City of Streamer

Shang refused coldly, "I have something to do when I go back."

"Going to find that Miss Feng?" Du Lanxin sneered softly, "Actually, since she left the Rong's house, it will be more convenient for the two of you to communicate with each other."

Rong Jiashang said coldly, "It's none of your business."

"You are my fiancé. You have another woman, why is it none of my business?" Du Lanxin put her hand on Rong Jia's thigh half-jokingly. "How is it? How far have you two progressed?"

Rong Jiashang was unmoved and said, "Yang Xiucheng hasn't fed you yet in Yangzhou?"

Du Lanxin's hand shrank back as if it was scalded, "You..."

"Only I know." Rong Jia said, "I'm not interested in letting everyone know that I'm wearing a green hat. You should be more restrained."

"Are you worried about me?" Du Lanxin's eyes were as soft as autumn water, rippling in the dark carriage.

"The two of us are tied together now." Rong Jia didn't even look at her, "Give me some face, Du Lanxin. You said it yourself, after giving birth to a son, we have nothing to do with each other."

Du Lanxin snorted in disappointment and withdrew her affectionate gaze.

"You should pay attention. You and that Miss Feng are almost in time for the romantic movie. At the dinner just now, your cousin just had a few words with Fang Lin and the others about the Feng family. Fortunately, the elders didn't see it, otherwise I wouldn't be able to help you back. Are you sleeping?"

Rong Jia stepped on the brakes with one foot, and both of them suddenly shrugged forward.

"Didn't fall asleep?" Du Lanxin giggled, "Yes. It's because I haven't gotten it yet, so I'm still so persistent."

"Have you said enough?" Rong Jiashang was very impatient, "It's here, you can get off!"

Du Lanxin looked out, and across the road was the brightly lit door of the Licha Hotel. She was in no hurry to get out of the car, rolled down the window a little, and lit a lady's cigarette.

"It's really boring." Du Lanxin exhaled blue-grey smoke, "It's really boring these days."

Rong Jia sneered: "You were very confident when you got engaged. It's been less than a month, and you can't stand it? Darling, we're not married yet."

Du Lanxin put on the fox fur coat on her body, her gorgeous face was sunken in the fur and down, looking a little tired and haggard.

"I've been thinking about what you said to me in the past few days." There was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, "You ask me, do you want to have a real relationship that doesn't involve identity, money, It's just two people who simply love each other."

"But you made fun of me." Rong Jia said, "What? Have you found true love?"

Du Lanxin took a deep breath and said, "We've come this far, so what if we find it? Women always suffer, either by being bound by family or by love. That's why your Miss Feng refuses to obey you. How could a free soul be so willing to be imprisoned like this?"

Rong Jia was silent.

Du Lanxin threw the cigarette **** out of the car window and opened the door.

"Jia Shang," she turned back and looked at her fiancé in the car with the warm yellow light of the hotel behind her back, her eyes were very gentle and sincere, "Just take it as a good thing and let that Miss Feng go. Don't provoke her like that again in the future. A good home. What a waste."

Half of Rong Jia's handsome face was bathed in the warm lights of the hotel, generally immersed in the icy blue, and he appeared to be several years older than his age. He silently watched Du Lanxin swaying toward the bright hotel, dressed in gorgeous fur, as if walking into a golden cage. #####

eighty

When I got home, it was almost midnight. The Rong family mansion was quiet, and everyone fell asleep.

Rong Jia went back to the room last time and habitually looked across. Feng Shizhen's window was pitch black.

Rong Jia took off his clothes and stood under the sand. The warm water washed his young, well-textured body. He closed his eyes, his thoughts were racing, and his heart was beating fast.

The melody of the dance music sounded in his ears again, and Rong Jiashang seemed to have returned to yesterday evening, and once again pressed the gentle woman against the wall.

This time, Feng Shizhen did not resist. She breathed lightly beside his ear, with an ambiguous nasal voice, her fingers combed the short hair tied behind his head, down the back of his neck, down to his back, and hugged him tightly. Her skin was as smooth as silk, her body exuded the warmth of the sun, and she was open to him without reservation.

His temples throbbed with pain in excitement, and he sank indulgently, sinking deep into the softness, intoxicated...

