City of Streamer

The door was wide open and there was no business. There was an English record on the gramophone by the bar, and a mellow female voice sang a lively song, which added vitality to this lazy afternoon.

The sound of the music penetrated the window glass of the clothing store and floated in the spacious interior.

"Young Master Rong came to pick up the clothes?" The shopkeeper recognized Rong Jia and greeted him enthusiastically, "It's a coincidence, I just finished it, and said that it will be delivered to you tomorrow."

"Then I'll try it first." Rong Jia pointed to Feng Shizhen behind him again, and said, "I praised this lady for your good clothes, so let you guys say hello."

The shopkeeper immediately summoned a female clerk to entertain Feng Shizhen, while he personally accompanied Rong Jia to the inner locker room to try on new clothes.

That ten bucks isn't enough here. Feng Shizhen chose two pieces of plain fabric, and after thinking about it, he chose another piece of fabric with white flowers, and planned to use it as a new dress for his mother.

The door of the fitting room opened, and Rong Jiashang strode out wearing new clothes, standing in front of the full-length mirror.

The shopkeeper spun around for Rong Jia and praised him repeatedly. Rong Jia didn't pay attention to it, he turned his head and asked Feng Shizhen, "How am I?"

In fact, as soon as he came out, he already attracted all the attention of Feng Shizhen.

It was a well-cut, dark-striped silk suit with crisp fabric and exquisite workmanship. There was still a hint of immaturity on Rong Jia's face, but his body was already that of an adult man. His standing posture is straight and upright, exuding a fierce air, with wide shoulders and thin waist, long and straight legs, and wearing a well-fitting suit, he is more handsome than the men's clothing models in the pictorial.

"It's said that people want clothes. I think the eldest young master has such a good figure, but it contrasts with the clothes." Feng Shizhen smiled.

Rong Jia raised his thick eyebrows: "Mr. Feng's words are indeed very pleasant. No wonder Yang Xiucheng usually looks at people through his nostrils, and he was coaxed around by you after only half a day's acquaintance with you."

Feng Shizhen said unhurriedly: "It's true that you are always arrogant, eldest young master. When your normal words are set off by you, you should be good at it. I have Mr. Yang's appreciation, and it's all your credit."

The chatter was so lively that the shopkeeper and the clerk were watching with relish.

Rong Jia sneered and subconsciously tugged at the cuff.

Feng Shi really loved the new clothes, and couldn't help saying: "Don't tug at it, be careful to loosen the buttons."

Rong Jiashang stretched out his hand impatiently: "Then you come?"

Feng Shizhen actually walked over, skillfully pulled out the cuffs, buttoned them, and picked an ivory cufflink from the box held by the shopkeeper and fastened it.

Her fingertips were slightly cold, and she inadvertently stroked the back of Rong Jia's hand, causing Rong Jia's eyebrows to jump slightly.

After finishing the other sleeve in the same way, Feng Shizhen took a half step back, swept Rong Jia's shoulder with a bristle brush, and smoothed the wrinkles with his hands along the collar of the suit.

Rong Jia froze all over.

Feng Shizhen didn't notice it, and went around to Rong Jiashang's back to help him straighten the folds of his clothes.

"It's really good, it fits very well." Feng Shizhen praised, "The eldest young master is extravagant, even more handsome than the stars in the pictorial."

Rong Jia squinted at her, but said nothing.

"Young Master Rong, do you want to try ties again?" The shopkeeper brought a box of ties and ardently recommended them.

Rong Jia didn't even look at it, he adjusted his collar and said, "Mr. Lao, pick one for me."

Feng Shizhen hesitated and chose a dark blue check tie.

Rong Jia spread his hands and put out the young master's style, waiting for Feng Shizhen to tie him. Feng Shizhen glanced at him helplessly, and finally raised his hand and put the tie around his neck.

The sensitive skin of the neck was touched by the cool fingers, and the hands seemed to be charged with electricity, igniting clusters of sparks. And the spark is like a jumping elf in the jungle, running along the blood of the meridians to the limbs and bones, awakening the sleeping senses.

There was a fan lamp hanging from the ceiling, swaying half-bright and half-drowsy. The brisk music from the next door spread into the room, and it had become a vague and ambiguous tone.

Rong Jiashang stared gloomily at the young woman who was close at hand.

Feng Shizhen lowered his eyes, his eyelashes were long, his nose bridge was delicate, and his moist and full lips were slightly pursed, looking a little uncomfortable.

Rong Jiashang heard the bang bang drum noise coming from his own chest, shaking the eardrums and impacting the soul.

