City of Streamer

The covered window said, "I want to smoke a big cigarette."

"It's not good for your health." Rong Jia said.

"I don't want to live a long life." Rong Dingkun glared at his son, "Recover my cigarettes, and I'll tell you about the Bai family."

Rong Jia was silent for a moment, then rang the bell.

Half an hour later, the sweet and greasy smell unique to Big Smoke filled the bedroom. Rong Dingkun was half-lying on the bed, puffing up clouds and mist, his face full of contentment. Rong Jiashang resisted his disgust, opened a window, and breathed in the fresh, cold air.

"Speak." Rong Jia said.

Rong Dingkun cleared his throat and said, "I came to Shanghai to do business after the Bai family got married, and seldom went home. She was unwilling to be lonely and stole someone, and she had a son and a daughter with him, pretending to be my children. I don't recognize her. She planned to run away with the man when she wanted to expose her. Halfway along the way... I don't know if I met a robber or if the man repented and killed her anyway."

Rong Jiashang heard his father speak for a long time, and asked indifferently, "What about the two children?"

"Also dead." Rong Dingkun said, "They were all killed. Get out when you're done asking, don't disturb me to smoke."

Rong Jiashang got up with a half-smile, walked over to the table next to him, and poured himself a cup of tea. After the tea was finished, he walked over to the bed again and looked at Rong Dingkun, who was completely confused.

"Father," Rong Jiashang asked again, "Are the children of the Bai family yours?"

"It's not!" Rong Dingkun shook his head in confusion, a little disgusted.

"Whose is that?" Rong Jia asked.

Rong Dingkun hummed: "Yes... Rong Dingkun's..."

Rong Jia frowned, thought for a moment, and asked, "Father, what's your name?"

Rong Dingkun was shocked for a moment, and immediately said: "My name is Rong Dingkun, I am from Guojia Town, I was born on the fourth day of March in the tenth year of Guangxu, my name is Brother Guang, and my father is Rong Youde..."

"Got it!" Rong Jiashang interrupted impatiently, "Needless to say."

Rong Dingkun closed his mouth blankly, and bluntly picked up the cigarette rod and started smoking again.

Rong Jiashang knew that with his father's temperament, he would never act like a fool to his son. He must be confused now. But every time he asks a question, Rong Dingkun has a bit of a wrong answer, making Rong Jiashang unable to figure out the answer to the mystery, which is really like scratching his boots, and it is extremely uncomfortable.

"Father," Rong Jiashang asked casually, "where is Bai's husband now?"

Rong Dingkun's eyes were straight, as if recalling something painful, the whole person trembled and curled up.

"He has disappeared, I personally... From now on, no one can find him again!"

"Who is he?" Rong Jia grabbed his father, "Father, what did you do with your own hands? What is this man's name?"

Rong Dingkun looked at Rong Jia with scattered eyes, and spit out three words at a time: "Qin Shuigen."

Rong Jiashang was surprised and puzzled: "Qin Shuigen is not..."

Rong Dingkun couldn't help laughing: "There is no Qin Shuigen anymore. You can't find him anymore."

Rong Jiashang was shivering with chills, and stood like a stone pillar in front of the bed, staring at the man smoking a cigarette like a ghost.

Rong Dingkun's eyes became more and more distracted, and his words began to go upside down.

"Ahe..." he muttered, "I'm really desperate! Why don't you understand me? If you were willing to help me, I wouldn't have come this far. You forced me to do all this... "

"Father?" Rong Jia pushed him up, "Who is Ah He? Qin Shuigen, Rong Dingkun, which one is you?"

Rong Dingkun was complaining blindly, his mind became more and more slack, his words were upside down, and he couldn't hear at all.

Rong Jiashang looked at his father's sluggish appearance, and gave birth to an indescribable sadness.

It rained at night until dawn. The raindrops fell on the leaves in the courtyard, making a dense rustling sound, which sounded like the sound of the waves lapping the shore reef.

Feng Shizhen listened to the sound of rain all night. When he woke up in the morning, he couldn't tell whether he was still in a dream.

Meng Mansion has no hostess, so it is a bit more cold and sober than Rong Mansion. The footman and the mother were well-trained and walked quietly. The flowers that were just cut from the greenhouse were still carrying dew, and there was a faint cold fragrance floating in the air.

Feng Shizhen walked downstairs in soft-soled shoes and heard vague human voices coming from the study.

