City of Streamer

The autumn sun came out a little later, and when Rong Jiashang was awakened by the biological clock, the light blue that had not faded from the night still enveloped the earth like a veil. In the eastern sky, a gorgeous and fiery morning glow has emerged, and the golden light and the blue are intertwined to form a magnificent and strong picture.

Rong Jia stood up shaking his hangover head, changed his clothes and shoes, and went downstairs to run along the wall of Rong's yard.

This is a life habit he has developed since the military academy: no matter how late he sleeps the day before, he will get up on time to exercise the next morning.

The military academy in Chongqing is not well-known, but the rules are very strict, and the food is not harsh, but every year only from October to April of the next year, you can take a hot bath, and sometimes you go late, and there is no hot water.

Six students live in one room and sleep on hard beds without fire. In winter, the children huddled in bed and shivered. The winter in the mountain city is cold and humid, and the air-conditioning is like vines. The roots can climb along the back, and then go deep into the cracks of the bones, piercing the pain.

Rong Dingkun specifically told him not to take care of the eldest young master, but Huang was so happy to ignore him, there was no such young master in the family lunch. Later, Uncle Tang passed by Chongqing to see his nephew. When he touched the thin quilt on the bed, his eyes turned red. Then he bought a new quilt and sent it over overnight. After returning, he pointed at Rong Dingkun's nose and cursed some time.

The Tang family is not as good as a year. Uncle Tang is a scholar with a literary style. He only knows economic articles and has no way to take the family business. Rong Dingkun always respects literati, which makes him a little bit. With his uncle taking care of Rong Jia, he survived the difficult first few years in the military academy.

Later, at the age of sixteen, Uncle Tang contracted lung cancer and passed away after only two months. Rong Jia came back to go to the funeral for his uncle, and only met his father once.

Rong Dingkun didn't pay as much attention to the Huang family as he did back then, so he could bring his son back from the military academy. But after seeing his son, Rong Dingkun changed his mind.

When Rong Jiashang just left home, he was only a twelve-year-old child, tender and delicate, with red lips and white teeth, as beautiful as a little girl. The photo of him wearing the uniform of Xitong Primary School is still used as a sign in the window of the photo studio.

As for Rong Jiashang, sixteen-year-old, with short hair shaved close to the scalp, his skin was slightly tanned, and his stature was a lot taller, but his body was extremely thin. Like an unsheathed dagger.

His eyes, like a little wolf cub, stared at his father unceremoniously with alertness and hostility.

"You have resentment in your heart." Rong Dingkun said, "You should go back to the military academy and continue to hone for a few more years."

Rong Jia didn't argue in the first half of the sentence, and left with a salute. Behind him is a far-sighted father, and a stepmother who can't hide his joy.

Rong Jia ran ten laps in one breath, stopped sweating profusely, and started doing push-ups on the grass.

The sun rose a little higher, and the golden ray of morning light fell on his skin, which was dissatisfied with the fine sweat, as if it had applied a layer of oil to him. His shoulders are muscular, and his graceful lines rise and fall with his movements.

After three years of separation, Rong Jiashang finally returned to the Rong family.

He retains many military school habits, such as self-disciplined work and rest, and correct manners. But he also restrained his aggressive gaze and cold temper. Like all playboys, he learned to enjoy the benefits of family and avoid family constraints.

He's a tolerant parent, and he has an innate advantage. This is something that Huang can't take away. Moreover, as Rong Dingkun's family business expanded, the Huang family declined, and the prestige of the Huang family at home also declined with the Japanese drama. Now, in order to fight against his concubine, he has resorted to such low-end methods as the beauty trick.

Rong Jiashang snorted coldly, got up and went to the lever to do pull-ups.

The morning light hit the surface of the pool like a sword, and the golden scales flickered, making the surrounding flowers and plants look like a dream. In the corner of the southwest, there is a white shadow flickering.

Rong Jiashang jumped off the lever and walked over curiously.

There is a row of wisteria trellis in one corner of the yard, and now the flowering period is over, and only green leaves are left. The sunlight turned into mottled light spots through the leaves and fell on the woman.

Feng Shizhen was wearing a snow-white kung fu training suit, with a pair of black shoes, and was punching in the morning light.

Rong Jiashang was secretly surprised.

This woman looks at Sven, how can she actually punch?

The empty collar is strong, the chest is drawn out, the back is lifted, the mind and body follow. Feng Shizhen was half-hearted, meticulous, his steps were factual and orderly, and his eyes and hands corresponded. With the movement of her pushing hand, Rong Jia could vaguely feel a gust of wind blowing.

