MTL - The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me-Chapter 928 Old things in the Republic of China: Even if you are indifferent, you are also romantic 24

  Chapter 928 Old things of the Republic of China: Even if it is indifferent, it is also romantic 24

  She took off her sunglasses: "Doctor Liang? I heard Jin'an mentioned you, can I buy you a cup of tea?"

  Liang Shangjun paused for a moment, then smiled slightly: "Okay."

  He was on the night shift tonight and took two quarters of an hour. When he returned, it happened that Chu Jin'an got off work.

   "Be careful on the road." Liang Shangjun said in a good mood.

   "Goodbye, Doctor Liang." Chu Jin'an watched him go out with Tang Hanting, and wanted to remind him, but felt that Liang Shangjun had a sense of propriety, so he gave up.

  It was already night, Liang Shangjun returned to the department alone, sat on the office chair, looked up at the moon.

   Bowing his head, he took out an old photo in his wallet. The photo showed three people. He looked at it for a moment and rubbed his fingertips carefully.

   It's easy to recognize, the one with the coldest face is Ah Heng, next to him, and another young man with a blurred face.

   "Zhong Xing, good and evil will be rewarded in the end, your death will not be in vain." He murmured, "We are all investigating, but Ah Heng seems to be..."

  He remembered drinking tea that day, and there was a light in his eyes.

  Suddenly thought of an event four years ago.

  At that time, he was seeking medical treatment overseas, but he received Fu Rongheng's personal letter.

   Only ask him to take care of one person.

   To be precise, it's not a request, but a must!

  Fu Rongheng's temperament is cold and alienated, and he cherishes words like gold.

  They seldom communicated in these years. Once they communicated, it was a major national event. This was the first time Liang Shangjun heard Fu Rongheng mention someone else in his letter.

  Later, Liang Shangjun saw the person mentioned in the letter at school, with bright eyes and white teeth, picturesque eyebrows, surname Chu and name Jin'an.

  There are many talented people in the world, and it is someone who paved the way for her to make Chu Jinan go abroad smoothly.

  Even if separated by thousands of miles, across half the coast.

  On a cruise ship returning to China in the early spring of March, Liang Shangjun and Chu Jin'an met by chance. It seemed accidental, but it was actually an arrangement.

  His wings are impenetrable in troubled times.

  Even—Since she was young, she has devoted all her efforts to cultivating her.

   Few people know that the young Fourth Master Fu is very different from today.

  Frail and sick, lingering on the couch, a bowl of traditional Chinese medicine, more than thirteen years.

  He is sick and weak, and wears Buddhist beads on his wrists. He is the most scheming man. He has supported half of the country during his illness. The only thing that remains unchanged is his ruthlessness for several years.

  Liang Shangjun first met Chu Jin'an, and it was a letter from his family ten years ago, when they were still in the military academy, it could be said that the war continued for three months, and the family letter was worth ten thousand gold.

  Everyone is looking forward to a letter, but the Fu family never sends a letter, and Fu Rongheng never writes back a letter. Even if a letter comes occasionally, signed by Chu, he never takes a second look, and throws it lightly, so lightly to death.

   "Sad spring and sad autumn, what to look at."

   This is Fu Rongheng's only answer here.

   It is indeed surprising, but when you think of the family style of the Fu family, the warlord of Beicheng, one post at five steps, one post at ten steps, rules first, strict and cold-blooded, you will feel it should be taken for granted.

  Until one day, on a snowy winter night, a young and immature girl took the train alone, came to a strange city for two days and one night, and stumbled to the military academy!

  He was shivering from the cold, dirty like a stray cat, only his eyes were black and penetrating.

   Just as Liang Shangjun was going out to the military academy, the girl's fingers mustered up the courage to grab his sleeve, and said in a trembling, soft and green voice.

  She came to Fu Rongheng.

   That was the military academy that Liang Shangjun led her to.

  The young people were unusually silent along the way, vigilant as if they would escape at any moment, and kept staring at the scene that they had never seen before.