"Is it true?" Meng Xian saw the skirt of the woman's lotus green cheongsam through the half-opened study door, "Come in. There is a guest you need to meet."

Feng Shizhen walked into the study with a look of confusion.

"Sister?" With an exclamation, a middle-aged woman with white temples and a Yin Dan Shilin jacket stood up and stared at Feng Shizhen in surprise. She is over forty years old, her skin is fair, and she can vaguely see the beauty of her youth, but her family is cold, her clothes are simple, and her back is accustomed to hunched.

Feng Shizhen only felt that she was a little familiar, and suddenly understood. This woman should be the Qian's aunt.

"This eldest sister, look carefully." Meng Xian sat on the high-back sofa beside him, smoking a cigarette and laughing, "If you make a mistake, it will be a big joke."

The woman turned a deaf ear, strode up to Feng Shizhen, and looked her up and down with burning eyes.

"Like it! The face really looks like the big sister! The eyebrows are like the brother-in-law, especially the eyes, which are exactly the same as the brother-in-law." Qian pulled Feng Shizhen around, "Where's the longevity lock? Are you still wearing it?"

"No." Feng Shizhen shook his head regretfully.

Meng Xian held his eyes, and his eyes flickered.

Qian Shi sighed and said again: "Then untie your hair and let me see the back of your head."

Feng Shizhen was at a loss, but obediently untied the card. Qian slid away the hair on the back of her neck. On the white skin at the root of her hair, there was a small brown-red mole the size of a sesame seed, which had been hidden in her hair.

Qian Shi was stunned, her eyes turned red when she saw it, her rough hands grabbed Feng Shizhen, and burst into tears.

"It's you! You have a red mole here! You are a big girl!"

Feng Shizhen touched the back of his neck in a daze. The little red mole in the hair on the back of her neck was discovered by Rong Jiashang between the beds of the bed a while ago. She didn't even know it herself.

"How do you..." Feng Shizhen was speechless, "Auntie, how did you know?"

Qian Shi wiped a tear and said, "Why don't I know. I wasn't married when my sister gave birth to you, and I don't know how many diapers I changed for you. I didn't expect you to be alive! It's God's mercy!"

His heart was beating violently in his chest, and blood rushed to his brain, causing Feng Shizhen's temple to throb. This marriage came too fast and went too smoothly, she was a little at a loss.

Meng Xian interrupted, "Don't cry, eldest sister, and make it clear. You tell this young lady what's going on at her house."

Qian held Feng Shizhen's hand tightly and said with tears: "Your maiden name is Bai, your name is Bai Yuzhen, your father's surname is Rong, your name is Rong Dingkun, you are the only child of the fourth room of the Rong family in Guojiazhen. Senior, it seems to be the fourth row, but it is your father's first-born daughter, named Fangzhen. The wooden character is a Zhenzhen..."

As if a bolt of lightning pierced the night sky, Feng Shizhen's mind suddenly lit up. Some broken and blurred fragments flashed back to my eyes at this moment.

The rickety inn lantern, my mother picked her up, pointed at a man and said, "Zhen'er, call me daddy."

Mrs. Feng hugged her and asked coaxingly, "What's Nannan's name, do you remember?"

Little Feng Shizhen said weakly, "Zhenzhen..."

"Zhen'er..." Feng Shizhen murmured. #####Continue to spill dog blood~~~

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Qian Shi sighed and said, "Before you were born, your father left home and went all the way to Shanghai to do business. He rarely comes back once a year, and it's hard work outside. My sister is pregnant again, because I didn't get along well with your grandmother, so I went back to my mother's house and gave birth to your younger brother. My brother-in-law was very happy when he got the news. He even sent a letter from Shanghai saying that he had made a fortune in Shanghai and wanted to pick up your mother and son. Shanghai enjoys happiness. I had already gone to Guangzhou with my family at that time, and your mother sent me a letter to tell me about it, and I am very happy."

Feng Shizhen felt his scalp tingle for a while, and the blood color faded little by little.

"But your mother's life is not good." Qian Shi lowered her head and wiped away tears, "She took you and your brother to Shanghai to find your father, and died of illness halfway there. I heard that my brother-in-law went to deal with your mother and son's funeral, but he The illness was brought into Rong's house, and all of Rong's family died of exhaustion. Later, I heard that my brother-in-law was too sad, so he sold the land and went to Shanghai and never returned to his hometown. Zhen'er, why didn't you die? You and your father Have you met? Where's your brother?"

