City of Streamer

There was a heavy rain in early autumn, and the gray cumulus clouds above the head receded, revealing a bright blue sky.

Feng Shizhen sat in the bright small side hall of the Rong family, burying his head in solving math problems.

The servants of the Rong family walked up and down the aisle on the side, the spring door of the kitchen opened and closed back and forth, creaking. The strong aroma of the food was brought over and got into Feng Shizhen's nose.

It was almost noon at this time, and Feng Shizhen, who had only had a bowl of gruel in the morning, couldn't control the drumming in his stomach.

There was a clatter, and the cook yelled at the errands: "Nong is a little red guy, the eldest lady is allergic to sea fish. Nong peels the shrimp shells and then comes to mix salads. Are you going to kill people?"

The clerk hurriedly ran across the aisle, stood at the door of the kitchen and shouted, "Young master won't come down for lunch, let me send you a bowl of fresh shrimp wontons and an extra spoonful of chili."

"My wife is at home, why don't you come down to eat?" an old lady aunt said loudly, "My wife is busy interviewing the governess for the eldest young master, so he should come down and have a look."

"I just came back from Chongqing, and I'm not used to the local dishes."

"I think I just don't want to eat at the same table with my wife."

"So what? It's always going to study abroad anyway..."

"So nosy, what work are you still doing here, go to join the police arrest team in the patrol room!" The middle-aged butler came over and scolded, and the chatter in the kitchen immediately dropped.

The steward turned his head and entered the side hall, and said to Feng Shizhen, "Miss Feng, my wife invites you to the study."

Feng Shizhen put away the papers and followed the steward through the magnificent front hall of the Rong family. I saw the door of the study opened, and a woman in a dark blue shirt and skirt came out in a hurry, without looking at anyone else, hugged the schoolbag in her arms, and walked away without looking back.

This is the young lady who interviewed the tutor before Feng Shizhen, and she obviously lost the election.

Hire a tutor for the young masters and young ladies, but he is so selective, and he has to take a paper test. Feng Shizhen saw it for the first time. The style of the Rong family is really the first in Shanghai.

The steward knocked on the door of the study, and there was actually a male voice in agreement.

The Rong family's study is quite large, with tall bookcases on three sides, and a large floor-to-ceiling window facing the lawn behind.

A beautiful woman in her thirties was sitting on a high-back sofa, slowly sipping black tea. Behind the large red oak desk, sat a man in a gray gown.

The man was only in his twenties, and he was handsome and elegant, but he was stern. He swept Feng Shizhen up and down through his gold-rimmed glasses, then lowered his head and began to look at the papers she had prepared. Mrs. Rong had her fashionable short curly hair permed and wore a narrow cheongsam with dark purple and gold accents. The hem was half an inch shorter in time, revealing her slender, snow-white ankles.

Feng Shizhen stood by the coffee table and respectfully greeted Mrs. Rong.

A young woman in her early twenties, tall, with a straight back, her body was covered up and down, and she didn't wear any jewelry. Feng Shizhen had a soft and kind oval face, unretouched eyebrows and elegant eyes, and porcelain-white skin that was so clean that it made people jealous. A long black thick hair was tied into a twist plait, and it was tucked behind his head, and he was wearing a wide-body cheongsam with a bamboo-blue woven bamboo leaf pattern, which was just right. She stood there slenderly, and the fragrance of the grass after the rain came to her face.

"Miss Feng, please take a seat." Mrs. Rong was still polite, and greeted her servant to pour tea for Feng Shizhen, "I see you have Mr. Pei Dongren's recommendation letter, but Mr. Pei's disciple?"

Feng Shizhen said modestly: "I didn't have the honor to be accepted by the old gentleman. I just followed my senior brothers and sisters to listen to the old gentleman's lectures and helped organize the book collection. My sister likes our juniors to be lively and often invites us over for tea."

Mrs. Rong nodded, "Lao Pei is highly respected and a leader in the literary world. Although our Rong family is a stinky businessman, we also respect him very much. Where does Miss Feng live and what do your parents do?"

Feng Shizhen said: "My family was originally in Wenchunli, Hongkou. My father opened a Chinese and Western pharmacy, but it closed down a while ago. After graduating from university, I have been teaching English, French and mathematics in the women's cram school in Muertang. Later, I taught night-shift mathematics in the cram school run by Tongwen College. I have taught from elementary school to middle school. Even in college courses, I can also tutor one or two.”

