City of Streamer

"I knew it." Rong Jia took Feng Shizhen's hand and kissed the back of her hand in the dark. His lips were soft and hot, imprinting a reverent and confident imprint on the smooth, cold skin.

"I know you like me so much that you can't control yourself. I know that because of this, Wen Chunli's incident hurt you so deeply that you avoided me. I know you can't be seen by me. I cried where I went, knowing that you will secretly miss me, and when you think of me, your heart will hurt as much as I do..."

Feng Shizhen suddenly struggled hard, trying to pull his hand back. Rong Jiashang grabbed her fiercely and pushed her against the wall, trapping her between his arms.

In the dark alley, the only weak light was not enough for the two to see each other's expressions clearly, but they could still capture the emotional starlight shining in each other's eyes.

After a moment of silence, it was unclear who took the initiative first, and the four lips were glued together. The two hugged each other tightly, kissing frantically, their lips and tongues intertwined, and their breaths blended together. Their souls vibrated, and a long resonance sounded in their brains.

In this strange town, walking in the chaotic darkness, they temporarily detached from their original identities. Only the rich boy and his former tutor, only a pious young man, and the woman he loves. They kissed fiercely, using all their strength to hug each other, tasting the sweetness of each other's lips and tongue and the saltiness of the tears in the corners of their eyes. The heartbeat is as frantic as the dense raindrops of a summer rainstorm, and the breath is so hot that it can burn the air.

But the intense kiss gradually subsided. They gasped, stroked each other's cheeks, traced each other's outlines with their fingertips, touched their lips lightly, sucked tenderly, rubbed their noses, and rubbed their noses affectionately. This lingering and gentle kiss lasted for a long time, and the two enjoyed it and indulged in it.

"I love you." Rong Jiashang sighed, hugged Rong Jiashang tightly, and buried his hot face between her neck.

Feng Shizhen hugged him, his hands lovingly caressed the rough short hair on the back of his head, his chest was sore, and his heart almost lost the strength to beat.

They embraced in the dark for a long time, until the drizzle wet their hair and shoulders.

The next day, it rained again before dawn. Rong Jiashang woke up to the sound of rain. The room was dark and dank, causing him to be in a trance for a while, thinking that he had returned to the military academy with poor accommodation in Chongqing.

And the life in the military academy has made him develop excellent work and rest habits. He got up from the bed in a jiffy and washed himself with cold water.

When Feng Shizhen came to knock on the door, he was shaving in front of the mirror and opened the door with a chin foam. Feng Shizhen looked at his **** vest in astonishment, and the young man's fit and sturdy body could be seen at a glance. With broad shoulders and slender waist, straight and slender legs, a strong youthful and masculine breath blows at him.

"Aren't you... cold?" Feng Shizhen was at a loss, standing at the door and didn't come in.

"I'm used to it in the military academy." Rong Jiashang wiped the foam on his chin, glanced at Feng Shizhen's blushing cheeks with a half-smile, picked up the clothes on the back of the chair, and put them on. .

The two went downstairs for breakfast. The Rong family's men drove the car over, picked up the two, and headed out of the town.

Out of the town, there is not even a decent road, and the rainy days have soaked the dirt road. The car was swaying, and the two people sitting in the back seat of the car were so stunned that they couldn't stop falling on each other. Feng Shizhen just got up in a hurry, and before he could sit still, when the car shook, Rong Jia jumped on top of her.

The young man's body was heavy and hard, pressing down like a warm boulder. Afraid of crushing her, Rong Jiashang stretched out his hand to support her on the seat, but tied Feng Shizhen between his arms. #####

ninety five

The sequelae of last night's hot kiss came on slowly, my heart was beating out of control, and even my breath was chaotic. But the madness of last night was covered by darkness, but now it is broad daylight.

"Get out of the way!" Feng Shizhen said in a low voice with a sullen face.

Rong Jia sat up calmly and straightened the collar of his suit coat.

"This road is really bumpy, sir, sit tight..."

Before the word "steady" was finished, the tire of the car hit a stone and jumped suddenly. Feng Shizhen took a breath, and fell towards Rong Jia, falling into Rong Jia's open arms.

Rong Jia put his upper arms together, hugged her firmly, and shouted forward, "Slow down!"

"I'm sorry, eldest young master." The driver saw in the rearview mirror that Rong Jia was very beautiful, and he apologized with a mocking smile.

