City of Streamer

Hee hee, "Don't worry, I..."

Her eyes fell on the scarf that Feng Shixun had not had time to untie. The camel-grey plaid knitted scarf is very special. Obviously, I have seen it somewhere, but it is the first time I have seen Feng Shixun wearing it.

"Where did this scarf come from?" Feng Shizhen asked.

Feng Shixun was stunned for a moment, then withdrew his hand and straightened up.

"A thank you gift from the patient." He casually took off the scarf, "The north wind is blowing outside, so I wrapped it around easily."

He casually put the scarf on the cabinet, went to the stove and lifted the lid of the pot: "Yo! Today I'm eating chestnut roast chicken!"

Feng Shizhen touched the scarf lightly. It is an excellent worsted fine cashmere. It feels as soft and comfortable as a cloud, but the stitches are a little uneven. It is estimated that the craftsmanship of the knitter is not very good. It was obviously woven by the giver himself.

Every stitch, every thread is a mind.

Feng Shizhen looked at his brother's back and frowned slightly.

After dinner, the rain finally stopped, and Feng Shizhen called a rickshaw to return to Rong's house.

The Rong family's mansion is brightly lit, and from a distance, it looks like a hollowed-out golden box containing precious stones, which is beautiful in the desolate night.

Feng Shizhen walked around the house, listening to the laughter and laughter inside, the music on the gramophone was flying, the children's cheers and the dog's barking were mixed together, and it was as lively as a small dance party.

Feng Shizhen went around to the west of the house and entered through the side door of the kitchen. The servants haven't dispersed yet, and they are gathering in the kitchen to roast and eat tea.

"It's the third uncle of the Tang family who is here." Chen Ma is really a flower of interpretation. As soon as she saw Feng Shizhen, she guessed what she was thinking, and immediately reported, "Miss Du and Young Master Du are also here. Really able to give birth, the previous wife gave birth to four, and the wife and concubine filled him with six more, and today I brought them all."

Feng Shizhen came out of the kitchen and heard the barking of dogs and the sound of children running and playing in the hall. It was as lively as a Chinese New Year.

She walked upstairs along the side stairs, and suddenly bumped into a warm body at the corner of the dark stairs.

Feng Shizhen gasped, stepped back hurriedly, and stepped down.

"It's me." Rong Jia grabbed her back. Feng Shizhen fell back into his arms without any suspense.

"Alas..." Feng Shizhen didn't know what to say.

Fortunately, Rong Jiashang released his hand immediately and whispered, "Be quiet and let me hide here for a while."

Outside, the children screamed and ran upstairs and downstairs, the footsteps of which sounded like a dense burst of machine guns. Feng Shizhen also had a headache when he heard it.

In the darkness, Rong Jiashang suddenly asked, "Have you just returned from home? Are your uncle and aunt okay?"

"It's all good." Feng Shizhen said, "My mother is still talking about you. You really will please aunties."

"What about your father's body, is it better?"

"The addiction to smoking has become much lighter, and the food intake is larger than before. It's just that the lungs are not very good. It was smoked in the fire, and it became ill when it was cold, and coughed all day long."

Rong Jiashang leaned against the dark corner of the wall, his face blurred and thoughtful.

"It must have been difficult for you at the beginning," he said in a hoarse voice, "I can't even imagine how you were able to support it all by yourself."

"At that time, there were relatives and friends who also helped." Feng Shizhen sighed, "The house was burned to white ground, and it was all my father's friends who contributed money to pay for the medical expenses. Fortunately, my family has a few acres of thin land in my hometown, and there is a batch of medicines that have not been put into the warehouse, all of which are cheap. After selling it, the money will be enough for us to survive."

Rong Jia asked, "Did Wen Chunli's house also sell later?"

Feng Shizhen sneered: "It's all burned like that, how much can it sell? It's just a little bit of land money. My family is pretty good. My eldest brother has a good salary as a doctor and can afford to support his family. How many neighbors were burned into poverty by this fire... "

The more she spoke, the more excited she became, and then she stopped, turned her face away, her chest heaving.

In the darkness, someone held her hand. Warm fingers wrapped around her, tentatively pulled, and then leaned over. His shoulders sank, and Rong Jiashang lowered his head and leaned on Feng Shizhen's shoulders. He wrapped his arms around her body and hugged her. He wanted to use her as a support, and the weight of half his body was weighed down.

"I really want to get to know you earlier." Rong Jia said, "If I don't delay in Chongqing for a year, I'll be back sooner."

