City of Streamer

Simply pass it in one breath, and take control of it. If you are a prince, you should think that the emperor and Laozi are in the way. "

"If Rong Dingkun died so easily, I'd still feel **** off." Feng Shizhen sneered while stirring the coffee, "I read in the newspaper that the Rong family and the Meng family are now on the same page. Is the situation serious?"

"I used to pretend to be peaceful on the surface, but now I'm completely hostile." Xiao Baoli took a sip of coffee and sighed, "Don't say it, your Rong Jia really has two brushes."

"What do you call my Rong Jia Shang?" Feng Shizhen glanced at him lightly, "The seventh master didn't tell you about me and him?"

"I know a little bit." Xiao Baoli said, "That's why I said that he is really not to be underestimated. He is young, but only twenty years old, he is almost a young man, but he has so much thought and is so calm. Don't talk about you and me, even the seventh master has been wrong before. You know, he has already prepared to sell the Mengjia company's shares maliciously. The loss this time of the seventh master is really not small. He finished the shareholders meeting Come back and spend half the night shooting targets in the shooting room."

Meng Xian didn't like to get angry and smash things. When he was in a bad mood, he went to the shooting room to practice guns. Listening to Xiao Baoli's statement, Rong Jiashang obviously made Meng Xian suffer a lot.

Feng Shizhen threw another sugar cube into the coffee and said, "People stumble, horses stumble. I used to get along with Rong Jiashang day and night, but I didn't see it. He... he pretended to be like."

Feng Shizhen's eyes were heavy, like a misty fog.

Those arrogant eyes, innocent smiles, haunting you, acting like a spoiled child at you, make the heart drunk with the frankness and perseverance. Those eyes are so clear and bright, like the clear and transparent lake water irradiated by the sun; those words are so sincere and moving, they are softly told against your ears, from the ears, directly into the heart.

But those are all fake!

Turn your back, he will stare at you gloomily and indifferently, watching you make small movements like you think you won't be noticed, watching you flirting with him clumsily, mocking you in your heart for your rough methods, sneering You are beyond your own power, thinking that this little trick can coax a shrewd rich boy.

When she was moved by those words and actions, felt guilty for her deception, and saddened for the hopeless love between the two. The man may be counting down the clock, waiting for the insolent appearance when the truth is revealed.

"I think I'm really stupid." Feng Shizhen sighed lowly, propped his head in his hands, stirring the half-cold coffee unconsciously, "It's like having a big dream, in which I was a heroine once, The scenery is infinite, and it is omnipotent. The dream is shattered, and when I wake up, I am just a poor girl who has been played with."

"Don't say that." Xiao Baoli looked at Feng Shizhen sadly, "That was not a dream. You really played a big role."

Feng Shizhen smiled disapprovingly, "At the beginning, the seventh master slapped me and called me cheap, but I didn't take it seriously. Later, when I was sick, I was alone in the ward, and I calmed down and thought about it, and felt that he was not wrong. I went to take revenge, but I fell in love with the enemy's son, and because of him, I became indecisive. I can't hate it, but I can't love it. What is this?"

"What's so strange about this?" Xiao Baoli chuckled, "Shizhen, you are a woman. We women have rich emotions, and love and hate are much stronger than men. This is actually our cuteness. But men can't understand. They Disdain this, and will use our weakness to hurt us. But I don't think there is anything to be ashamed of. Loving someone, what a beautiful thing, it will make you feel happy."

"Are you happy?" Feng Shizhen sneered, "Why do I feel like it's all endless distress?"

"Love itself is always happy." Xiao Baoli said, "What troubles you is everything other than love."

Feng Shizhen said: "But we can't just live in love."

"Yeah." Xiao Baoli let out a long sigh.

Feng Shizhen took a sip of coffee, and the thick sweetness filled his mouth, diluting the bitterness from the bottom of his heart. #####

one two Three

"How do you think the battle between the Rong family and the Meng family will end?" Feng Shizhen asked.