Seemingly out of a sense of defense, he suddenly raised his hand and pushed Feng Shizhen away. He also took a half step back and opened the distance between the two.

"What's wrong?" Feng Shizhen looked inexplicable, his hands still frozen in mid-air.

Rong Jia's eyes changed a few times, and he smiled frivolously: "Sorry, I just remembered that my wife asked the husband to teach the class, not to serve me."

Feng Shizhen blushed instantly, took a deep breath, and clenched his hands into fists.

Even the shopkeeper who was watching thought that Feng Shizhen would be angry and rewarded Rong Jia with a slap in the face, but she calmed down again, but glanced at Rong Jia in disappointment, turned her head and walked out the door without saying a word. .

The shopkeeper and the clerk looked at each other, and neither dared to say a word.

Rong Jia continued to straighten his collar in front of the mirror with a stern face, and heard the doorbell ring when the door opened and closed. His tie became more and more messy, and it went around his neck like a rope, making his face black.

"Young Master Rong, look..." The shopkeeper opened his mouth cautiously.

Rong Jiashang suddenly pulled off his tie, threw it at the shopkeeper, and chased after him with his long legs. #####

fifteen

The wind picked up outside, the clouds were blown together and scattered, and the earth also flickered.

The slender figure of the young woman swayed slightly in the wind, as if she could be blown away by the wind at any time. Rong Jiashang followed a few steps, wanting to call her, but didn't know how to speak. After a little hesitation, Feng Shizhen stepped forward again.

"Hey!" Rong Jia called out.

Feng Shizhen's footsteps paused slightly, and then continued to walk forward.

"Why are you angry?" Rong Jiashang followed with big strides, with an arrogant tone, "Yin Qing is your gift, is it wrong for me to joke a few words?"

"How could Young Master Rong be wrong?" Feng Shizhen turned his head and smiled coldly and sharply, "I am affectionate, not to mention being ridiculed, even if I am insulted, I deserve it. I am very sensible, since I have made Young Master Misunderstanding, it's better to stay away from you in the future. In case I accidentally become more affectionate and make you misunderstand that I want to seduce you."

Rong Jiashang was hit by Feng Shizhen's pungent energy, and a burst of enthusiasm burst into his chest, but he couldn't help laughing.

"You have a lot of 'accidents'. Last time you asked me to dance, you were also accidentally?"

Feng Shizhen turned his head and gave Rong Jia a stern look: "If the eldest young master always cares about that matter, he will explain to his wife when he goes back and ask her to resign me. I don't need a dull knife to kill people, and I bring this matter up every three days to humiliate me. I!"

Rong Jiashang really couldn't argue with Feng Shizhen on the tongue, and she couldn't say it for a long time after she was overwhelmed. Feng Shizhen ignored him, shook his head and rushed across the road.

A small car came honking its horn.

Feng Shizhen was startled, just as she was about to dodge, her arms were tight, she was pulled back, and fell heavily into the arms of the person behind her - due to inertia, her forehead slammed into the man's face.

"Ah-" they both shouted in unison.

The driver honked his horn and drove past the road cursingly.

Rong Jiashang covered his nose and cursed: "Why don't you women know the way?"

"What does this have to do with all women?" Feng Shizhen said angrily, "If you don't pull me, I know how to avoid it myself."

"Have I done something wrong?" Rong Jiashang asked coldly.

"Ah..." Feng Shizhen was stunned for a moment, and looked down at his handbag.

"You don't need to thank me." Rong Jiashang laughed. "The tutor of the Rong family was hit by a car after only one day of work. I don't want to see such tabloid news."

Feng Shizhen took out his handkerchief and sneered, "Young Master Rong, save your energy and take a look at the window."

Rong Jia was inexplicable, and when he looked in the window on the street, he saw a blood-red streak under his nose.

"You!" He turned his head and stared fiercely at the woman in front of him.

"I didn't take the initiative to hit you." Feng Shizhen couldn't help laughing happily, and handed the handkerchief over, "Quickly wipe it. Young Master Rong is so flamboyant, it's okay to be photographed by a tabloid reporter with a **** nose on your face. All right."

Rong Jia pulled back the veil angrily, covering his nose and looking up at the sky.

Feng Shizhen watched with a smile.

Passers-by turned around. Rong Jiashang was uncomfortable, and he said to Feng Shizhen in a loud voice, "Are you happy?"

"What's the joy of seeing a man with a nosebleed?" Feng Shizhen asked with a smile.

Rong Jiashang was speechless.

Feng Shizhen had teased him enough, and he dared not let Rong Jiashang go back to see people like this. Fortunately, there was a coffee shop next door. She coaxed Rong Jiashang to go in and sit down, and then asked the waitress for ice cubes and a tissue to cover her nose.