Feng Shizhen has such a sharp temper, why can't he hear it? She immediately pushed Rong Jia up angrily, trying to struggle out of his arms.

Rong Jia held her up and said solemnly: "Sitting together like this, the center of gravity is much more stable, and it is not easy to fall and get injured. Haven't you studied physics, sir?"

Feng Shizhen said angrily: "Isn't it much better to get out of the car and walk if you don't want to fall? Let go!"

Rong Jia angrily released his hand.

The driver quickly slammed the accelerator, the wheel ran over a large puddle, and the body jerked violently. Before Feng Shizhen could sit up, he fell back into Rong Jiashang's arms.

"Look!" Rong Jiashang hugged her righteously, his lips pressed against her cold ear, and whispered, "It's not that I don't want to let go."

Feng Shizhen's face was flushed to the base of his ears, and even the small section of his originally snow-white neck that was exposed under the scarf was dyed crimson. With a bodyguard sitting in front, she didn't dare to struggle vigorously. But Rong Jiashang wasn't afraid of her and her twisting, but instead adjusted her posture and hugged her tighter.

"Stop moving." Rong Jiashang's voice was low and hoarse, "I'll just hug you, there won't be many opportunities in the future."

Feng Shizhen seemed to have stepped a step empty, and his heart skipped a beat. Before she even realized it, her body had already surrendered and compromised.

The car wobbled along the empty wilderness trail, the clouds were low overhead, and the harvested rice lay in the fields. Feng Shizhen snuggled up on Rong Jiashang's warm chest and looked at the scenery of the midwinter suburbs with him. Fingers clasped together again involuntarily, and neither of them spoke.

After a long time, the car stopped in front of an earth temple.

It happened to be sunny, and the thin sunlight shone from behind the clouds and shone on the gray bricks and mottled walls of the temple. The incense in the small temple is obviously not very prosperous, and the front door is very deserted. In the courtyard, a little novice was sweeping the floor, and when he saw the donor, he bowed and saluted. There was an old host who greeted him.

Feng Shizhen came here every year, and the host recognized her and invited her in after the greeting.

The side hall was filled with rows of tablets. Feng Shizhen skillfully found the tablet of his biological mother, lit the incense candle, then took out the handkerchief and carefully wiped the dust on the tablet.

Rong Jiashang stood quietly by the side, watching Feng Shizhen's every move. The tablet was very simple, with the words "God Lord of the Bai Family" written on it.

Feng Shizhen squatted down, offered a fruit plate and lit incense candles.

Rong Jia originally thought that Feng Shizhen was here to visit the ancestors of the Feng family. But Feng Shizhen was obviously just here to worship the Bai clan. He stood by and watched for a long time, and couldn't help but ask, "Shizhen, who is this senior from you?"

Feng Shizhen was a little surprised that he would ask such a question and said, "She is my mother."

Rong Jiashang didn't expect such an answer. He was stunned for a while before continuing to ask, "Is that your mother? The one from your family..."

"It's my adoptive parents." Feng Shizhen also looked surprised, "I thought Yang Xiucheng had checked my background clearly, but you didn't know that I was an orphan adopted by the Feng family."

"What?" Rong Jiashang couldn't help but shouted, remembering that he was in front of the tomb again, he hurriedly bowed to the tombstone, and said in a low voice, "This is not written in your information. You are not from the Feng family?"

"No." Feng Shizhen nodded again and whispered, "When I was a child, my mother took me and my brother to relatives, and halfway through... I encountered a robber. My mother was killed, and my brother was lost. The Feng family rescued me. I, raised me and treated me like myself. In my heart, the Feng family couple are my parents, and the elder brother is my elder brother!"

No matter how you kiss it, it will be across the belly!

The Feng family is fine. Feng Shizhen knew his life experience, and Feng Shixun must also know that his sister was adopted. Then looking back at Feng Shixun's fanatical desire to protect his sister, Rong Jiashang finally felt where his previous wrongness came from. It turned out that he had long felt that Feng Shixun was wrong. It turns out that they are not siblings!

"What about your family?" Rong Jia asked, "What was your surname?"

Feng Shizhen shook his head, "I don't remember. I was only two or three years old at the time, and I was frightened again. I only remembered that my name was Zhenzhen and my maiden name was Bai. she."

