City of Streamer

Chapter 17: sixth

If we belong to our Rong family, we are the members of our Rong family, and we should consider the interests of the Rong family first. It's not impossible to help your parents' family, but you must have a degree. The Huang family did help Dad get rich, but our Rong family never treated them badly. Over the years, the money given has been enough to support an army to participate in the Northern Expedition. It was the uncles of the Huang family who were not greedy enough to sit on empty paychecks. They also embezzled and accepted bribes, and now they are spying on secrets. The spy came in through the door of the Huang family. We allow a family to support a benefactor, but not a traitor. "

Mrs. Rong said in horror: "Didn't you say it's the Sun family, why did it become our Huang family..."

"You have to think clearly before you speak, madam." Rong Jiashang said coldly, "Are you from the Rong family or the Huang family!"

Mrs. Rong's face was pale, her body was trembling with anger, and she pointed at him and cursed: "You nemesis, you are here to beat me! You can kill your mother, kill your brother, you have to kill me. Be willing! You have to be a loner all your life, betray your relatives and leave, and you can't die!"

Rong Jiashang's face was instantly covered with a layer of frost, and there was no light in his eyes.

Yang Xiucheng was secretly shocked when he saw it, and hurriedly said: "Auntie, this is too much..."

"Where did I say something wrong?" Mrs. Rong waved him away hysterically, "If it wasn't for him, Xin'er wouldn't have been kidnapped at all! If it wasn't for him, Xin'er wouldn't have died! It was he who saved his life for himself. Let the kidnappers kill Xin'er! Look at him, he was carved in the same mold as his ruthless father, he doesn't care what kind of kinship, he can only see himself in his eyes!"

Yang Xiucheng asked, "Cousin, you are thinking too much..."

"It's hard to be a stepmother!" Mrs. Rong beat her chest and cried, "What kind of sin have I done? Marrying a husband is heartless, giving birth to a son and then dying. Rong Jia, your father is not dead yet, I This stepmother can't stay in this house any longer. When your father closes his eyes, you will be the first to sweep me out of the house!"

Rong Jia stood up expressionlessly, with a crisp voice: "Madam is too emotional, I'll wait for you to calm down before talking."

He turned and went upstairs.

Mrs. Rong scolded behind him: "You father and son are not good things! Rong Jia, you killed my son, you return my Xin'er! You owe me a life, what right do you have to show your strength in front of me? of?"

The sound of Rong Jia's footsteps going upstairs was so heavy that it could almost pierce the floor of the stairs. He went straight back to the room, slammed the door, and twirled around the room irritably, like an irritable and angry wolf, then swept all the things off the table, and then took off the one hanging on the wall. The photo frame of the family portrait was thrown on the floor.

The glass shattered and splattered everywhere.

Rong Jiashang stood in the mess, gasped angrily, and closed his eyes.

Feng Shizhen ran out the door and saw several old mothers stretching their necks to eavesdrop on Rong Jiashang's door. She deliberately stepped on her footsteps and walked over, and the old mothers backed away.

Feng Shizhen said: "I heard that Mr. Yang is here again today, and it seems that he has to ask someone to ask questions. What do you want to say to the eldest young master first?"

Who wants to be interrogated again? The old mothers were so frightened that they shook their heads and slid away along the side stairs.

Feng Shizhen waited until they were all gone before knocking on the door.

"Jia Shang," she whispered to the closed door, "I don't want to disturb you. But if you need someone to talk to, I'll be right outside the door."

After a while, the door opened.

Rong Jia had messy hair and stood in the door with red eyes. Behind him is a messy floor.

The ground was full of broken things. Feng Shizhen managed to find a place to stay. He looked up and saw the safe and sound airplane models. He couldn't help laughing: "You are not willing to smash all your models."

"For her?" Rong Jia hummed, "It's not worth it."

"Don't be angry." Feng Shizhen pulled Rong Jia's sleeve.

Rong Jiashang, like a dog on a leash, lowered his head and sat down meekly on the sofa.

"I baked this when I was at home, you can try it." Feng Shizhen opened a box of cookies he brought, "I read in an American medical journal that people add sugar when they are angry, It will calm the mood.”

"It's the first time I heard this statement." Rong Jiashang was amused, "It's no wonder you women love desserts, otherwise it's easy to lose your temper."

Feng Shizhen was not angry, so he grabbed a biscuit and stuffed it into his mouth.