Feng Shizhen said something, and Mrs. Rong nodded. Feng Shizhen spoke in an orderly manner, with a little Jinling accent, which made Mrs. Rong, whose natal family is Nanjing, not feel friendly, and watched Feng Shizhen's eyes gradually soften.

At this time, the man finally finished reading the paper and handed it to Mrs. Rong. Mrs. Rong glanced at it and immediately showed a satisfied smile.

"As expected of a top student at Jinling Women's University, all points are full marks!" Mrs. Rong said, "Xiucheng said that he specially picked problems from foreign university textbooks, and several female teachers who had applied for jobs before could not answer them. Miss Feng Still the first to do it all right.”

Feng Shizhen showed a shy smile and lowered his head, "You are too rewarding."

Mrs. Rong put down the test paper, looked at the innocent young girl in front of her, and said, "Ms. Feng should not know the situation of our family. The eldest young master has been studying in the military academy in Chongqing until he came back last month. The child was delayed in studying in Chongqing. , the grades are not enough to go to university. The eldest young lady is sixteen this year, and the second young lady is half a year younger than her. She wants to enter the Chinese and Western girls' school and needs to learn English. The following children are still young and do not need to be taught for the time being. "

Feng Shizhen said: "Madam, don't worry, I have tutored middle school students with their homework when I was studying, and I have been taking classes in cram schools for several years, especially good at preparing for exams."

Mrs. Rong nodded, "The other children in the family are fine, but the eldest young master needs more effort from you. He misses more classes. I'm worried that you're not a few years older than him, and I'm afraid that he won't accept your discipline. "

Feng Shizhen smiled lightly and said, "I have also taught male students who took university entrance exams. If they put on the air of being a gentleman, they would still be able to control them a little bit."

Mrs. Rong said: "Then it's settled. You will get 20 yuan per month. If you teach well, I will give you an increase. If the eldest young master can successfully enter the university next year, there will be a reward. When is it convenient for Miss Feng? move in?"

Feng Shizhen breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately smiled, with a simple and bright face, "I still need to go home and report to my parents, how about the day after tomorrow?"

Mrs. Rong agreed, and paid Feng Shizhen's salary of ten yuan in advance on the spot, called the old mother to make a tailor-made uniform for her, and left Feng Shizhen to have lunch before leaving.

Feng Shizhen politely refused. Mrs. Rong asked the servant to call a rickshaw at the intersection and sent Feng Shizhen away.

Yang Xiucheng flipped through the paper sheet on the table and said to Mrs. Rong, "Auntie, there are five more people here, do you still have an appointment?"

"No." Mrs. Rong leaned back on the sofa lazily, recalling Feng Shizhen's innocent, shy and pretending to be calm, and couldn't help sneering, "It's her. Knowing books, being fair and clean, it's not that person's favorite mouth. What? Even if you can't get a condom, it's enough to resist the Sun family for a while. Don't think that when you are pregnant, your brother has become a comprador, and you want to climb up and be a flat wife!"

Yang Xiucheng rubbed the remaining qualification sheets one by one, threw them into the ashtray, and struck a match to light them.

"Cousin read Wu Zetian's story?"

"I know what you're worried about." Mrs. Rong hummed, "If my Jia Xin was still alive, I'd be taller than me. I also have a son. It's his father who didn't keep him..."

Speaking of her own son who died early, Mrs. Rong felt a pain in her heart and turned her face away with choked up.

Yang Xiucheng pretended not to see Mercury in the corner of her eye, and pulled the bell to call someone to clean up the ashes on the table.

The old mother pushed open the door, and a gust of wind came in, carrying the ashes in the ashtray, like a black butterfly spreading its wings, flying to the unknown world outside the door. #####

Tutor two

The rickshaw took Feng Shizhen to the front of the old city. The Rong family paid the fare in advance, but Feng Shizhen still threw a dime to the driver.

There are half-old Shikumen houses in the alleys, crowded like an ant's nest. The aisle was pulling ropes, drying sheets and children's diapers, dripping water droplets, and a sour smell of excrement and fermented garbage floating in the air.

A group of half-aged children played football in the stinky puddles on the side of the road, making them all covered in muddy water. When the mother ran out holding the spatula and cursed, she twisted her ears and dragged the child back.

Before Feng Shizhen entered the courtyard, he saw a fierce quarrel coming from inside.

Widow Zhang's hoarse voice is particularly clear.

"Qingtian bullies me, an old widow, and you have no shame? You don't even leave me this bit of sauce, are you trying to kill me? What's so great about the doctors, isn't it burning a white background, come and talk to me? Let's squeeze into the pavilion. Give your old man some virtue, bully the widow and you will be struck by lightning."