Feng Shizhen lit the paper money with incense candles, and burned them one by one.

Rong Jia squatted down and helped her burn paper money together.

"The Feng family didn't hide your background."

"I didn't know it when I was a child." Feng Shizhen said: "When I was in my teens, I was told by a talkative relative in my hometown. So my parents told me all about it, and said that my mother had blocked me in order to let me escape. I was killed by the gangster's knife and died tragically. Now that I know my background, let me come back every year to offer incense to my mother."

Rong Jia asked, "Then you haven't found your other relatives?"

"I looked for it, but I couldn't find it." Feng Shizhen said, "My mother died on the way, and all the luggage was burned. Our mother and son are not locals, and we don't know anyone. My father gave the mayor some money back then. , said that if anyone came to look for our mother and son, remember to tell us. But twenty years have passed, and no one has ever come to look for it."

She smiled wryly, watching the paper money being engulfed by the flames, "I already have a good life. The Feng family treats me as if they were their own, and even sent me to college. My brother, I heard that he was only a few months old, he should have been ... The robber took it away, and now I don't know how things are going."

Rong Jiashang held Feng Shizhen's warm hand that was roasted by the fire.

"He will live well, Shizhen. He may also meet good people and grow up safely. He may not remember that he has a sister, but if you meet, you will recognize him at a glance."

Feng Shizhen smiled softly at him. Although she knew that these were just a few words of consolation that were too fanciful, she still felt genuine concern in it.

"If..." Feng Shizhen said softly.

"What?" Rong Jia asked.

Feng Shizhen shook his head with a wry smile, and bowed to the tablet of his biological mother in the light of smoke.

It would be great if... you weren't Rong Dingkun's son.

When I came out of the main hall, the wind was blowing and the clouds were scattered. The bright sun filled the small courtyard, and the sky was getting better than just now.

Rong Jiashang took the money and asked the host to cook a vegetarian meal, then looked up at the sky and said to Feng Shizhen, "It will take a while for the meal to be ready. I saw the wax plum blossoms on the back hillside before I entered the door just now, and Huang Cancan looked strangely beautiful. Why don't we go around?"

The clear winter sunshine is like a polished crystal glass. Rong Jia's handsome and fair face is separated from the barrier of this sunshine. The strong eyebrows and eyes are a little hazy, but the smile is more and more warm, with a warm appeal.

Feng Shizhen's stagnation caused by recalling the past was immediately diluted by his smile, and his heart returned lightly. She let out a long sigh of relief, nodded and smiled.

The two bypassed the Arhat Hall and the house where the monks lived, and exited the temple through the back door. The mountain road is a small road paved with gray stone slabs. Most of it has been covered by weeds. The moss on it has been wetted by the rain, and it slips when you step on it.

Rong Jiashang walked sideways in front, carefully holding Feng Shizhen's hand and leading her way.

"Foot on the grass, not slippery. It's okay, the bottom is solid."

Feng Shizhen stepped on it, and as soon as Rong Jia exerted force on his upper arm, he pulled her up. Inertia made Feng Shizhen lean towards Rong Jia, hitting his elbow on his lower abdomen.

The young man's muscles were strong and elastic, and he truly bounced back the impact, causing Feng Shizhen's heart to be in a mess. Her cheeks were hot, a thin blush spread out from under her fair skin, and a mass of heat was churning in her body for a while.

Did the afterglow of last night's incident last a little too long?

The two walked up for a while, the stone road was gone, and there were only dead grass and shrubs that were almost kneeless, as well as a dozen or twenty winter plum trees. Facing the wind and bathing in the winter sun, it is the only bright and vivid color in this desolate and sedimentary countryside.

Rong Jia is also exaggerating. It has not yet reached the coldest season, and most of the branches are still budding flower bones, only one blooming on the branch facing the sun, yellow and heavy, swaying gently in the wind. The clear and cold fragrance seems to be at the tip of your nose, but you can't catch it when you want to taste it carefully.

"Sir, be careful that the sock is scratched by the bush." ​​Rong Jia urged, "Why don't you stand here and don't move. Which one do you like, I'll pick it for you."

"Forget it." Feng Shizhen said, "If you take it back all the way, it won't look good. Just leave them on the branch. This will make it look good."

Rong Jia smiled and put his hand back into his pocket.