Rong Jiashang had received formal training, and he could see at a glance that this woman was not a woman with a slap in the face. Her tai chi skills are admirable.

The autumn breeze in September is crisp and cool, but the sun still retains a little bit of the unspent summer temperature. Feng Shizhen's delicate and fair face also had thin beads of sweat, and his lips became more and more rosy. Between the actions, the white clothes fluttered, and the slender figure wrapped in it was looming.

There was a rustling voice behind him. Rong Jiashang turned his head and was surprised to see his second sister, Rong Fanghua, walking over in sportswear.

"Big brother is looking at Miss Feng?" Rong Fanghua's eyes widened, looking like she was there.

Rong Jia raised the corners of his mouth and sneered: "What's the matter with you? Do you know that Yun Chi dislikes you for being a little fat?"

Rong Fanghua blushed instantly.

"Big brother hates it!"

Feng Shizhen stopped, turned around, and immediately saw the second lady of the Rong family blushing and rushing towards the mansion angrily.

After a while, the eldest young master of the Rong family took a relaxed pace, ran past him leisurely, nodded at her, and ran away along the path by the lake, his vigorous figure disappeared behind a clump of green bamboos.

Until Feng Shizhen walked into the study with the test paper, Rong Fanghua still looked puffed up. Feng Shizhen was inexplicable, but it was not easy to ask questions.

Rong Jia took a shower after returning to the room last time, wearing a snow-white shirt with a book under his arm, holding a cup of fragrant espresso in one hand, Shi Shiran entered the study room.

Feng Shizhen stood in front of the small blackboard and wrote the formula. She had already changed into a grey Yindanshilin cheongsam, and she didn't even show her figure. Rong Jia still had the white shadow of the early morning in his eyes. Looking at Feng Shizhen now, he always felt that something was wrong.

When the two Miss Rong saw their eldest brother coming to class on time, they both winked at each other unexpectedly. Rong Fanghua still hated his taunting and had a bad face towards him.

Rong Jiashang was four or five years older than his two younger sisters. It took him a year to graduate from the military school. His cultural grades in the graduation exam were so bad that he was like a target swept by a machine gun. Although he had handed hands once, Feng Shizhen didn't fully understand the depth of Young Master Rong, so he simply taught him as half illiterate as he wished.

Rong Jiashang put an idle book in his textbook, and bury his head and read it with his feet crossed. Feng Shizhen's lecture was lively and interesting, but he didn't even raise his head. Seeing the fun, he couldn't help laughing. Feng Shizhen was interrupted in the middle of writing on the blackboard, and his face was a little embarrassed. The sisters of the Rong family rolled their eyes at their elder brother.

Rong Jiashang didn't care about the ridicule of the two younger sisters. He fulfilled his promise to come to the class, but he did not promise to listen to the class well. Therefore, Feng Shizhen had no choice but to take him. What's more, Young Master Rong's eyes are bright and bright, white clothes are better than snow, even if he sits there in a daze, it is as pleasing to the eye as a painting. Feng Shizhen was tired from his lectures, and he also found it interesting to look at him.

Little by little the sun climbed overhead, shining brightly on the ground, but fortunately the cool autumn wind blew in from the open window, making the pages on the table rattle.

Rong Jiashang finally finished reading the idle book, bored, turned his head to look at Feng Shizhen explaining an English reading question to his two sisters.

"...It's not passive, it's used as an adjective... Read it again and see if you can understand the meaning of the sentence..."

The young woman's voice is warm and soft, her tone is extremely patient, she rambles, and she is tireless, but she can't help but listen to her.

This woman really has some skills. She speaks from the simple to the deep, meticulous and detailed, and she speaks the difficult points well. Even the always arrogant Rong Fanglin listened to his lectures seriously.

A cicada that survived the autumn by chance flew to the treetops outside the window, flapping its wings and screaming loudly.

Feng Shizhen frowned and raised his head, walked to the window, took the backboard and wiped it on the window lattice and knocked.

The cicadas stopped.

Feng Shizhen walked back and continued to speak.

"Squeak-"

As soon as the cicada and others walked away, it flapped its wings and screamed again.

Rong Fanglin stared out the window impatiently. Feng Shizhen turned back and knocked on the window lattice again.

The cicada stopped calling again.

Feng Shizhen waited for a while, and when he saw that there was no movement, he walked back to the desk.

She just sat down.

"Squeaky-yah-"

Rong Fanghua burst out laughing.

Feng Shizhen stood up angrily, looking around to find something handy.