Feng Shizhen was warmed by his sweet words, raised his hand, and patted the back of his head gently, like petting a big melancholy dog.

"I got your idea. But even if you came back last year, we might not know each other."

But he might be able to prevent his father from acquiring Wen Chunli in such an extreme way. Rong Jiashang thought silently in his heart. But if nothing happened to Feng Shizhen's family, they would still not meet.

One is a female teacher who runs a pharmacy at home, and the other is the son of a smuggling tycoon. They are from different social classes and live in a social circle that has nothing to do with each other. Without a specific situation, they would not have any intersection at all. Their souls will never collide with brilliant sparks.

A series of footsteps came towards this side, interrupting the hidden ambiguity in the dark.

Feng Shizhen and Rong Jiashang looked at each other silently. Rong Jiashang squeezed Feng Shizhen's hand tightly, then pulled away and went down the stairs.

Feng Shizhen took a deep breath, calmed his heartbeat, and walked up the steps.

The series of footsteps approached, and the second concubine came down from the upstairs.

"It's Miss Feng." The second concubine said thoughtfully, "Is everyone in the family okay?"

Feng Shizhen smiled politely and said, "It's all good, I'm bothering Concubine Sun."

The second concubine smiled a little hesitantly, and continued to walk down.

"By the way." Feng Shizhen stopped her, "My eldest brother has received the scarf from you, let me thank you on his behalf. He said that Master Rong has already given him the gift, and he is embarrassed to accept it from you again. Courtesy. So please don't waste any money in the future."

The second concubine's face changed suddenly, embarrassment and joy alternated, her face was red and white.

"Yes, yes?" The second concubine squeezed out a stiff smile, "You're welcome..."

The second concubine staggered and walked down the railing.

Feng Shizhen looked at her back and suddenly felt a strong sympathy.

A humble and hopeless admiration for a person, yet secretive and inhumane to outsiders. Even more. He loves you and trusts you with all your heart, and you're going to destroy his world and push him over a cliff.

When that day comes, how will that handsome young man look at him?

Is it anger, pain, or indifference?

It rained all night on this day, and the sound of rustling was incessant, accompanying everyone into a dream.

Feng Shizhen tossed and turned on the cot because she dreamed of her childhood nightmare again.

Young self running in the dark. She strode **** her short legs and stumbled all the way, crying in horror. But a powerful and irresistible force fixed her in the distance, and the more frightened she became, the less she could move half a step.

Although she was ready, she couldn't help crying and screaming when she heard the severe pain from being slashed on her back.

Her feet sank, and she suddenly fell down.

Feng Shizhen had no power to struggle and let the icy river water surround him.

On the shore, Rong Dingkun stood with a knife, looking at her with complex and cold emotions in his eyes.

Feng Shizhen woke up in shock and found that he kicked the quilt, and his body in only thin pajamas was shivering from the cold. She hurriedly pulled the quilt to wrap her body and lay on the bed, but couldn't sleep anymore.

She had dreamed of the gangster's face many times. Wuyi was not unfamiliar and vague, but this was the first time she had seen a clear face.

Obviously, she subconsciously replaced the hated Rong Dingkun as the murderer in her dream.

It seemed strange at first, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed quite reasonable.

Both of them appeared in Feng Shizhen's life as persecutors and perpetrators, causing her to be destroyed time and time again, and at the same time escaped justice. Their presence means pain, harm, grievance, and even death. It's no wonder that Feng Shizhen subconsciously regarded the two as one person.

Feng Shizhen couldn't sleep anymore, got up and walked to the window with his clothes on.

The sky will be bright, and the earth is immersed in a blue mist. The frost is heavy in winter, and the brick walls and radiators block the cold and damp outside. The nobles still slept peacefully in the high beds and soft pillows, but the ants-like bottom layer started a day of hard work in the cold and humidity.

The cook set the fire on the stove and started to cook porridge and soy milk to prepare breakfast. The servants carried fruits, vegetables, rice and meat, and stepped on the dew to go back and forth between the kitchen and the back door. The maids walked gently in the big mansion, opened the curtains, opened the windows for ventilation, and replaced the vases with flowers that were just picked from the greenhouse.

They are the key to maintaining a decent life for this wealthy family, and they are the indispensable shadows behind the brilliance of all the rich and powerful families in the world.

Feng Shizhen strayed between light and shadow, just like the unseen sky in the morning or the dark night in the evening. I don't know whether what was waiting in front of her was radiant light or an abyss of despair.

Since the Rong family sisters showed up at the dance, although they have not officially entered the social world, they have also had several suitors. So since then, the Rong family will receive flowers from the boy's flower shop almost every day.