"No... Obviously you brought it down yourself..."

Feng Shizhen keenly caught the cry of his mother's grievances and grievances, his blood rushed to his forehead and strode in.

A group of mother-in-law surrounded the yard, pointing and pointing. Feng Shizhen separated the crowd with one hand, and saw Widow Zhang holding on to Mrs. Feng's hand. Mrs. Feng's pale face flushed red, and she couldn't stop wiping tears.

"Let go!" Feng Shizhen roared, rushed over like an eagle, pushed Widow Zhang to a stagger, and protected his mother behind him.

The crowd of onlookers was in an uproar, apparently seeing the battle situation getting more intense and more interesting.

"Mom, what's the matter?" Feng Shizhen took out the handkerchief and wiped his mother's face, his voice suddenly raised, "Did she hit you in the face?"

Mrs. Feng is a frail and thin woman. She usually speaks in a soft voice, but at this moment, she is ashamed and angry, and her voice trembles softly.

"I saw the sun was good, so I was drying the quilt in the yard. She... She said that our quilt covered the sun and blocked the sauce she was drying, so she lifted the quilt. The quilt just knocked over her sauce..."

There was a sticky piece of hot sauce on the ground, but the quilt was snatched by Mrs. Feng and held in her arms. The snow-white sheet was stained with the boss's sauce.

At this time, Widow Zhang reorganized her prestige and returned to the battle circle, and a tiger rushed to catch Feng Shizhen.

Feng Shizhen pushed Mrs. Feng away with a backhand, dodged nimbly, and slapped Widow Zhang in the face with a slap.

"This slap is yours!"

Widow Zhang was slapped in the face unexpectedly, and stepped on her own sauce, without even touching Feng Shizhen's hair, she slammed her feet into the sky again.

The neighbors who watched the excitement burst into laughter and applauded. Widow Zhang has been rampant in the neighborhood for a long time, and seeing her shriveled today makes me feel extremely happy.

Widow Zhang fell so hard that she couldn't get up for a while, so she just lay on the ground with her legs kicked and cried and yelled, "I killed someone! I killed someone! Go and call the patrol room!"

Feng Shizhen sneered, "If you kill someone, you have to have a corpse lying around. You'd better die immediately, so that the people in the patrol room don't go to waste!"

Widow Zhang did not expect that the gentle Miss Feng not only beats people so hard, but also swears so poisonously. She was stunned for a while before she reacted, and shouted hysterically, "Kick the widow's gate! Kick the widow's gate! A little girl dares to slap me in the face, and even curse me to death, everyone is here to judge, this world is still How can people live!"

Feng Shizhen stopped himself, and everyone looked like a gentle female teacher. This was the first time the neighbors saw her get angry and talk ruthlessly, and they were all startled, and their eyes changed completely.

An old woman who likes to take care of things came forward and rebuked Feng Shizhen: "You are a junior, it is wrong to beat the elders, not to mention that they are widows..."

Feng Shizhen contradicted back with a sullen face, "The wicked always sue first. I overturned the sauce, what's the matter with our family? The old widow is amazing, everyone should let you. Your man is not for us to die. of!"

Scolding the widow Kefu is in the middle of the red heart, and Widow Zhang cried, shaking her socks and slippers, "If you read a book, you will bully others. How can the auntie's family be so vicious?"

Mrs. Feng was so angry that she wanted to reason, Feng Shizhen held her back and scolded her back loudly: "You are an old and disrespectful mother-in-law, because our family is poor and hurt, so you are bullied. I used to steal the dried fish and pickles from my house and caught them. If you still don’t accept the account, we will pour water on the door of our house! I saw you as an old widow and tolerated you for three points. You have to take an inch, and you dare to beat my mother! I put my words here today, our Feng family has nothing now, The old, the weak, the sick and the disabled, but not afraid. If you push hard, we will die. If you touch my family's hair again, I will chop off your arm; if you throw a piece of garbage at my door, I will burn you. The house! I, Feng Shizhen, relying on my youth, I have more breath than you, and I have the time to fight with you to the end!"

The hatred and determination in Feng Shizhen's eyes burned like fire, and Widow Zhang was shocked and was speechless for a while.

Feng Shizhen glanced coldly at the crowd, and the crowd retreated. She pulled Mrs. Feng, pushed aside the crowd and walked into the building.

There was a discussion behind it. Widow Zhang angrily muttered: "Looking at Doswen, he is so fierce, I don't know where to read the book."