A chuckle: "What is Mr. Feng looking for?"

Rong Jia was playing with a piece of paper in his hand and looked at Feng Shizhen in a relaxed manner.

"It's okay, just read the book." Feng Shizhen said.

The cicada seemed to know what Feng Shizhen couldn't do with it, and rejoiced unscrupulously on the branches, the noise piercing the eardrums with bursts of pain.

Feng Shizhen weighed the blackboard eraser and walked to the window.

"Mr. Feng?"

Feng Shizhen turned back.

The white shadow swept past his eyes, bringing a thin wind, brushing the ends of his hair, passing through the window, and flying out. The paper plane flutters and draws a graceful arc in the middle of the treetops. A black spot buzzed away, blending into the dazzling skylight.

The world has regained its tranquility.

Feng Shizhen looked at Rong Jia in a daze: "Thank you...Thank you."

"No." Rong Jiashang hooked his lips indifferently, lowered his head and continued to flip through the book boredly.

Feng Shizhen made fun of himself, smiled, and continued to solve problems for the two girls. #####

twelve

The old and cumbersome grandfather clock in the study finally rang.

Feng Shizhen announced the dismissal of the get out of class, and added: "Eldest young master, please stay."

A look of impatience flashed across Rong Jiashang's eyes, but he didn't say anything. Sitting in the chair, his slender fingers twirled a pencil.

As Feng Shizhen packed his books, he whispered, "Is the eldest young master going to continue studying in the future, or do you plan to work in the Rong family business?"

Rong Jia said casually, "No matter what, you need a college degree."

"So which school do you want to go to, do you have any plans?"

Rong Jiashang grabbed the pen, grabbed a test paper, and scribbled, "My wife hopes to send me to the United States or Europe to study at any Pheasant University, as long as I don't come back and get in the way. My father thinks I can study a business degree so that I can inherit the family business in the future. What does Mr. Feng think?"

Feng Shizhen said: "The future is yours, and your ideas are the most important. Besides, with the attitude and achievements of the eldest young master, I am afraid it is not easy to find a university that will accept you."

"Then go into the business." Rong Jia raised his thick and beautiful eyebrows, and continued to bury his head in writing, "Don't all the Xiaokai work in their own business? After working with the assistant for a while, I figured it out. Enter It's not difficult to export that, and watch my father do it since I was a child."

Feng Shizhen packed all the books, stood by the desk, and looked at Rong Jia.

"The eldest miss wants to study business in the future, and the second miss wants to study medicine in the future. To communicate with each other in business, to reach the world, to practice medicine to cultivate morality, and to help the world. Those who have time, pass by for a hundred generations. Life is long, and in the blink of an eye, a year rushes. There is an ideal sustenance, and Fang has lived in the world in vain. As women, the two young ladies do not want to stay at home and end their lives with each other. Ten, it's time to imagine the future."

Rong Jia lost his pen and folded the test paper again, without looking at Feng Shizhen, and said, "It's still the same old way. 'Your sister is a girl, she is more motivated than you, and she knows how to plan for the future. As a man, how can you still live like this!' Mr. Feng, don't you think? You all think that if I continue to do nothing like this, I can only be a **** and can't turn around."

Feng Shizhen said without hesitation: "The Rong family is one of the richest people in Shanghai. Even if the eldest young master is a **** and eats and drinks on his ancestral property, he will have enough worry for the rest of his life. What we are discussing is not about survival, but The way to establish a world. A man who is eighteen and crowned is an adult. The eldest young master has grown up, and he has no worries about food and clothing. He should also think about how a man should live in the world. Life is like a reverse journey, and you and I are also passing passengers. What do people leave behind?"

Rong Jia folded another paper airplane and aimed it at Feng Shizhen. With a push of his wrist, the paper plane flew straight towards Feng Shizhen.

Feng Shizhen held the paper airplane expressionlessly and put it in the book.

Rong Jiashang stood up with a smile, his hands in his trouser pockets, and the familiar contemptuous sneer appeared on Junxiu's face.

"Sir is young, but he has learned the tone of those old Donghong in the school. It seems that if I don't have you to save me, I will be down and down forever. But you don't think you take yourself too seriously. It doesn't matter if I'm good or bad, it doesn't really matter to you. You yourself are a mediocre person who is busy making a living, so you worry about how others make achievements."

Feng Shizhen was silent for a moment, chuckled lightly, and said, "What the eldest young master said is that I am too much of a nosy. But eldest young master, what you have now is innate. I bowed down for five buckets of rice. The five buckets of rice were bought by my blood and sweat. I don't despise you for getting something for nothing, and you don't need to despise the toil of others."