When the footman came in carrying the dew-laden flowers, everyone was having breakfast.

As soon as the third uncle and wife of the Tang family saw the large bouquet of flowers in full bloom, she teased Rong Fanglin and Rong Fanghua: "Looking at this situation, the Rong family may not be able to keep you two sisters for long."

Rong Fanghua smiled shyly, hugged the bouquet handed by the messenger, buried her face in it, and took a deep breath of the aroma.

For a moment, Rong Fanglin's heart was attached to Yang Xiucheng, who was far away in Hangzhou. He dismissed the flowers of his suitors, and only ordered the old mother to send the flowers back to the room.

Rong Fanghua saw the old mother walking upstairs with a large bouquet of pink roses, and asked in confusion, "Mama Li, who are those flowers for?"

Li Ma said hurriedly, "It's for Miss Feng."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the restaurant looked different. Rong Jia's eyes swept over like a machete. #####

sixty-eight

"Who is Miss Feng?" The third uncle's wife immediately asked Mrs. Rong.

Mrs. Rong was also quite surprised, and bothered her to inquire, and said perfunctorily, "It's just the governess hired by Fang Lin and the others. She was also at the birthday party. I think she won the man's heart."

"It's not an ordinary man who can send a bouquet of roses for ten yuan." My uncle was very envious.

The third uncle has both wives and concubines, but he is the most old-fashioned and pedantic. He raised his beard and snorted: "Ask such a young lady to teach at home, dancing and giving flowers at every turn. Are you here to do business, or to find a husband? What if Jiashang is ruined by her? manage?"

Mrs. Rong wished that Feng Shizhen would take Rong Jia bad, but she always had to take it up. She smiled and said: "Jia Shang is already engaged, and he is no longer a child. He knows it himself."

After she finished speaking, she quickly sent Ma Li away.

Feng Shizhen opened the door, and she was greeted by a large bouquet of delicate pink roses, a scent that made her sneeze.

"Miss Feng, I don't know it was sent by that young master." Li Ma looked curious and rolled her eyes.

Feng Shizhen was more surprised than joyful. She pretended not to see Ma Li's inquiring eyes and took off the card on the bouquet.

A bit of cologne was sprayed on the card, and a masculine breath came to the face, but the strong and straight font was from the hand of an acquaintance.

"Since I met Miss Feng at the dance last week, I still can't forget it. I wonder if I have the honor to invite the beautiful woman to watch the movie and go to the garden together? Your sincerity: Meng Xu'an."

There are also a few numbers left below, like a phone number.

Feng Shizhen read the string of numbers twice, then tore the card and threw the flower back into Li Ma's hand.

"I'm allergic to pollen, please take the flowers away."

This Miss Feng is just a poor governess, but Miss Qianjin is full of style. Ma Li was so curious that she asked, "Who made Miss Feng angry? Do you need to tell your wife?"

"Don't bother." Feng Shizhen smiled slightly, with a coldness in his smile.

Li's mother knew interest and walked away in a hurry.

Seeing the old mother holding the flowers down again, the eldest young master of the Tang family couldn't help laughing, and said to Rong Jia, "This tutor in your family is quite interesting. How can you be like that old Dongfang in our family, who can't memorize it? Publishing a book has to be done.”

Rong Jia's eyes flashed with pleasure, and she snapped her fingers to call Ma Li. Pieces of the card torn by Feng Shizhen fell into the bouquet. With sharp eyes, Young Master Tang picked it up.

"Meng Xian? Why does this name look familiar?"

Rong Dingkun happened to be walking over when he heard the words "Meng Xian", as if the thief heard the police whistle, and immediately shuddered.

"What happened to Meng Xian?" he asked.

Rong Jiashang pinched the back of Tang's cousin's hand, and replied calmly, "It's nothing. The tabloids are still talking about the birthday party."

The incident on the birthday party was simply the injury that Rong Dingkun didn't want to recall the most. He glared at the ignorant Young Master Tang and said to Rong Jiashang, "You have finished breakfast with your uncle, come to my small study, and have something to tell you."

Young Master Tang looked at Rong Dingkun's leaving back, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and complained to Rong Jia: "Brother, you are too ruthless, I will be twisted off by you."

"It's me who's wrong." Rong Jiashang said with a smile, "Next time, I'll be lighter."

And next time? Master Tang felt that this cousin was born handsome, but his personality was a bit eccentric and not fun. He decided now to stay away from him in the future.