The wind on the street is getting stronger and stronger, blowing sand and dust, and pedestrians are rushing along with their mouths and noses covered.

At the intersection diagonally opposite, a shiny black car was parked. The wind was so strong, the windows didn't roll up. The young man sitting in the driver's seat looked here and there, not knowing which beautiful woman he was waiting for.

The coffee shop is as quiet as another world, the smell of coffee mixed with the fragrance of the sycamore flowers floating in outside, intoxicating people's hearts. The record on the gramophone was changed, and the male singer sang a lingering French love song.

Feng Shizhen looked at Rong Jiashang with the soft gaze in the room. The young man was handsome and fair, but his nose was red and swollen, and there was an anger in his eyes that was eager to vent but had to be suppressed. He looked pitiful and lovely.

The anger she took before turned into a sigh on her lips.

"Eldest young master, I treat you like a younger brother."

Rong Jia's beautiful phoenix eyes swept across Feng Shizhen's face, as sharp as a pencil sharpening blade.

"Does Mr. Feng really lack a younger brother?"

Feng Shizhen was willing to make peace, and Rong Jia was half-hearted when he spoke. Now she can finally understand Mrs. Rong's feeling of wanting to scratch her heart.

She was heartbroken.

You are a handsome and noble son, why do you want to be a poisonous tongue? When I first met the boy who was as cold and clean as snow on the top of the mountain, was it all her illusion?

Feng Shizhen lowered his head and slandered endlessly.

Rong Jiashang stirred the coffee indiscriminately and coughed, "Well, what does Mr. Feng's house do?"

Feng Shizhen raised his eyelids and glanced, and said lightly: "He opened a pharmacy. Later, he suffered a disaster, and nothing was left, and my father was injured all over."

So she was short of money and went to the ballroom to dance?

"Grow up in Shanghai?" Rong Jia asked again.

Feng Shizhen shook his head: "I moved here when I was ten years old, and I lived in Shaoxing before. The third grandfather died and left the Shanghai pharmacy to my father. My father decided to bring the whole family to Shanghai. Besides, at that time my eldest brother was admitted to the same article. College. Mom doesn't worry that he is studying alone, and wants to come along too."

"Any brothers and sisters at home?"

"Just one eldest brother." Feng Shizhen raised his eyebrows, "Is the eldest young master checking the details? Don't worry, I think Mr. Yang has already checked me out. You can ask him anything you want to know."

Rong Jia pouted: "Who taught you boxing?"

"My third uncle." Feng Shizhen smiled, the frost on his face melted, showing a gentle warmth, "He was a prodigal son, a young ranger, who traveled all over the country, and only came home in middle age to marry a wife and have children. He has a lot of stories, and we children. They all like to pester him to tell stories. He can memorize the story of Journey to the West, and he can do tricks, turn money from his ears, and buy us candy. My elder brother learned this trick from him later, and he often came to tease me. "

Rong Jiashang listened gradually with interest, "What did your eldest brother study in America?"

"Study medicine." When he mentioned his brother, Feng Shizhen's face immediately showed a look of rumination, "My eldest brother is excellent, he has been a top student since childhood, and he was admitted to study abroad at public expense. It's a pity that an accident at home caused him to drop out of school and return to China. I don't know if he can still get it. to a degree."

Rong Jiashang said: "Perhaps for him, family reunion is far more important than a degree."

Such mature and considerate words don't seem to come out of the beautiful mouth of the eldest young master calmly. Feng Shizhen couldn't help but glance at the other party.

"Don't talk about me. How about you, young master?" Feng Shizhen asked, "What did you learn in the military academy?"

Rong Jia said indifferently, "It's just a boarding middle school that disciplines naughty teenagers. What can I teach? I just learned some fighting skills. Why, do you want to learn from me?"

Feng Shizhen suddenly raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Is dancing still taught in the army?"

Rong Jia was stunned, a look of embarrassment appeared on his face, making his pale cheeks flush red.

Feng Shizhen found it very interesting, and asked again, "Is she beautiful?"

The blush on Rong Jia's face faded in an instant, and he said dryly, "I don't remember."

In a mountain town that was humid and sultry like a steamer in summer, the girl wore a light blue shirt and skirt, took his hand, and walked up the steps along the wet stone road. The mountain road is narrow and long, and only the girl is fresh and beautiful, and the braided braids are swept around briskly on the back.

He always loves to catch her braids. When he caught it, the girl looked back and laughed, and Bai Shengsheng's fist lightly thumped on his chest.