She picked up her schoolbag and walked towards the door of the study.

Rong Jia was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to reach out to stop her. But Feng Shizhen walked briskly, with a gust of wind, and passed by him.

"you…"

"Miss Feng's class is finished?" Mrs. Rong pushed open the door and walked in with a smile.

Feng Shizhen stopped in a hurry, and Mrs. Chaorong bowed to say hello.

"You don't have to be so polite." Mrs. Rong smiled, "I heard from Fang Lin that the eldest young master was detained. I was worried that he would cause you trouble, so I came here to take a look."

Feng Shizhen said: "Nothing. I just want to ask which school the eldest young master wants to go to."

"This is about the idea." Mrs. Rong clapped her hands and said to Rong Jiashang, "Just now your father called and asked about your further education. He said that he recently asked if he would donate a sum of money. The money, there is hope that you will be sent to Southeast University, but your grades should not be too bad."

Rong Jia said indifferently: "I'm worried about my son when Lao father is out and about. When he comes back, seeing your painstaking efforts, he must be very grateful to you."

Mrs. Rong's "hard work" can only be understood and cannot be expressed in words, and she can't help but feel a little guilty. She no longer entangled with her stepson, and turned to Feng Shizhen and said, "Miss Feng has taught the eldest young master for two days. In your opinion, how is his homework?"

Young Master Rong's deliberately wrong paper is still in Feng Shizhen's textbook. Is his homework good?

Feng Shizhen glanced at Rong Jia. Young Master Rong is playing with origami with his head down again, like a child who is very playful and not yet sensible.

"The eldest young master is very smart, but his foundation is poor." Feng Shizhen said, "If you want to go to university, you still need to work hard."

"Ah, ah!" Mrs. Rong's helpless sigh was slightly exaggerated. "It has been said that the military school delays the children, but the master refuses to take the eldest young master back to study earlier. Otherwise, let the master donate the child. "

Rong Jia screwed the cap of the fountain pen on, and sneered: "Master has only taught me for two days, and my wife thinks that I have no cure. Why bother looking for tutors all over the city before, for fear that others won't know that I can't help? on the wall?"

Mrs. Rong's face turned red and white, and she said with a stiff smile: "It's my fault for being impatient. This is what your father said. Now that the school has just started, it is still too late to donate to you, otherwise you will have to wait until next year to enroll. If you don't mind, After a year, why should I worry about it?"

The corners of Rong Jia's mouth curved slightly, and said, "My wife said so, but I'm not filial. Please take care of me, I don't appreciate it, I'm really a bastard."

He apologized, but his face was still indifferent, as if such perfunctory and apology were his usual daily homework.

Mrs. Rong was very angry, her face was blue, and she was speechless for a long time.

Feng Shizhen suddenly opened his mouth softly and said, "The eldest young master is motivated and wants to rely on his ability to enter the university and win glory for his family. His words may not be so thorough, but the meaning is almost the same. Young people are very popular. , it's easy to rush, please don't mind your wife."

Mrs. Rong finally reached a step, and her face eased.

"Mom, haven't you finished yet?" Rong Fanglin ran in, "Sister Lan Xin called and asked my second sister and I to go to the Lanxin Theater to watch a movie. Big brother wants to come together."

Rong Jiashang said impatiently, "I have to make up math lessons in the afternoon."

"Then let's come with Mr. Feng." Rong Fanghua also ran over and said with a smile.

Feng Shizhen hurriedly smiled and said, "I won't go."

Rong Fanghua said: "But Mr. Feng's clothes are too old. We have to go to Xianshi Department Store after watching the movie. Mr. just happened to buy two clothes."

Feng Shizhen smiled awkwardly.

Rong Jiashang raised his sarcastic voice, "Second sister, your few pieces of clothing will be used as Mr. Feng's salary for a month. I don't know if it's expensive if you don't belong to the house."

Rong Fanghua blushed suddenly.

Mrs. Rong's smiling face finally fell back, and she said coldly: "I was negligent. I invited someone to come, but I didn't buy some clothes. Miss Feng will go to the cashier to get twenty dollars. I'm going to buy some clothes so that the eldest young master doesn't think that my wife has deducted you."

"My wife is overthinking it." Feng Shizhen hurriedly said, "I don't have any entertainment, I don't need to..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was dragged away by Rong Jiashang.

"I'll take Mr. Feng to the account room to save the wife from changing her mind in a while."

