City of Streamer

He looked at Feng Shizhen with a half-smile. #####

sixty-four

Feng Shizhen was wearing a half-old beige shirt and skirt, and her delicate face was not smeared with powder. She was still the same clean and refreshing female student when she first came to the interview. Mrs. Rong always felt that she was far more like Meng Qingzhi than Yu Zhihui. She has an arrogant character, a confident confidence and calmness, which Yu Zhihui does not have. But why did Rong Dingkun prefer to steal Yu Zhihui, but didn't give Feng Shizhen a single glance?

Could it be that he has really regarded Feng Shizhen as the woman who came to be his son, so he deliberately avoided suspicion?

"Madam?" Feng Shizhen called.

Mrs. Rong regained her senses and said with a smile, "please take a seat. I have something to talk to Miss Feng today."

Feng Shizhen sat down properly.

The servant brought the aged Pu'er. The fragrance of tea overflowed, and in the mist of water, Mrs. Rong spoke slowly and said, "Ms. Feng must know what happened at the dance a few days ago."

Feng Shizhen nodded slightly: "My aunts are all talking, it's hard not to hear."

"There are so many people in the family, you can't hide it." Mrs. Rong said, "but I heard that you were the one who took the master to the small salon. Does Miss Feng have anything to say?"

Feng Shizhen showed just the right amount of embarrassment and shyness, and said, "I wanted to find you, my wife, but you were dancing with Mr. Zhao at the time. It's not convenient for me to disturb you. It happened that the master was on the side, so I told the master. "

When Mrs. Rong heard Zhao Huaan's name, her eyes flickered, and she smirked: "So that's how it is."

Feng Shizhen looked guilty: "Madam, it's all my fault. I didn't think too much about it at the time."

"Who would have thought?" Mrs. Rong snorted coldly. Even she herself was put together.

The auntie added very considerately: "Miss Feng is probably not familiar with the rules of people like us. If there is such a thing in the future, just come to me, don't bother the master."

"I see." Feng Shizhen nodded obediently, "Madam, did I do something wrong?"

Mrs. Rong said lightly, "For people like us, personnel affairs are inevitably more complicated. If there is anything in the future, just avoid it and ignore it."

Feng Shizhen responded meekly.

Rong Jia put on a suit and walked down the stairs, and greeted Mrs. Rong.

"Is the eldest young master going to the Chamber of Commerce?" Mrs. Rong said, "Your second uncle of the Tang family sent a telegram saying that he plans to buy a house in Shanghai. He is very happy to hear that you are engaged. Your father plans to hold a family dinner at home. Entertain the second uncle, and ask you to bring Miss Du to show the elders."

"I see." Rong Jia looked at Feng Shizhen subconsciously. Feng Shizhen didn't even move his eyebrows, as if he was deaf, he stood by calmly. Rong Jia's expression darkened and strode away.

Looking at the back of her stepson getting into the car, Mrs. Rong said with emotion, "I think the young master has become more calm than before since he got engaged."

The aunt smiled and said: "So, men always grow up after they get married. When Miss Du passes the door and gives birth to a young master and a young lady, the eldest young master will understand your hard work for many years and will be more filial to you. ."

Mrs. Rong smiled noncommittally.

It was getting colder day by day, but luckily there was a heater in the big house, so I didn't feel cold just wearing a single sweater. In the morning, Feng Shizhen put on his nightgown and stood at the window to look down.

The lanterns at the ball were plucked, the ruined flowers were discarded, and the autumn colors in the courtyard were desolate. The leaves of the big ginkgo tree fell in an instant, and the bare branches swayed in the cold wind.

The gardener swept the fallen leaves in the damp, cold morning dew. Rong Jia was wearing a sweatshirt and ran past him with a whimper of white mist, his sweat reflecting the shredded light in the dark morning. His heavy breathing became the only breath of fresh air in the Rong residence in the morning.

The sun was dim in winter, and the clock had already pointed to half past eight, but it was still gloomy like evening in the Rong family's mansion.