Feng Shizhen turned back, stood on the stairs and shouted sternly: "If you read a book, you deserve to be bullied and can't talk back? What does a scholar owe you? If so, I'd rather be treated as a shrew. If I let it go today, whoever dares to bully my family in the future, I will definitely get it back a hundredfold!"

She took Mrs. Feng back to the house and slammed the door.

The small courtyard of Shikumen was silent, and everyone dispersed in a dreadful manner.

After entering the room, Feng Shizhen fell into the rattan chair, and then began to gasp for breath.

Mrs. Feng poured her a cup of herbal tea and sat on the side to remove the quilt. Feng Shizhen poured a whole cup of tea down his stomach, and finally let out a sigh of relief, holding his forehead and laughing in a low voice.

She is a serious university graduate and a respected teaching lady. Even if her life is not as good as the day, she still maintains a dignified and graceful appearance in front of people. If she hadn't vented it out today, she wouldn't know how tired she was pretending to be these days.

Feng Shizhen suddenly regretted that there was no wine at home, otherwise he could have a drink.

The Feng family originally opened a Chinese and Western pharmacy in Hongkou District. The shop was not small. It took care of four or five employees, two receptionists, and a cashier. Mr. Feng himself could see some minor illnesses. The Feng family's income is good, not only can they afford their daughter to go to university in Nanjing, but also their son to study abroad.

It is a pity that a fire broke out in the middle of the night in the lane, burning down most of the street, and the Feng family, along with the upstairs house, burned to the ground. In order to rob a few rare editions of medical skills, Mr. Feng was smashed by the beam and broke his leg, causing serious burns. In order to treat my father's illness, the family's savings were spent. Now they live in a three-room house on the second floor of Shikumen, and rent the room facing the outside to an old mother who is a part-time worker with her son.

Mrs. Feng sighed, "Most of the neighbors are good people. I'm afraid everyone will think you're too aggressive if you make trouble like this."

"Mom," Feng Shizhen said, "in this world, good people can't do it. If you don't make a fuss, let people know that we are not easy to bully, otherwise it's either Widow Zhang or Widow Li, there will always be someone who will do it for you. Who is patient with you stealing? As soon as I give you vegetables, I'll pick you a green onion and pull it around every day? Of course, it's a one-time settlement to save trouble. People have to follow the local customs. When the situation improves in the future, we will move out and live in a better place. At that time, you will It's not too late for my daughter to pretend to be a lady."

Mrs. Feng is a kind-hearted, soft-hearted, and good-natured person. After an accident at home, her daughter takes care of everything outside, and she can only listen to her daughter.

The father's hoarse cough came from the north-facing room. Only then did Feng Shizhen notice the burning smell of opium ointment remaining in the air. Another burst of anger rushed into her heart, and she said to Mrs. Feng, "Why did my mother buy a big cigarette for Daddy again? He was already injured, and it's not good for him to smoke it again!"

Mrs. Feng rubbed her hands in confusion, "Your father said he was in severe pain, what can I do? At least he can sleep well after smoking."

"Didn't you take painkillers from Western medicine before?" Feng Shizhen said, "Dr. Li also said that Dad's injury is much better now, and it shouldn't be so painful. I'm afraid Dad is dependent on drugs. Mommy , we should help Dad quit."

Mrs. Feng lowered her head and said nothing.

Feng Shizhen was helpless, handed over the ten dollars that the calm family got, and said solemnly: "This is half of the salary. Mom keeps it for the family."

Mrs. Feng pushed the money back, "two of your father's old friends came to visit in the morning, they brought some medicine, and they forcibly put 50 yuan on me. You keep this money for yourself, you live in the owner, you will inevitably need money to manage it. people."

"I'm a poor governess, so what if I don't manage?" Feng Shizhen put the money back, "Stop buying cigarettes for Daddy. I know you feel bad, but you're hurting him!"

Mrs. Feng had to accept the money and said, "I received a telegram from your brother this morning, saying that he has already boarded the boat and will arrive in a month and a half."

Feng Shizhen was worried, "In the end, he took a leave of absence from school. When he comes back, he doesn't know when he will have the opportunity to go back again in the future."

However, Mrs. Feng thought that her son was worried, and said happily: "As our family is together, we will not be afraid of anything. With your brother, everything will be fine. In this family, it is impossible to have a man who is the backbone. If With your brother here, we won't fall into being neighbors with that bitch."

Feng Shizhen has been running around for several months, treating his father's illness, looking for a house to move, and earning money part-time, supporting the entire family with one hand. But in the mouth of his mother, he is still no better than his brother who has not done anything in the sky. She felt sour and aggrieved, and did not speak for a while.