Mrs. Rong was so angry that she fell to her knees, stroking her chest for a long time, out of breath. #####

Thirteen

Rong Jiashang was tall and had long legs and strode proudly, and Feng Shizhen was dragged by him and followed in embarrassment. The young man's palms were unexpectedly rough and hot, clasping Feng Shizhen's slender wrists irresistibly.

The corridor is long and dark, with a bright door at the end, and the sound of hurried footsteps is recalled in the narrow corridor. Feng Shizhen was pulled away by Rong Jia in a daze, through the darkness, and suddenly broke into a bright world.

The scorching sun at noon was blazing on people's faces, bringing a slightly scalding temperature. Feng Shizhen squinted uncomfortably, feeling a chill on his wrist and losing his shackles.

"Mr. Feng," Rong Jiashang sneered unceremoniously, "you are so knowledgeable, you must know how to write the words 'nosy'?"

Feng Shizhen lowered his head and adjusted his sleeves, and said, "The eldest young master is a little too rude to his wife. Even if he is a little dissatisfied, he shouldn't let her down in front of me, an outsider."

Rong Jia's face was full of sarcasm: "Mr. Feng still knows that he is an outsider. When he interrupted in the study just now, he was as kind as a family."

Feng Shizhen looked at him calmly: "The eldest young master is a man, and his wife is a woman after all. Even if you win, you still lose, and you still suffer."

Rong Jia sneered: "I suffer, what does it have to do with you? You are just a little tutor."

Feng Shizhen said slowly: "I am a teacher for one day, and a father for life. I am only a few years older than the elder master, let's be an elder sister with a shy face. When a student makes mistakes, the master must discipline and teach; Stand up and defend. The eldest young master may not like it, but I have to perform my duties. "

Rong Jia was stunned, and a complex expression passed from his eyes like Jinghong, leaving behind a chaotic wave of light, and it took a moment to restore calm.

"Thank you sir for your kindness. Sir, let's take care of yourself first. The murky water of the Rong family is not something someone like you can get through."

Feng Shizhen smiled gently and didn't say anything.

After receiving the money, the two returned to the living room. The two Miss Rong had already changed into fashionable dresses, each carrying a delicate handbag, as modern as the fashion girls in "Liangyou Pictorial".

"You don't need to call the car dealership to ask for a car." Rong Fanglin said, "I called Brother Xiucheng just now and asked him to drive us there."

Rong Jia was noncommittal, sitting on the sofa and flipping through a "Declaration".

Rong Fanghua walked to Feng Shizhen's side and asked curiously, "I saw Mr. Boxing this morning, who did you learn it from?"

Feng Shizhen said with a smile: "I was in poor health when I was young, so my father asked me to follow an elder to learn Taijiquan in order to keep fit. In fact, it was all empty air, which made the second lady laugh."

Rong Fanghua said enviously, "You play really well, can you teach me?"

Feng Shizhen smiled and said, "Shouldn't the young ladies learn to dance?"

"Can the gentleman dance?" Rong Fanghua's eyes brightened.

Feng Shizhen was stunned, and subconsciously swept in the direction of Rong Jiashang, facing Rong Jiashang's gaze peeking from behind the newspaper.

The eyes of the two were like two pieces of wire colliding in the air, and a cluster of sparks ignited with a snap, and the electric current ran through the two ends, and then quickly separated.

The sound of cars came from outside. Rong Jia put away the newspaper with a snap, got up and walked out.

Rong Fanglin took a step ahead of him, jumped out happily like a bird, and called out enthusiastically, "Brother Xiucheng..."

Her tone fell, her face stiffened.

There was a Ford car parked outside the door, Yang Xiucheng was sitting in the driver's seat, but a young girl in a snow-blue shirt and skirt was sitting in the passenger seat.

"Cousin Hui." Rong Fanghua whispered.

The girl rolled down the window and smiled at them, her face bright.

"Fang Lin, Fang Hua. This is Jia Shang's cousin, he is an adult. Do you remember me?"

Rong Jiashang nodded politely: "You are cousin Zhihui of the Yu family. Long time no see."

"I didn't know Cousin Hui was here too." Rong Fanglin was Rong Jiashang's sister in the end, and the expressions of the two when they were not smiling seemed to be printed in a mold.

Yang Xiucheng got out of the car and said, "We just made an appointment for lunch. When she came to my office, I got a call from you, so I said we came over together. We haven't met since Jiashang came back from Chongqing."

Rong Fanglin forced a smile and said, "What can we do? There are only four of us here, and there is no room for one car."