The next day, the sky outside the window was a washed-out blue, and the sun shone through the window glass, making people feel warm. Rong Jia sat behind the desk with black coffee on top, rubbing his throbbing temple while looking at the documents.

Those boring numbers, stereotyped reports, and unsightly instructions are thickly stacked on the desk. Rong Jiashang's face was tense, forcing himself to look hard and give clear instructions quickly, but he couldn't help but glance at the phone on the table.

Would you like to make a phone call and ask the subordinate who went to see it to see what she was doing?

Shopping with Mrs. Feng? Or decoction for Mr. Feng?

I really want the flower shop to send her a bunch of flowers. The pink and light yellow peony is the most suitable for her. She didn't collect Meng Xian's flowers. Maybe it's just a show to deceive his trust. But what woman doesn't love flowers?

no! This will only make it more difficult for her. He didn't want her name to be with himself in the tabloids. She should be innocent and clean.

Rong Jiashang threw away the annotated document and opened the next one.

He remembered the ecstasy dream of last night. His face was hot, as if being scorched by the scorching sun, but he was not ashamed.

Maybe from the first day, he was attracted to her. Otherwise, there are so many beautiful girls in the new city, he can't avoid it, but he is pulled into the dance floor by an unfamiliar woman in plain clothes.

Or maybe he was pulled into a carefully woven trap by her from that moment...

The phone rang suddenly. Rong Jia's hand shook, and a large cloud of ink dripped from the fountain pen. He looked at the smeared document in disgust, dropped his pen, and took the phone.

"Eldest Young Master," came the rigorous and capable voice of her subordinates, "Miss Feng went out and called a rickshaw, saying she was going to Yangjingbang Catholic Church."

Rong Jia said calmly, "I see."

He hung up the phone, stared at the document for three seconds, stood up abruptly, grabbed his coat and hat, and strode out.

After all, it is winter, and although the sun is big, the wind blowing on the face is still stinging cold. Feng Shizhen tightened his coat and scarf, sat on the rickshaw, and passed through the lively market.

She got out of the car at the gate of Yangjingbang Catholic Church. This is a small road, and it is not a Sunday. The front of the church is very deserted. Only the pigeons are circling in the blue sky on the roof, making a restless chirping.

Feng Shizhen pushed open the heavy side door and walked in. It was quiet in the church, no one was there, not even the priest. Feng Shizhen lit a candle and offered it on the desk, then walked towards the altar. She was wearing leather shoes, and the sound of her footsteps was amplified by the special structure of the church and echoed in the empty hall.

Feng Shizhen sat down on the bench in the second row in front, took out the silver cross that was warmed by his body temperature, and pressed it on his chest. She lowered her head and closed her eyes, her slender, snow-white neck was covered with soft strands of hair.

After a while, the door was opened again. The steady footsteps of the man came all the way and stopped beside her. The faint scent of disinfectant floated, and the man sat down next to her.

"Come on, Shizhen." Feng Shixun's voice was heavy, and he obviously knew that this conversation would not be very pleasant, "I was on the night shift yesterday, and I only saw the note you asked the nurse to leave this morning. Family, there is something you can't go home for. Say, you have to find a church?"

Feng Shizhen opened his eyes, but did not raise his head. With grievance and cowardice on her face, she looked like a child who got into trouble.

"I'm sorry, brother."

Rong Jia was sitting in the compartment of the confession room, listening to clear voices from a few meters away.

His hand touched the inner pocket of his chest, and he took out a string of Nanhong bracelets from it. After a dispute yesterday, it was left in his hand, and he forgot to return it for a while. In the dim light, the agate beads were as bright red as pigeon blood, plucked one by one by the young man's slender and well-proportioned fingers.

Feng Shizhen said, "The younger brother Zhang you introduced to me before, I thought about it, let's forget it?"

"Oh? I thought you had a good impression of him." Feng Shixun's voice was full of anger and anger, and he didn't seem to care much, "If you don't like it, forget it. But my mother has been very pressing about you recently. , said that finding someone is a fortune-telling, saying that you will have a bloodbath next year, and you must find a noble person to protect you. This Xiao Zhang's character is very suitable for you, you can just reject him, and I am afraid that he will still be Urging you to find the next one."

Feng Shizhen laughed and laughed, "It's all feudal superstition. Big brother, you came back from overseas, why are you still playing with your mother? I just quit my job, I just want to rest at home for a while, and I don't want to see anyone."