Feng Shizhen held the book exam paper and pushed open the half-closed door of the study. Rong Jiashang, who was at the desk in front of the window, was facing the copybook and raised his head.

The study was full of heating, and he only wore a thin linen white gown. The bright light shone on his short hair and neat temples, his face was handsome, and he looked particularly refined and refined.

Maybe a year older, Rong Jia matured a lot overnight. The sharp-edged arrogance from before has subsided a lot, his expression has become gentle, and he is elegant and reserved when talking and laughing.

He became more and more like Rong Dingkun.

This realization made Feng Shizhen feel nervous.

Although he knew that this trend was inevitable, watching the young man who was like a mountain of white snow transform into his dark and squat father day by day, it was as if he saw a bright pearl sinking into the mud. The kind of distressed, regretful, gripping heart like claws, made her feel unspeakably uncomfortable.

"Morning sir."

"Morning, young master." Feng Shizhen nodded, "I just remembered that Fang Lin and the others went out, and there is no class today."

She turned away. Rong Jiashang's cold voice came from behind: "Can't we both be in the same room now?"

Feng Shizhen stopped, took a deep breath, and looked back.

Rong Jia smiled peacefully at her: "We are still friends, aren't we?"

Hashimoto Shiori gave him great inspiration. It's true that although you can't be a lover for a while, you can still be a friend.

As friends, we can still get along day and night. Who knows what will happen in the future?

Feng Shizhen's expression softened.

"Want to see what I wrote?" Rong Jia said again.

Feng Shizhen stepped forward uncontrollably and stood next to his shoulders. There was a nice scent of tea leaves coming from Rong Jia's body, which Feng Shizhen had never smelled before.

Rong Jia changed a piece of rice paper and wrote in one go, "There will be times when the wind and waves break, and the sails will be hung straight to the sea."

"Okay!" Feng Shizhen applauded softly.

The words on Rong Jia are powerful, rigid and upright, without losing the flamboyance of a young man.

Feng Shizhen thought that Meng Xian's people must have never read the words written on Rong Jia. How can someone who can write such beautiful characters be the eccentric and stubborn dude in the rumors?

"Are you here to try too?" Rong Jiashang handed over the wolf cents dipped in ink.

Feng Shizhen picked up the pen, considered it for a while, and wrote: "Thirty years of fame and dust and soil, eight thousand miles of road and cloud and moon."

"It's really special." Rong Jia smiled.

Everyone speaks words like people, Feng Shizhen's words are also like her own, flexible and smooth, Mrs. Wei's small script seems to be well-behaved, but she shows her own unique sharp edge between twists and turns.

"Mr. is tough and resourceful by nature. If he was born a man, he would have done quite well." Admiral Rong Jia put the words written by Feng Shizhen on the shelf carefully.

Feng Shizhen said lightly: "Since you have already given birth to a daughter, you don't have to think about those assumptions. As a human being, it is the most taboo to be too ambitious. For the people of Li people, it is important to live a steady life. People who can't even support their families, talk about it. He Hongtu great cause?"

Rong Jia said with a smile: "I used to dislike nagging. But I think I will rarely hear your lectures again in the future, and I feel very reluctant."

"You...don't come to class?" Feng Shizhen was surprised.

"I'm already engaged, and I want to learn more about the company from my father. Regardless of whether the marriage is successful or not, I have to take on the responsibility of being the eldest son and learn more practical matters." Rong Jia said calmly, "You Don't worry, I haven't given up on my dream. The sextant you gave me is placed with my model airplane, and I watch it every day."

Feng Shizhen smiled warmly: "Then I can rest assured. I'm not afraid of being discriminated against. I really don't see bright, bright and talented young people giving up their pursuits and going into business. Your family is rich, and you should strive to achieve your ideals. "

"What about you?" Rong Jiashang suddenly asked, "We've never talked, what are your ideals? Is teaching your ideal, or your way of making a living?"