The biscuits exuded a sweet milky fragrance, Rong Jia took a bite, and his face softened significantly.

"I don't want to quarrel with her." Rong Jiashang said tiredly, "but she hates me, and I blame her. The root of this knot is the death of the second brother. If the second brother can't come back to life, then the knot can't be Untie."

"I know." Feng Shizhen said, "Sometimes there is a sigh of relief in my heart, and it's really uncomfortable to go out."

Rong Jia was curious: "Have you quarreled with others?"

"Why not?" Feng Shizhen said, "After my family went bankrupt, I was bullied a lot. I was a woman dragging my old and sick parents. I was a little weaker, and I was swallowed up by this world to the point where I didn't even have any scum left."

Rong Jia smiled and said, "I'm used to the way you talk slowly and logically, but I can't imagine what your quarrel is like."

"No one wants to quarrel with others." Feng Shizhen said, "The wife has lost her son, and the husband—don't mind—the husband is indifferent, and she is lonely and miserable, but she can't just walk away like Sun Shaoqing. Others She can break free, she can't, she is a poor person."

Rong Jiashang sighed: "I know. I'll avoid her in the future."

Feng Shizhen got up and walked towards the door, then turned around and said, "She is wrong."

Rong Jia looked confused.

"She was wrong." Feng Shizhen said, "You are a loving and righteous person. You will love your family and shield them from the wind and rain with your shoulders. No matter which woman marries you in the future, no matter who is reborn as your child, she will very happy."

Rong Jia's eyes flickered, like melting snow in the spring. #####

forty nine

Mrs. Rong felt that her situation was over, so she got angry and called her illness, and pushed all the housekeeper's affairs out. The daily affairs are handled by the housekeepers, but next month, the eldest young master's birthday party cannot be hosted without someone.

The steward took advantage of Rong Dingkun's rare return home and went to ask for advice. Rong Dingkun was very troubled. He wanted to assign his aunt to do it, and thinking of Wang's petty family, I'm afraid he couldn't hold a grand banquet. It was Yang Xiucheng who suggested that Rong Fanglin try it.

"Fang Lin is already sixteen years old. In a few years, it will be time to get married. Now is the right time to learn to organize a family banquet. Besides, many famous and powerful people will come by then, which is a good opportunity for Fang Lin to emerge. It is said that a good family seeks a hundred families. If Fanglin can have a good reputation, he will definitely be able to find a good husband. Besides, no matter what the wife does, she can’t watch Fanglin ruin the banquet.”

Rong Dingkun thought it was reasonable, so he ordered it.

The sisters of the Rong family were in class in the study, and the manager came to report it. Rong Fanghua burst out laughing, and said to Feng Shizhen, "Sir, you really expected things like God!"

Feng Shizhen smiled and said, "I think this is an excellent opportunity to exercise. The two of you have hosted tea parties before."

Rong Fanglin said sadly: "In the past, I only invited a dozen or so classmates to play at the tea party. This time Daddy intends to invite all over Shanghai. Counting the Chinese and foreign guests together, there will be one or two hundred people at least."

"Don't worry." Feng Shizhen comforted, "I don't think my wife will care."

If it was as Yang Xiucheng expected, no matter how angry Mrs. Rong was, she had to help her own daughter. She sent her aunt to help Rong Fanglin, and because she felt that Feng Shizhen was capable and careful, she also asked her to help.

The owner's wife asked, and Feng Shizhen naturally agreed.

The study was opened up into a command room, where Rong Fanglin gave orders. The servants, the old mothers, took her orders and acted immediately. And Feng Shizhen and the aunt's wife are Miss Rong's two military advisers, and they advise her.

Autumn is high and crisp, the sky is clear, and the autumn chrysanthemums are as splendid as the scorching sun. But the ladies and wives did not have the heart to travel and gathered in the study for a meeting.

A large blackboard was erected in the study, and it was covered with notes, and the desk sheets were piled with heavy samples sent by various shops.

"Lunch tea and dinner are ordered from Licha Hotel. English-style afternoon tea, French-style dinner. The restaurant will send the menu tomorrow. Remember, let the master see it first, and then show it to the wife."

"The guest list also needs to be seen by Brother Xiucheng."

"By the way, guests who are allergic to food should be marked."

"Don't use bellflower, it smells bad. What kind of flowers do you like?"