Feng Shixun's eyes were complicated, and he stared at the girl gloomily: "So, you rejected Xiao Zhang, not for any other reason?"

"What else?" Feng Shizhen's eyes dodged.

Feng Shixun's eyes were sharp, and his voice was stern: "You think that if you are sloppy, I don't know anything? Mrs. Sun brought her son over for an examination today, and she told me everything! You were involved in the harassment of Rong Jia before. Rong Jiayin's private affairs, and your sudden resignation yesterday. Shizhen, you really know how to hide it!"

Feng Shizhen looked at his brother in astonishment, there was a kind of fear that the secret of shame was noticed by those close to him, and his delicate face quickly flushed.

When Feng Shixun saw the girl's expression, he knew that what Aunt Sun said was true. Anger burst out from the bottom of my heart like lava, straight to the top of my head. He cast aside the gentle brother's face and exploded completely.

"What are you thinking, Shizhen? That Rong Jiashang is the most typical playboy, and teasing you is just for fun. You were so sober before, why are you confused now? You don't want your reputation? No wonder you asked me out. Talk about things here. This is really not for parents to hear!"

Feng Shixun's voice was getting louder and louder, and it echoed repeatedly over the church, like a ghost roaring.

Feng Shizhen lowered his head sullenly and said in a low voice, "Don't get excited, I really have nothing to do with him. Haven't I already resigned? You have to believe me!"

"You said nothing, but can gossips follow your command?" Feng Shixun said coldly, "You don't want face, our Feng family wants it. If parents find out about this, what will they think?"

"Don't tell them." Feng Shizhen said hurriedly, "Young Master Rong and I are really innocent..."

"Really?" Feng Shixun said, "Did you reject Xiao Zhang just for Rong Jia? Do you also have unrealistic expectations for him?"

Rong Jia closed his eyes for the first half, his face expressionless, but the movement of moving the beads gradually accelerated.

"Brother," Feng Shizhen struggled in vain, "this matter is not as dirty as you think. We are friends..."

"He's the son of a rich family, and you are a poor schoolgirl. What kind of friends can you be?" Feng Shixun looked down at his younger sister from a condescending height, his face was frosty, and his attitude was extremely firm, "The Rong family is too deceiving, and if you take advantage, you can just make any excuses. Perfunctory? No, I'm going to ask him, Rong Jiashang, who does he take my sister for?"

He grabbed Feng Shizhen's wrist hard, pulled her up, and dragged her to the door.

"Brother! Brother!" Feng Shizhen shouted anxiously, struggling hard, "Brother, don't do this! Listen to me..."

Feng Shixun roared: "I don't listen. I'm your elder brother, you should listen to me!"

Rong Jia plucked the beads as fast as he could nervously, his face was almost sullen, and his eyes were filled with ice and snow.

Among the hurried and messy footsteps was Feng Shizhen's almost crying voice.

"Brother, I beg you! Brother..." Feng Shizhen blurted out, "Brother, I like him!"

As if someone had unplugged the speaker's power cord, all the sound stopped abruptly.

Rong Jia's hand stopped, and the pigeon's blood red hands swayed gently between his fingers. His Adam's apple slipped and he swallowed hard, saliva all the way down, moistening his parched throat.

Outside, Feng Shixun said in disbelief, "What are you talking about?"

Feng Shixun slumped his shoulders and looked at his brother in dismay. She didn't know that the painful confession from her mouth was like the sweetest and most mellow wine, which poured into Rong Jiashang's heart and lungs, rushing and burning in his blood vessels, instantly freezing the frozen eyes. Melted into a wave of spring water.

"I like him, big brother. I liked him the first time I saw him. I wanted to resist, but I couldn't. Just silently liked him, it wouldn't get in the way of anyone anyway, would it?"

Feng Shixun's face was gray and defeated, and he stared at his sister who was about to cry in pain. His lips moved, but he couldn't say a word.

"I'm sorry, big brother." Eyelashes trembled, tears like broken crystals finally rolled down, "I shouldn't like him, I did something wrong. I've been adjusting my emotions, but I need time..."

Rong Jiashang raised the hand holding the Nan Hongzhu string and pressed it against the violently undulating left chest.