There was no light on in the small study, which became more and more gloomy and quiet in this rainy day. There was a dead air floating in the air. The bluegrass in front of the window had withered and yellowed, and the half-broken flower branches were dead before they bloomed.

Rong Dingkun touched the orchid with some distress, and his tense emotions relaxed a little.

He took out the keychain, and with a small brass key, opened the drawer of the chest of drawers, and took out a folder from it.

In the folder, there is a photo of a girl in a white dress. The photo is old and the image is blurry, but the girl's beautiful face and graceful figure can still be seen. Behind the photo, there is a line of graceful handwriting written with a fountain pen.

"Giving Kun Jun Huicun, I hope that the lovesickness will live up to both. Qingzhi."

The girl has long since passed away, and only the shadow is still left on the small piece of paper.

Rong Dingkun closed his eyes in pain and whispered, "Qingzhi, you have to be considerate of me..."

He put down Meng Qingzhi's photo and poured another photo from the folder.

In the photo, it is an antique.

The unicorn has a simple and simple shape with bright metallic luster.

It's small, but slightly larger than a normal stamp. Rong Dingkun knew because he had worn gloves and played with them carefully.

If the lottery ticket of 1,000 yuan from 24 years ago was his first pot of gold, then this golden unicorn of the Warring States Period was the hero who saved the Rong family from bankruptcy.

A faint sigh, like a wisp of yin wind, blew from the gap in the wall, brushed past Rong Dingkun's ear, and moved with the broken hair on his temples.

Rong Dingkun raised his head suddenly. His horrified pale face was reflected in the window in front of him. His eyes were wide and bloodshot. On this mature and handsome face, every muscle was tense, the expression was twisted and ferocious, and a layer of goose bumps appeared on the back of the neck.

"Who!" Rong Dingkun turned around and shouted.

There was no one behind.

Rong Dingkun felt a coolness pass by his ears again, as if a ghost was trying to grab him with his hands.

He backed away in panic, as if he was cornered by an invisible enemy.

"Go away!" Rong Dingkun waved his hand vigorously, shouting in a low voice, the veins on his forehead exposed.

"Go—don't pester me! You're dead! Dead—"

The orchid pot was swept by his sleeve and smashed to the ground with a thud, and the tiles and soil splashed everywhere.

"Father?" Rong Jiashang knocked on the door hard and pushed in.

Rong Dingkun leaned against the cabinet with a terrified face, his hands still in the air in a defensive posture.

Rong Jia's eyes flashed, and he immediately closed the door with his backhand and turned on the light.

The soft and bright light instantly dispelled the gloom and gloom in the room, but it also illuminated the tangled wrinkles on Rong Dingkun's face as clear and deep as the ravines on the plateau.

"Father, are you okay?" Rong Jia came over and asked in a low voice.

Rong Dingkun let out a slow sigh of relief, with a tired face, he closed his eyes and shook his head.

Rong Jia's eyes fell on the morning paper on the desk, which contained a news article about Meng Xian and a female star traveling together, with pictures and texts, and Meng Xian in the photo smiled very arrogantly.

Rong Jia frowned and said, "What does this guy surnamed Meng want?"

Rong Dingkun hesitated for a moment and handed over the photo of Jin Qilin.

"Back then, when I separated from Miss Meng, she gave me the Warring States Golden Kylin that was passed down by the Meng family as a souvenir. At that time, my business went bankrupt, so I had to sell the golden unicorn to save the Rong family. Meng Xu'an just wanted to get this golden unicorn back. ."

Rong Dingkun used some spring and autumn techniques to speak, as clever as Rong Jia, how could he not hear it. A son can't blame his father, but the disdain, contempt, and deep disappointment in Rong Jiashang's heart were all clearly revealed on the handsome face that resembled his father.

Rong Dingkun looked at it and was shocked again.

The son's eyebrows and eyes are actually very similar to those of his wife, Tang Shi. His indifferent and contemptuous appearance now seems to have brought his wife back to life.

As if the next moment, Fa's wife opened her mouth and sneered: "Qin Shuigen, you will be betrayed by the congregation in the future, and you will be alone—"

"Father?" Rong Jia pressed his father's trembling shoulder.

Rong Dingkun suddenly regained his senses, and cold sweat slid down his forehead.

"Are you not feeling well?" Rong Jia asked, "Do I need to call a doctor to come and take a look at you?"

Rong Dingkun waved his hand, pointed to the unicorn in the photo, and said, "This golden unicorn was originally sold to a collector surnamed Zhang, and then resold it several times, and now its whereabouts are unknown. Go check it out and make sure it's specific. the whereabouts."