Mrs. Feng couldn't stop talking about her son. While washing the sheets, she said, "Your brother is a top student in medical university. Even if he doesn't graduate, it's not difficult to find a job in the hospital clinic. We can move from here. Go. Oh, are your new owners kind?"

"It's alright." Feng Shizhen's interest waned, "Mom, what else is there to eat?"

When Mrs. Feng heard that her daughter hadn't eaten lunch, she hurriedly wiped her hands and put it under her.

Feng Shizhen went to the inner room and changed the gauze for his father. Mr. Feng woke up vaguely and called out subconsciously, "Sehun..."

Feng Shizhen leaned into his ear, "Brother is on his way back."

Mr. Feng saw that it was his daughter, and he couldn't hide his disappointment, "Why don't you leave?"

Where to go? Did you leave your injured parents behind?

Feng Shizhen smiled bitterly.

"Daddy picked me up, remember?" Feng Shizhen put his face on the back of his father's only intact hand, looking far away, "I didn't drown in that river back then, how could I be defeated by this difficulty now? ?" #####

Tutor three

In the evening, the sun slanted westward, making the house very hot.

The well water had been in the sun for an afternoon, and the tentacles were warm. Feng Shizhen closed the door, took off his dress, wiped his body with a wet handkerchief, and washed his hair.

In the mottled glass mirror, the young woman's body is white and lustrous, her waist is slender, and her **** are like plum petals falling from the snow. The soft and hazy light in the room is like a master's brush, which outlines the graceful and undulating lines of the body. The woman in the mirror is like an oil painting, but also like a reflection in the mirror, exuding temptation that is both illusory and real.

What destroyed this beautiful scene was a scar on the woman's back that ran across her waist. The scar is long and slender, and a discerning person can see that it is a sharp weapon injury, but it is some years old and the color is already very light.

This is when Feng Shizhen was three years old. Her mother took her and her young son out and met a strong man. The younger brother was missing, and Feng Shizhen was slashed from behind while diving to escape.

Feng Shizhen was lucky. In order to protect her and escape, her mother had her throat cut by the gangster in front of her and died on the spot.

Feng Shizhen had a great fate, grabbed a piece of wood, and was sent to the bridge by the water waves. The Feng family returned to their hometown to worship their ancestors, got out of the car, washed their hands and drank the horses at the bridge, and rescued Feng Shizhen.

At that time, the youngest daughter of the Feng family died of dysentery soon, and Mrs. Feng just thought that God had sent her another daughter. The little girl who couldn't even remember her name became Feng Shizhen, and lived a good life in Feng's family for 20 years, until a fire came.

Feng Shizhen stared at himself in the mirror coldly, remembering that Mrs. Rong looked at her like a trafficker in the daytime, and couldn't help laughing. She dried her hair and tied it up. She dug out a half-worn light-blue linen shirt and pearl-white dress from the box, tied a wide belt, and tucked a book under her arm. She greeted her mother, Fang Fang went out the door.

Widow Zhang had fought in the daytime. At this moment, the neighbors looked at Feng Shizhen with a bit of fear and curiosity, as if they had discovered a hidden martial arts master.

Feng Shizhen wore her signature gentle and well-behaved smile, as if nothing had happened, and walked calmly under the eyes of the neighbors.

She walked out of the lane, hired a rickshaw, and said, "Go to Xincheng."

"New Metropolis" is a dance venue that only opened at the beginning of the year. It occupies a three-story building on Xiafei Road. The neon signboards are so shining that they can be seen from ten miles away, which is very stylish. Since the opening of the new city, the new city has been full of guests every night, and the generous guests have made several dancers and singers popular.

On the first floor here is a billiard room, which provides small gambling and sells drinks and western food. The second floor is the dance hall. The third floor is a row of boxes for members to organize their own games.

Feng Shizhen went straight to the third floor. Several men standing at the entrance of the stairs turned their heads one after another. A tall man in a camel suit and a peaked cap strode over and said in a low voice, "Miss Feng, the seventh master has a guest, you have to wait a moment."

Feng Shizhen nodded, then turned back downstairs. Walking to the ballroom on the second floor, the glass door just opened, and loud music poured out. Inside, the lanterns swayed, the silhouettes of people were long, men and women hugged each other and danced a cheerful waltz to the beat.

A girl in a dark red off-shoulder dress pulled a male guest and ran over jokingly. Feng Shizhen gave in a step, but the girl in red saw her and greeted her enthusiastically, "Shizhen!"