Xiao Baoli said: "Seventh Master is very tricky and slippery, but Rong Jiashang is also a new born calf who is not afraid of tigers, so it will only hurt both sides. Moreover, there are newspapers who don't know where to get the matter of Miss Meng, but fortunately, Seventh Master paid for it. The Meng family wants to save face, and there are four or five young ladies in the family. This matter is about to break out, and the ladies are not easy to marry. So, someone has come forward and invited Boss Du to be a lobbyist. Let’s hold a banquet in Jufu Spring. Let the two families not talk about peace, at least stop the war and stop the fire. If you can move the text, you won’t be able to use the force. I don’t know if this can be negotiated.”

Feng Shizhen pondered and said: "It should be possible. The Rong family was at a loss. If Rong Jiashang didn't pretend to lie to me, I think he would still feel guilty for his father. The seventh master lost his mind before, and now he has suffered a loss. It should be known that martial arts consume a lot of money, and it is not as cost-effective as Wendou."

Xiao Baoli nodded and smiled, "Shizhen, I still think you gave up too early."

"What can I do if I don't give up?" Feng Shizhen laughed at himself, "I'm just being myself. I'm just such an ordinary female teacher. Those borrowed skirts and jewelry always have to be returned. Just like Western Cinderella in fairy tales can only last until midnight as a princess."

"Speaking of jewelry—" Xiao Baoli opened the handbag, took out a handkerchief bag, and handed it to Feng Shizhen, "This is what the seventh master asked me to pass to you, saying that you left it with him."

Feng Shizhen opened the handkerchief, and the bright red Nanhong bracelet lay quietly on the light blue handkerchief.

"Seventh master..." Feng Shizhen picked up the bracelet, "what else did he say?"

Xiao Baoli shook her head, "He seems to be still angry. I just mentioned you a little, and he lashed out at me, scaring people to death. But don't worry, his anger is loud and rainy, and he won't come to trouble you again. ."

"I want to thank him for not killing him." Feng Shizhen mocked.

"Don't say that." Xiao Baoli said meaningfully, "Seventh Master has always treated you differently. You killed his very important subordinate, and he didn't say anything. In fact, he is very optimistic about you and has the intention to continue to train you. "

"But I really don't know how to praise." Feng Shizhen shrugged and smiled bitterly, "Li'er, thank the seventh master for me. I won't be able to leave him on the train tomorrow morning. He and I... we can't agree on many things. , but at least I thank him for helping me back then."

In the evening, when Feng Shizhen was packing his luggage, after thinking about it, he still put the string in the suitcase.

She once wandered in that flashy world, and this bracelet can be regarded as a tourist souvenir. Looking at it, I can remind myself how naive and stupid I have been, and how hopelessly I have liked a teenager.

"Are you ready?" Feng Shixun knocked on the door.

"Everything is packed." Feng Shizhen closed the suitcase and buckled the belt.

It's not that Feng Shixun couldn't see the sadness and loss on his sister's face, but he endured it and never mentioned anything related to the Rong family.

"You are traveling alone, and you should pay attention to safety." Feng Shixun said softly, "It's snowing in Peiping and it's very cold. Did you bring the leather jacket I bought for you?"

"Take it." Feng Shizhen smiled and took his brother's hand, "When I was studying in Nanjing, didn't I take good care of myself?"

Feng Shixun touched Feng Shizhen's hair, couldn't help but hug her into his arms and kissed the top of her hair.

The two brothers and sisters have grown up, and Feng Shizhen felt a little uncomfortable with such an intimate move. But Feng Shixun hugged her tightly, and she didn't dare to struggle hard, for fear of making her brother unhappy.

"Only we are one family, Shizhen." Feng Shixun hugged the stiff body in his arms and said cautiously, "Only I will not hurt you and use you. Only I will never leave you. ."

Feng Shizhen felt more moved and uncomfortable, so he had to say, "Who called you my eldest brother? My brother always has to clean up the mess for my sister."

Feng Shixun let out a long sigh, "It's fine. Anyway, in the future, the days that belong to you and me are still very, very long."

This also made Feng Shizhen think that she would suffer from insomnia, but she lay on the bed and fell asleep quickly. She thought she was dreaming, but she slept until the alarm went off, and she slept like a baby.

It was late in the winter night, and at half past five in the morning, the sky was still a deep dark blue. Feng Shizhen bid farewell to his parents and was accompanied by Feng Shixun to the train station.