"My brother and I are separated." Feng Shizhen said, "Mother and we didn't die of illness, but we met a gangster halfway and were killed."

Qian Shi screamed in horror, "How could this be?"

Feng Shizhen briefly talked about the fact that he was rescued by the Feng family, and the Feng family paid for the burial of the Bai family.

"Your mother's ashes were actually donated by you?" Qian Shi seemed to be struck by a bolt from the blue, "I heard from the old relatives that your father cremated all three of your mother and placed them in the ancestral grave of the Rong family. Yes!"

"Who knows who is buried in that grave?" Feng Shizhen sneered, "I'm not even sure if that person is my father. Aunt, did you give us that photo?"

Qian Shi hurriedly nodded, "I have a total of two photos, a wedding photo of your parents, and a family photo of our old Qian family when you are 100 days old. The wedding photos have been given to another group of people."

That should be in Rong Jia's hands. Feng Shizhen and Meng Xian exchanged glances.

"Tell me about my father." Feng Shizhen poured Qian Shi a cup of tea.

"Brother-in-law is a good person." Qian said, "At that time, the neighbors said that your mother was married well. Brother-in-law is good-looking and has a good character and family background. He never made fun of those little wives and widows. Knowing that he is motivated, seeing that the output in the fields is not good, he will go to the city to work and start a business bit by bit. He is also very kind to your mother and daughter, and he will send things back every three days. What kind of Western perfume, lipstick Ah, foreign silk, in short, it is considerate. Later, he made money and returned to rebuild the ancestral hall for his family. When your grandmother mentioned him, everyone said: Our family and brother are lucky stars who came into the world, and there will be big ones in the future. Promising. I heard later that your father's business is getting bigger and bigger, and I think your grandma was right, but unfortunately she didn't enjoy it. "

"Who are you and brother?" Feng Shizhen always felt that this title was a bit familiar.

"It's your father." Qian said, "your father's nickname is Ah He."

Ah He...

Another flash of lightning, like a giant axe splitting the sea of ​​consciousness, stirred up memories like a raging wave.

Rong Dingkun, who had smoked a lot of cigarettes, slumped on the bed and called out this name in horror.

Ah He, you were killed by me... I buried yours with my own hands...

Feng Shizhen felt as if he had been punched heavily in his stomach, so he could not help bending down, his facial features were wrinkled.

"Is there anything wrong?" Qian Shi didn't know why.

"Give her some time to relax." Meng Xu'an said, "Eldest sister, Rong Dingkun said he made a fortune, what kind of fortune?"

"Buying a lottery ticket!" Qian was very proud, "My sister wrote to me about this. She said that my brother-in-law won a big lottery ticket in Shanghai, and he could buy a big house and a shop! With my sister and children, I went to the city to enjoy happiness."

Meng Xian looked at Feng Shizhen.

Feng Shizhen glanced at him faintly, got up and walked to the corner diagonally opposite the study. Meng Xian put out the cigarette and followed.

"How?" Meng Xu'an asked, "do you think her words are not credible?"

Feng Shizhen shook his head and said, "That Ah He... Rong Dingkun once said that he killed Ah He. He was very afraid that Ah He would ask him for his life. People like Rong Dingkun owe a lot of blood. What makes him particularly afraid must be because he owes a lot."

Meng Xian put his hand in his trouser pocket, stood against the window sill, and said with a smile: "Now all the clues are coming up. Rong Dingkun—or Qin Shuigen, killed the real Rong Dingkun in order to grab the lottery ticket, and pretended to be He trapped his wife and children. He even introduced the disease into the Rong family, killing everyone in the Rong family who could recognize him."

Feng Shizhen's face was so pale that it was almost transparent, his eyes were numb, and he stared blankly at the withered bushes outside the window.

"How did the two of them know each other?" she asked. "How could one person impersonate the other so easily?"

Meng Xu'an turned to ask Qian Shi: "Eldest sister, do you know who your brother-in-law had friends in Shanghai at the time?"

"Friends?" Qian recalled, "This is not clear. But my brother-in-law is warm and righteous, especially likes to make friends. There are many friends! My family is his friend."

"Is there any relationship that is particularly good?" Meng Xian guided, "For example, does he look a lot like him?"

Qian's eyes lit up: "Oh, there really is one! When my brother-in-law first went to Shanghai, he rescued a man who was about to commit suicide, and he paid back the money for that man. My sister blamed him for spending money, he said that the man grew up with him. They are very similar and feel very fateful. I remember that the two of them became brothers later."