Feng Shizhen said immediately: "Don't count me as one. I can go another day."

"How does this work?" Rong Fanglin said, "It's agreed that I will accompany my husband to buy clothes today. My second sister and I must choose carefully for you."

Yu Zhihui's reaction was also very alert. She got out of the car immediately, blushed, and said at a loss: "It's my fault, I shouldn't have followed Xiucheng. You all figured out the seats, and I occupied one more seat. I... or should I not go?"

Yu Zhihui was petite and slender, wearing an old-fashioned shirt and skirt, with a bunch of broken flowers pinned to her bun. She stood there awkwardly, like a lily of the valley in the wind, even Feng Shizhen felt that she was so pitiful, and felt pity.

"Why is this your fault?" Yang Xiucheng immediately coaxed softly, "I was the one who brought you here. I'll call a car again, and let's go together."

"It's all my fault." Yu Zhihui looked at Yang Xiucheng with watery eyes, like a frightened little rabbit.

Rong Fanglin's eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I feel a little uncomfortable, so I won't go today. My second sister apologizes to Sister Lan Xin on my behalf."

"Come on!" Rong Jiashang snorted irritably, "Since there's a party, I'll go and call Yun Chi over. Don't make our Miss Rong go out without even a car!"

His tone was full of irresistible majesty, and the awkward girl didn't say a word.

A group of people returned to the living room and sat down. Yang Xiucheng let Yu Zhihui sit on the sofa and poured her coffee by himself. Rong Fanglin sat arrogantly by himself and flipped through the magazine.

Yang Xiucheng placed the beauty, then turned around and said hello to Feng Shizhen.

"Is Miss Feng still getting used to it? The eldest young master didn't embarrass you, did he?"

Yang Xiucheng is a handsome and gentle young man, wearing a well-fitting suit and gold-rimmed glasses, looking shrewd and sophisticated. Maybe there is a beautiful woman by his side, he is more cordial today than he saw in the last interview. Feng Shizhen also nodded politely to him.

"Everything is fine. Mr. Lao Yang is worried. The eldest young master is very good at learning."

Yang Xiucheng raised his eyebrows in surprise and said with a smile, "It seems that the eldest young master is serious now."

Feng Shizhen asked, "I don't know where Mr. Yang is in high school?"

Yang Xiucheng said, "I'm just working in the Rong family firm. The salaried clerk helps his wife run errands on weekdays."

Yang Xiucheng has a delicate position in the Rong family. Because he is really smart and capable, he is highly used by the Rong family and his wife. However, Rong Dingkun was suspicious by nature, and felt that there were too many people in the Huang family, and he deliberately restricted the reduction. Mrs. Rong was at odds with her husband and wanted to promote her parents. Yang Xiucheng is the distant nephew of the Huang family's family. He is caught between the couple. If he makes a mistake, he may become cannon fodder.

In the same way, he can handle the two factions with ease for a long time, which shows that he is shrewd and cautious.

Rong Jiashang called and came over, hearing Yang Xiucheng's self-effacing words, and said, "Mr. Yang also studied under Mr. Pei Dongren's for a while, and I'm in the same class as you. There must be a lot to chat with."

"It turned out to be Senior Brother!" Feng Shizhen asked with a smile, "What major did Mr. Yang study?"

"The law I studied at Yenching University." Yang Xiucheng said, "It's just doing some economic articles. Now the world is chaotic and disorderly, and I ate a bunch of books, but I didn't end up working in a firm."

Feng Shizhen said: "Everyday life and all human activities are inseparable from an order. Those who study the Fa and do business should be more orderly and rational in terms of management and overall planning, so that people can convince them. On the other hand, when we study mathematics, we only know how to do arithmetic. It doesn't contribute much to society."

This compliment was very polite, and even if the listener felt at ease, he did not feel flattered, not to mention that it came from the mouth of a woman who was elegant and graceful. Yang Xiucheng nodded and smiled unconsciously, and gave Feng Shizhen a deep look with appreciation.

Rong Jiashang said coldly: "Mr. Feng's ability to flatter people is also impressive. Maybe in the future, if Mr. Feng will not teach me, he can still go to the firm to do business? With your knowledge and ability, it is easy to be a female manager? Do it? A poor teacher who is a teacher has turned his back on his talents.”

Feng Shizhen glanced at Rong Jia sideways, and said calmly, "You don't need to worry about me, the young master. Everyone has their own aspirations, and I prefer teaching and educating people. If I can send you to a famous school, I can become a famous teacher, and there will be more in the future. It was people who begged me to teach their children. Money, fame and fortune naturally follow."