"Dad intends to return this golden unicorn to Meng Xian?" Rong Jia asked.

"Yeah." Rong Dingkun twitched and squeezed out a dry smile: "Meng Xian has misunderstood me, I can only resolve the hatred between the two families by returning the golden unicorn to him. I'm making plans for you to take over the family business in the future."

Rong Jiashang didn't believe that his father would suddenly find out in his conscience. It must have been Meng Xian who grabbed Rong Dingkun and forced him to return the family heirloom. He saved his father's face and didn't ask more questions, put away the photo, and said, "Uncle San is going to see the house, and he has already made an appointment with an agent. I see what he means, and I'm afraid that we will need to subsidize some more money."

"This is your uncle, you can decide." Rong Dingkun said, "From now on, these matters are up to you to decide."

This is to cultivate the ability of the son to be independent.

Rong Jia wanted to say a few more words, but when he saw Rong Dingkun holding a photo, he was absent-minded. He had to back out.

Yang Xiucheng was in Hangzhou, but he was somewhat reluctant to think about Shu.

Except for the first two days when he went back to his hometown to visit relatives to visit the graves, he spent the rest of the time living in a new hotel by the West Lake, hanging out with Du Lanxin all day long. He has been an honest man who has been keeping himself clean for more than 20 years. Once he let go of his hands and feet, he discovered the fun of having fun.

The taste of cheating is absolutely wonderful, why would Du Lanxin want to taste only a few mouthfuls? On the pretext that she was going to visit her sick elder, she stayed in Hangzhou the whole time, and she was at odds with Yang Xiucheng.

Yang Xiucheng sighed that Du Lanxin is really an excellent female companion. She is fashionable, beautiful, knowledgeable, and a banker's lady. Except that she can't be taken out to meet people, she fully meets a man's highest requirements for a partner.

Besides, when she got into bed, Du Lanxin was able to let go again, and she had a lot of methods. She was so fascinated by Yang Xiucheng that she really had the urge to die on her. At this time, the Rong family and Yu Zhihui were all left behind by him.

Early winter morning, the sun is shining. The two spent a night in the spring, and at the moment were lying on the bed naked, not wanting to get up.

"Have you figured out how to talk to Rong Dingkun after you go back?" Du Lanxin's fingers gently sketched on Yang Xiucheng's chest.

Yang Xiucheng grabbed her unruly hand and said, "You said, I'm leaving. Even if he doesn't kill me, he will destroy me, at least make me have no place in Shanghai."

"Shanghai is not the only city in this world." Du Lanxin bit the man's earlobe again, "Our family is going to open a second bank in Guangzhou. Follow me and I will protect you."

Yang Xiucheng frowned: "I went to the Du family, what is it? Your concubine? The Du family will just give me another manager, and they will be afraid that I am a spy of the Rong family and will not reuse me."

"Then what do you think?" Du Lanxin asked.

Yang Xiucheng sighed softly and caressed the smooth arm of the beautiful woman in his arms.

"Dissolve the engagement with Rong Jia, and we'll get married."

Du Lanxin laughed: "You said it lightly. We got engaged but signed a contract. If I want to break the contract, if the dowry is returned, all the agreements signed by the two parties will be voided. My family will also pay a sum of money. You Do you really want me to live up to the reputation of 'losing money'?"

Yang Xiucheng spread his hands: "What are your plans? The two of us eloped abroad?"

Du Lanxin burst out laughing, "I'm not going to run away! I have worked so hard to be a filial daughter for the past 20 years, and it's coming to an end. I left behind my stable inheritance and eloped with a man in vain. What do I want?"

Yang Xiucheng was amused, but he liked Du Lanxin's straightforward and straightforward, "Then what are your plans?"

Du Lanxin couldn't answer for a while.

"Then what's the point of us discussing this topic?" Yang Xiucheng sneered, "Since each of us is reluctant to live our current life, then don't change, just be a monk for one day and hit the clock."

Du Lanxin pondered for a moment, then sat up wrapped in a sheet, and looked at Yang Xiucheng seriously: "Are you confident to put Rong Jia on the air?"

Yang Xiucheng was surprised and thought about it: "It's hard to say. He has just started working with the company and is a novice. But Jiashang is really smart and can endure hardships, so it's not easy to fool. But..."

"What?" Du Lanxin's eyes lit up.

Yang Xiucheng said: "He wanted to go to the military academy at first, and he even got into the Whampoa military academy secretly. Now his uncle is forcing him to come back to take over the family business."