Feng Shizhen's eyes shone with a dim light, and said: "Chongqing Mountain City, I heard that the girls have white skin and smiles like dewdrops. And they have a pungent personality, which is very different from our girls in Jiangsu and Zhejiang."

Rong Jiashang was a little gloomy and said casually, "She is not from Chongqing, but she is staying at a relative's house in Chongqing for family reasons."

Feng Shizhen followed Rong Jiashang's words and sighed sympathetically: "It must be difficult to live under the fence of others."

Rong Jia nodded.

"The eldest young master is really an infatuated lover." Feng Shizhen smiled softly, "If you really like it, why don't you ask for marriage?"

Rong Jiashang hummed, the tenderness on his face faded, and he returned to his previous arrogance.

"With my background, most of the people I want to marry are involuntary. Even if the family is right, there is still a choice, not to mention the wrong one."

"That's a pity." Feng Shizhen sympathized.

Rong Jiashang also seemed to realize that he had said a few more words, and glanced at Feng Shizhen vigilantly.

The two of them didn't talk anymore, they drank coffee and ate snacks.

A customer suddenly instructed the waiter to turn up the sound of the radio, and a thick male voice mixed with electric currents spread throughout every corner of the coffee shop. Even the Belarusian bartender put down his glass and listened intently.

"...The Allied Forces of the National Army, under the abbot of Commander-in-Chief Feng Yuxiang, held an oath-taking ceremony in Wuyuan City today... At the conference, a ceremony of changing the flag was held, replacing the five-color flag with the Kuomintang's blue sky and white sun flag..."

"...Feng Yuxiang announced on the spot that the Kuomintang Army was loyal to Sun Yat-sen's Three Principles of the People, determined to go on the Northern Expedition, and all the soldiers of the Kuomintang Army joined the Chinese Kuomintang..."

The guests at the corner table began to whisper.

"Feng Yuxiang also joined the Northern Expedition." Feng Shizhen said softly.

Rong Jia's face was obscure, and his slender fingers tapped lightly on the table.

Rong Dingkun has transported and smuggled arms for warlords for many years, and the war is his vitality. However, Feng Shizhen learned from Meng Xuan that the biggest buyer behind Rong Dingkun was actually a warlord from the Feng clique. Since the Northern Expedition, he has been looking forward to it, and he also intends to find another supporter. Feng Yuxiang's move should be directly related to Rong Dingkun's decision.

"Let's go." Rong Jia suddenly got up, "It's going to rain." #####

sixteen

After leaving the coffee shop, there was a faint sound of thunder in the sky, like a huge grinding wheel running over. The strong wind blew people a little unsteady, and even the car rolled up the window and drove slowly along the street.

The long skirt Feng Shizhen was wearing was rattled by the wind, causing her to stumble.

Rong Jia strode up for a while, seeing that Feng Shizhen didn't keep up, he stopped impatiently to wait for her.

"When Mr. Feng was punching, the wind was blowing, so now you can't walk with a little wind?"

Feng Shizhen gritted his teeth angrily, and said, "Don't dare to bother the eldest young master to wait for me. If you are afraid of the wind, you will go in and hide in the house."

While speaking, the black car gradually approached and suddenly increased its speed. The two pedestrians who were sheltering from the wind on the street suddenly rushed towards Rong Jia.

"Be careful!" Feng Shizhen shouted, his pupils shrank suddenly.

Rong Jiashang, however, seemed to have eyes on his back. He pushed Feng Shizhen into the corner with a blank expression, turned around abruptly, and kicked a person to the ground.

Feng Shizhen retreated to the corner of the wall, and saw Rong Jia's figure as if swept away by water, another neatly twisted and shoveled leg, tripping the other person as well.

With the screeching braking sound, the car stopped, and two men in black jumped out of it, ignoring Feng Shizhen, and heading straight for Rong Jia.

The two people who had been knocked over earlier had climbed up and rushed over again.

Rong Jiashang seemed to have changed into a different person, the laziness and arrogance of the past were swept away, and the fierce aura swept through his body, like a beast that broke free from its cage, cold and sharp, murderous, and took the initiative to pounce on the opponent.

He kicked the person closest to him with one blow, grabbed the hand of the next person, and kicked with his legs. The person smashed through the glass door of the coffee shop and flew in.

The glass was shattered and scattered all over the place. The Belarusian waitress let out a terrified scream.

The man who was kicked away by Rong Jiashang jumped back again. Feng Shizhen suddenly flashed out from the side, raised the flower pot and smashed it down. The other party fell to the ground without saying a word, and half of his head was covered in blood.