The half-drunk guest saw a tall and fair-skinned woman, and became interested, "Who is this?"

"It's not what you can think of!" Little Baoli sneered and pushed the male guest into the outstretched arm of a dancing girl next to him, sent him away, and came over and grabbed Feng Shizhen's hand.

"I haven't seen you in a while. Is your father's injury better?"

"It's getting better, thank you for the Western medicine you introduced." Feng Shizhen held Xiao Baoli's hand affectionately, "When did you come back? The man who pestered you last time was sent away?"

"Seventh Master came forward, frightened him, and ran away." Little Baoli stretched out her hand painted with bright red nail polish and brushed her thick curly hair, "These days, there is no **** person in Shanghai. Man, you will not come to the new city every day."

Little Baoli dragged Feng Shizhen into the ballroom, sat in the dark on the side of the bar, and ordered two cocktails.

Feng Shizhen said, "I think that Western doctor Dr. Li likes you very much, saying that you have the air of a hero in all corners of the world."

"Guests like it, just like this cocktail. A little bit of wine, mixed with most of the sugar water, the colorful ones are pretty good-looking, but they can only be drunk as a drink. It can neither satisfy hunger nor relieve anxiety." Little Baoli turned Cocktail glass, heavy makeup and bright face, you can also see the tender outline of the girl. She showed Feng Shizhen a kerosene drill in her hand, "I just received it, does it look good? It's Xiao Kai who is an import and export trader, and he is very generous."

Feng Shizhen took her hand and looked at it carefully. He estimated that although this diamond ring was not big, it would cost thousands of dollars to buy a Ford car. That small opening is really big.

"You have saved a lot of money, so you never thought about washing your hands and going ashore?"

Little Baoli lit a cigarette and said lightly, "The expenses are too big, and I'll have to come down after a while."

Amid the chaotic lights and cigarette smoke, the girl's face was heavily shadowed and looked a bit thin and haggard.

Feng Shizhen frowned and persuaded: "If you have to be cruel, what can't you quit?"

"Then did your father quit?" Little Baoli asked back.

Feng Shizhen was at a loss for words, panicked in his heart, and drank the wine in the glass with his head up.

They just finished drinking here, and the waiter brought two more glasses and said, "The gentleman at table nine ordered it for two."

Feng Shizhen sneered, got up and said, "I'd better go up and wait for the seventh master."

"Don't worry." Little Baoli pulled her with a smile, "Oh, look over there!"

Feng Shizhen looked sideways and saw a tall and strong young man walking in at the door of the ballroom, with a flat head, thick eyebrows and big eyes, very handsome. Feng Shizhen has seen a lot of this kind of rich family who is pampered at first sight, and he doesn't take it seriously.

Just as she was about to turn around, a young man in white walked into the ballroom behind the flat-headed young man.

The house was full of colorful lights, and the white shadow was dazzling. Feng Shizhen was stunned, and suddenly forgot what he was going to do next.

The young man in white was as tall as his companions, but he was thinner. White clothes and black trousers, the belt stretched out his thin waist. With stiff shoulders and a posture like a poplar in the wind, he has an indescribable aura of shrewdness and toughness that is extremely rare among the children of rich families.

"Tsk tsk!" Little Baoli's soft arms wrapped around Feng Shizhen's waist, her chin rested on her shoulders, and looked over there with her, "How can I see such a clean young man here. Such a good face, It's like a newcomer to the city."

As soon as the young man in white walked into the ballroom, he attracted most of his attention. His face was tense, as if he just glanced at Feng Shizhen and the others unintentionally.

Sword eyebrows and star eyes, pupils are like ink, and his eyes are like a stream of cold and clear snow flowing past.

"So handsome, so clean." Little Baoli lazily sighed, "This is a real noble boy. Dancing with such a person is boring. If you can fall in love with him, it will be worthwhile."

Isn't it? I don't know what a good family it is to raise such a beautiful person.

The young man in white was dragged into the dance floor by his companions, and he was immediately surrounded by enthusiastic dancers. Compared to his unrestrained companion, the young man in white was obviously a little bit resistant to such a scene. The flickering lights and the flamboyant dancers couldn't make his eyes widen. He stood arrogantly and indifferently, with a straight body, silently resisting everything around him, refusing to integrate into this intoxicated environment.

Looking at the young man's cold and handsome face, Feng Shizhen couldn't help showing a gentle smile.

If her family hadn't gone bankrupt and her parents hadn't been injured, she might have been able to fall in love with such a handsome and clean young man in a white shirt. They would also hold hands and go to the tea dance held by their classmates, dancing and kissing under the hazy moonlight and flowing lanterns.