"Yo!" Du Lanxin laughed, "Joining the army and serving the country is such a high ideal, but Uncle Rong doesn't understand it? Don't worry, as a fiancée, I naturally have to support my fiancé in pursuit of ideals unconditionally. As for the family business, there are Are you a capable second shopkeeper?"

Yang Xiucheng said: "The two of us are really like a pair of adulterers and prostitutes."

"I'm not afraid." Du Lanxin snuggled in his arms. "When you are full of wings and my father is old and nothing else matters, I will divorce Rong Jiashang. Isn't this the best of both worlds?"

Yang Xiucheng knew that this was indeed a solution. Besides, there is no better way to go. It's just that this love came too late, leaving them in a dilemma. The two of them hugged each other, looked at the cloudless sky of Hangzhou in winter, and sighed in unison. #####

Sixty-nine

Rong Jiashang didn't know that he just got engaged and put on a green hat. He was patiently accompanying Tang Jiaji to see the house.

Uncle Tang's family moved to Shanghai this time. He had seen several large houses in advance, but he was not satisfied. It just so happened that Wu Yunchi's brother-in-law's house was a huge real estate developer, and the family just built a new block for sale. Wu Yunchi had breakfast that day, and came to the Rong's house in person, and took the Tang family to see the new house.

Because of going out, the ladies put on new clothes on purpose.

Since the women of the Tang family came to Shanghai, they refused to wear shirts and skirts, and all changed into suits. It's just that the clothes are all made in their hometown, and the styles are a bit outdated. At a glance, you can tell that they are people who have just entered the city.

The uncle complained a lot, and Mrs. Rong said that she knew a good tailor, and made an appointment to make new clothes after seeing the house. When the Miss Tang family saw the fashionable dresses and hats of the Rong family sisters, they couldn't hide their envy.

A group of women gathered together like 10,000 ducks. Not to mention croaking, and wanting to take them out, Rong Jiashang wanted to shoot himself.

At this time, the messenger reported that a miss Hashimoto was visiting.

Rong Jiashang looked up from the magazine in surprise, and saw Rong Fanglin and Rong Fanghua happily rushing to the door to greet him.

Hashimoto Shiori was wearing a peach pink dress with a snow-white cashmere coat over it, and a rabbit velvet soft hat buttoned on her pretty curly hair. She was exquisite and modern, even more eye-catching than a pictorial girl. When Young Master Tang saw her, his eyes narrowed.

"Fanglin, this is the book I told you about." Hashimoto Shiori handed a book to Rong Fanglin, and bowed his head shyly under the burning eyes of the Tang family, "Sorry, I just want to drop by. I didn't make a phone call first to deliver the book. You guys are going out. Then I'll take my leave too."

"Don't." Rong Fanghua held her back, "You rarely come to play. We want to accompany my uncle's family to see a new house. Didn't you say that your family also wants to buy a house in Shanghai? You can follow us all the way."

Shiori Hashimoto timidly glanced at Rong Jiashang, who had been silent, and said, "I'm an outsider, so I'm not ashamed."

"You are obviously an old acquaintance of our family, aren't you, big brother?" Rong Fanghua said with a smile, "big brother, why don't you come to persuade you too."

Rong Jiashang didn't want to invite Shiori Hashimoto, but refusing is not what a gentleman should say. He had to bite the bullet and said, "I just want to aggrieve Miss Hashimoto for squeezing into the car with us."

Hashimoto Shiori smiled gently: "I just want to thank you for bringing me."

Hashimoto Shiori wanted to say a few more words to Rong Jiashang, but Rong Fanghua was helpless, and pulled Hashimoto Shiori to introduce it to the Miss Tang family. The girls looked at each other in greeting, and another person came downstairs.

Feng Shizhen wore a blue-gray striped Yindanshilin cheongsam, a dark gray cashmere coat, a hat and gloves, and a small leather bag, as if he were going out. This outfit is extremely plain and unpretentious, perhaps because of the lipstick on her lips, which makes her face extraordinarily warm, fair, and beautiful.

When Rong Jia saw Feng Shizhen, he unconsciously showed a gentle smile.

This soft smile fell in Shiori Hashimoto's eyes, burning her like a spark. At the birthday party, Shiori Hashimoto's attention was all on Du Lanxin, and he didn't pay much attention to Feng Shizhen. That day, Feng Shizhen was still dressed brightly. Today, she is dressed so shabby, but she can still attract all of Rong Jiashang's attention.

Hashimoto Shiori was secretly shocked, and began to wonder if he was jealous of the wrong object.