Rong Jia picked up a glass shard, turned around neatly, and waved a faint light.

The gangster screamed, blood spurting out of his arms, splashing on Rong Jia's snow-white shirt. Rong Jiashang immediately hit the bridge of the opponent's nose with a punch, and kicked him away with another heavy kick.

The last person who was left roared loudly, and his burly body threw himself behind Rong Jiashang, throwing him to the ground. Rong Jia was tied around his neck by him, his face flushed red, and the blue veins of his tightly clasped arms were exposed.

Feng Shizhen rushed over, did the same, picked up a flower pot, and hit the man's back with a bang. Rong Jiashang took the opportunity to turn over and jumped up, bent his knees and knelt on the man's back, with his arms around the man's neck.

The man's face turned purple and he was breathing hard.

"Relax." Rong Jia whispered, full of grimness, "Relax. It will be over soon. Soon..."

The man rolled his eyes and fainted.

Rong Jiashang let go of his hand and stood up panting.

Feng Shizhen was out of breath and slowly walked up to Rong Jia.

"Are you alright?" They both said in unison.

Feng Shizhen was stunned for a moment, looked into Rong Jiashang's eyes, and shook his head.

"what happened?"

"Kidnapping." Rong Jiashang didn't seem surprised. He lowered his head and kicked a man who fell to the ground and moaned, "The old man's enemies are almost queuing up to the three northeastern provinces. This kind of thing is common in the Rong family. Which family do you belong to?"

The man groaned while holding the broken arm.

Rong Jia bent down and pulled up his collar, his eyes were cold and sharp, "The Wang family? Or the Guo family..."

click-

Feng Shizhen's ears caught a slight sound.

The man who fell into the broken glass of the coffee shop got up at some point, holding a shuttle gun, and just opened the safety lock.

"If you don't say it, someone will always let you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Feng Shizhen suddenly fell on Rong Jiashang. The gunshot vibrated the eardrum, and the person who was pressing on him took a puff.

Rong Jia hugged Feng Shizhen with his backhand and rolled away on the spot. The bullet flew and hit the ground, the wall, sparks scattered, the window glass shattered, and the two of them were scattered. Rong Jiashang pressed Feng Shizhen firmly and held her head in his arms.

After the man finished shooting the bullet, he threw the gun and fled outside dragging his broken leg.

Rong Jia jumped up, rushed over like a cheetah, pulled the man back, and threw it on the table. The coffee table suddenly fell apart.

Rong Jia's eyes were burning with rage, and he stepped on the man's back, grabbed a table knife on the ground, stabbed it hard, and nailed the man's right hand to the table.

"Ah-" the man screamed frantically.

The Belarusian waitress rolled her eyes and fainted in the bartender's arms. The boss swallowed in horror.

Rong Jiashang stood up, his chest heaving violently, breathing heavily, and cold sweat rolled down his cheeks on his blood-stained shirt. He staggered, stepping on broken glass all over the floor, and ran towards Feng Shizhen.

Feng Shizhen covered his arm with one hand and stood up slowly against the wall. Rong Jia pulled her over and grabbed her arm to see.

"Are you hurt? Let me see! Oops, don't move!"

Feng Shizhen was not seriously injured at first, but Rong Jia's rough hands and feet made him gasp in pain.

"It's just a flesh wound. You made me hurt even more... Oops, let go of Rong Jiashang!"

Rong Jia was named, and looked at Feng Shizhen in a daze, and suddenly threw away Feng Shizhen's hand as if he had been burned.

Feng Shizhen rolled his eyes in pain: "I told you to let go, but I didn't let you do it, young master. I'm really hurt anyway?"

Maybe it was because of intense exercise, Rong Jia's fair cheeks were flushed, and suddenly he reached out and grabbed Feng Shizhen's arm, rolling up her sleeves all at once.

The bullet made a shallow wound, and there was a lot of blood, but it could be seen that it was not serious.

"Did you see clearly?" Feng Shizhen's cheeks were hot for a while, and he wanted to withdraw his hand, but Rong Jiashang grabbed it vigorously.

"What kind of injury is this?" Rong Jia muttered, but didn't let go.

Suddenly, another three or four cars rushed over with their horns on.

Feng Shizhen froze all over.

"It's okay." Rong Jia took advantage of the situation and pulled her behind him, "It's his own."

"Eldest young master!" More than ten men rushed down from the car, and the tall man at the head rushed over, "Eldest young master, the little one is late..."

"I'm not dead." Rong Jia turned his cold eyes, "You came early."

The man slapped himself a few times in the face, turned his head and shouted at his subordinates: "Don't arrest him quickly!"