"I asked, and he said that any flowers are disgusting." The auntie pursed her lips and smiled.

"Use carnations." Feng Shizhen finalized, "light green ones are only used to decorate the dining table. Pink peony and lilies can be placed in the ballroom, and it doesn't matter if you use roses. Fanghua calculates the number, and asks the servant to call today for flowers. Shop to place an order."

"Tablecloth, which one to choose?"

"Ivory?"

"It's not marriage, just use light gold."

...

"Come on sir, the restaurant has brought the tasting dishes and wine, let's try it together!"

Rong Jia passed by the door of the study room, and after hearing the liveliness inside, he took a look.

The women were trying the wine and food, and they didn't know which dish they had.

Feng Shizhen hurriedly took a sip of champagne, and then showed a look of surprise.

"This is good, remember to add it to the list."

"Miss, please try this red wine again." The manager of the hotel warmly recommended, "This wine is perfect for dinner and the charcoal grilled lamb chops."

Rong Fanghua had already drunk so much that her cheeks were flushed, she smiled and said, "Hurry up! There are desserts too, serve them up!"

A whole cart filled with exquisite cakes and treats was delivered. The women who didn't like desserts all cheered.

Rong Jiashang shook his head with a smile, and his eyes stopped for a moment on Feng Shizhen's neck where the scars fell off but there were red marks.

"Big brother." Rong Fanghua found him, "We'll have an appointment with Sister Lan Xin to visit Xianshi Department Store in a while, you should come too."

Du Lanxin's name was like a wake-up call, and a local sound rang in Rong Jiashang's mind. His gentle smile seemed to be swept away by a big wave, and he said coldly: "I'm going to the company, I don't have time."

Because Rong Jiashang handled the spies investigation very well, Rong Dingkun was very sure. Rong Dingkun felt that since his son's own homework was excellent and he could go to a prestigious school without supplementary classes, he stopped his classes and asked him to go to work in a commercial company with him first, and first familiarize himself with his own business.

For Rong Dingkun, the change in Rong Jia was the only surprise among the many recent unhappiness. Rong Dingkun still placed deep expectations on his eldest son. He thought that his son who had not grown up was actually already sensible and unexpectedly excellent. Rong Dingkun felt as if he had won the lottery.

Rong Jiashang is intelligent, calm, and steady, and has the elements of an excellent heir. Maybe he is still relatively immature and inexperienced, but it doesn't matter, Rong Dingkun has decided to train his eldest son by himself, giving him all the money, to train his son to become the next head of the Rong family.

Rong Jiashang knew about the business behind the scenes at home for a long time, but only now has he really touched the core and participated in the daily operation of that part of the business.

Rong Dingkun is a cautious person. His business is very big. There is also an opium garden in the south, which produces good cloud soil. But he is not greedy and will not take risks easily, so his foundation is very solid. This is also the reason why he has lost such a large amount of goods before, but he can still hold on.

"It is not easy to regain the trust of Commander Cao." Rong Dingkun said to his son, "We are now transporting arms for him, which is almost a free business."

Rong Jia asked: "I don't know when this battle will be fought, and this line will not become a bottomless pit?"

"Naturally, I won't do this forever." Rong Dingkun showed the eldest son a piece of classified information, "Soon, the Cao family will win. The rich rewards are just around the corner. You can find out the line of the spies in the family. how's it going?"

Rong Jiashang said with a smile: "I found a kid to pretend to be dead and scared, and said everything with the surname Guo. We are looking for the contact person according to his description. We initially suspected an accountant in the nursery hall, but we talked to the person. lost it at the time."

Rong Dingkun said: "We are in the open, and the other is in the dark. At least after the house is cleaned, the line is cut off. If you keep an eye on the house, the new servants may not be reliable. The person who stole information. , may also remain in the mansion."

There was a moment of silence between father and son. Both of them thought of that gentle and beautiful figure.

"Your female teacher..." Rong Dingkun pondered.

"She passed the lie detector." Rong Jia subconsciously defended Feng Shizhen, and reluctantly added, "I will keep an eye on her after meeting his father's displeased and stern gaze."

Rong Dingkun nodded: "Don't let the affair affect your judgment, son. Women, what do you want? If she has problems, she must not stay! Besides, now you and Du The marriage of the young lady should also be put on the agenda."