Feng Shizhen changed a piece of rice paper and wrote while saying, "I really like teaching. I want to continue studying, study abroad, and be a female scholar... But this is just a thought."

"Why?" Rong Jia said, "I think you have the opportunity to achieve what you want. I also want to help you achieve it."

"How can you help me?" Feng Shizhen laughed.

Rong Jiashang smiled slyly: "I hired Mr. to be my secretary. Then because of your excellent work, I will reward you for studying abroad?"

Feng Shizhen smiled and said, "I don't know how to make money. What kind of secretary can I do for you?"

"I think you can." Rong Jiashang said seriously, "You always encourage us, but ignore yourself. In fact, you are really smart and capable. No matter who marries you in the future, it will be a blessing from God's favor."

"Why did you say this all of a sudden?" Feng Shizhen's face was a little hot.

"Let's talk." Rong Jiashang looked at her with a smile, "Don't friends just chat about these topics? Shizhen, did you like people before?"

Feng Shizhen blushed, but looking at Rong Jiashang's cunning appearance, he refused to lose to him.

"I liked it," she said. "Isn't it strange that I haven't liked people after living for twenty-three years?"

Rong Jia's smile froze for a moment: "Who is that?"

"Why tell you?" Feng Shizhen raised an eyebrow and smiled.

Rong Jiashang was hooked by her charming smile and said, "Your information is so detailed, and I haven't found out which man you have had a close relationship with. Don't make up someone to deceive me. ."

"What's the benefit of lying to you?" Feng Shizhen lowered his head and wrote, "You never told me about the person you liked before."

"Didn't you see Hashimoto now?"

Feng Shizhen asked curiously, "Speaking of which, I didn't expect her to be a Japanese girl." #####

sixty-five

"I don't know either!" Rong Jia sat up in the chair with her feet raised, and looked at the ceiling with her hands on her head, "Her mother is a good schoolgirl, when I met her, she took her mother's surname Lin and was called Lin Shi. Love. I only know that she seems to be the outer chamber of a wealthy businessman. Because the eldest mother did not allow her, the mother and son were expelled from their home and stayed with distant relatives in Chongqing.”

"Then how did you meet?" Feng Shizhen asked.

Rong Jia recalled the encounter that year, and his expression was a little gentle.

"I went to the boys' military academy, and she went to a girls' school on the back of the hill. We heard that there were beautiful girls in the girls' school, so we went to take a peek. That's how we got to know each other."

Rong Jiashang played with a little wolf, paused for a moment, and added: "She dances beautifully. I'm a boy who has been locked up in a boarding school since I was a child, and the woman I see on weekdays is the school's handyman aunt. Seeing a girl in a white gauze dress dancing swan dance to the piano music, isn't that the same as seeing a fairy?"

Rong Jia's description was so vivid, Feng Shizhen couldn't help smiling: "You stayed in Chongqing for an extra year just because of her?"

"Who told you that?" Rong Jia asked.

"Fanghua and the others." Feng Shizhen said, "Listen to them, the two of you were childhood sweethearts and were broken up because of fate. You finally met again, and you got engaged again. It sounds like a drama with ups and downs."

"Little girls are talking nonsense." Rong Jia said, "I wanted to go to the Whampoa Military Academy at the time. They were recruiting the first class of students at the time. I went to the exam behind my father's back, and I passed the exam. But my father didn't agree. I was asked to study business. I became angry and stayed in Chongqing. Of course, my arms couldn’t twist my thighs. In the end, I was recruited back by my father who was half persuaded and half threatened.”

Feng Shizhen said: "To fly an airplane into the blue sky, it needs to resist the gravity of the center of the earth and the resistance of the air. If there is little error in the process, it will fall down, and the plane will be destroyed. Independence is not that simple."

"Yeah." Rong Jiashang sighed, "I want to be independent, but also against my father and family, and against my own lack of ability. I always feel that I have grown up, but I feel that I am still too young and not strong enough. powerful."