The thunder roared, getting closer and closer. Bean-sized raindrops fell sparsely, hitting people's faces with tingling pain.

Rong Jiashang turned his head and met Feng Shizhen with panicked eyes.

She was frightened.

The sarcasm on Ben's lips somehow didn't come out. Rong Jiashang held Feng Shizhen's hand for a while, then tightened it again.

"Let's go." Rong Jia took Feng Shizhen and shoved her into the car, "I'm really going home now." #####

seventeen

The thunder was deafening, the lightning pierced the sky like a sharp sword, and the raindrops the size of beans fell overwhelmingly, like a river pouring down.

There is a vast space between heaven and earth. People are sitting in their cars and can't see the road behind them or the road ahead.

Several cars roared into the gate of Rong's house, ran over the turf, made a sharp turn, and stopped in front of the porch.

Mrs. Rong stood under the porch with a pale face, and when she saw the bodyguard escorting Rong Fanglin over, she rushed over and hugged her daughter.

"My son, you're scaring mom to death! How's it going? Are you hurt?"

"I was not attacked." Rong Fanglin shook off his mother's hand impatiently, "It was the eldest brother who was attacked."

Mrs. Rong looked at her stepson embarrassedly: "Jia Shang, are you all right?"

"It's okay." Rong Jiashang said coldly, "Mr. Feng saved me."

Mrs. Rong saw Feng Shizhen's **** sleeve and exclaimed, "Miss Feng is injured? Why don't you go and invite Dr. Chen."

Feng Shizhen said hurriedly: "It's just a little bit of skin torn, just apply some medicine. It's such a heavy rain, I'm embarrassed to let the doctor run for this little injury."

A deep laughter came from the living room. A tall middle-aged man strode out.

He has a square face, thick eyebrows and high nose, and wears a flat long gown. Although he is dressed as a gentleman, he exudes a strong gangster spirit.

This person is obviously not Rong Dingkun, who is known for his elegance.

"My wife has asked the right gentleman this time. Not only can I teach the young masters and young ladies, but she is also a lucky star. She can save people at a critical moment." The man walked up to Feng Shizhen and cupped his hands, "Miss Feng, thank you for protecting Jia. nephew."

Mrs. Rong said by the side, "Master Zhao is our master's sworn brother."

Feng Shizhen was busy and said in awe: "Boss Zhao has won the prize. I just smashed people with a flowerpot. It was just luck to save the eldest young master."

Zhao Huaan laughed, full of energy, vibrating his eardrums.

"Miss Feng is really a hero among women! You are injured, go back to the house and rest. When Boss Rong comes back, he will definitely reward you."

Feng Shizhen made a false response, lifted his skirt and went upstairs.

Behind him, Zhao Huaan's tone suddenly softened, and he said to Mrs. Rong, "Look, what I said, it will be fine. That girl Fanglin is fine too."

"If anything happens to Fanglin, I don't have to live anymore." Mrs. Rong said to Rong Jiashang, "your father knew what happened today and said he would come back early. You guys should not go out for the past few days. Just stay home."

Feng Shizhen glanced down at the corner of the stairs, and saw a rare tenderness on Zhao Huaan's rough face. She walked upstairs quickly, a sneer raised at the corner of her mouth.

Feng Shizhen pushed open the door, and the strong wind came towards him, the paper flew, and the house was in a mess.

The windows were opened, the curtains fluttered wildly, the world outside was dark and messy, and the sky was slashed by lightning like a giant sword of a god.

Feng Shizhen rushed to close the window, and suddenly saw that the light in the room opposite the east wing was on, and Rong Jiashang was also closing the window.

Across the rain curtain, the two lines of sight meet. Feng Shizhen was stunned. Does he live opposite?

The strong wind blew a patch of rain, Feng Shizhen regained his senses, and hurriedly closed the window. The rain outside was like a large group of soldiers going one after the other, crackling against the glass windows.

The eldest young master of the Rong family lives opposite?

Yesterday, he was in the opposite room with the lights on. Did he see himself wandering around the house in his pajamas?

Feng Shizhen's cheeks burned.

There was something under his feet, and that was the paper airplane that Rong Jia threw to him in the morning.

The paper was almost soaking wet, Feng Shizhen carefully unfolded it, and the pen writing on it was soaked, and it took a lot of effort to identify it.

Feng Shizhen turned on the lamp and sat in the messy room, looking at the answers on the paper little by little.

Twenty main questions and two additional questions, all correct.