The two stood side by side, one side was the trembling winter plum, and the other was the hills and plains of the south of the Yangtze River with a wide field of vision. The wind is like a mischievous hand, driving the clouds in the sky to and fro, and the earth also flickers.

And the wind blew from this open field, swept over the treetops and branches, brushed the body of the two side by side, and then flew to the vast distance under the blue sky.

Feng Shizhen suddenly said: "When I was in college, I read a book on geology, saying that the place where we were standing was a vast ocean hundreds of millions of years ago. What will it be like."

"Maybe it has become a sea again." Rong Jiashang said, "Maybe in the future, people will live on high mountains, surrounded by water, and go out to go to relatives to row a boat."

Feng Shizhen was amused by him and laughed, and added: "There is also a book about archaeology, which records many submerged cities in submarine lakes. Those cities were once very prosperous, but unfortunately, when the flood came, everything was washed away. ."

"Really?" Rong Jia turned his head to look at Feng Shizhen, with a playful smile on his lips, "If Shanghai is flooded someday, I will row a boat and take you to escape. I don't know when you were still there. Will you come with me?"

Feng Shizhen smiled sadly, "Since it's flooded everywhere, where can we both go?"

"Escape to the ends of the earth!" Rong Jia smiled vigorously, his eyebrows and eyes widened, his eyes were as bright as cold stars, and the whole handsome face was shining. Feng Shizhen's heart was stabbed fiercely by the light, and the pain made her breath surge, but she couldn't look away. #####

ninety-six

She was stunned, as if she had been casted a spell, listening to the young man say in a light and pleasant tone: "I should drive a plane to pick you up. Take you and fly to the plateau with mountains. Pass through the clouds. , there is a vast ocean under our feet. Just the two of us, we are going forward, and we have been flying to the end of the world."

Feng Shizhen's throat was choked, and a soreness rushed towards his nose.

"Fool." Her voice was hoarse. "You will take your wife and children with you, and I will take care of my husband. How can I go on your plane?"

The light on Rong Jia's face disappeared, and the smile froze at the corner of his mouth.

"Yes, it's a disappointment." He raised his hand and squeezed the brim of his hat, his face hidden in the shadows, the gray was unknown.

Feng Shizhen felt more and more sad, and said, "It's also because we have nothing to worry about. By the time the flood comes, the two of us will have been dead for thousands of years."

"Yeah." Rong Jiashang smiled indifferently.

"Let's go." Feng Shizhen looked towards the temple where the smoke was floating below, "The meal is almost ready."

She walked down the road carefully.

Behind him, a fluttering voice came: "Then do you believe in an afterlife?"

Feng Shizhen's feet slipped and his body staggered.

"Be careful!" Rong Jia held her up and pulled her back two steps.

Feng Shizhen blushed, and even his earlobes were pink. She is usually a quick-witted person, why is she clumsy like a toddler today, unable to walk all of a sudden?

Rong Jia looked at her helplessly and sighed, "Come on, it seems that's the only way!"

When Feng Shizhen was not sure, Rong Jiashang was already half-squatting with his back to her.

"bring it on."

Feng Shizhen looked at the man's broad shoulders and didn't react for a while.

"Come on!" Rong Jia turned around and urged, "I have something to do. Let the disciple carry Mr. down the mountain."

Feng Shizhen felt that he was probably blusher than the monkey's ass. She clearly knew that she should refuse, but she stretched out her hand unexpectedly and put it lightly on Rong Jia's shoulder. It was obvious that her hands and feet were entangled when they kissed last night, but now she is tied up. Rong Jia Shang was impatient, grabbed her hand and pulled it, standing up behind her back.

Feng Shizhen was startled, and the moment he rose up, he reflexively wrapped his arms around Rong Jia's neck. However, Rong Jia came over to hug her thigh with his backhand, and he didn't know whether he touched her buttocks intentionally or unintentionally.

Feng Shizhen screamed and shrugged upwards. Not only did his body cling to Rong Jia's back, but his arms also tightened his neck.

"Shizhen, woohoo!" Rong Jiashang hurriedly begged for mercy, "My hands are loose, I can't breathe!"

Feng Shizhen let go of his hand in a hurry, but he forgot that he was still on the man's back.

Rong Jiashang coughed, and put his arms around the woman's legs, stumbling. Feng Shizhen's body flickered, and he had to bend down again, wrapping his arms around his neck.