This is going to be very exciting. Yu Zhihui, who had not spoken for a long time, couldn't help but burst into laughter at this moment.

Yang Xiucheng couldn't help but smile, "Finally I have met a teacher who can hold Jiashang. My uncle must be relieved to find out."

Feng Shizhen immediately learned that Yu Zhihui was also studying at Jinling Women's University, so he chatted with her about the school. Yang Xiucheng couldn't speak, and simply got up and went outside to smoke. Rong Jiashang also continued to read the newspaper. Only Rong Fanglin leaned against the window admiringly.

When Wu Yunchi drove to pick him up, Yu Zhihui pulled Feng Shizhen's arm affectionately: "Senior sister, will you be in the same car with us?"

Rong Fanglin looked at Feng Shizhen, showing the anger of being betrayed by his colleagues, and then angrily dragged Rong Fanghua straight into Wu Yunchi's car.

Rong Jiashang watched Feng Shizhen and Yang Xiucheng walk out laughing and talking, dropped the crumpled newspaper, and got into the back seat of Wu Yunchi's car.

"Rong Jia, what the **** are you doing?" Wu Yunchi shouted, "When I'm your driver?"

Rong Fanghua hurriedly changed to the co-pilot: "I'm with brother Yunchi."

Wu Yunchi's face turned from cloudy to sunny, he whistled and started the car. The American Dodge he drove passed Yang Xiucheng's Ford and rushed out of the gate of Rong Mansion first. #####

fourteen

A group of people first went upstairs to the newly opened Xinxin Company on Nanjing Road to eat Cantonese food. Yang Xiucheng had reserved a private room in advance, and the walker introduced the guests into the private room.

There was already a girl with bright makeup sitting in the box. Seeing them coming, she put down the magazine and stood up.

She was wearing a fashionable slim cheongsam, her pretty short hair permed, and her waist was as slender as a willow, which made her waist and buttocks plump and plump, like a ripe peach. She is about the same age as Feng Shizhen, she has lost the innocence of a female student, and is full of the style of an urban modern girl. There are so many beautiful girls in a room, standing in front of her, they are all green fruits still hanging on the treetops.

Wu Yunchi walked over enthusiastically first, took the girl's hand, and kissed the back of her hand.

"I haven't seen each other for more than a month, and Miss Du is becoming more and more attractive. I thought it was a movie star who got into the wrong box."

"Yunchi, you have only been in the military school for half a year, and your lips are more polished than a gun." Du Lanxin giggled, the kerosene drill earrings hanging on her earlobes trembled and sparkled, her charming eyes were like the waves of the lake in spring, from Yang Xiucheng's face crossed.

Rong Fanglin's face stiffened. Instead, Yu Zhihui didn't respond, she just stared at the emerald and diamond bracelet on Du Lanxin's wrist and couldn't take her eyes away.

Du Lanxin finally set her eyes on Rong Jiashang and simply said hello, "Jiashang, how are you, Sir Lingtang?"

"My father is still out of town, and everything is fine." Rong Jiashang responded politely.

"This is Miss Du, the second lady of the Fumin Banker." Rong Fanghua explained to Feng Shizhen in a low voice.

Feng Shizhen naturally knew about this Miss Du. Rong Dingkun attaches great importance to the marriage of his children, and the wife he chose for his eldest son is the banker's lady.

Du Lanxin, Da Rongjia, is three years old. She is a very popular celebrity in Shanghai Beach. If the two families get married, they will have many benefits for each other, so the Rong family doesn't mind Miss Du's romance, and the Du family doesn't dislike Young Master Rong's wickedness.

Rong Jiashang must not want to get married, otherwise he would not be so condescending when he was studying.

Before the food came, the ladies gathered to chat about fashion jewelry, and the men stood by the window smoking.

"How?" Wu Yunchi handed a cigarette to Rong Jia, "Listen to Fanghua's tone, that woman really has some knowledge and came to teach seriously. What happened in Xincheng that day?"

"She said she would not go there again." Rong Jia was not addicted to smoking and played with the cigarette in his hand.

Feng Shizhen and Yang Xiucheng stood under another window, and continued to chat about the brothers and sisters in the master's door who were familiar with each other, and also talked about the delicious meals made by the teacher, all showing nostalgia.

There was a sneer of contempt on Rong Jiashang's handsome face: "It is said that he is a tutor, but he is very accommodating and nosy. He only came to the house for two days, and he took the Huang family and two sisters over. , and now it is close to Yang Xiu. Who did the Huang family provoke this time?"