Thinking of Young Master Rong's barely passing grades, Feng Shizhen couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Chen Ma got Mrs. Rong's instructions, and brought two old mothers in, cleaned up the house, and changed the clean sheets again.

"Miss Feng," Chen Ma asked suddenly, "is there going to be a war?"

Feng Shizhen was confused for a moment, and then smiled: "It's all the commanders who are fighting and can't get into the city. Not to mention we are in the concession. Who dares to offend foreigners easily these days?"

Chen Ma was relieved and said, "I heard that the master is coming back, let us clean the West Hall. I'm afraid I will be busy tomorrow. If Miss Feng has something to do, she can tell Wu Ma."

Feng Shizhen nodded, "I see. Mother Chen, go get busy."

Mother Chen was waiting for Feng Shizhen to follow the words to find her to inquire about Master Rong.

Why don't you live in the West Hall instead of the main house? Will the second concubine come back from her parents' house? What are your hobbies? And so on.

But Feng Shizhen seemed to have few roots, burying his head in arranging the books, showing nothing at all.

Chen's mother was holding back her owner's length and wanted to reveal it. She was like a person who was stopped at the door of the toilet.

Feng Shizhen nodded, "I see. Many thanks to Mother Chen."

Mother Chen couldn't help it anymore, she put on a mysterious expression, and spit it out quickly: "Master is back, so is the second concubine. Speaking of which, the second concubine was also a graduate of a girls' school and was admitted to the school. It's a pity that the family owes a huge debt, and the master kindly repaid the money for her family, so she dropped out of school to serve the master. The master likes her a well-educated female student. "

Feng Shizhen still smiled very innocently and said, "The second concubine is very lucky to have met such a good man as the master."

Seeing that she didn't understand, Chen Ma added: "Second concubine also has a sister who is sponsored by the master to study. She just graduated from middle school this year. The master likes her so much, I will take her with her this time."

This is news. Could it be that Rong Dingkun still slept with his sister-in-law?

Chen Ma saw that Feng Shizhen vaguely understood, and then she left proudly, like a hero who had succeeded in retirement.

After dinner, it was completely dark. This sudden heavy rain seemed to be marching in a hurry, crossing the border in a hurry, and disappeared into the sky, leaving only a mess.

Feng Shizhen opened the window, and the moist and cool air poured in. In the courtyard, the cold crickets hummed in a low voice, and water droplets fell from the tip of the leaves into the pond, making a thudding sound. A little moth entered the house, was attracted by the lamp, and refused to leave.

The sky was dark, like a black velvet dome, covering the earth.

Travelers should be most afraid of such a dark night. There is no light, and there is no way to find the direction. If you are not careful, you will make mistakes and fall all over.

Feng Shizhen thought about the turbulent situation for a while, his plan with Meng Xian for a while, and the kidnapping and fighting in the daytime, his mind was messy.

In the end, her thoughts were still on Rong Dingkun, who was about to return to the residence.

Rong Dingkun has two generals, Wen and Wu, the Wen general is Yang Xiucheng, and the military general is the Zhao Huaan I saw just now, who is in charge of the private armed team that escorts smuggled goods for Rong Dingkun. All the work that requires the use of knives and guns is done by Zhao Huaan.

Rong Dingkun, like all people who are in high positions and who are not innocent, is quite suspicious and does not trust these two generals wholeheartedly. Yang Xiucheng is because he has a close relationship with the Huang family, and Zhao Huaan is because of his high power and too much power. As long as Yang Xiucheng is willing to break up with the Huang family, it is not difficult to keep his position. Although Zhao Huaan has great power, he is a famous loyal dog because Rong Dingkun saved his life in his early years. Rong Dingkun had to trust him even more.

At present, it seems that Yang Xiucheng is relatively easier to break.

Feng Shizhen immediately thought of the pitiful Miss Yu like a lily of the valley in the wind. Du Lanxin's diamond jewelry twinkled like stars in the sky, and Miss Yu was the girl who counted the stars. When Du Lanxin talked about her vacation in Japan and Europe, Miss Yu looked envious and wished she could replace her.

Yang Xiucheng is so smart and sophisticated, how could he not see it?

Could it be true that love can blind people's eyes, block people's ears, make people throw away their armor, and become an unsuspecting fool?

Just because Yang Xiucheng's performance did not match his past reputation for shrewdness, Feng Shizhen was temporarily undecided on how to overcome him.

And speaking of love. In front of Feng Shizhen's eyes again, the melancholy eyes of the eldest young master of the Rong family when he missed his lover appeared.

Only at that time, the young man was no longer so arrogant, and a little more youthful.