"There is nothing in this world that can be done overnight." Feng Shizhen said, "To be honest, I'm still waiting for you to fly me to the sky for a lap."

"Really?" Rong Jia looked at her with bright eyes, "You want to take the plane I fly."

"I think." Feng Shizhen smiled, "I also want to enjoy the blessings of being a student. Otherwise, in my situation, how can I afford to fly?"

"Then it's settled!" Rong Jiashang said excitedly, "Shizhen, you are optimistic. When I can fly, I will take you with me first!"

"As soon as I don't come to my class, I will call him by his first name." Feng Shizhen packed up his books and prepared to leave.

Rong Jiashang suddenly reacted and shouted: "You are so cunning! You are obviously talking about your feelings, why did you involve me?"

"Is there?" Feng Shizhen smiled slyly, walked quickly towards the door, and dropped a sentence from a distance, "I never intended to tell you."

Rong Jia laughed and laughed, staring at Feng Shizhen's slender back disappearing behind the door. The bright and simple smile disappeared, and what was left in his eyes was the burning flame of the will to win.

Rong Jiashang reunited with his old lover, got engaged, turned his head and coaxed his sweetheart to agree to stay by his side. Although the relationship is complicated, both hands can't grasp it, but it is enough to be proud of it.

Yang Xiucheng on the other end was the exact opposite of him. Not to mention being put on a green hat by his girlfriend, this hat is also from his cousin and boss, so I don't know how to swallow it. He came to work in the Chamber of Commerce today, and the staff all regarded him as a star. Some sympathized and some gloated, waiting to see how he and Rong Dingkun would end up.

Yang Xiucheng put down his briefcase and was called into Rong Dingkun's office.

"Come on?" Rong Dingkun, wearing a long gray coat with a pipe in his hand, gave Yang Xiucheng a very kind and loving smile, "I heard that you are ill again, and your face is not very good. Would you like Dr. George to show you?"

Yang Xiucheng lowered his head expressionlessly and said, "It's just that I caught a little cold. I'm afraid it will spread to others. It's not a serious illness. I'm worried about my uncle."

Rong Dingkun sighed softly, looked at Yang Xiucheng gently and kindly, and said in a low voice, "You have grievances against me in your heart, but you can't express it. I feel sorry for you!"

Yang Xiucheng's face twitched, maybe he wanted to make an expression of contempt, or maybe he was disdainful, or maybe he was grateful. In short, the five flavors were mixed, and the facial muscles did not know how to coordinate, and finally had to be paralyzed.

Rong Dingkun pressed his shoulder and let him sit on the sofa, and he also sat down on a high-back sofa next to him.

"We are not only a boss and a subordinate, but also an uncle and a nephew. Although you are an in-law on your wife's side and are far away from my Rong family, I still treat you as a nephew, nurturing you and promoting you. Before that, What uncle has done unfair to you?"

Yang Xiucheng lowered his head and said, "Uncle has a kindness for me to recreate, and I will always remember it."

Rong Dingkun shook his head and said, "I didn't say this to you to remind you to remember your kindness. You are a capable child, and it is mostly your own credit that you are able to stand out today. My uncle doesn't want it to be because of some trivial matter. Let us separate."

Yang Xiucheng nodded with a paralyzed face.

Rong Dingkun knocked on his pipe and said, "I'm sorry for you about Zhihui. But I'll put my words here. She's not innocent! I still say the same thing: I never force a woman. "

Yang Xiucheng's body shook violently, his expression almost grim.

Rong Dingkun then softened his tone again: "Now that she is far away, she will not gossip behind her back. If something like this happened, my uncle is also very ashamed. I know it will be embarrassing for you to get along with me now. That's it. , you take a good vacation, relax, and think about it. If you still want to come back, Manager Guo will retire. Jia Shang is still young, the position of general manager is yours. If you have other ideas "Then let's discuss it slowly."