"What's that person's name?" Feng Shizhen asked immediately.

"I don't remember." Qian shook his head, "Remember it seems to be a plasterer? Because your father and mother quarreled a few times about money, and your father said that the man found a job to repair the roof, and he could pay back the money in the future. That's what I do too, so I remember a little bit."

Feng Shizhen's face was filled with disappointment. The thread was broken again.

Meng Xian was busy going out to the company, leaving Feng Shizhen to entertain the Qian family. Feng Shizhen had breakfast with his aunt, then sent her to the guest room to rest, and arranged for an old mother to serve her.

Qian's family owns a grocery store, and he has a good sense of sight, so he may have noticed that things at his sister's house are a bit complicated. Moreover, Feng Shizhen's face did not show any joy in finding his relatives, instead he became more and more gloomy and silent. Qian is very sensible, and does not pull Feng Shizhen to catch up.

Afterwards, Feng Shizhen went out and drove a brand new Chevrolet car owned by Meng Xian himself, and went for a circle around his home.

Feng Shizhen counted the time, and he really saw his mother, Mrs. Feng, returning from the market with a basket on her back. Mrs. Feng was wearing a neat quilted jacket and newly made trousers. There is also a bag of braised pig ears in the vegetable basket. It seems that Feng Shixun is not on duty today and is going home for dinner.

Mr. Feng was also wearing a brand new cotton jacket and an old military cap. He was standing at the gate, chatting with neighbors while waiting for his old wife. He took the basket, smelled the braised pork with a smile, talked to his wife, turned around and entered the door, very loving.

Feng Shizhen reluctantly withdrew his gaze until the door was closed.

She drove the car to the side door of the Red House Hospital again. During lunch time, the doctors came out of the back door of the building of the outpatient clinic and walked to the cafeteria. Feng Shixun of Yushu Linfeng is very conspicuous among a group of male doctors. He copied his hands and walked quickly, his face was expressionless, and he seemed to be deeply concerned.

Seeing his serious appearance, Feng Shizhen couldn't help but laugh.

Feng Shixun suddenly stopped and looked to the side.

"Sehun, why are you in a daze?" The colleague came over and patted him on the shoulder, "Let's go! It's late, the braised chicken legs will be robbed again."

Feng Shixun smiled and shook his head, looked away, and walked towards the cafeteria with his colleagues.

"By the way," the colleague asked, "How are you preparing for your further study abroad? When will you leave?"

"Ferry tickets for the ninth day of the lunar new year." Feng Shixun said.

"I heard news that you applied to the hospital to take a family member to go abroad?" the colleague asked curiously. "The nurses all said that you are going to get married, is that true?"

Feng Shixun just smiled and walked into the cafeteria.

"Is it true?" My colleagues followed step by step, "Oh, how many little nurses are going to be heartbroken now, our buddies have an opportunity. I said you are quite secretive, when will we talk about it? We have a girlfriend and we don't even know?"

"Not a girlfriend." Feng Shixun said, "I plan to take my sister with me."

When my colleague heard this, he suddenly looked strange: "Your sister? Didn't she go to teach in Peiping?"

Feng Shixun said: "My scholarship is very generous this time, and she is very smart and diligent. I have already helped her choose a school. She followed me and applied for the scholarship together, hoping to pursue a master's degree."

Colleague tsk tsk: "I've never seen your brother who loves your sister so much. I'm afraid your wife will have a hard time getting along with my sister-in-law in the future."

Feng Shixun took the dinner plate and said with a smile, "Not necessarily. Maybe there will be a law of both."

"What is the law of both sides?" the colleague asked.

Feng Shixun refused to speak, and slipped away with a smile.

Feng Shizhen drove his car and turned aimlessly on the road in the concession. It's only been more than a month since I left, except for a batch of advertising posters on the street, nothing has changed.

When he came back to his senses, Feng Shizhen found that he had driven the car to the intersection of Wen Chunli.

Wen Chunli has a new look, new apartment buildings stand tall, brand new street lamps stand high, the cement road is smooth and clean, and there is not even a bit of cigarette butts. The stump had been shoveled and a row of ginkgo trees had been replanted. After a few years, the trees will grow and turn golden and brilliant in the fall, making them a delightful beauty for the residents.