My heart was already beating so fast that it was like a car whose brakes failed. It slammed left and right in my chest and was about to burst out. And the hot blood, like boiling water, was transported to the whole body, and his ears were full of thumping heartbeats and rhythms of surging blood.

Feng Shixun raised his hand and gently stroked Feng Shizhen's wet cheeks with his knuckles, like stroking a dewy flower. His eyes flickered with cold and decisive light, and he sneered, "Do you like Rong Jiashang? What kind of good people do you think the Rong family is?"

Rong Jiashang was keenly aware that something was wrong, and subconsciously put his hand on the door handle of the confession room.

But Feng Shixun's voice sounded first: "The fire in Wenchun was set by Rong Dingkun's orders!"

The dead silence permeated again. Rong Jiashang held on to the bracelet tightly, suppressing the urge to push the door out.

"You know it now." Feng Shixun sneered sharply, "Are you surprised? When I knew it, it was your expression."

A wonderful sense of relaxation made Rong Jia chuckle for a while.

Did she not know before?

Then she would have no motive and no suspicion.

But she knows now.

Rong Jiashang stared blankly at the door, his mouth slightly open, his expression indescribably complicated. #####

eighty-one

For a long time, everyone who held their breath was suffocated, and Feng Shizhen's almost dying voice sounded: "What evidence do you have?"

"Mrs. Sun told me personally." Feng Shixun said, "You don't have to believe it, anyway, I believe it! It's the Rong family who are building the house in Wen Chunli now. Haven't you thought about the connection?"

Feng Shizhen said weakly, "I...I don't dare to think about it..."

"So you still doubted it." Feng Shixun gritted his teeth, "Not to mention that Rong Jiashang is already engaged, do you still want to be his concubine?"

"Of course not!" Feng Shizhen resisted hurriedly like a deer who was driven to the edge of the cliff, "Can't I just like someone quietly? It's just my own business. Dingkun did it. But Rong Jia wasn't even in Shanghai at the time..."

"Shizhen!" Feng Shixun was furious, raised his hand and almost wanted to slap the girl, but he couldn't. He clasped his sister's shoulders with hatred and shook her hard, "What evil do you have? Rong Jia is Rong Dingkun's son! Do you want to be with your enemy's son?"

"No..." Feng Shizhen let out a faint whimper, which was completely different from the calm and self-sufficient attitude she used to be in front of others.

Rong Jiashang suddenly developed a strong hatred for Feng Shixun. Hate that he is so cruel for persecuting Feng Shizhen, forcing her to be so strong, so calm, is on the verge of collapse.

"I don't know about this." Feng Shizhen said ruthlessly, "If it's true, then I will never have another relationship with Rong Jia!"

Feng Shixun's face softened as seen with the naked eye, still ashen, but his eyes have softened a lot.

"Listen to my brother, the Rong family is not clean. I don't even know what they think. They know that you came from Wen Chunli, and they hired you to teach. How can he be his opponent? No matter what you are thinking or why the Rong family is staying, for your safety, you should leave the Rong family immediately!"

Feng Shizhen slumped his shoulders and nodded slowly, "I see. I'll leave today."

Feng Shixun breathed a long sigh of relief, stretched out his arms around the girl, pressed it on his chest, and pressed his lips to the top of her hair.

"I know you've been wronged. It doesn't matter. Big brother is here. Big brother can protect you."

Feng Shizhen rested his cheeks against his brother's warm chest, leaning on him wholeheartedly as he did when he was a child. She had a ghost in her heart, and calculated her elder brother, so embarrassed that she didn't dare to look up, so she hummed meekly, and wholeheartedly pretended to be a weak, confused, younger sister who needed to be protected.

Feng Shixun has an operation later, and he made an appointment with Feng Shizhen to pick her up at Rong's house after get off work in the afternoon. Feng Shizhen said that he wanted to stay in the church for a while, but Feng Shixun only thought that the girl was too upset and needed to pray to God, so she went.

"Be strong, Shizhen." Feng Shixun gently kissed his sister's forehead and hurried away.

Feng Shizhen watched as his brother's back was engulfed by the sunlight outside the church door.

The door was closed, blocking out the bright sun, and the coldness climbed up her body along her legs, soaking every bone of hers.

The hour bell rang suddenly. Feng Shizhen's strength was drained, and he slumped down on the bench amidst the sound of the bell.