Rong Jiashang came over with a document to look at Rong Dingkun, and passed by the restless Yang Xiucheng. Yang Xiucheng didn't hear him say hello, and walked away with his head buried.

After exiting the door of the Chamber of Commerce building, the cold air from outside rushed into Yang Xiucheng's heart. He was jolted from head to toe, and his chaotic thoughts gradually took shape.

"Brother Xiucheng!" Rong Fanglin opened the car door and ran towards him.

Yang Xiu's prejudice was her again, and a touch of helplessness scattered from the bottom of her eyes.

"How is it? What did Dad say? Has he apologized?" Rong Fanglin pulled Yang Xiucheng and asked anxiously, "Dad is used to being in a high position, so even if he apologizes, he will probably be bossy, don't mind!"

"It's nothing." Yang Xiucheng chuckled, "My uncle gave me a week's leave, and I plan to go to Hangzhou to visit my classmates. Please, Fanglin, please let the driver give me a ride."

"You're leaving now?" Rong Fanglin was very reluctant, but still asked the driver to drive over.

On the way to the train station, Yang Xiucheng sat in the car and kept his eyes closed.

Rong Fanglin swept his eyes over and over again with loving eyes from his handsome eyebrows, feeling happy, sad and anxious in his heart. She has liked this distant cousin since she was a child, and she longed to marry him at a young age. After the beginning of love, the illusory goodwill condensed into real love. But Yang Xiucheng is much older than her, so she only treats her as a little sister and never takes her love seriously.

"Brother Xiucheng, are you still angry?" Rong Fanglin asked nervously.

Yang Xiucheng looked at the girl's sincere expression, the resentment in his heart dissipated a little, and said softly, "Fang Lin, I want to put that matter down."

Rong Fanglin smiled bitterly: "You always think of me as a child, but I still understand a lot of things. You are very angry, but you don't dare to attack your father. You can actually put your anger on me. I don't mind. Get better."

Yang Xiucheng smiled lovingly and touched Rong Fanglin's head: "This matter has nothing to do with you, why should I anger you? You are a good boy. Let us handle the affairs of the adults ourselves. You study hard. No Are you going to take an exam?"

Rong Fanglin bit his lip and squeezed out a faint voice from his teeth: "Actually, I can skip college...if I get married..."

Yang Xiucheng was taken aback.

Rong Fanglin's beautiful face was flushed red, but she mustered up her courage and said, "If you get married, it doesn't matter if you don't go to school... Daddy owes you a debt, so he can take me..."

Yang Xiuchang sighed, rubbed his brows in distress, and closed his eyes.

"Are you angry?" Rong Fanglin was uneasy.

"No." Yang Xiucheng looked at the innocent and loving face of the girl and felt a deep sense of fatigue, "Fang Lin, you are a good girl, not an object, and should not be used for trading! Study hard! , get admitted to a good school, and go abroad to study in the future. You should go to a wider place. Neither the Rong family nor my place is your best home. "

Rong Fanglin was stunned, his soul agitated, as if he had thrown himself into the water of the boulder.

And Yang Xiucheng pushed the door and got out of the car while she was lost. Rong Fanglin chased after knowingly, but Yang Xiucheng's thin back had disappeared into the bustling crowd at the station.

Rong Jia went to Rong Dingkun's office and asked, "What did Dad and Brother Xiucheng say?"

"Just give him a vacation." Rong Dingkun sat behind his desk and wrote without raising his head, "You did a good job with that order from Tianjin. If it was delayed for so long, it wouldn't be settled. I didn't think of you. Go and talk about it. When your uncles speak, they all praise you. "

Rong Jia handed over the documents in his hand: "Dad doesn't plan to continue using Brother Xiucheng?"

Rong Dingkun looked up.

"If it were you, what would you do?"

Rong Jia smiled lightly: "You don't need to be suspicious, you don't need to be suspicious. Dad, you didn't fully believe him, and now you can't believe it if you want to."