"Miss Feng is going out?" Wu Yunchi greeted.

"Sir, come with us all the way." Rong Fanglin said, "The day after tomorrow, the Chinese and Western Nursing School will have an exam. We went out all the way, and on the way back, we happened to stop by the exam room."

"Miss Feng is so responsible." Young Master Tang said earnestly, "Then let me invite you here."

Feng Shizhen smiled at him coldly and without rudeness.

Shiori Hashimoto whispered to Rong Fanghua: "You governesses are quite a little lady-like."

Rong Fanghua said: "Mr. Feng is a strict person, and he doesn't like the glib man the most. When you get used to it, you will like her too."

Feng Shizhen lost the face of Young Master Tang, which made Rong Jiashang in a very good mood. With a whistle, he picked up the youngest boy of the Tang family, let him ride on his shoulders, and beckoned his wife to go out and get into the car.

There were eight or nine people in the Tang family, and the Rong family arranged three cars for them. But the young ladies crowded into Rong Jia and Wu Yunchi's car. Shiori Hashimoto was disdainful of squeezing with a group of village girls, so he followed Rong Fanglin and Feng Shizhen into Master Tang's car.

Hashimoto Shiori is the white camellia of the East Ying, and Feng Shizhen is the pink begonia in the west. With these two delicate flowers in the car, Tang Dashao was as happy as a mouse that fell into the rice jar, and he kept talking nonsense along the way.

"I heard that Miss Feng's English is very good. I think Jiashang's fluent conversation with foreigners is like returning from studying abroad. My English is weak. I wonder if Miss Feng can teach me too?"

"Isn't Mr. Tang about to graduate?" Feng Shizhen said indifferently, "I have to write a thesis after graduation. I'm not good at that."

Master Tang hit a wall and said to Shiori Hashimoto: "I went to Japan with my classmates during the summer vacation the year before last. Your country has beautiful scenery and unique customs. It's really a treasure island. Miss Hashimoto's home is in Where is Japan?"

Shiori Hashimoto also replied coldly: "I was born in Yingkou and grew up in Shenyang. Although my father's family is in Japan, I have never gone back."

Young Master Tang touched a gray nose between the two beauties, and his face was a little blue.

Rong Fanglin watched from the side and laughed to death. The Tang family was not her own uncle and uncle, and she looked down on Young Master Tang, and was happy to see him collapse.

Shiori Hashimoto turned to look at Feng Shizhen with a smile, and said, "I heard Kashang mentioned that he had found a very good teacher to do his homework. It turned out to be Miss Feng. I saw you and Kashang dancing at the dance that day. I thought it was the lady of the daughter."

There are needles hidden in these words. Feng Shizhen smiled softly and said, "I'll make you laugh. I just wanted to see the world and join in the fun. The protagonists of that day were Young Master Rong and Miss Du. Miss Du was a good match for the young master."

At the mention of Rong Jiashang's fiancee, Shiori Hashimoto was stabbed, and he didn't speak for a while.

After the dance, she inquired about everything about Rong Jia. She knew all about the rumors that Rong Jiashang had molested the governess, and then went to the door to plead guilty and bring people back. If Feng Shizhen didn't have any thoughts on Rong Jiashang, why would he stare at the message and come back?

Rong Fanglin laughed secretly as he watched his brother's ex-girlfriend and the current gossip object face each other with arrows. Hashimoto Shiori also found out that Feng Shizhen was not easy to deal with through this confrontation.

But no matter what, he is just a small tutor. Rong Jia went up because Hashimoto's background was not good, and he never promised her the future. Now if you change to a female teacher, it will not change.

When they got there, the Wu family brother-in-law had been waiting for a long time, and personally took Uncle Tang and his party to see the house.

Wu's brother-in-law's surname is Guo. This new-style community of Guo Jiaxiu is located in the northeast corner of Jing'an Temple. It occupies a small area, but it is all the latest small houses. In front of the door is a two-lane concrete road, and the curbs are neatly lined. The houses are all French, with inverted blue roofs, and the courtyards in the front and back are spacious.

"We hired security guards in Nan'an, and the road is patrolled all day. Every room in the house is heated, the kitchen is up-to-date, the living room is big, and the wife can hold dance parties. There are many children in the house, and you can dig in the backyard. a swimming pool."

It's just that there are more than ten people in the Tang family, and the two older sons are about to get married. The uncle and the uncle refused to separate the family, so the whole family had to huddle together. Although Guo's house is good, it is not big enough.