With his face behind his back, Feng Shizhen couldn't see the excited and arrogant secret smile on Rong Jiashang's face, like a monkey who stole wine, his eyes shining brightly.

"Sit tight. Let's go—"

With a cheerful shout, the young man ran down the mountain with vigorous footsteps. He is a child who grew up in the mountain city of Chongqing. One of the most important aspects of military training is mountain climbing. The small hillside was like flat ground beneath his feet. He didn't walk the flagstone road at all, but stepped on the grass bed rocks and jumped in big strides. Even with a person on his back, his figure is still as light as a deer in the mountains.

Feng Shizhen was a child who grew up on a flat road in the city. He just felt that this move was like flying through the clouds, and he was too frightened to come out. Seeing that he was about to fall, Rong Jia stood firm. But just as she stood firm, before she could ask him to walk well, he jumped to another place.

It wasn't until I jumped out that I realized how high the drop was!

Feng Shizhen screamed in fright, closed his eyes and buried his face in the man's back.

Hearing the wind passing by his ears, the feeling of weightlessness made his whole body stand upside down. Immediately afterwards, her body sank heavily, only to feel that she was about to fall into pieces, but there was a soft and firm strength that supported her body.

"It's alright, don't be afraid!" Rong Jiashang's laughter was full of pleasure and banter, and his back vibrated.

Feng Shizhen opened his eyes in embarrassment. Fortunately, she was lying on Rong Jiashang's back, and Rong Jiashang continued to walk forward. Her heart, which had been thrown in mid-air, fell back into her chest, beating wildly.

Rong Jia carried Feng Shizhen on his back, rushed down the last gentle **** in one breath, and reached the back door of the temple.

"Okay, here we are!" Rong Jia turned his head and said, "Look, isn't it much more convenient now?"

Feng Shizhen leaned on his shoulder, his face came to one side, and a warm and smooth patch was attached to his cheek. The skin was lightly rubbed, and the touch was crisp and numb, like an electric current running all over the body, so wonderful that both of them were stunned.

"Donor, it's time for dinner!" A little novice ran out, stunned, and looked at them curiously with his head tilted.

Both of them blushed, Feng Shizhen found that his hands and feet were tightly wrapped around Rong Jia, and he was so embarrassed that he couldn't raise his head. She hurriedly got on and off Rong Jia's back, buried her head, and walked into the courtyard without saying a word.

Rong Jia straightened his clothes, touched the little novice's bare head, and followed Feng Shizhen's footsteps with a smile.

The group had a vegetarian meal in the temple, and then returned to the inn. Along the way, no one mentioned the incident on the hillside again. Rong Jiashang simply closed his eyes and rested.

The return ticket was for 2:30 in the afternoon. Feng Shizhen packed his luggage when he returned to his room and prepared to rush to the station.

She came downstairs with her luggage and saw Rong Jiashang talking to the shopkeeper. Seeing Feng Shizhen coming, Rong Jiashang greeted him and said, "I'm asking the shopkeeper about the past. Do you mind?"

In fact, Feng Shi really cares. She didn't like others to inquire about her past, and she didn't like being watched with pity. She felt that the more Rong Jia knew, the deeper into her life, the harder it would be to break up with him in the future.

So she said displeased: "What are you doing to inquire about that?"

"Don't you want to find your relatives?" Rong Jia asked. "Your father may have been looking for you."

Feng Shizhen's mouth twitched fiercely, and there was anger rolling in his chest. But she is a person who is used to restraint, subconsciously forcibly suppressed her anger, and sneered indifferently, "In twenty years, if you want to find me, it's time to crawl. Besides, it's been so long, I'm afraid the shopkeeper will also crawl. Can't remember."

"Remember!" The shopkeeper said in a strong dialect, "Although Bailiu is a small place, it has always been peaceful, and there are very few cases of stealing chickens and dogs. That incident terrified the townspeople! There was an accident! The inn is only a mile away from the town entrance, and the fire has burned half the sky. I saw it all over the building. It was I who rang the bell to wake up the townspeople and went to put out the fire!"

Rong Jiashang listened carefully and asked, "Did no one see those robbers at that time?"

The shopkeeper shook his head and said, "Not a single survivor was left, and even the couple who opened the inn were killed. If you hit the neck like this, you can't even scream."