Rong Dingkun put down his pen and nodded slowly: "It's too late to say what's right or wrong. You have to learn from me and don't do anything wrong because of a woman. By the way, what happened to that Miss Hashimoto? How come you never said you have such a girlfriend?"

"I said it." Rong Jiashang said indifferently, "The girl I met in Chongqing, the one you called a son of a bitch, is Miss Hashimoto."

"Why is she?" Rong Dingkun was stunned. "So, she was recognized by her family? Why didn't you tell me her surname was Hashimoto!"

"Oh?" Rong Jia sneered, "You know, maybe I should sign a marriage contract with the Hashimoto family?"######

sixty-six

Rong Dingkun snorted heavily: "You are not satisfied now, but you will be grateful to me in the future. You are still young and don't know what you want. If I didn't restrain you like this, you still don't know how much precious time you will waste. In pursuit of your unreliable dream!"

"Father." Rong Jiashang looked at his father firmly, "Pilot is a respectable profession."

"What is there to respect when flying a plane?" Rong Dingkun said angrily, "The one who drove on the ground called the driver, have you respected Liu San who drove you?"

Rong Jia took a deep breath in anger, and said in a deep voice, "Father, you are too stubborn, and your thinking is too old-fashioned."

Rong Dingkun walked to the drawer, pulled the stopper of the crystal wine bottle, and slowly poured the golden liquid into the wine glass.

"Nanchang has already been captured by the army of the Northern Expedition, and Sun Chuanfang is over. The battle has now started, and the situation is almost settled. Young people are always prone to enthusiasm, and they want to go to the battlefield to make achievements on impulse. You have this idea, I can understand. But now there are many factions in the army, fighting for fame and fortune, biting and killing each other, and it is no different from the rivers and lakes. Our family does not have a deep foundation in the army. You go on adventures with enthusiasm for a while, and there is something in case, what should I do?"

"I don't want to be a speculator." Rong Jia calmly explained to his father, "I like military life, and I like to be a soldier. This is my ambition!"

Rong Dingkun drank the wine and sighed deeply from the bottom of his heart: "If your second brother is still alive, you can give him the burden you don't want to carry, then I don't care if you want to fly a plane or carry a cannon. Now there are only You... Jiashang, you are the eldest son, and your younger siblings are still so young. You have to help me and carry this family business!"

Rong Jiashang was silent, looked down, and did not respond.

Rong Dingkun knew that his son was disappointed, but as the eldest son of the family, this was a necessary sacrifice, and he had nothing to do.

He poured a glass of wine and handed it to Rong Jia, pressing his hand on the young man's already generous and firm shoulders.

"Your father, when I was your age, I was just a small runner. In order to make those few oceans, I ran all day. If it wasn't for that lottery ticket that made the first pot of gold, I wouldn't have eaten my teeth for so many years. How can the Rong family have today’s scenery?”

"You want to join the army, carry guns and cannons? Your father, when I brought you Uncle Zhao and the others to run the business, also carried a shuttle gun in my arms and pinned my head to the belt of my trousers. How many times I met a robber, I had to take it with me. Life came to protect the goods. Later, the family business gradually increased, to defend the territory, to manage the land and water, to guard against the enemy... The gun never leaves the body, and sleep is pressed under the pillow. "

"Your father, I really have enough guns in my life. I didn't expect to have a son. I could be a young master in peace, read and write articles, but I still want to get a gun."

Rong Jiashang's expression was solemn, like the lead-grey haze sky outside the window: "Dad, when I retire, I can come back and inherit the family business. Anyway, you can give me a few years to work hard. "

Rong Dingkun looked at his son's vibrant face and clear eyes, only to feel that he was getting older and more tired by the eldest son.

"You seem to listen to what Feng Shizhen said." He suddenly said, "Is she the one who always encouraged you to leave your family business and join the army?"

Rong Jia said immediately, "Nothing. Dad, I had this plan a long time ago."