Feng Shizhen parked the car and walked into the lane. The Nan'an police officer at the door saw that she was well-dressed and driving a beautiful car. When she was a rich man visiting the house, they let her in without asking.

The house is newly built, but the road has not been changed. Feng Shizhen walked in along the path, and by virtue of his memory, he found the location of the Feng family back then.

There is now a beautiful new bungalow, two storeys high, with a small bare garden. There were already people living in the house next door, and the children ran up and down laughing and laughing. It was very lively.

"Miss, do you want to buy a house?" The broker thought he had a business, so he approached Feng Shizhen and handed him his business card, "This is the Rong family's newest house, it's all single-family houses, with four bedrooms up and down, two bathrooms, and the latest style. The sewer system. If you don’t like western-style buildings, we also have the latest apartment on the street side, which is very popular with single ladies like you…”

"All the old houses in this piece have been demolished?" Feng Shizhen interrupted him.

The broker was taken aback and said, "Not really."

Feng Shizhen just asked casually. Hearing the broker's answer, he was surprised: "Where do you keep it?"

The broker raised his hand and said, "There is an old house in the west corner. It didn't burn very badly, so it stayed for some reason."

Feng Shizhen became curious, sent the broker, walked westward along the road for a while, and really saw the old house that was preserved.

This old house is next to the half-burned tree, two stories high, with a courtyard in the middle. Feng Shizhen remembered that since the Feng family moved to Wenchunli, no one lived in this house. The doors and windows of the house have iron railings. Although the children tried to go in and find out more than once, they never succeeded.

Now the exterior wall of this old house has been repainted, and it looks the same as the new buildings on both sides, but the iron railings on the windows are still the same, and a new iron door has been replaced. The whole house is like an iron box, which keeps some dark secrets.

When Feng Shizhen was thinking about the house, his ears caught a familiar voice.

She turned her head sharply and saw a few well-dressed people walking around the corner at the intersection dozens of meters ahead. The tall young man in a neat suit who was leading was Rong Jiashang. #####

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"Almost 60% of the houses in this area have been sold," Rong Jia said. "Three junctions ahead is the river bank. The basic construction of the port has been completed. Private boats..."

The words came to an abrupt end, and he turned his head sharply like a sensitive hound and looked across the road.

The people who followed him looked around, and saw that the road was empty, and there was not even a shadow of a person.

"Jia Shang, what's wrong?" the young girl who followed Rong Jia Shang's footsteps asked aloud.

"It's nothing." Rong Jia laughed at himself, "Sorry, where did you just say?"

"Port." The girl reminded.

Rong Jia nodded and continued: "This is a civilian port with eighty to one hundred ship slots. There are also supporting shops and hotel apartment buildings being built at the same time."

"That's great." The girl smiled happily, "Our family likes sailing the most. The port on the east coast is too far, so why don't you park the boat near your door. Daddy, don't you think?"

A middle-aged man walking behind nodded and smiled: "It's also convenient to go to sea from here. In short, it's a grown-up gift for you, if you like it."

"Daddy!" the girl asked coquettishly, "Jia Shang, do you like sailing? My uncle just gave me a small yacht, which was launched last month. I plan to invite my classmates and friends to have a cocktail party on the boat. , come and play together."

"Thank you, Miss Li, for your kind invitation." Rong Jia smiled politely, and shook off the girl's arm around his arm without leaving a trace, "I am a little afraid of water, and try not to get on the boat in my life. You're spoiled."

"Then it's okay to have a dance party in my new house." The girl refused to give up. "Daddy, let's buy that building in the port! Please!"

The middle-aged man laughed, but did not readily agree to his daughter's request. Rong Jia was perfunctory with the beloved daughter of the distinguished guests, while taking them away.

Rong Jia paused for a while as he passed the mutilated old tree, and the eyes he cast were extraordinarily gentle.

When everyone had disappeared at the end of the road, Feng Shizhen came out from behind the tree.

She looked at the direction where Rong Jia was leaving, sighed softly, and returned to the parking lot along the original road.

Shizhen...

Feng Shizhen's back went numb for a while, and the hand pulling the doorknob froze.

She turned her head slowly.

Behind him, strange passers-by came and went, but there was no familiar face.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and felt ridiculous and sad that she had such hallucinations.

She got into the car, slammed the door, drove the car, and left quickly.

Rong Jiashang walked out of the iron gate of the community with the roar of the car leaving and shook hands with the middle-aged man. Polite, elegant and handsome, he is already a young master on his own.