"Is it still a little early?" Rong Jia frowned slightly, "After all..."

"We need a loan from the Du family." Rong Dingkun's tone was full of sternness that could not be refused, "You also promised me personally at the beginning. I let that woman go back to Rong's house, and you listen to my words and get married. What? Feng Miss also monopolized you?"

"No, father." Rong Jiashang said calmly, "I have a clean relationship with her."

Rong Dingkun couldn't help but be surprised: "This is not like my son."

Rong Jia didn't want to discuss this matter, and would rather bring the topic back to the marriage contract: "So, has the marriage with the Du family been completely negotiated?"

Rong Dingkun said: "The lawyer has already drawn up the marriage contract, so you can look back. I will visit Du's house in a few days and sign the contract by the way. It happens that you are going to have a birthday party, so you should announce the marriage contract at the banquet. ."

This marriage is like a business, and even the contract is ready. In the future, if something goes wrong, there is no need for husband and wife to quarrel, and their own lawyers will fight. How civilized!

Rong Jia burst out laughing.

Rong Dingkun had an entertainment that day. He ate at Zhang Yuan and took Rong Jia with him. When everyone saw the talented young master of the Rong family, they all praised him. There was also a foreign executive from Citibank in the seat. Not long after he came to China, he could not speak well in China. Rong Jiashang communicated with him in English throughout the whole process, and helped translate by the way.

It is widely rumored that the eldest young master of the Rong family is a waste who almost failed to graduate from middle school, but those college students may not be as pure and fluent in English as him. Rong Jia's performance today severely beat those people in the face. Rong Dingkun looked at everyone's astonishing eyes, so proud of his life, he couldn't help but miss his wife who passed away early.

After dinner, Rong Dingkun wanted to play cards, so Rong Jiashang said goodbye and went home.

The Rong Mansion was as quiet as usual at this moment. When Rong Jiashang was walking through the empty living room, he suddenly heard a soft sound of music.

He looked for it and pushed open the heavy door of the study. The melodious music poured out like water.

There was only a crystal chandelier with a small wattage in the study, and the whole room was shrouded in honey-colored light.

Feng Shizhen was wearing a light blue long dress with his back to the door, holding a glass of red wine in one hand, and was writing in front of the blackboard.

The music on the gramophone was soothing and melodious, Feng Shizhen was writing and drawing, his head gently swaying to the rhythm. Her usual braided hair was let down and tied into a fluffy braid and draped over her shoulders. This made her back look slender and lazy, making Rong Jia's chest heat up at once.

As if he had a good heart, Feng Shizhen put down the chalk and turned around.

Eyes meet, both of them are bathed in dim light, their faces are young and beautiful.

"Why are you the only one busy?" Rong Jia came over and glanced at the blackboard.

It was covered with various slips of paper, all of which were prom matters. One of the timetables is very interesting, clearly marking the time of the reception, the refreshment time, and the dinner time. Even after writing down the time and minutes, let Rong Dingkun speak, and then let Rong Jiashang speak, and then all the guests congratulate Rong Jiashang on a happy birthday.

"Fang Lin and the others went out to the department store and haven't come back." Feng Shizhen's voice also had a lazy feeling, like being dipped in wine, with a mellow fragrance of flowers, "I want to choose the songs to be played at the dance. Good. What kind of tune do you like?"

"I don't pay much attention to it." Rong Jiashang looked at her eyes as warm as autumn water with interest, "Sir, have you thought about what birthday present to give me?"

Feng Shizhen looked at Rong Jiashang and suddenly smiled. Rong Jiashang only felt that the whole study was full of flowers in an instant, and a stream of warm water was injected into the blood vessels, which filled him with unspeakable power.

"Don't worry, within the scope of my ability, I will definitely send you a satisfactory one." Feng Shizhen swayed slightly, as if he was unstable. She has always been self-sufficient and has never been so frivolous.

Rong Jia's eyes moved to the empty red wine bottle on the table, and he understood.

"How much alcohol did you drink, sir?"

"Not much." Feng Shizhen laughed ignorantly, as if a beautiful short-lived flower was blooming under the candlelight, "The degree of red wine is not high. I am the person who can hold a bottle of white dry with my father and my brother."

Rong Jia was amused, but he liked Feng Shizhen's slightly drunk and stubborn appearance. There was a warm broken light in her eyes, as if blurred and awake, full of elusive expressions.