Before the girl's dream could come true, it was burnt to nothing. It is only at this moment when the lanterns are shining and the string music is melodious that I pick it up again and keep it for a short while.

"Miss Feng." The bodyguard came to the ballroom, "Seventh Master wants to see you."

Feng Shizhen instantly returned from dream to reality, as if he fell to the ground from mid-air and woke up after falling. She quickly packed up her emotions, stopped caring about him, and left the ballroom with the bodyguard. #####

Tutor Four

The third floor was covered with a scarlet carpet, and there was no sound when people walked on it. The sound of singing and dancing downstairs was also blocked by a heavy oak door, and the aisle was so quiet that the breathing of others could be heard clearly.

The bodyguard led Feng Shizhen to a golden gate at the end of the corridor. A beautiful girl in a green silk shirt and trousers opened the door and invited Feng Shizhen to enter.

The room is furnished with solemn mahogany furniture, and the crystal lights above the head are shining brightly. On the gramophone, the turntable turned slowly, and there was a love song by a foreigner female singer. The song is tactful and the voice is hoarse, which makes people feel lazy and want to sit on the soft sofa and can't get up.

A tall man was sitting in a rocking chair, looking out the window at the neon lights hanging by the merchants across the road. He was dressed in a dark silver-gray western silk gown. His neat short hair and chiseled profile were all lined with gold by the lights.

Feng Shizhen walked over quietly, took a cigar from the wooden box, cut it, handed it to the man, and struck a cedar match. The man glanced at her, took a cigar, turned his head and took two puffs on the fire in Feng Shizhen's hand.

Feng Shizhen put out the match, went to the coffee table and poured a glass of Scotch whisky, added ice, and brought it over.

Meng Xian took the wine, with a private smile in his eyes, looked at Feng Shizhen, "How?"

Feng Shizhen raised his eyebrows and chuckled, "Of course it's done. I'll move into Rong's house the day after tomorrow."

"Huang is so picky, how did you get her eyes?"

Feng Shizhen said calmly: "I heard that the second concubine of the Rong family has been a favorite for many years. She was recently pregnant, and her brother became a foreigner's comprador. It is said that the second concubine was a female student, and the family was too poor to be a concubine for Rong Dingkun. When Mrs. Rong chooses a tutor, she is clearly choosing a new concubine. I dress simple and have real knowledge, so I'm not afraid that she won't choose me. "

Meng Xian exhaled a cigarette and laughed meaningfully.

"Have you seen Rong Dingkun?"

Feng Shizhen shook his head, "I was entertained by Mrs. Rong Huang, and an unknown man named Xiucheng or something."

"Yang Xiucheng." Meng Xuan said, "it's the cousin of Huang's family. After graduating from college, he worked with Rong Dingkun, but he was very talented. Rong Dingkun used him a lot, but he didn't trust him very much, and he did not delegate power to him. It's Mrs. Rong's errand, and she often goes in and out of Rong's house. You will meet him often when you enter Rong's house, so be careful."

Meng Xian shook the ash and stood up. He is tall and straight, with broad shoulders, standing in the back light and looking down, a masculine atmosphere unique to mature men blows towards him.

Feng Shizhen responded and tilted his head uncomfortably.

Meng Xian said again: "You have passed the first level, and you can understand some things. Go and fetch the folder on the cabinet. The contents are prepared for you."

Feng Shizhen followed suit. The folders contained several copies of the Rong family's information, but they were detailed. As big as the Rong family's business, the names of the heads of various departments, as small as the Rong family's respective birth dates, simple preferences, and the background of the Rong family's several stewards.

"With this, what else do you need me to do?" Feng Shizhen flipped through the documents and smiled. There are also detailed records of the beauty salon where Mrs. Rong does her hair, the fashion store where she makes clothes, and even a Western doctor who specializes in gynecology.

Meng Xian didn't mention it, but there must be other people in the Rong family. Otherwise, how could it be easy for others to inquire about the privacy of such a woman?

"I didn't let you go because of a few reports." Meng Xian sat down on the sofa with his long legs crossed, "As a governess, from the master's family to the gardener's mother, you can get in touch, but the least Eye-catching. I want you to be on standby at Rong's house and follow my instructions. "

Feng Shizhen looked through the information and saw that there were photos of Mrs. Rong and several children. The head of the family, Rong Dingkun, has the most photos. He cut the ribbon, and he attended the banquet. They were all well-dressed, tall and straight.