The shopkeeper gestured with his palm on his neck, and his face was even a little frightened. It can be seen that the tragedy left a deep impression on him.

Feng Shizhen's face darkened layer by layer, and in this gloomy rainy day, it became more and more ugly.

Rong Jiashang comfortably grabbed her cold hand and held it, and continued to ask the shopkeeper, "Has anyone seen this mother and son in town before?"

The shopkeeper thought about it and said, "They should come from the south and head northeast. You can go to the tea shop by the South Bridge and ask. People passing by like to stop at their house before walking."

Having said this, the shopkeeper sighed again, "You said that you are wronged or not. Such a small and shabby inn, even if you count the guests who are staying there, how much money can you have? Is it worth killing people and burning the house?"

Feng Shizhen's expression of impatience was obvious. Rong Jia gave the shopkeeper a generous tip and thanked him.

The shopkeeper took the money with a smile, and said to Feng Shizhen: "Miss, you will have good luck if you don't die. Look at how beautiful you are now, and you have a boyfriend who treats you so well. ."

Feng Shizhen wanted to say that he was not my boyfriend, but felt that it was troublesome to explain, so he had to laugh dryly and acquiesce.

Rong Jia happily dragged Feng Shizhen out of the inn and said, "It's not even two o'clock now, and the town is not big, so we can go to the South Bridge in time."

Feng Shizhen finally couldn't bear it anymore, and let go of his hand, "Why are you interested in this matter? You like solving cases so much, why don't you go to the arrest room?"

Rong Jiashang was a little surprised, his voice softened, and said: "I just want to help you, Shizhen, I don't want to spy on your privacy. You and your real family are separated, maybe they have been looking for you too. "

"My family is the Feng family." Feng Shizhen said coldly, "My parents saved me and dragged me up, which is not bad for me at all. Now the Feng family has fallen. What? I'm in a hurry. Looking for my father, if he has money, I can just go to seek refuge?"

"Of course not." Rong Jia hurriedly said, "You're not such a person either. I know you and the Feng family have a good relationship, but even if you don't plan to recognize your relatives, don't you want to find your brother? You don't want to know who the murderer is. ?"

Feng Shizhen was silent.

In her vague memory, the younger brother was just a crying baby in the swaddling fold. As a three-year-old child, she should have forgotten everything after experiencing such a big change, but she remembered it. For the past 20 years, every time she dreamed back to the tragic scene of the past, she could hear her brother's heartbreaking cry. But the fire was so hot that she ran away in a panic, not caring to take her brother with her.

"How much do you remember?"

Sitting in the car heading for Zhennan, Rong Jia asked.

Feng Shizhen lowered his eyes wearily, and said, "I was too young at that time, and I only have a vague memory, I only remember that my mother took my brother and I on a scooter, and when I met a gangster, my mother screamed to let him go. I'm running..." #####

ninety-seven

"Have you seen the robber?"

Feng Shizhen was silent for a moment before he nodded, "It's just a black shadow. In my dreams, he was sometimes a **** dog who wanted to pounce on me, and sometimes it was a big rock that fell from the sky and knocked me down. Do you remember when you were three or four years old?"

Rong Jiashang thought about it and said, "I remember when I was very young, I was playing in the garden, was stung by a bee, and cried out in pain. Later, I asked my nurse and said it was when I was three years old. Once, my wife gave birth to Fang Lin and Jia Xin. I went to rock the cradle. It was too hard and they both cried. My wife rushed over and pushed me to the ground. That was also three or four years old."

"Okay," Feng Shizhen couldn't help muttering, "Now it's my turn to feel sorry for you."

Rong Jiashang chuckled lightly, and held Feng Shizhen's hand again, "We are both motherless children, and my father is useless. We really should have pity on each other."

"Who is sick with you." Feng Shizhen smiled, "My parents hurt me."

"Yes, yes." Rong Jiashang sighed, "So, Shizhen, I envy you."

The two didn't speak for a while.

The tea shop in South Bridge has been replaced by a shopkeeper, who is the son of the old shopkeeper. Rong Jia explained the purpose of his visit, and gave a full tip. The new shopkeeper immediately ran home, carried the old man on his back, and asked the guests to ask questions.