"Even if she wants to seduce Yang Xiucheng, it has nothing to do with you." Wu Yunchi breathed out a cigarette, "She is a governess, and to please her boss is to make a fortune, which is quite normal. It is your stepmother's responsibility to keep her unruly. Just take your classes, get through this half a year, and go to the Whampoa Military Academy next year. When will your father come back?"

Feng Shizhen and Yang Xiucheng didn't know what they were talking about, and they laughed lightly in unison. Feng Shizhen's laughter was crisp and sweet, like taking a bite of a peach, and Rong Jia felt itchy teeth.

Rong Jia slapped his face, smashed the cigarette, and threw it in the flowerpot, "Come on. The Northern Expedition is so noisy, it's just when the old man's business is booming, what if he doesn't come back to take command? It's just that he Come back, the mother-in-law at home will have a lot of trouble."

Wu Yunchi sneered, "A few young ladies in your family haven't left the cabinet, and your father doesn't dare to make too much trouble. Isn't he the one who wants face the most? But after he comes back, you and Du Lanxin probably won't be able to drag it on. What's your plan? Did your girlfriend in Chongqing really give up?"

Feng Shizhen let out another low laugh, making Rong Jiashang more and more irritable, so he didn't care to respond.

In all fairness, this woman's laughter is very pleasant, like the vibrating strings of a guqin, warm and quiet, without the slightest flattery. But he just felt uncomfortable listening to it, but he couldn't describe it. That irritability was simmering in his heart, and he couldn't find a place to vent it, which only made him more anxious.

Yang Xiucheng is shrewd and slick, and a bit arrogant and arrogant. It is impossible to socialize with a small tutor, so is it really possible to talk to her?

What is this woman planning? Did you like Yang Xiucheng as a person, or did you want to seek other benefits?

Wu Yunchi couldn't wait for a response, and turned his head in confusion, only to see Rong Jiashang staring at the tutor, his eyes as if he was going to swallow that life.

Wu Yunchi was taken aback, a strange and bold idea suddenly popped up in his mind, and he felt it was really absurd, so he hurriedly shook his head and shook it away.

After the meal, the group stopped going to the theater and went downstairs to the department store.

In the newly opened department store, the counters are filled with products from all over the world. The ladies were like butterflies entering the flowers, rushing to and fro. Yang Xiucheng and Wu Yunchi waited behind him, but Rong Jia stood with his arms up, yawning lazily, and had no plans to pay the bills and carry the bags for the prospective fiancee.

He is tall and handsome, and his face is impeccably beautiful. Just standing casually by the railing attracts passing ladies and ladies to look back frequently.

Du Lanxin turned back to look for Rong Jiashang, beckoned, "Jiashang, come and help me see these shoes."

Rong Jiashang seemed to be connected to the electricity, and suddenly became energetic, and said loudly: "Mr. Feng said that the clothes here are too expensive, I will take her to another house to see."

After all, he grabbed Feng Shizhen, who had not recovered from his mind, and smeared the soles of his feet with oil to copy the stairs and slip away.

Feng Shizhen was dragged by Young Master Rong twice in one day, and he was a little used to it, so he could keep up with his pace.

Rong Jia pulled Feng Shizhen down to the first floor, made sure that Du Lanxin was out of sight, and immediately shook off Feng Shizhen's hand.

Feng Shizhen said with a mixture of laughter and laughter: "Eldest young master is like this, I'm afraid that Miss Du will be unhappy."

Rong Jiashang said indifferently: "Women are the most troublesome. You have to choose hundreds of items to buy one thing, and you can distinguish every detail with a keen eye. If you have this ability, why don't you go to the patrol room to help solve the case?"

Feng Shizhen couldn't help reminding: "Eldest young master, I am also a woman."

Rong Jia showed her a malicious sneer: "They choose styles, and the gentleman chooses benefits, isn't it the same?"

The corners of Feng Shizhen's mouth twitched, silently reciting the mantra of forbearance in his heart, so he didn't smash his handbag on the man's arrogant handsome face.

"Let's go." Rong Jia put his hands into his trouser pockets and said casually, "Since they said they would show you the fabrics, there is an old-fashioned clothing store across the street, and the tailors are good."

Feng Shizhen actually didn't want to buy clothes in such an expensive area, but Rong Jia had already opened his mouth, so she had to follow.

The old-fashioned clothing store is on Guangxi Road, and next door is a coffee shop run by a Belarusian.

The autumn afternoon sun shrouded the earth like a golden tulle. coffee shop