In the early morning, the train station was already bustling, with white smoke wafting from the stalls early in the morning, and the travelers who just got off the train were holding fried buns and breathing the air of Shanghai. They all came to this prosperous city with ambitions, all dreaming of making a fortune and getting ahead. And a considerable number of them are doomed to disappointment. Shanghai Beach is a beast that will devour people, it will blow your will, wear down your backbone, and destroy your hope. And if you endure the torment and come back alive with a new face, it's just the same body with a strange soul in it.

"Shizhen!" Feng Shixun urged in front with his suitcase in hand.

Feng Shizhen took a deep breath and followed in his brother's footsteps.

Feng Shixun sent his sister to the box in the car all the way, and tipped the driver a dollar. The passengers in the same compartment were a kind-hearted old couple with a seven- or eight-year-old granddaughter. Feng Shixun was relieved when he saw that they looked like decent people.

"Brother, I can do it myself." Feng Shizhen was a little embarrassed when the old couple looked at him and smiled, and pushed Feng Shixun out, "Aren't you going to a meeting? If you don't leave now, you will be late. !"

Feng Shixun urged: "After you live in Nanjing, send me a telegram. It's the same when you arrive in Tianjin."

"Got it." Feng Shizhen blushed.

Feng Shixun got out of the car and said again, "Call my office when you arrive in Beiping!"

"I know!" Feng Shizhen stomped his feet.

Feng Shixun looked back in three steps, and left reluctantly.

Feng Shizhen returned to the box. The old lady sitting opposite took out an apple and invited her to eat it, and she also took out a pack of spiced melon seeds that she had brought. The two chatted for a while. It turned out that the family came to Shanghai from Peiping to visit relatives, and they also wanted to go back to Peiping.

The old man complained that Shanghai was humid and everything was more expensive than Peiping, and then asked how old Feng Shizhen was, who was in the family, whether he was married, and what the handsome young man just did. Feng Shizhen was patient and perfunctory, thinking why he still didn't drive.

The little girl who was playing in the corridor outside the door ran back and shouted, "Grandma, I want to eat roasted sweet potatoes!"

The old lady said, "I'm going to drive, don't run around."

Feng Shizhen got up quickly and said, "I want to eat it too. I'll go down and buy it."

The sky has gradually brightened, and the dark blue sky seems to have been washed off by water, turning into a grayish light blue. A train had just left, and there were few people on the platform. The dense steam of the train drifted away with the wind, like clouds and mists in the mountains. Vague figures hurriedly came and went in the fog, as if the ghosts had ended a night of wandering and were eager to return to where they came from.

Feng Shizhen stood in front of the stove for roasting sweet potatoes, smelling the strong sweet fragrance.

"I really want to take you far away."

Feng Shizhen turned his head and saw a couple of lovers bid farewell in front of the carriage door. The boy in military uniform had stepped on the steps of the carriage with one foot, but he couldn't help turning around and hugging his lover tightly. They are young and fearless, and if there is no one else, they tell lingering love words of parting.

Feng Shizhen looked at them with a slight smile on his face, but a heavy dull pain suddenly burst out of his chest. His heart seemed to be brutally pinched by a big hand, and he didn't even have the strength to beat.

How envious.

Even if the separation is imminent, they at least love each other, at least have each other's sincerity. This love can make people great and strong, and make people no longer feel alone.

On such a cold and dark morning, on the steam-filled platform, love isolates people from the chaotic and impetuous world, and builds a small world that only belongs to them.

Once, Feng Shizhen felt that as long as she turned around and nodded to the man, she could get these happiness.

However, it was just her stupid hallucination, the retribution for her daring to like the son of her enemy.

The train chirped. Feng Shizhen held a bag of hot roasted sweet potatoes and walked towards the entrance of the carriage.

The lovers were weeping and kissing reluctantly, as if they were facing life and death.

World really.

Feng Shizhen seemed to hear the gentle voice calling him again.

Wake up and give up. it's all over.

She cast a sympathetic and envious glance at the lovers, grabbed the handrail, and stepped up the steps.

A large hand wearing leather gloves suddenly reached out and clasped her wrist.

Immediately afterwards, her body tightened, and her strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her whole body back.

The roasted sweet potato in his arms rolled to the ground. Feng Shizhen's expression froze for a moment of daze and surprise, he fell backwards involuntarily, and fell into that solid and familiar embrace.

The platform is full of steam, the sky is dim, like a fantasy, and the train whistle is long.