The old shopkeeper was blind, but had a good memory. As soon as Rong Jia asked a few questions, he nodded and said, "I remember. The two dead innkeepers were my cousin and his daughter-in-law. How could I not remember? It came from the southwest in a donkey cart. The child's diaper was wet, and the diaper was changed on the table in the store. At that time, there was a little girl, how old. "

Feng Shizhen said softly, "Old man, that girl is me."

The old shopkeeper was shocked, "You are the one who was rescued by someone who passed by? Ouch, you are truly blessed!"

Feng Shizhen asked, "Do you still remember where my mother said she came from?"

The old shopkeeper shook his head, "They just sat for a while and then left. But your mother's accent sounds like someone from Guojiazhen."

Rong Jiashang suddenly raised his head and glanced at the old shopkeeper, "Are you sure it's Guojiazhen?"

"What happened to Guojiazhen?" Feng Shizhen looked at Rong Jiashang in confusion.

The old shopkeeper said: "I just listened to it. The three of them happened to come from the southwest. On the other side, Guojia Town, Wanjin Township, and Futian Township have similar accents. It's life."

"How do you say that?" Feng Shizhen asked.

The old shopkeeper said, "Girl, when your mother came to my place, the sun was already setting. My wife advised her to rest at the inn in the town and go on her way tomorrow. But she said that someone was waiting to pick her up. Later, she thought that it was too dark, changed her mind, and stopped at the east entrance of the town, but she bumped into those people. If she had just stopped in the town at that time, how could she have suffered such a tragic disaster? "

Feng Shizhen sat silently.

Rong Jia asked, "Old man, do you remember who was driving the car?"

The old shopkeeper said, "It's a young man. I call that woman sister-in-law. I think she's the uncle of my husband's family."

Feng Shizhen's eyes widened in surprise. Rong Jia asked, "Don't you remember that you have an uncle?"

Feng Shizhen shook his head, "I only remember the car I've been in for a long time, but I can't remember the driver."

When the massacre happened that year, the patrol room was just a short walk, and there was no detailed investigation at all. It was not until today that Feng Shizhen knew that the coachman might be his uncle.

"But..." the old shopkeeper added, "that guy has a northern accent, he's tall, and he's not a local."

Rong Jia hurriedly asked, "This person is also dead?"

"No." The old shopkeeper shook his head. "After the fire in the inn was put out, only three bodies were found: my cousin and nephew, and the woman. Our neighbors discussed it, and we all thought this case was really strange. …”

There are only four adults and two children in the inn. Even if the youngest boy was taken away by the robbers, where did the driver of the car go missing?

This world is not very peaceful. In the tabloids in Shanghai, if there are murders today, or kidnappings and robbery tomorrow, such trivial matters are not even favored by the tabloids. Such a case that happened outside a remote township did not involve celebrities, nor a lot of money. The people in the patrol room didn't bother to investigate, and only ended the case by robbery and murder.

On the way back to Shanghai, Feng Shizhen was very worried and silent.

While making tea, Rong Jia said, "This man driving the car is very suspicious. Even if he is not the murderer, he should know Lingtang's life experience. If you find him, you can at least find out your relatives."

Feng Shi hummed absently, and suddenly said, "Guojiazhen is a strangely familiar place name, but I've never heard it before."

Rong Jia paused and said, "Maybe it was mentioned in the Rong family. Our Rong family came from Guojia Town."

"Really?" Feng Shizhen was surprised, "It's a coincidence. Who else is there in your hometown?"

"One or two old uncles from far away." Rong Jiashang said, "My father left home to work hard when he was young, but there was a plague in the countryside, and close relatives died. My father escaped because he was outside. "

Feng Shizhen thought of something, and sneered with the corners of his mouth hooked: "If my mother came from Guojia Town, then we may be old relatives."

"Maybe it's my cousin." Rong Jiashang pushed the hot tea in front of her.

Feng Shizhen sneered: "If it's a relative, then it's really a flood that washed over the Dragon King Temple."

Rong Jiashang followed her with a smile and said, "Shizhen, I'll only ask once. If you don't want to investigate further, then I'll stop. But if you want to find the murderer and your brother. Then I will Help you find out!"

Feng Shizhen put away his smile and stared at the clear eyes of the young man in front of him. This man was born so handsome and endearing, and after a few more glances, the urge to kiss him was born. God knows how much effort she has put in to restrain this impulse since she met.