After a short pause, the song ended, and it sounded again.

This is a soothing and tender waltz, the guitar squeaks softly, and the honest male voice sings love songs affectionately.

Outside the window was a dark, cold night with a whistling wind. The house is warm as spring, with soft light and intoxicating fragrance.

Rong Jiashang took the crystal wine glass in Feng Shizhen's hand and put it on the table beside him, then took her left hand and put it on his chest.

Feng Shizhen's eyes were rippling, and a ray of light flashed past like a meteor. She slowly put her right hand in Rong Jiashang's palm.

Pull the arm. The young woman turned lightly in a circle and was embraced by the man.

Ten fingers clasped, the two bodies fit closely together, and the body temperature melted together through layers of clothing.

Feng Shizhen felt that he was probably really drunk. She didn't seem to take a step, but the chandelier above her head and everything around her started to revolve around her. But she didn't need to worry about falling, because the man's hand around her waist was so strong that it almost imprisoned her, for fear that she would escape.

She felt very at ease, handed herself over, followed in Rong Jiashang's footsteps, and allowed her to take herself anywhere.

At this moment, she finally didn't have to think anymore, she didn't have to be wary. Like a tired bird, she finally found a branch on which to rest.

The young man's chest was firm and warm, and his heart was beating fiery. They seem to have returned to the moment of first acquaintance. No one knows anyone, but they are like long-acquainted confidants who know everything about each other, and can take steps to cooperate without deliberately.

The light was refracted on the crystal pendant and intertwined into a cocoon of light, enveloping the two of them.

Their faces were very close together, the tip of their nose rubbed occasionally, and their breaths staggered. Before the dance music was over, they had already stopped and embraced each other gently, eyes half-closed, as if immersed in a dream.

Rong Jia looked at Feng Shizhen's wet and blushing lips, and moved forward cautiously, afraid that she would be disturbed or too abrupt, and his neck shrank back.

A loud car horn cut off the charming feelings in the study like a sharp knife. The jubilant laughter of the Rong sisters came. #####

Fifty

"Sir?" Rong Fanghua shouted loudly.

"Here." Feng Shizhen responded, quickly broke free from Rong Jia's arms, took several steps back, and opened the distance between the two.

Wearing a new hat, Rong Fanghua rushed into the study with a bag in both hands.

"It's a pity you didn't come with us today. Is big brother there?"

Rong Jia looked unhappy, turned around, poured a glass of red wine, and drank it.

Rong Fanglin walked in after him, also looking like he had returned with a fruitful result, "We met a very interesting new friend today!"

Feng Shizhen took the bag with a smile and asked, "How is it fun?"

Rong Fanghua said, "We came out of the department store, and Sister Lan Xin invited us to have afternoon tea at the Dahua Hotel. As a result, when we were waiting for the driver to drive by the roadside, we met a rash young man. I didn't know each other. He came to teach us a lesson."

"What?" Feng Shizhen was curious.

"It's too extravagant to say that we are!" Rong Fanglin said angrily, "What do you say now that wars are raging everywhere, the people are struggling to make a living, but we are still living an extravagant and wasteful life, which is very shameful. Do you think this person is inexplicable?"

In fact, Feng Shizhen agreed with these words, so he avoided the question and asked, "What about then?"

Rong Fanghua said: "Of course we were so annoyed that we threw him two dollars and wanted to send him away. As a result, the man kept talking more and more vigorously. At this moment, a young lady passed by, and seeing that we were in trouble, let her go. The driver came over and drove the man away. That's how we got to know the lady."

Rong Fanglin also said excitedly: "That is a Japanese lady, surnamed Hashimoto, who is very interesting. She invited us to play in her clothing store, and even tried on kimonos for us. The clothes of the East Ying people, wearing Trouble, but it's so beautiful to dress up!"

"Ms. Hashimoto said that she used to live in the Northeast, and she just came to Shanghai. She was worried that she didn't have any friends." Rong Fanghua said, "She is really a delicate person. She already guessed what you said without saying it. She said Her family just bought a big house in the western suburbs, and she wants to invite us over to hunt wild ducks next week."

"You two are going to cover your ears and scream when you hear the gunshot. What are you hunting for wild ducks?" Rong Jia sneered, "It's just a village in the western suburbs, we have two more in our family, and you don't want to go there on weekdays. "

"We'll ask Uncle Zhao to teach us how to shoot tomorrow!" Rong Fanglin hummed, "We have invited Miss Hashimoto to the birthday party. When the elder brother sees her, he will know how good she is."

