, there is no human touch at all.
So when I listened to the sound of rain falling, all the old people, old things and old feelings fell together with the frequency of the cloudy sky, dark clouds, and rain, drowning in the corners and deep alleys.
The end of nostalgia may be reunion, or maybe it is forgetting.
The wind blew up, stirring up the undissipated coldness in the air, blowing people awake.
Tang Hanting looked at her alone: "Didn't Dr. Liang send you here?"
"What do you want him to send, won't I go by myself?"
Chu Jin'an's black eyelashes moved a little, casually, wearing a moon-white long dress matching the black silk, his figure is graceful and graceful, retro and noble.
It is white under the moon, lingering with blue and blue, just like the sky after the rain.
The ancients believed that the color of the moon is not soft and pure white, but a faint blue, almost the color of moonlight.
Chu Jin'an said, the pearl earrings on the earlobe penetrated: "Let's eat something first."
"...Why are you still eating?"
Tang Hanting dare not eat, she is a movie star, she has to manage her figure, if she eats too much, she will gain weight, so she can only watch Chu Jinan eat and see her doubt life.
Food can't move in front of you, as if you are being tortured.
It was very painful, but for the sake of beauty, Tang Hanting endured it.
Actually, the two of them get along pretty well. Tang Hanting wants to have a good relationship with Chu Jin'an, so they get along very well. She probably sensed the other party's temper.
Generally speaking, it’s okay to follow her. You can only pet her.
Tang Hanting was so angry that her blood pressure rose slowly and she had a cerebral thrombosis 30 years earlier, and she still had to smile to be Chu Jinan's confidant big sister. In fact, she was tearing Chu Jinan's heart apart.
In order to get close to Fu Rongheng's plan.
She can bear it no longer!
"This is delicious, do you want to eat it?"
“…..…don’t eat, thank you.”
Chu Jin'an doesn't care, anyway, she asked politely.
Qi Lou: "Why are you making false claims with her?"
"Know yourself and the enemy, and you will never be imperiled in a hundred battles."
"..." I didn't see it, I just saw that you seemed to be watching a play.
Unexpectedly, the two of them were halfway through the walk, and it rained again on a cloudy day after the rain had stopped. At first, it was just a few small raindrops, and then it became bigger and bigger, and the thunder was deafening!
It's like a doll's face, it can change as it says.
Both of them didn't bring an umbrella, so they were caught off guard and got wet, so they ran to the eaves of a store to hide from the rain.
The sound of the rain drowned out the noisy voices on the street. The raindrops hit the bluestone slab forcefully again and again. The water stalls gathered in the low-lying places were broken and reassembled, reflecting the gray-white sky, as if covered with a huge layer of gray. The curtain, I can't see it clearly.
Cool wind blows, cold air hits, rainy day, pedestrians on the street are in a hurry.
Some people stood under the eaves to shelter from the rain like them, some rickshaw drivers pulled the carts in the rain, and some drivers sat in the corners wearing yellowed white shirts, smoking dry cigarettes during the day, and the smoke rose with the rain and fog.
Occasionally, a black car stopped on the street, and a man in a suit and leather shoes stepped out of the car, or an elegant lady.
Accompanied by the courteous greetings of the attendants, stepping into the Paramount of singing and dancing, even rainy days can't extinguish its prosperity.
Sometimes, it seems like two worlds.
Chu Jin'an sighed: "It's all right now, I haven't eaten enough yet, I was soaked by the rain first. I'm so cold, have you brought a coat?"
Tang Hanting: "I think if I take off the cheongsam on my body and give it to you, I will have to run."
"Isn't that just to show off your charm?"
"It's not necessary, others will regard me as a lunatic."
"what a pity."
Everyone loves beauty, and Chu Jin'an is no exception. He didn't expect it to rain again today. He only wore a thin moon-white dress and stood on the moss-covered steps. His body was drenched in the rain, and his skin was a little cold. whitish.
The hem of the skirt was also wet, with crystal drops dripping down, and it was as cool and blue as the moonlight, which contrasted with the rainy scenery in the sky, like someone's cat.
But Minggui has no offense in his bones.
That kind of expensive, I don't know how to say it, Tang Hanting thinks that Chu Jin'an may have been by Fu Rongheng's side for a long time, and he actually resembles that person by two or three points, so much that she can't even notice it.
Tang Hanting is not much better than Chu Jin'an, especially when she wears a very tight cheongsam, her curves become more clearly visible after getting wet, her exuberant sexiness, her erosive roses, and her drunken slump.
These are easy to relate to her.
Many males looked at Tang Hanting nonchalantly without daring to look at Chu Jin'an.
She frowned, disgusted to the extreme, and smiled: "It's so despicable..."
Contemptuous and arrogant.
Therefore, it is more and more longing, some existence.
How many people love is considered a skill, only if you have the love of noble people, you can call it a skill.
What is considered noble? He has a cold and noble bones, a high status, power, status and women are all at his fingertips, like the Fourth Master Fu.
"Ah Choo—!"
Chu Jin'an sneezed, and the tip of his nose turned red from the cold.
At the same time, a pure black military vehicle slowly approached from a distance. Pedestrians on the street consciously avoided it. The wheels rolled over the rainwater accumulated on the stone road, and the raindrops splashed everywhere.
In the misty rain, someone's footsteps are consistent.
"Miss Tang."
A soft voice sounded, falling with the sound of rain.
That voice, how do you say it? It's bone-crushing.
Fawning inside.
"Miss Chu." The voice stopped, then whispered again.
Chu Jin'an looked over and was stunned for a moment, but didn't recognize her.
The woman holds a flower-folded umbrella and walks from the rain curtain, from the place where the flowers are blooming.
The face under the umbrella is so beautiful.
There is a vermilion tear mole in the corner of her right eye, like a speck of cinnabar, adding to the beauty, and the rain drips down her tear mole, as if it has condensed into a tear.
Those with moles of tears will flow for the rest of their life, and will be floating for half the life.
A pair of eyes that are as tender as autumn water are quietly looking at Chu Jin'an through the rain.
There seems to be too much to talk about.
It's weird that she doesn't even know her.
"You know me?" Chu Jin'an asked.