Feng Shizhen felt as if he had fallen into a dream. She turned her head, looking uncertainly at the man who intercepted her, at the face that made her intrude unexpectedly.

And Rong Jiashang also stared at her, silent, with a stern face, letting the fog float to surround the two.

His heart broke free and began to beat frantically, but his mind betrayed his master at a critical moment, and huddled in the corner, unable to respond despite the call.

Feng Shizhen felt that he must be stupid looking at Rong Jiashang, but he couldn't even control his expression. Ten thousand thoughts passed through my mind, but none remained. She was completely stunned, like a cat being lifted by the back of her neck, her hands and feet curled up stiffly, not knowing whether to wait for a reprimand or a loving stroking.

"Fortunately..." Rong Jia hugged her tightly, staring at her face to face, but the corners of her hard lips slowly evoked a seemingly very gentle smile.

"Caught you!"

Feng Shizhen vaguely heard the sound of broken gold and jade in his mind, as if something had bound her for a long time, and finally shattered and fell off overwhelmed and turned into powder.

boom—

The train started slowly. Clouds of white fog surged, wrapping the two people who were looking at each other in silence.

"Hey, can't you two come up yet?" The head station shouted loudly at the door.

"Yes!" Rong Jia responded, pulling Feng Shizhen to chase after him.

He jumped into the car nimbly, stood at the door, and then extended his hand to Feng Shizhen.

"Shizhen, hurry up!"

The wind rolled up the hem of Rong Jia's coat and swept the strands of hair on his forehead. He smiled at Feng Shizhen in the wind, his eyes were like water in autumn, full of familiar clarity and warmth.

Feng Shizhen's chest was burning, he quickened his pace, and grabbed the hand he handed over.

A strong force dragged Feng Shizhen up. She slammed into a solid embrace and was pressed against the wall of the car again. The chests that were pressed together vibrated at the same frequency, and the body swayed gently with the gradually accelerating train.

Both of them were breathing eagerly, as if such a simple action just now had exhausted their life's strength.

"Why..." Feng Shizhen's breath was erratic, unbelievable, "Why did you..."

Rong Jia raised his eyes, "You came to provoke me first, how could you escape so easily?"

Feng Shizhen's eyes were sore and unbearable because of this sentence. She raised her hand and touched Rong Jia's cold face, which was blown by the wind, and sighed softly as if giving up.

"Shang Rong Jia, you are really my fault."

The corners of Rong Jia's lips lifted slightly: "Then carry me on your back."

Feng Shizhen stared at Rong Jia for a moment, raised his arms around his neck, stood on tiptoe, and kissed his lips actively. #####

one two four

After leaving the city, the train began to accelerate, and the rumble became more and more rapid. Outside the windows on both sides, the scenery of the winter countryside is rapidly regressing. The prosperous city of Shanghai, as well as the grudges and entanglements that happened in the city, were left far behind by them.

Feng Shizhen's heart beat a restless rhythm, his hand was held tightly by Rong Jiashang, and he passed through the carriage full of passengers. She was hesitant, and vaguely knew what was going to happen next. That hidden anticipation gave birth to a humiliating excitement that could not be restrained. She was pulled away by Rong Jia as if she had been cursed. Both of them were so eager that they attracted the attention of passengers along the way.

Rong Jia went up to the door of the VIP box, threw the ticket and tip to the driver, and pushed open the door.

Feng Shizhen was dragged in by Rong Jia before he could appreciate the narrow gaze of the driver.

The door slammed shut, a force pressed her against the door panel, and the scorching kisses fell overwhelmingly.

It was as if a spark had landed on an oiled haystack, igniting a raging fire with a bang.

The two kissed excitedly, hugged tightly, their lips and tongues twisted and twisted, like a suffocated person thirsting for the last bit of air.

Feng Shizhen inserted his fingers into Rong Jia's thick and thick hair and rubbed the back of his neck, as if trying to calm his restlessness, but it seemed to arouse his bloodiness even more.

Rong Jiashang stripped Feng Shizhen's coat almost roughly, picked her up, put her on the drawer, pinched her chin, and kissed her fiercely.