The two girls were disappointed by their brother and left angrily.

As Feng Shizhen cleaned up the table, he smiled and said, "So do you. They have made new friends, so they should be happy for them."

"It sounds like a slick Japanese woman." Rong Jiashang sneered, "These immigrants from Japan are selling land and building factories in the country, growing opium in the northeast, and exploiting labor. I think their wolf ambitions will be bigger in the future. Something happened. Just wait and see."

"It's not a good thing. I hope your words won't come true." Feng Shizhen added in his heart: You don't grow opium, transport arms, and lend usury. There is nothing to discriminate against each other.

Rong Jiashang probably also thought of this layer, and did not speak.

"Go to rest early." Feng Shizhen walked towards the door.

"Ah... Shizhen." Rong Jia suddenly called.

Feng Shizhen turned back, and then realized that he called his name directly.

Rong Jiashang looked at her halfway across the study, with attachment in his eyes. Feng Shizhen thought he wanted to keep himself talking with him more, but he didn't. He just said softly, "Good night."

As the birthday party approached, the Rong family finally eased from the previously suppressed and tense atmosphere, and reverted to the former paradise decorated with flowers and wafting music.

Feng Shizhen remembered that there was always a gramophone playing in the house during that time, and the songs never repeated from morning to night.

The music is like an invisible ribbon, fluttering gently in the air, brisk, soothing, and passionate, filling every part of the Rong family. Running through time and space, connecting the other side of time, it seems to be a throbbing that never disappears.

Rong Jiashang, wearing a neat suit, hurried downstairs, draping the trench coat over his shoulders.

The footman opened the door for him. On the lawn, Feng Shizhen and the Rong sisters in the front yard instructed the footman to hang lanterns on the trees.

The golden autumn sun shone on her snow-white sweater and dark blue dress. She raised her delicate white face and smiled brightly.

Rong Jia walked over quickly, and the two smiled and nodded in greeting, separated by a long distance.

After sunset, the lights in the courtyard come on, brightening the gloomy autumn night.

The messenger rolled up the old living room rug and re-applied it with a fresh, clean rug in bright colors. The maids stepped on ladders and decorated the ballroom with ribbons and flowers.

The crystal lamp ball revolves, and the whole hall is resplendent and colorful.

Rong Fanglin watched the Rong Mansion's new look under his own control, and he was so happy that he took Feng Shizhen's hand and turned around in a light circle following the melody.

Every time Rong Jiashang went out in the morning and came home in the evening, he would find some changes in the Rong residence.

The laughter of the girls was like a silver bell, and it was everywhere, making the long silent Rong Mansion come to life again. A look of joy appeared on everyone's face. Even Mrs. Rong smiled again because she received a ruby-encrusted necklace from Rong Dingkun.

Soon, a stand was erected in the backyard, and the hotel band came to audition and played a cheerful dance song. When the maid went upstairs with her clean clothes in her arms, she couldn't help but gently turned in a circle with the rhythm.

Rong Jiashang looked out from the window of the small study. Feng Shizhen's figure in a ginger-yellow shirt and skirt stood out like a tender seedling among dead branches and fallen leaves in a gray-brown dark green autumn landscape. She was laughing heartily, playing with the sisters of the Rong family with flowers, like a child.

The smiles of the girls overflowed the entire courtyard, and also stained Rong Jia's face.

"Is the eldest young master okay with the contract?" The lawyer coughed lightly.

The smile on Rong Jia disappeared, and his eyes returned to the marriage contract in his hand.

"What does the Du family think?"

"About Miss Du's dowry. If Miss Du has no son, her daughter will inherit it. If there is no son or daughter, after Miss Du's death, the Du family has the right to take back the dowry."

"Very reasonable." Rong Jia sneered, "No one is greedy for another."

He unscrewed the gold pen of Conkling, and indifferently signed his name on the contract and pressed his handprint.

The bright red fingerprints, circle after circle, like a complex maze, trapped him in the center.

Outside the window, there are two completely different worlds.

And the melodious music is like a feather scratching everyone's heart, the melody has been lingering in the mind, even in a dream, it will not disappear.

At night, when Rong Jia looked up from the window, he could always see the lights on the opposite side.