When the lights were on, it rained again outside. The north wind howled, cracking raindrops against the windowpane.

In the Meng family's study with the fireplace burning, after Feng Shizhen finished dinner, he chatted with Qian to pass the time. The Qian family had calmed down from the excitement in the morning, took Feng Shizhen's hand, and talked about the old affairs of the Qian Rong family.

"Your Rong family was a wealthy family in the town in the early years, but the harvest in the fields was not as good as each year. When you were not born, the Rong family was already a little difficult to support, and most of the long-term workers quit. Your father has a vision. He didn't want to guard a few acres of land at home, and wanted to go out and explore. At the age of eighteen, he carried fifty yuan in his pockets and went to Shanghai to do business with the people in the town."

"Why didn't my mother come to Shanghai with him?" Feng Shizhen asked.

Qian said, "Your mother became pregnant with you soon after she passed the door, so she had to stay in Guojia Town. Zhen'er, I heard that your father is now the most wealthy boss in Shanghai. You should meet him soon. Yeah. Aunt help you to testify, keep him safe from ignoring you!"

Feng Shizhen smiled indifferently and asked, "Does my father have many friends?"

"A lot." Qian said, "your father is loyal and has many friends. After he arrived in Shanghai, he and a group of friends rented a grotto gate house. Because his friend's family had many children, he gave up the big house in Chaoyang. , I'm going to live in the pavilion by myself. For this, your mother often complained that he was too simple and honest, and worried that he would suffer."

Feng Shizhen painted the image of a simple and kind young man in his mind, but he wore a cold and hypocritical face of Rong Dingkun. She shook her head hastily, pushing the image out of her mind.

"What business did my father do in Shanghai?"

"I don't know much about the business," Qian said. "It seems that he just brought in some inferior goods from the dock and sold them on the streets. Later, he and a friend pooled money to rent a shop, and the business was much better. It's a pity. The good times didn't last long, his friend owed money, and your father paid the shop out and paid the money for the friend."

Saying that, Qian Shi sighed again: "Although he and your mother have been separated for many years, they have a very good relationship. Zhen'er, I don't know how happy he will be when he sees you when he looks back."

Feng Shizhen sneered: "Yeah, I just don't know."

"Niece," Qian said, "I'm a nosy aunt and ask, what's your relationship with this boss Meng?"

Feng Shizhen laughed and said, "He is my... friend, Gu Dao warm-hearted, just help me find my relatives."

My aunt was a little disappointed: "Boss Meng looks like a real talent. I don't know if you are married? You are twenty-four or five this year. It's time to think about lifelong events."

Feng Shizhen smiled and said, "Don't you want to find relatives? When you recognize your father, let him handle it for me."

"That's right!" Qian said hurriedly, "I'm confused. When you go back to the Rong family, even the president's son will be able to marry!"

"Then I have to prepare a thick gift." Meng Xian walked into the study with a big smile, followed by Yang Xiucheng, who was wearing a Chinese-style long gown and carrying a leather bag.

Qian Shi hurriedly got up, pleaded guilty and left. Yang Xiucheng closed the door of the study.

"What did you ask?" Meng Xian threw the coat he took off on the sofa and asked while pouring wine.

Feng Shizhen said: "My aunt said Rong Dingkun was upright and kind, sincere and loyal to people, and had a deep relationship with his wife. If Rong Dingkun, who lives in Rong's mansion today, was not stimulated by the separation of his wife's family, his personality changed greatly, That's a completely different person."

"It sounds like they are two completely different people." Yang Xiucheng laughed.

Meng Xian poured three glasses of wine and handed them to Feng Shizhen and Yang Xiucheng, "Mr. Yang can tell Miss Feng what we found out today."

Yang Xiucheng nodded, took out a document from his briefcase and handed it to Feng Shizhen, saying, "This is Rong Dingkun's physical examination report. It describes Rong Dingkun's physical condition in great detail, saying that his legs have normal bones, and No broken bones or old injuries."

"No fractures..." Feng Shizhen turned over the case. "You said, two people who are not related by blood will look so similar that one can pretend to be another, or even deceive the other's relatives?"

"No matter how much you look like, you're not alone." Yang Xiucheng said, "Speaking accents, behavior habits, even if you can imitate them, there are differences."

Feng Shizhen added indifferently for him: "So, the entire Rong family died of violent illness, and the Bai family's wife and children died tragically. Those who had a close relationship with Zhen Rong Dingkun and had the ability to judge the truth, all died."