Rong Jiashang looked greedily at the figure from the crack of the door, watching Feng Shizhen buried his face in his palms, his shoulders trembling. His eyes were hot, bloodshot, and with all his strength, he controlled not to rush out, and pressed the thin and fragile body into his arms.

At the sound of the bell, Rong Jiashang opened the door to the lounge behind the confession room and walked out. He walked out of the church without stopping, and got into the car that had been waiting at the intersection.

The subordinate glanced at the young master's face, and shuddered secretly.

Just as Rong Jia's car was leaving the block, Feng Shizhen also stood up, rubbed his pale face, and walked into the confession room.

Moments later, the priest entered next door, his black robe rustling. A faint scent of cigars drifted through the lattice windows.

"Father, I want to confess." Feng Shizhen's voice was clear and calm, and he didn't cry at all.

"Lord bless you, child." Meng Xian's voice was condescending.

Feng Shizhen was stunned for a moment, and said in a low voice, "I didn't know it was you who came here in person."

"I haven't seen us Xiao Shizhen for a long time, and I miss you a little." Meng Xu'an's words were gentle and smiling, as always, "You acted very well just now, Shizhen. People have already left, if you have anything to say, you can say it with confidence. ."

"Seventh Master is polite." Feng Shizhen said indifferently, "There is something you need to know about that golden unicorn..."

Meng Xu'an seemed a little careless listening to Feng Shizhen's report.

Through the grid, the bloodless lips opened and closed, and there were deep tooth marks on them. Meng Xian's fingers were itchy and wanted to touch it.

"Seventh Master?" Feng Shizhen asked.

"Well... I see." Meng Xian said, "The Rong family is worthy of being the leader of the smuggling circle, and there are many ways to find out the whereabouts of antiques. I searched for more than half a year before, but I never thought that the object fell into the hands of the Japanese. That golden unicorn, I I only saw it in the safe twice when I was a child. In the eyes of the child, it is just a golden lump, but my father and grandfather regard it as a treasure. Rong Dingkun is such an old trickster and slippery, he even knows how to grind off a whisker and make a mark It's a pity that the price will be discounted. But this golden unicorn is not a priceless thing, but it is of great significance to our Meng family."

Feng Shizhen said: "The legend is one of the burial objects of the King of Yue?"

"The old people in the family always think that this golden unicorn is auspicious and can keep the family safe." Meng Xu'an smiled lightly, "It is said that the golden unicorn changed hands twice in our ancestors, and the Meng family was severely damaged. It's getting better. I didn't believe it at first. A family lasts for a hundred or two hundred years, and there are always ups and downs. But speaking of it, after the eldest sister stole the golden unicorn to Rong Dingkun, the Meng family really changed. Sickness, sickness, death..."

Feng Shizhen said calmly: "But the seventh master has reinvigorated the Meng family without the golden unicorn now? It can be seen that the matter is artificial, and the rise and fall of the family also depends on the talents of the descendants and the current situation."

Meng Xu'an smiled and nodded, "But before my grandfather and father died, they were still talking about finding the golden unicorn. It's been seventeen years, and today there is finally news."

"The seventh master is filial piety." Feng Shizhen said.

Meng Xuan turned the topic back to Feng Shizhen and said, "You encouraged Rong Jia to go up against Rong Dingkun? Are you sure that Rong Jia will do that for you?"

Feng Shizhen sneered softly: "He was already fighting against Rong Dingkun, I just added myself to the victory. Men, who would do the right thing with his father just for a woman? Really let him fight for it. Yes, still freedom and ideals.”

Meng Xu'an looked at Feng Shizhen's calm and flawless eyes through the lattice window, and said, "In this case, it's a good move for you to leave the Rong residence first. If he can't catch you, he knows that you can leave at any time, and then he will take you more seriously. Don't worry. It's just that this made your elder brother misunderstood, how can you explain it when you go back?"

"Thank you, Seventh Master, for your care." Feng Shizhen said lightly, "As long as I explain it well, my elder brother should understand."

Meng Xian looked at the blurry and beautiful profile next door, and chuckled, "Do you really like him that much?"

Feng Shizhen turned a deaf ear and stood up, "If there is no other order, I will leave."

Meng Xian sat in the confession room with his legs crossed, listening to Feng Shizhen's resolute footsteps gradually receding. #####

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