  It wasn't until seeing Fu Rongheng that the sensitive and tense nerves relaxed at a certain moment, as if he had found a familiar and solid sense of security.

  That was also the first time Liang Shangjun saw Fu Rongheng's gloomy expression.

   That day, late at night, half of the lights were still on.

  The young Fourth Master Fu trained people to cry, and the hoarse coughing sound continued, and the depressive tone still overflowed the throat, and the disease was not healed.

  Severe reprimands and another broken cry constituted the only color that night.

   "I wrote you many letters, but you don't reply to my letters... I'm afraid something will happen to you, I haven't seen you for a long time..."

  Chu Jin'an choked up and said.

   "Does your family know you're coming?"

   She shakes her head.

   "The train station is full of dead bodies. If someone plots against you, do you have the ability to protect yourself?"

  She still shook her head.

   "I have been away from Beicheng for less than a year, and I have completely forgotten all the rules I taught you!"

   At the end, the hoarse and low-magnet voice came to a conclusion, and the overly gloomy tone made people intimidated: "Are you looking for death, Chu Jin'an!"

  She was trembling, exhausted, and frightened. She wanted to hug him to warm up: "But I miss you, fourth brother..."

  For people like Fu Rongheng, what Chu Jin'an did back then was never a surprise at any time, but the trouble of making decisions without authorization and the consequences that need to be borne.

  He pushed her away and told her to stand up straight and not cry.

  Finally, he calmly asked: "Are you planning to let your parents with white hair send a black-haired person?"

  Fu Rongheng's face showed no expression under the light, its edges and corners were cold, and his character was straight. He coughed word by word and stabbed at Chu Jin'an's body.

   is a forced question and an answer.

  She was confused and confused, unable to bear it, she stared at him blankly, and grabbed his sleeve in a daze.

  He asked her to call her family to report her safety.

   She didn't dare, escaped, and hid behind him.

  He said yes, if you don’t call, let them worry about you all the time.

   Guilt overwhelmed Chu Jin'an, and after the phone call, she faced her parents who were panicked and frightened because of her willful disappearance.

  She really realized her mistake, how absurd.

Until the phone was hung up, her small face was pale without a trace of blood, her eyelashes were trembling, she looked at the expressionless person in front of her anxiously, she didn't even dare to breathe, she was cautious, her voice trembled, and her tears were like broken pearls .

   "I made a mistake, brother four, don't be angry, I'm sorry..."

   "You don't need to apologize to me. This time it was my fault. It is my responsibility to let you come to the military academy alone."

  Fu Rongheng's complexion slowly softened, he leaned over to look at her, raised his finger to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, the outline was against the light, it was unexpectedly gentle like never before.

  The voice was hoarse but clear, which made her remember it for a lifetime and imprinted it in her heart.

   "Fourth brother wants you to remember that people must bear the consequences of their choices."

   "I am honored that you came to see me, but there will be no next time."

  Fu Rongheng taught people the method of killing people without blood, but stabbing people's hearts with knives and knives. They are not kind and merciless until they learn it.

  That night, he punished her to stand for half the night, regardless of how the girl pleaded, but she remained indifferent.

   But he was also the one who had someone prepare a change of clothes, let her sleep in his place, cooked soup for half an hour in the kitchen alone in the middle of the night, and squeezed her chin to feed her.

   It was he who put down the busy and heavy military affairs at hand, took the train with her for two days and one night with his sick bones and bones, and sent her home.

   Recently, I am editing the article, and the update will be less. I try to write as much as possible. The finale is a bit difficult. I dare to resume the update after saving some manuscripts, but I find that the saved manuscripts seem to be unable to keep up with the update speed, and my body is not very supportive.

For this version of the Republic of China, there are three different versions of the first 15,000 words alone. After finishing the revision, this version was finally selected. I hope it can show a good state. Thank you friends who follow the book, yours Support and encouragement are the motivation for me to write down.

   I wrote it seriously, you guys have fun, I love you, okay.

  (end of this chapter)