Slim figures flickered occasionally.

what is she doing?

But dancing alone again?

Wearing a linen skirt with white teeth, bare arms, clear collarbone, slender waist, and light steps.

Rong Jia closed his eyes, and he could still hear that moving piece of music in his dream.

"...Oh, my unfamiliar love, on this last night, please dance with me one more time..."

In the inpatient department of the Red House Hospital, the old mother stood by the corridor and looked around, and then slipped into a single ward.

"Come on! Auntie, people are here!"

The second concubine, who was sitting by the window, hurriedly lost the dessert in her hand, crawled back to the bed with the scum of the dessert, took the comb from the old mother's hand and brushed her hair hurriedly in the mirror.

The young woman in the mirror looked only in her twenties, with bright eyebrows and phoenix eyes, even in casual clothes, she was still charming, her eyes were bright, like the bright sunshine in spring.

There was a knock on the door. The second concubine quickly drove the old mother aside, sat down dignifiedly, and suppressed her excitement.

Feng Shixun wore a snow-white coat with a folder in his hand, and walked steadily into the ward.

The second concubine saw his handsome face, her heart was beating wildly, she couldn't restrain herself, and she showed an affectionate smile.

"How does Mrs. Sun feel today? Does the wound still hurt?" Feng Shixun asked.

The second concubine frowned delicately and said pitifully, "It still hurts a bit at night, which makes me sleepy. Doctor Feng, am I suffering from some disease?"

Feng Shixun looked through the file: "Your wound is healing very well, blood tests are normal, and there is no inflammation. The pain may be due to psychological reasons. Mrs. Sun, don't be too nervous, just relax and take a good rest. By the way, you will see it today. Is there a young master? The child is in good condition, and after a while, both your mother and son will be able to be discharged from the hospital. "

"Dr. Feng saved the lives of our mother and son. This kindness will never be repaid in the next life." The second concubine's affectionate gaze could hardly leave the doctor's handsome face, "When I was pregnant, I was in a bad mood and offended. Guo Lingmei, I am ashamed to think about it now. I hope Dr. Feng can forgive me."

Feng Shixun could only smile in relief: "I think my sister will understand."

"By the way!" The second concubine picked up an invitation from the bedside, "Next week is our eldest master's twentieth birthday party. Dr. Feng is the savior of our mother and son. Our master specially asked me to invite You will then enjoy the light and have a drink."

Feng Shixun took the post and asked, "I don't know what Young Master Rong likes?"

The second concubine smiled and said, "Master specifically told you not to waste your money. Our eldest young master is studying with Lingmei recently. It is also a supervising move for you to send some pen and ink books. Master couldn't be more pleased."

Feng Shixun remembered Rong Jiashang's deep eyes when he looked at the girl, sneered in his heart, and put the post in the folder.

The second concubine added: "I heard from the nurses that Dr. Feng and the sister have a very good relationship, and the little nurses are very envious."

Feng Shixun said: "I am only this girl, so naturally I have to love her more. Besides, there was a catastrophe at home before, but I was not at home, and it was Shizhen who supported her independently. A girl can do this. It's not easy, I owe her a lot."

The second concubine asked with concern: "I also heard that something happened to Miss Feng's house before. I don't know what happened. Is it getting better now?"

Feng Shixun said: "The house was hit by a fire. I don't know if Mrs. Sun had heard of the fire in the early spring. The whole street was burned down. Our house was not immune."

When the second concubine heard the words "Wen Chunli", her brows furrowed, and she felt familiar. When she heard that the whole street was burnt down, the small smile on her face seemed to have been rubbed by a large paintbrush, leaving a grayish white.

"Your house... is everything burned down?"

"Yeah." Feng Shixun sighed, "My father was seriously burned, but luckily he was rescued. The family owes a lot of money, and Shizhen used to pay off the debt. It's really not easy."

The second concubine finally managed to squeeze out a stiff smile, "It's really not easy."

"I'm scaring you." Feng Shixun smiled apologetically, "I still need to patrol the house, so I won't disturb your rest."

When Feng Shixun was gone, the second concubine still couldn't recover.

"Auntie, what's the matter?" the old mother asked anxiously.

"Mother Wu," the second concubine grabbed the hand of her most favorite dowry mother, and said in a low voice, "Feng's family... the master... the relationship between them is not simple!"