But this young master who seems to be noble and aloof, can beat the kidnappers alone with his bare hands. That kind of skill cannot be acquired without years of hard work. A person who can endure hardships and practice martial arts with patience should also be a person with tenacity and perseverance. How can a person with such qualities be a dude in the eyes of outsiders?

Rong Dingkun, Rong Dingkun, what kind of son have you raised?

The night wind is like a whistle. Feng Shizhen tossed and turned on the bed and slept unsteadily.

Perhaps seeing blood in the daytime, the dusty rune in the back of his mind loosened again, and the memories that had been suppressed for many years were like a manic beast, struggling and roaring in the cage, and then broke free from the shackles.

Feng Shizhen dreamed of the tragedy in his childhood again.

At that time, she was only three years old, and she was not old enough to remember, but there were always some fragmentary but crucial memories, as if they had been deliberately arranged by God's hand, and were deeply engraved in Feng Shizhen's mind like a brand. .

Incessant drizzle, the sky was dark and hazy, the biological mother lovingly put on a thick cotton jacket for herself, and sat on the donkey cart with her in her arms.

The mother and daughter had come a long, long way, and the noisy towns and the silent wilderness alternated. The younger brother babbled to himself in the arms of his biological mother.

The biological mother shook her awake and handed it to the man's arms. There was a lantern hanging over the man's head, which made her very uncomfortable. She struggled hard and jumped to the ground.

Soon, the shrill screams of the biological mother sounded. She ran in the dark in panic and clueless, a sudden sharp pain in her back, and then a biting cold wrapped her around her.

Feng Shizhen couldn't remember the face of his biological mother, but he firmly remembered the two words she said to him.

One sentence was hoarse: "Run—"

There is another sentence that she said when she put herself into the arms of a man: "Good, call me father."

"Father...Father—"

Feng Shizhen suddenly opened his eyes, dripping with cold sweat. Breathing heavily.

The night is still so dark, no where to come, no where to go. After going around for so many years, Feng Shizhen found that he was still trapped in this darkness, running around in panic and panic like when he was a child, unable to find a way out.

She wiped her sweat, sat up, and suddenly there was a light in the corner of her eyes.

The light comes from the opposite window.

Rong Jiashang hadn't slept yet, the lit window was the same as the first day, the light was warm, and it was the most dazzling and charming place in the dark night.

Feng Shizhen looked at the window, the remaining fear and panic gradually dissipated, and his mind returned to peace and tranquility. #####

eighteen

It was a cold night, she sneezed, and her stomach growled.

In the afternoon, I was taken aback by the distress, resulting in a rich dinner, but no appetite. In the middle of the night, Feng Shizhen felt hungry.

There was only one thermos in the room, not even a box of cookies. Feng Shizhen tossed and turned on the bed for a long time, thinking about the hot wonton noodles, the more he thought about it, the more he became more energetic, and he had to get up in a huff.

She wrapped a scarf over her pyjamas and slipped soft-soled shoes down the stairs gently, groping for the kitchen.

The big mansion was silent, only the ticking of the pendulum echoed in the empty house.

There was a window in the small living room that was not closed, and the wind blew in and filled the corridor. Feng Shizhen stood in front of the small living room door, looking at the flying window screens. The last time she waited for an interview here was only three days ago, but it seemed like half a year had passed.

A hand stretched out from the darkness and covered Feng Shizhen's mouth. Feng Shizhen reflexively pushed his elbow back and slammed into the stomach of the person behind him.

"Hmm..." The man muttered and cursed in a low voice.

When Feng Shizhen heard this voice, he was stunned, and then he was dragged around by the man and pressed against the wall. The young man's breath was clean and warm, but his hand strength was not heavy, pinching Feng Shizhen's arm to the point of pain.

Feng Shizhen frowned and whispered, "It hurts, please let go!"

Rong Jiashang let go of Feng Shizhen's arm, put his hand on the wall, and stared at her with burning eyes.

"Mr. Feng doesn't sleep in the middle of the night, what are you looking for?"

gollum...

Feng Shizhen's stomach answered instead of her.

The dark night covered the embarrassment on Feng Shizhen's face, but it couldn't hide the mocking smile on Rong Jiashang's face.

"You women pretend to be gentle and refuse to eat during the day, so you have been staying until midnight to steal your mouth."

Feng Shizhen laughed twice: "I'm laughing. Young master, please do it yourself, I'll go upstairs first."

"Don't." Rong Jia grabbed Feng Shizhen's hand and said, "The Rong family can't even afford a late-night snack. The students will bring you what you want to eat, sir."

After all, he pulled Feng Shizhen and walked towards the kitchen.

Feng Shi