"You're already engaged, so let's get rid of her relationship as soon as possible." Rong Dingkun put down his glass and sat back at the desk, his deep eyes mixed with unspeakable meaning to his unknowing son, "Yang Xiucheng has a A detailed document about her. Anyway, you are going to take over his job for a while, so let's start with this document."

Rong Jia suddenly had a bad premonition.

"Go and have a look. Remember to pick up your third uncle's family at the train station when you're done." Rong Dingkun waved his hand and kicked his son out of the office.

Yang Xiucheng, clad in cold air, got on the train to Hangzhou alone.

His surname is Yang but not Rong, and the Rong family will still belong to Rong Jia in the future. If he wants to continue working in the Rong family, the general manager is the highest job he can do. Before what happened to Yu Zhihui, it was also his dream position.

But now, he can no longer find the urgency of the past. The excitement that he should have was like a group of fireworks that exploded in the air alone, scattered sparsely, and disappeared, and the only momentary impulse was instantly swept away. The wind was blowing clean.

His family was poor, and he only finished his studies with the help of relatives, and he got to where he is today with the promotion of Rong Dingkun. He doesn't worry about women, that's why he gave up Yu Zhihui. But is Yu Zhihui taking revenge on him?

The door of the box opened, and someone walked in.

"There's someone here." Yang Xiucheng was upset and didn't look up.

"It's just that someone has come."

Yang Xiucheng raised his head suddenly, and saw Du Lanxin wrapped in a mink fur coat, with curly hair and red lips, smiling sweetly, sitting across from him. She took out five dollars and threw it to the driver of the car. The person in charge of the car smiled and closed the door of the box thoughtfully.

"Why are you here?" Yang Xiucheng asked in surprise.

"Go to Hangzhou to attend the wedding of one of my classmates." Du Lanxin took out a cigarette and asked with her eyes.

Yang Xiucheng laughed and rubbed a match to help her light it: "How did you find me?"

"I happened to see you getting into the car in a daze." Du Lanxin exhaled a cigarette and sneered, "It's not promising, isn't it because you've been wearing a cuckold? Look at you stupid. What kind of thing Yu Zhihui is, you really mean it. Not sure?"

Yang Xiucheng was annoyed and said coldly, "I don't need you to take care of my business!"

"I'm too lazy to care." Du Lanxin took off her coat with a cigarette in her mouth, revealing her graceful body in a tight cheongsam. Leaning in the seat, she raised her eyebrows and said, "You are also a talent. You can be a business owner by yourself if you don't talk about it elsewhere, but you have to be a dog for Rong Dingkun. Go to Rong Jia. You know Rong Dingkun's so many secrets, and you must know his methods well. He doesn't trust you, what do you think will happen to you in the future? Is it a floating corpse in the river, or a pile of loess in the suburbs? You don't have any relatives in your family, so even the New Year's Eve burning incense and offering sacrifices is saved."

"Stop talking!" Yang Xiucheng became more and more irritable after being told what was on his mind.

Du Lanxin, however, had no plans to restrain herself, and continued to sneer: "You are indecisive, you want to be successful, but you can't really put your interests first. If you really want to share the family, you should have kicked Yu Zhihui long ago. Go after Rong Fanglin. But you tend to put more emphasis on friendship, and as a result, Yu Zhihui put it together again."

Yang Xiucheng's face was ashen: "Did you come to find me just to make fun of me? Go back to your own box!"

Du Lanxin sat up straight, leaned over, and looked into Yang Xiucheng's eyes softly, the perfume on her body mixed with smoke on the man's face.

"Yang Xiucheng, you are a good man who is affectionate, righteous, shrewd and talented, but you are just following the wrong master and loving the wrong woman. But if you are still obsessed with it, then you are the stupidest and cheapest person in the world! "

"Shut up!" Yang Xiucheng suddenly burst into flames, pinched Du Lanxin's neck, and lowered her on the seat back.

The bloodshot eyes met the clear and distinct eyes of the woman, and rage and calm collided, like hot magma spewing out from the ground.