Yang Xiucheng lowered his head and touched his nose.

Meng Xian sipped his wine and said, "This also explains why you think your father killed your mother, Shizhen."

Feng Shizhen nodded slowly: "It was dark at that time, and it was the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month. If a person who looked exactly like my father made some decorations on his appearance, such as a beard and a hat, then my mother might not be able to see her for a while, and she would put people off. Mistake."

Meng Xu'an thought thoughtfully: "If I were 'Rong Dingkun', I would definitely take action when she didn't respond, and then chase and kill you. A child, who is injured and falls into the river, will definitely not survive. There is only one left. Babies in swaddles, that's better."

Feng Shizhen grabbed the front of his chest and sat down on the sofa, his face very ugly.

It is not unreasonable that Yang Xiucheng is extremely popular with women. He immediately said tenderly and considerately: "Miss Feng is concerned about her younger brother? Are you still holding on to hope that your younger brother will survive?"

Feng Shizhen closed his sour eyes and nodded: "I could vaguely remember things at the time, and he naturally wanted to kill me. But my brother is just a child who is only a month old. Maybe... I don't know."

"Maybe he really survived." Yang Xiucheng said softly, "No matter how much Rong Dingkun is full of evil, he may not be able to attack a baby. I will check tomorrow to see what kind of child Rong Dingkun has given away. Foster care."

"Why don't you start?" Meng Xian sneered inappropriately and sneered, "Leave him to grow up to be a big boy, and then come back to seek revenge for himself? The Qin family has killed the Rong family, and they still care about a child?"

Yang Xiucheng was embarrassed.

Feng Shizhen held the wine glass tightly, his hands were icy cold, and there were faint purple and blue between his fingers.

"I want to see Rong Dingkun," she said, "I want to ask him personally where he buried my father's body. My mother - my adoptive mother once said that my biological mother entrusted her with dreams to keep me away from me. Dad. I thought this Rong Dingkun was my biological father before, that's why my biological mother said that. Now that I think about it, my biological mother was probably the same as me before she died, thinking that the murderer was her husband. "

Feng Shizhen put down his wine glass and stood up, his clear and determined voice echoed in the quiet study: "For twenty-four years, my father has been charged with murdering his wife and children, and he doesn't know how wronged he is. I want to Correct my father's name! I want to console my mother in the sky. I want them to stop misunderstanding. I...I want to find my father!"

She turned her face away suddenly, leaned against the back of the sofa, her shoulders trembled, and she took a deep breath.

The two men present pretended not to see the water in the corner of her eyes, lowered their heads and drank without speaking.

After a while, Feng Shizhen controlled his emotions. Sit back down on the sofa.

Meng Xian turned the glass of wine and said, "I think it's more appropriate for us to find Ling Zun's body first and bring evidence to force Rong Dingkun to confess the crime. Although Rong Dingkun is now disabled, he is not an ordinary person after all. Confrontation, but it is easy for him to be led by the nose."

"But it's like looking for a needle in a haystack." Yang Xiucheng said, "It's all 24 years ago. Who knows where Rong Dingkun will hide the body? Maybe it's already set on fire - sorry, Miss Feng. I …”

"You're right." Feng Shizhen said in a hoarse voice, "but he didn't burn! Seventh Master, do you remember the time I took advantage of Rong Dingkun after he smoked a big cigarette? He misunderstood me as Ah He, said he buried him with his own hands. If he is buried, there will be a grave, and if there is a grave, he will surely find it!"

"The scope hasn't narrowed down much." Meng Xu'an said, "The world is so big, he can bury Ling Zun anywhere."

"No!" Feng Shizhen's eyes gradually lit up, "No, a person like Rong Dingkun would not dispose of such an important corpse casually! Rong Dingkun's major characteristic is his suspicion. He killed people and captured them. The identity of the other party. For more than 20 years, he has been frightened. He must restrain my father, lest my father's wronged soul come back to seek revenge for his life. "

Yang Xiucheng nodded thoughtfully: "It makes sense."

"If I were him, I would bury this person's body in a place that I can completely control." Feng Shizhen said, "Not only will it ensure that no one will find it, but it can also be easily checked at any time, so that I can feel at ease!"