Shiori Hashimoto also said, "I have a lot of people in my family. My eldest brother is going to have a baby in his room, and the second brother is going to marry. Dad doesn't want to split up. So I still need a bigger house."

Brother Guo's business was not completed, but he did not show any displeasure. Instead, he enthusiastically introduced the Tang family to see other houses.

Returning to the parking lot, Shiorimoto Hashimoto walked behind Rong Jia and wanted to follow him into the same car. But Miss Tang family disdain to abide by the rules of Shanghai ladies, rudely grabbed up with a stride, and squeezed Shiori Hashimoto to a staggering position. Shiori Hashimoto almost fell, but the cousin of the Tang family grabbed the good seat of the co-pilot and gave her a provocative smile.

Hashimoto Shiori was also different from other girls. She was neither aggrieved nor tearful, nor sneered, but as if nothing had happened. With a touch of grievance and helplessness, she shook her head and smiled, and turned to Feng Shizhen and the others. side walk.

Such indifference and generosity made all the men present admire her with admiration.

Wu Yunchi immediately said to Rong Jia, "You had a good vision back then."

Rong Fanghua also whispered: "I think she is better than Sister Lan Xin."

"Don't talk nonsense." Rong Jiashang scolded lightly.

Wu Yunchi smiled and said: "To be honest, in terms of family background, the Hashimoto family is even better than the Du family. The Hashimoto family has a big family business in Japan. There are two brothers, one in politics and the other in the army. My father is a businessman, and the farm in the Northeast is so big that he can make himself a king."

"But it's a coincidence." Rong Fanghua helped. "We got to know Shiori early tomorrow, but we didn't introduce her to the eldest brother. Otherwise, if the two of you reunited sooner, maybe the eldest brother would not..."

"I told you not to talk nonsense." Rong Jiashang sank his face, "How can a marriage contract be a joke? This end is only engaged, and the other end wants to change when it sees something better. No matter how greedy and shameless it is, you can't do this. thing."

"I'm just assuming." Rong Fanghua looked unhappy, glared at her brother, turned her head and ran away.

"Don't be angry." Wu Yunchi said, "Fanghua is young, outspoken and quick-witted, and has an honest temperament."

"She will turn sixteen next month, and she is not too young." Rong Jia said, "In the future, when you go out to socialize, you will still be so open-mouthed, aren't you making trouble for yourself?"

"I think she and Fanglin really like this Miss Hashimoto more." Wu Yunchi looked at Shiori Hashimoto who was joking with Rong Fanglin, "In terms of ways to win over people, she is better than Du Lanxin."

Du Lanxin is from the big house and the only daughter. She has been doted on since childhood and is naturally arrogant and reserved. She doesn't need to please people, she can do whatever she wants in the social arena. And Hashimoto Shiori was born in the outer room. He lived in the cracks since he was a child, and he lived under the fence of others.

Rong Jia lost his cigarette butt, stepped on it at will, strode towards Feng Shizhen's car, opened the passenger's door, and looked inside.

Feng Shizhen and Rong Fanglin were surprised when they got into the car.

"My cousin and I have changed." Rong Jia said indifferently, "I don't mind."

"I can't ask for it." Rong Fanglin complained, "The eldest cousin is so loud that we can't stand it."

Hashimoto Shiori was glad that he was a step late, closed the door of the rear seat, and sat in the passenger seat following Rong Jia's hand.

Rong Jia was very gentlemanly holding the door. When she was seated, he closed the door, opened the door of the back seat, got in, and sat beside Feng Shizhen.

Shiori Hashimoto's face suddenly froze.

"Is it not crowded?" Rong Jiashang looked at Feng Shizhen with a smile, "I didn't rest well last night, so I was a little tired from driving."

The faint scent of cologne water on his body drifted into Feng Shizhen's nose. Through several layers of clothing, Feng Shizhen felt that he could feel the scorching body temperature of the young man.

"You..." Feng Shizhen just opened his mouth, and the servant came to drive. She had to close her mouth.

The car turned a corner and exited the gate of the community. Following the inertia, Rong Jia leaned over to Feng Shizhen's side, lifted his hand to support Feng Shizhen's waist, and pressed half of his body on top of her.

Feng Shizhen was like a frightened cat, covered in fur.

But in the next second, Rong Jia took his hand back and sat down sternly, without looking sideways, as if nothing had happened.

Shiori Hashimoto turned his head to see this scene out of the corner of his eye, and said softly to the driver, "Please drive slowly, I'm a little motion sick."

The driver hurriedly released the accelerator and drove carefully, not daring to make another sharp turn.