Rong Jia held her hand, and his thumb gently rubbed the back of her smooth hand, ambiguous and full of love.

"Use me, Sejin. I can do a lot of things you can't."

Because of these words, Feng Shizhen laughed meaningfully and bitterly.

"I know. I… already knew."

It was already night when the train arrived in Shanghai. Feng Shizhen got out of the car and just took his suitcase from the footman when someone called her loudly.

Feng Shixun pushed aside the crowd and rushed over, dragged Feng Shizhen to look up and down, and asked, "How is it? Is this journey going smoothly? I'm sorry, Shizhen, eldest brother really couldn't walk away yesterday."

Feng Shizhen was like a student who was caught skipping class, all the hairs on his back stood up, and he subconsciously swept behind him with the corner of his eye.

And Rong Jia was very sensible. As early as Feng Shixun made a sound, he put his hat on his head, turned sideways, and was escorted by two men, and slipped away along the outgoing crowd.

Feng Shizhen breathed a sigh of relief, took his brother's arm and said with a smile: "Then eldest brother wants to make amends for me! Would you like me to go to Wangfulou for a late night snack?"

Just when the Feng brothers and sisters were happily eating supper, Rong Jiashang also returned to the Rong Mansion.

It was late at night, but Rong's house was still brightly lit. There was a card table in the chess and card room, Mrs. Rong was playing mahjong with Mrs. Third Uncle, and Du Lanxin, who had not seen her for a few days, was actually there to accompany her. Rong Dingkun joined a table with several male guests, Yang Xiucheng sat at the card table calmly, threw a card, and nodded politely towards Rong Jiashang.

And because Yang Xiucheng was there, Rong Fanglin did not go to bed, but sat beside Yang Xiucheng to help him read the cards.

The son ran away for two days without saying hello. When he saw his son coming back, Rong Dingkun frowned and wanted to make a few remarks, but thinking that his relatives were still there, he had to change the meaning of what he said, "Lan Xin came over and delivered two cases of the good wine her eldest brother brought back from Europe. I know you are busy with work recently, but you have to spend more time with your fiancée."

Since the matter has not been resolved, the face of the matter still has to be done. Rong Dingkun still acts as a serious and fair prospective father-in-law. #####

ninety-eight

Rong Jia took off his coat, his sharp eyes shifted between Du Lanxin and Yang Xiucheng, and he said with a small smile: "I'm so busy. I'm going to take a day off tomorrow. Lan Xin, you want to visit the department store. , or do you want to watch a movie?"

Du Lanxin asked the aunt to take over, got up and said with a smile, "Men are in charge of their careers, it's right to be busy. Are you still fighting for the future of both of us?"

She came over and tidied up Rong Jia's collar affectionately. Yang Xiucheng glanced at him expressionlessly, and handily fed the third uncle of the Tang family a card.

Rong Jiashang hugged Du Lanxin's slender waist amid the clamor of Hu Pai's laughter and took her out of the chess and card room.

The two quickly separated as soon as they left the sight of everyone. Du Lanxin thumped her waist and complained a lot: "I came here in the afternoon and accompany them to fight until now. If you don't come back, I won't be able to straighten my waist."

"Why is Yang Xiucheng here?" Rong Jiashang took out a cigarette holder and gave Du Lanxin a cigarette.

Du Lanxin smelled the smoke, frowned in disgust, and said: "He came with your father, but it has nothing to do with me. Why, your prince can't stand him appearing in front of you anymore? Speaking of which, obviously You Rong family are sorry for him."

Rong Jiashang said, "I have no opinion on him. I'm afraid that the two of you won't be able to hold on to it.

Du Lanxin sneered, "With your sister by his side like a dog guarding flesh and bones, how dare I?"

Rong Jia frowned in displeasure. Du Lanxin hurriedly smiled: "Sorry, I shouldn't say that Fang Lin is a puppy."

Rong Jia asked, "Don't you two have any plans?"

"What's the plan?" Du Lanxin asked back, "Do you have a plan with that Miss Feng? It's the same for anyone who encounters this kind of thing. You can be happy for as many days as you can together. Life is always long and depressing. Shall we have some fun?"

Rong Jia was playing with a matchbox and said, "There is some wind outside, and it has reached my father's ears. I covered it up. But next time I may not be able to cover it up. Even for yourself, you should be more restrained. "