When there were three or four days before the dance party, the fashion company called and said that the custom tea dance dress was ready. The women of the Rong family went out in a mighty way to try on clothes. Feng Shizhen was at home alone, went downstairs to the study to find a book, and saw the footman lead Yu Zhihui into the door.

Yu Zhihui was wearing an elegant and simple student uniform, with jet-black hair hanging down to her ears, and holding a rattan basket in her hand, her whole body looked like a dewy magnolia flower. Her appearance is far inferior to that of Rong Fang and Lin Mingyan, but her temperament is very gentle, like a harmless little white rabbit. Men like this kind of Xiaojiabiyu the most.

"Miss Yu, when are you going back to Shanghai?" Feng Shizhen smiled brightly, "Unfortunately, my wife and the others have gone to try on new clothes. You may have to wait a while."

"My mother is not well recently, so I took a leave of absence from the school and came back to take care of her." Yu Zhihui's brows were slightly sad. "My mother made a lot of orange jam, and knowing that my aunt likes it, she specially asked me to send some over."

Mrs. Rong and Mrs. Yu were cousins ​​and had a good relationship. After the Yu family was defeated, Mrs. Rong and several sisters from her family often helped. Therefore, the Yu family has always been very close to the Huang family. Two of Yu Zhihui's three older brothers are married to the Huang family's cousins.

Yu Zhihui is extremely knowledgeable and knowledgeable. Since the relationship between Rong Dingkun and the Huang family has deteriorated, even if she walks around the Rong family, she tries to avoid him as much as possible, because she is afraid of touching his bad luck.

The old mother brought refreshments, and Feng Shizhen sat and chatted with Yu Zhihui. #####

fifty one

"I walked all the way and saw that the inside and outside of the house were all dressed up, so beautiful." Yu Zhihui looked at the decorated house, showing a touch of nostalgia, "When I was a child, I liked to be on the escalator with Fanglin and the others. Playing, grabbing the handrail and sliding all the way down, I almost broke my arm."

"Miss Yu lived in the Rong Mansion?" Feng Shizhen asked.

Yu Zhihui said: "When I was twelve years old, my father fell ill and my mother couldn't take care of me, so my aunt took me over and lived at Rong's house for a year. Later, my father died of illness, and I was taken back."

Yu Zhihui looked around at the exquisite furniture and luxurious furnishings of the Rong family, and there was an undisguised envy and yearning in her expression. The Yu family is not as good as each year now. She must have missed the pampered life in the Rong family, like a daughter-in-law.

"The number of times at the Rong family has been reduced over the years, but it doesn't seem to have changed at all." Yu Zhihui murmured, "Fanghua and I are still hiding in that big drawer. We even ran into the wine cellar. We played and secretly drank the red wine from my aunt’s collection. My aunt was very kind to me in the early years. He even drove us to Caohejing to hunt wild ducks. Fanglin and I also picked up a puppy and came back, but it’s a pity that later dead."

Feng Shizhen smiled lightly: "No wonder the two Miss Rong have such a good relationship with Miss Yu."

Yu Zhihui smiled bitterly: "I'm three years older than them. When they were young, they listened to me the most and ran around behind me. Later, when they grew up, they communicated less than before."

Especially after Rong Fanglin fell in love with Yang Xiucheng, he had an obvious hostility towards Yu Zhihui. The Yu family fell, and Yu Zhihui was also a head short in front of her cousin, becoming a poor relative. She disliked coming to Rong's house more and more.

"You must miss this place very much." Feng Shizhen said in a gentle voice, "When you were most helpless, the Rong family took you in. This is your second home. Besides, the Rong family always seems to give People have a very safe feeling. It seems to be an indestructible castle that can block any wind and rain. How the world changes outside, the leisurely and comfortable life here will never change.”

Every word of Feng Shizhen hit Yu Zhihui's heart like a small hammer. She looked stunned, and nodded subconsciously, very moved. It is undeniable that in her eighteen or nineteen-year-old life, only the year she spent in the Rong family was the best time.

"There is always music floating here." Yu Zhihui fell into sweet memories, "There is always the fragrance of cakes and flowers in the air, and everything is so clean, tidy and quiet. My aunt took us to visit Yongan Department Store, and the clerk always bowed his waist. Serve from start to finish. The Rong family always drives the most stylish car and uses the best cook. Ladies and ladies, wear

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