They held each other's faces, kissed intently and passionately, and used their lips to trace every line and every undulation on each other's features. This is also the first happy kiss between them. There is no more struggle and resistance, and no more coercion and resentment. Like a cloud meeting another cloud, as natural as the sun shines on slowly blooming flowers.

"Shizhen..." Rong Jiashang sighed, kissed Feng Shizhen's ear, and pressed his hot lips to her ear, "These days, I've been thinking about the scene where you rushed over. You saved me... I'm so happy. I'm so happy..."

Maybe it was not just a simple life-saving, it might be the redemption of Rong Jiashang's entire life. Feng Shizhen himself didn't know how to understand this sentence, but Rong Jiashang's sigh finally made her heart fall and returned to its original place.

The joy was overflowing, and a feeling of comfort that had never been experienced flooded through the body. Feng Shizhen hugged Rong Jiashang's shoulder tightly and kissed him back hard, expressing his joy beyond words with this warm gesture.

Rong Jia slid his Adam's apple, threw off his coat, picked up Feng Shizhen high, and put it on the sofa. Suit jackets, ties, vests... were thrown on the floor one by one.

Feng Shizhen blushed, leaned against the sofa with his body propped up, his eyes glistening, like lake water blown by the spring breeze. With a handsome smile on her face, Rong Jia leaned over and branded a kiss on her clavicle, which was as white and delicate as fragrant snow, and pecked out the rouge-colored traces.

The train whizzed across the field, the sun broke through the clouds, poured down, and shone into the carriage through the glass windows, like a veil covering the two kissing on the sofa.

Feng Shizhen hugged Rong Jiashang, feeling like he was hugging the sun, his whole body was hot, and his breath seemed to burn. However, Rong Jiashang refused to leave a space to breathe, kissed her greedily, and stroked her body inch by inch, provoking a series of tremors.

The heartbeat is out of control, and the eyes are full of flying golden streamers. Feng Shizhen seemed to be floating on the clouds, and the sense of weightlessness made her subconsciously cling to her solid body, like vines climbing a big tree.

"Shizhen...shizhen...I really..."

Really merry!

Rong Jiashang also felt that his whole body was burning, and he was so happy that he didn't know what to do. It is like a traveler who has traveled thousands of miles in the dark and finally came to the door that is lit with light; like a thousand years of begging to the sky, and finally received the treasure in the palm of his hand. He was so happy that he panicked, eager to confirm this hard-won happiness, his lips and hands lost rhythm.

Feng Shizhen was only breathing. The feeling of intimacy was so wonderful, for the first time in her life, that she became addicted almost instantly.

Suddenly, the world was spinning again, and Feng Shizhen was put on the bed. The sun shines directly on her face. She couldn't open her eyes, but Rong Jiashang grabbed her raised hand, clasped her fingers tightly, and pressed it against the sheet.

Feng Shizhen closed his eyes, the retina was a golden red, and there was a hot touch on his lips and ears again.

Rong Jia kissed so devoutly, as if worshiping the goddess.

Under the soft sunlight, he gently but firmly took off her dress, and then kissed her bare skin.

The heater in the car was fully turned on, Feng Shizhen's nose was sweating, and his body was shaking. Finally, he couldn't help but feel ashamed and raised his hand to cover his eyes. But kisses and hands swept the body wantonly, like a painter leaving heavy brushstrokes on the canvas.

When she felt that she couldn't bear it anymore, the hot body was covered heavily. The smooth and hot skin sticks together without any barriers, and the rubbing triggers a refreshing and pleasant feeling.

Feng Shizhen couldn't help but turn his face to look for Rong Jia's upper lips, and suddenly felt that he wanted to kiss him, hug him tightly, and say something to him. There was so much love in her heart that she didn't even know how to express it.

"Don't go..." Rong Jiashang kissed her eagerly.

"Well." Feng Shizhen raised his head, the corners of his eyes were wet, and he was greeted by the most thorough shock in his soul, and the pain that accompanied happiness.

Hard and soft collide, and the body blends into one, inseparable.

They hugged tightly, wrapped in a thin quilt, and lingered tenderly in the sun.

Feng Shizhen felt that they were like two blind people. They used their lips, hands, and every inch of their skin to feel each other's temperature and contours, to discover details they didn't know before, and to get to know this person again.