On the contrary, there is only a thin piece of paper in the folder of the eldest young master of the Rong family, not even a photo.

"Young Master Rong's family will rely on you to collect Zhang Luo in the future and fill it up." Meng Xu'an said, "Young Master Rong came from Rong Dingkun's wife, the Tang family. The Tang family was pretty good in the early years, but now It's also getting worse. The brothers-in-law have been relying on Rong Dingkun to help them. It's funny to say that. It is rumored that Rong Dingkun has a crush on his wife, saying that he only **** the air of his wife's parents. I have made my business bigger and bigger.”

"Young Master Rong was sent to the military academy at the age of twelve?" Feng Shizhen was a little surprised when he saw the record on the document. Still a child at this age.

"The eldest and second young masters of the Rong family were kidnapped when they were young, and only the eldest son was rescued. The uncle of the Huang family was still Zhang Dashuai's staff at the time, and the Huang family was crying all day, so Rong Dingkun had to keep the eldest son away. Sending him away is euphemistically called going to the military academy to hone in. This is a full nine years. Rong Jia only came back a few days ago, and has been living in a secluded place, and none of my people have taken a photo of him. "

Huang gave birth to a pair of twins by himself, his son was folded into the hands of the kidnappers, and he took the son born by his aunt to support him. Rong Dingkun also had two concubines and gave him three daughters.

Feng Shizhen made an estimate, and felt that Rong Dingkun was really a child. It is said that if people do evil, they will cut off their descendants. But Rong Dingkun did not receive this retribution.

Meng Xu'an shook the ice cubes in the wine glass, provoking a sarcastic smile, "In order to please his step-wife, even if his own son is left behind, how can others get his true feelings?"

He remembered something, frowned fiercely, and his eyes were a little fierce for a while.

Feng Shizhen pretended not to see it, remembered all the information in his mind, then lit a match and burned all the folders.

The girl in green walked over and opened the window. The cool wind of the early autumn night brought in the noise on the street outside, dispelling the dignified atmosphere in the house. Meng Xian drank the remaining wine in the glass and took a hard sip of the cigar.

"Shizhen, your first task is the eldest young master of the Rong family. He is Rong Dingkun's eldest son and the first heir. If Rong Dingkun has any weaknesses, it is probably the eldest son besides his own life. To gain the trust and favor of Rong Dashao, let him become your protector and link in the Rong family. Then, through him, give Rong Dingkun a fatal blow. Can you fulfill this requirement?"

"No problem." Feng Shizhen answered succinctly, "Then I'll take my leave."

Meng Xu'an gave her a deep look: "Really sure? I remember you didn't even talk about your boyfriend before. Do you know how to seduce a man?"

"It's up to people." Feng Shizhen pursed his lips stubbornly, "Seventh Master didn't go to those charming and charming women, but asked me to approach Rong Dashao. Naturally, you have your reasons. I believe Seventh Master's judgment, I must be better. The one that fits."

Meng Xian laughed lightly and asked again, "How do you plan to deal with Huang's thoughts?"

Feng Shizhen said disapprovingly: "I haven't reached an agreement with her. As long as she doesn't know what to say, I don't know anything. It's just that I have something to trouble the seventh master. I moved to the Rong's house, and no one took care of my parents. , worried about being bullied by the neighbors."

Meng Xian nodded, "I'll let someone take care of me."

Feng Shizhen thanked him and walked away neatly.

Feng Shizhen went to the second floor and met Xiao Baoli and the flat-headed young man in Bai Xiang.

Seeing Feng Shizhen, Xiao Baoli pushed the man aside and said, "I'm afraid you will leave first! I have a friend who brought back a box of rouge cream from the United States, and you have a copy. Mr. Wu, wait a moment. "

Saying that, he threw the man aside and ran towards the dressing room with his skirt in hand.

That young master Wu was not annoyed that he was left behind, and turned his head to look at Feng Shizhen.

Feng Shizhen dressed up and looked ordinary on weekdays, but at this moment in a group of bright purples and reds, he was as elegant as a light smoke after the rain. Nowadays, prostitutes are all fashionable to dress up as schoolgirls, all with blue shirts and black skirts and pretty short hair. Feng Shizhen had no male companion by his side, so Young Master Wu pretended she was a dancer, his gaze swept from her delicate face to her clear collarbone, and finally lingered on her slender waist for a while before whistling.

Feng Shizhen had been irritated by him before, and immediately rolled his eyes coldly, turned and walked towards the ballroom. Just as I entered the gate, a white shadow came towards me and hit the