The more Meng Xian thought about it, the more interesting it became: "The Rong family has many enemies in Shanghai, and everyone is willing to dig up the scandal of Rong Dingkun. Rong Dingkun will not put such a big deal in the hands of others, then he should Ling Zun's body is hidden on the Rong family's site."

Feng Shizhen got up neatly, rummaged on the table full of various books, found a map of Shanghai, and pinned it to the cork board on the wall with pushpins. #####

one forty six

"Twenty-four years ago, Qin Shuigen snatched a lottery ticket from my father. At that time, he had no foundation and no property in Shanghai. I remember that the first real estate bought by the surnamed Qin was two warehouses. This location at the gate..."

Feng Shizhen circled the map with a red ink pen.

"Then he married Mrs. Tang, bought a house and shop floor, and set up a company. Two years later, he bought the current land in the Rong Mansion and built the house. He shouldn't have buried the body in his own home... Where is it? "

The three stood together, thinking about the map.

"The warehouse has been used all the time, and it is not convenient to hide anything." Yang Xiucheng said, "and Guojia Town is too far away. Besides, in such a small rural place, if there is any trouble, someone will immediately know."

Feng Shizhen's eyes swept across the map, passing Wen Chunli's location, and then turned back.

If you can't push it from Qin Shuigen, you might as well start with your biological father.

"My aunt said that when my father was in Shanghai, he bought and sold goods from the wharf. Then he should live near the wharf." Feng Shizhen stretched out his hand, and pointed at Wen Chunli's position with his long, white fingers, "The back of Wen Chunli It's just a small wharf, I often saw small cargo ships unloading here when I was a child. Suppose... I mean, if the friend who owes money mentioned in my father's letter is Qin Shuigen, who did business with my father at the beginning, then Most likely they all live near the marina."

Meng Xu'an said, "Shizhen, Shanghai has many waterways and many small docks. How can you be sure that it is Wen Chunli?"

"Because the surnamed Qin only set fire to Wen Chunli!" Feng Shizhen's voice was sonorous and powerful.

"Wait!" Yang Xiucheng suddenly remembered something and said hurriedly, "I remember, Rong Dingkun owns a property in Wenchunli. He didn't buy it after the fire, but he owned it before the fire."

Feng Shizhen turned his head abruptly and stared at Yang Xiucheng with horrifying eyes: "Is it an old house about thirty steps away from the old ginkgo tree? Floor height, doors and windows are equipped with iron railings?"

Yang Xiucheng said in surprise: "I only went to see it once after the fire, I can't remember it clearly, but it was indeed a two-story building with doors and windows locked. The houses in that area were all demolished, but Rong Dingkun refused to allow them to be demolished. In this building, the workers only painted the exterior walls once."

"Let me guess." Meng Xian hummed, "He didn't even let the workers in?"

"Yes!" Yang Xiucheng said, "I also thought it was strange at the time, so I asked Zhao Huaan, the supervisor. Zhao Huaan said that this was the place where Rong Dingkun lived before he made his fortune in the early years. This is a memorial. So everything inside is not allowed to move, only the workers have to replace a big iron gate."

Feng Shizhen took two steps back, staring blankly at the position of Wen Chunli, who had pinned the thumbtack, the blood on her delicate face faded away.

"It's there." Feng Shizhen murmured, "They rented together and did business together. Then he killed him for a lottery ticket..."

Meng Xu'an said: "There is one more thing, I thought it was irrelevant before, but now it doesn't seem to be. Before Rong Dingkun-sorry, before Qin Shuigen wholeheartedly bought Wenchunli, the real estate tycoon Zhang's family also wanted to buy Wenchunli. It's just that Zhang Jiagang just sent someone After we went to start the talk, the Rong family came in horizontally."

"He was afraid that the house would be discovered by outsiders." Feng Shizhen said in a low voice, and fell back on the sofa, "so he was in a hurry to annex Wen Chunli and set fire to the house. And he didn't dare to move the house. Because, My dad is here!"

She sat numbly, her whole figure was like a puppet that had lost her life, her eyes were pitch black without a trace of light, and her face was frighteningly white.

"You need to rest." Meng Xu'an frowned.

Feng Shizhen shook his head and reached out to the wine glass on the coffee table. Meng Xian grabbed the wine glass one step ahead, pressed the bell to call the clerk, and said, "Let the kitchen cook a bowl of **** soup for Miss Feng."

Feng Shizhen smiled bitterly: "The wine party is better."

Yang Xiucheng also advised: "Don't be too reluctant, Miss Feng. You can do it.