Time seemed to pass extremely slowly, every second being stretched out. The restlessness in his body was like a wildfire on the grassland. It had already been put out, but with just a little rubbing and a light kiss, it would start burning again.

Rong Jiashang ruthlessly suppressed Feng Shizhen's soft body, like a hungry wanderer who finally grabbed a bowl of fragrant dishes. He savagely occupied it, and ate unsatisfactorily. And Feng Shizhen breathed with a sultry sense of spring, his arms tightly wrapped around his undulating back, condoning his more thorough possession.

The intense pleasure overwhelmed their heads, making them fascinated and indulged in this wonderful realm tirelessly.

They should have fallen asleep for a while. When Feng Shizhen woke up, the sun had already turned to the other side of the carriage. But before she could think, Rong Jiashang groped over again, captured her with his sweet lips, hot chest and firm arms, and dragged her into the abyss of fascination again.

When his mind returned to his normal position again, Feng Shizhen noticed that the sky had begun to turn dark. The body is tired and sore, but the spirit is still excited, as if the huge waves have faded, but the waves are still rippling back and forth gently, with a long aftertaste.

The man embraced her in his arms behind him, his chest against his back was hot like a branding iron, and his long breath brushed against the back of her neck.

Feng Shizhen turned around and stared at Rong Jiashang's sleepy eyes. She couldn't help but smile, her eyes full of love.

She used to torment her so vigorously before, but now she is asleep, like a well-behaved and harmless child.

Obviously a very young man, how could he have such a face?

But Feng Shizhen has no plans to investigate which face is real and which one is fake. She let go completely, no longer tangled. No matter whose son this man is, what he has done, whether he loves her or not. As long as they are together at the moment, every extra minute creates a minute of good memories.

She went back to the girl who took the initiative to invite boys to dance. As if they were two strangers who met on the dance floor, accompanied by a melodious love song, pretended to be in love, and danced together under the swirling streamer.

When the dance is over, the streamer goes out. This is a piece of memory that has been sealed forever.

"What are you thinking?" Rong Jiashang opened his eyes, and Feng Shizhen's vision also lit up.

"I miss you." Feng Shizhen used his fingers to paint his lover's beautiful eyebrows and warm lips bit by bit.

Rong Jiashang grabbed her hand, put it on his lips and kissed, and said, "I miss you too."

"What do you miss me?" Feng Shizhen put his pillow on his arm and looked at him curiously.

Rong Jia hugged her, fondly rubbed her smooth arm gently, and said, "How do you want to make you happy. What do you want to do in the future? Think...what do you want to do so that you won't be disappointed."

Feng Shizhen snuggled into his arms and said softly, "Don't think so much, Jiashang. We have already left Shanghai."

Rong Jiashang sighed slowly and gave up a smile, "Yes, we finally escaped."

When the train arrived in Nanjing, the sky had turned dark. The two stayed at the hotel, and when Rong Jia told the front desk to open a room, Feng Shizhen stood quietly beside him. The eyes of the two tacitly connected, and Feng Shizhen couldn't help but move away first, his face a little hot.

As the waiter led them to the room, the two kept holding hands. Rong Jia's fingers were restlessly scratching in Feng Shizhen's palm, making her cheeks hotter and gradually unable to lift her head.

After entering the room, Rong Jia threw his coat on the ground and couldn't wait to press Feng Shizhen into the sofa.

Feng Shizhen took a breath, and then chuckled again. The laughter was very playful, as sweet as a silver bell. Rong Jia took a deep breath of the fresh and elegant fragrance of his lover's body, kissed heavily, intertwined his lips and teeth, and played with each other with his tongue.

Feng Shizhen touched the back of Rong Jiashang's head, with connivance in his smile. But Rong Jiashang restrained. He pulled Feng Shizhen up, took care of her messy sideburns, put her on his lap, and said, "I starved to death. I haven't eaten all day today. I know Nanjing better than me and know what to eat. Is it a restaurant?" #####

one two five

Feng Shizhen sat in Rong Jia's arms, and was suddenly called "Sir" by him, and a thin blush appeared on his cheeks.

"Hey, don't call it that."

"What's that called?" Rong Jia jokingly said, "Is it wrong to call you Mr.? What's your name? Darling? Baby?"

Feng Shizhen held the man's handsome face and sealed his hateful lips with a kiss. After a while, he whispered: "Jia Shang, you have to be good."

This time, it was Rong Jia who blushed violently.

Feng Shizhen laughed proudly and dragged him from the sofa, "Go, I'll take you to eat the flower-carved drunken fish from Liu Yidao's house!"

Feng Shizhen has read books in Jinling for several years, and he is relatively familiar with the local area. She took Rong Jia to a well-known and time-honored restaurant for dinner, and ordered the restaurant's signature dish, called Wen Lu Jiu, who ran the hall.

It was freezing cold, and the warm wine poured into the stomach, and a warm feeling surged. This is not Shanghai, and the two of them tacitly refrained from talking about people and things in Shanghai, and happily ate, chatted and laughed. Feng Shizhen picked up some interesting stories when he was studying and told Rong Jiashang, Rong Jiashang listened with relish and talked about his life in Chongqing.

"The school is backed by the mountains, cold and damp. Most of the classmates are from private homes in the Chongqing area, and a few are children like me who were excluded from their families." Rong Jiashang recalled, but there was no resentment. "After the school's back door goes out, there is a small road. Able to go up the mountain. We always like to go over the wall and play when the instructors are not paying attention.”

"What's so fun in the mountains?" Feng Shizhen, a child who grew up in a plain city, is also very curious about the mountains.

"The boys mainly go to hunt birds." Rong Jia said with a smile, "Especially after we learned how to use guns, we used pocket money to buy soil shotguns from hunters. Grilled and eaten by the creek. But then a gun went wrong and a senior boy was blown in the face. Then we didn’t dare to play with guns.”

"What about school life?" Feng Shizhen asked.

Rong Jiashang smiled and said: "It's boring, but I did learn a lot. The instructors are very strict with us. If you can overcome that rebellious mentality, then you will understand that the instructors are actually for your own good. Besides, I am in school. Still very favored. After all, my surname is Rong."

"Have you been bullied?"

"Of course." Rong Jiashang held Feng Shizhen's hand, "I am actually quite aggressive and arrogant. Especially in the first two years, I was very arrogant, so I made the seniors in the senior year look down on me. We often I made an appointment to fight in the woods outside the west gate of the school, and I was caught by an instructor, so I remembered everything."

"Where's your friend?" Feng Shizhen stared at him with a face, like a girl listening to love words.

Rong Jiashang clasped her fingers tightly, looked at her tenderly, and said, "There are several friends who don't know each other, and they still keep in touch now. Don't laugh, but I'm really a man of the school. ."

"I believe in you." Feng Shizhen smiled, "It's so interesting, no wonder you're reluctant to go back to Shanghai."

"Fortunately, I'm back." Rong Jia kissed her hand, "If I don't come back, how will I meet you?"

Feng Shizhen felt a rush of electricity rushing through the body from the kissed skin, and his entire arm was numb. She said softly: "Believe it or not, if there is fate, we will meet no matter what."

"I believe." Rong Jia said, "When the time comes, I will find you, come to you, and ask you to dance."

Feng Shizhen thought about it and asked, "I've always been curious. How did you feel when I asked you to dance in the dance hall?"

"My mind is empty." Rong Jiashang said, "your eyes are open, like the moon without clouds. When I look into your eyes, I don't think about anything, I can only follow you. I remember You're nervous, but I'm more nervous than you are. I'm afraid I'll step on your feet clumsily, and I'm afraid of being laughed at. I tried my best to dance so seriously for the first time in my life."

Feng Shizhen was amused, "Are you afraid of being laughed at?"

"I have a lot of fears." Rong Jiashang said, "I am afraid that I am too young to support the Rong family; I am afraid that I will make wrong decisions and lose the support of my subordinates; I am afraid that I will become like my father, I lost myself in the struggle for power and profit. What I fear most is losing you. Shizhen, you don't know, you are my light. Every time I see you, I have a feeling of waking up from a nightmare. Only you can Remind me not to forget the dream, only you come to me again and again, save me, and pull me back from the edge of the cliff. So, Sejin, you don't know how happy I am now."

"I know." Feng Shizhen said softly, "then do you know? I have told so many lies that I can't remember them, so many that I can't tell the truth from the fake sometimes. The last time I saw you in the ballroom, I didn't know who you were, but I fell in love with you right away. It's true."

"I know." Rong Jiashang tilted his head slightly and smiled softly, "Shizhen, I love you too."

When I came out after eating, the sky outside did not know when a drizzle of cow drizzle floated. Rong Jiashang put the beret on Feng Shizhen's head, wrapped her in a coat, and walked along the long street to the hotel. Maybe it was the red wine for dinner that made them all a little drunk. The two of them laughed loudly all the way while facing the gazes of others. If there was no one else, they swore their happiness to the world.

"What color do you like the most?" Feng Shizhen thought, "red and blue. How about you?"

"Green." Rong Jia replied and asked again, "What kind of music do you like to listen to?"

"I like listening to Mr. Mei's play."

"I like Western symphonies." Rong Jiashang laughed at himself. "Compared to other sons and brothers who grew up abroad, I am the most rustic. Probably because of this, I am especially rare in Western things."

Feng Shizhen was amused by him and laughed, "Then when was the first time you fell in love with a girl?"

"Summer when I was seventeen." Rong Jia didn't hide it, "How about you?"

Feng Shizhen also said calmly: "When I was studying in a girls' high school, I secretly liked the teacher who taught us English."

"You actually like to teach poor and sour teachers?" Rong Jia called out.

"I'm a poor and sour teacher!" Feng Shizhen reached out and pinched his waist.

"Sir, forgive me, I was wrong!" Rong Jiashang hid with a smile, then stretched out his arms to hug the older lover tightly, and kissed her forehead, "The past is over, from now on, you You can only like me!"

Feng Shizhen was surrounded by the hot body temperature of the young man, and his breath was full of the refreshing scent of cologne on the man. She felt slightly dizzy, as if she was under a spell, and she nodded after what Rong Jia said.

"I'm the only one on my mind."

"Um."

"You have to think that I am the most handsome in the whole world."

"Okay."

"Kiss me at least ten times a day."

"It all counts... well."

"And, and..."

Rong Jia babbled on, the long eyelashes were stained with rain, and the handsome face glowed with light. Feng Shizhen couldn't help it, stood on tiptoe, put his arms around his neck, and sealed his lips with a kiss.

The hat slipped and fell on the wet ground, but the two of them who were focused on kissing didn't care.

Passers-by passed by, making a disapproving tut.

The two parted breathlessly, their breath condensed into white mist in the cold rainy night. Feng Shizhen raised his hand and touched Rong Jia's wet eyelashes, and his hand was immediately held. The raindrops got bigger, Rong Jia took off his coat and covered Feng Shizhen's head, and dragged her to run towards the hotel.

They rushed into the hotel lobby laughing, and ran into the elevator while others looked sideways. It was just the two of them in the elevator. Rong Jiashang couldn't help pushing Feng Shizhen against the wall, bowing his head and kissing her fiercely.

Feng Shizhen was excited and nervous, for fear that someone would come in and see it. She never imagined that she would be so reckless, as if she had unintentionally released an insane soul from her body. She took a lot of effort to coax Rong Jiashang, and when the two entered the room, she was hugged by the man and pressed against the door.

The strength that Feng Shizhen had managed to condense vanished into thin air. She was soft all over, allowing the man to invade step by step, and she could only respond with panting and trembling.

Rong Jiashang didn't even have time to take off each other's clothes, so she raised her legs and stepped forward. Feng Shizhen leaned on his shoulder and breathed softly, moaning intermittently as he pushed back against him. They kissed desperately, their bodies tightly entangled, sweat pouring out of every pore. The great pleasure that came with the pain caused both of them to mess up their hands and feet a little, and there was a buzzing in their ears.

After a while, Feng Shizhen was placed on the sofa. Rong Jia stood up straight, with a smile on his lips, and took off his clothes one by one.

There are full and solid muscles under the clothes, that is the strong physique of an adult man. The once childish and soft edges and corners of Rong Jia's face were also sharpened and tough at some point. The whole person was like a sword waiting to be unsheathed, buzzing in the scabbard.

His muscles have been refined and refined after years of exercise, without a trace of fat on his body, smooth lines, straight and slender legs, full of beauty that makes the painter admire.

"Does it look good?" Rong Jia asked.

Feng Shizhen blushed, but answered honestly and frankly, "Good-looking. You are the most beautiful person I have ever met."