Yang Xiucheng let go of her hand, turned to hold her chin, kissed her hard, and then pressed her on the seat.

The roar of the train and the whistling of the whistle covered everything.

Du Lanxin's hand warmly wrapped around Yang Xiucheng's neck. The cigarette between his fingers fell to the ground, sparks flashed, and then it was crushed by the man's leather shoes.

The cold wind whistled outside the window, mixed with fine raindrops, hitting the window glass. Pedestrians on the road, wrapped in winter clothes, hurrying with their necks shrunk.

Rong Jia was sitting in the car, his eyes turned to the hazy void outside the window.

The wipers swaying back and forth on the windshield swept away the water stains, and the rain poured on it with perseverance. Under the two-phase game, the car drove to the train station along the sparsely populated street.

The windows in the car were closed, but there was still a bit of chill. Rong Jia was wearing a coat and deerskin gloves, and was holding a red-signed document tightly in his hand.

At this moment, he understood the subtle details of his father's previous expression, as well as the words he didn't say. That is the elder's malicious but merciful performance.

Rong Dingkun was very disdainful of the eldest son's budding love, but he still tried his best to restrain the urge to ridicule. He acted like a very tolerant and considerate father, let the child jump in, and watched him fall with blood.

If it hurts, you know it naturally.

A rich family like Rong Jiashang is not qualified to have pure and unforgettable love.

Rong Jia suddenly knocked on the glass of the driver's seat: "Go around and go to Wenchunli first."

The driver was confused for a while: "Master, who is Wen Chunli?"

Rong Jiashang said with a cold face, "You don't know the one that burned down?"

The driver was so frightened by his gloomy face that he broke into a cold sweat, nodded hastily, turned the steering wheel, turned the car around, and caused the car behind him to honk angrily.

Wen Chunli was vacant for a long time after the fire. After all, the fire killed seven or eight people, and several rituals were done. It was not until August that the reconstruction was levelled.

The Rong family moved very fast, and now the building is almost built. Facing the street is a row of neat three-storey shops with spacious and bright bays. The east corner is a beautiful new apartment building up to the eighth floor. A large area in the back until the riverside is a single-family small western-style building. The whole Wenchunli has been renovated and turned into a new-style neighborhood.

The rain did not interrupt the project, and there were still workers busy on the tripods in the rain. The tinkling thumping sound penetrated the haze and thumped into Rong Jiashang's ear.

He got out of the car, walked straight to the construction site in the rain, and settled on a charred tree stump in front of him.

It was probably the last witness to the fire a year ago. In the near future, when the workers are preparing the land, it will also be uprooted, chopped into firewood, and completely burned.

Just like Feng Shizhen once lived a peaceful and beautiful life.

This place, which has been beyond recognition, is that woman's home?

She grew up here, the light footsteps echoed in the narrow road, her footprints were left on the stone road, and the street lights illuminated her Pingting figure.

Rong Jiashang watched Feng Shizhen walk past him with a smile, rushed to the university in Jinling, and then watched her stumble in panic, kneeling on the blackened ground and weeping.

What kind of heart did she walk into Rong's house with? Does she know the truth behind the scenes?

Because of this, she resolutely pushed herself away?

"Eldest young master!" The driver came over with an umbrella, "It's cold outside, you go and sit in the car, and I'll go get the assistant for you?"

"No." Rong Jiashang turned around indifferently, his face covered in frost, "Go to the train station. Don't keep the third uncle waiting for a long time."

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, weaving a thin bead curtain and beating against the window.

Feng Shizhen closed the window, turned to look at his mother, and asked in surprise, "Who?"

"Your nephew from Aunt Zhao's family." Mrs. Feng looked at her daughter's expression while knitting a sweater. "I'm one year older than you, and I teach in middle school. I don't dislike our family's situation. I'd like to get to know you."

"Why do you suddenly think of this?" Feng Shizhen laughed, "Is it what Aunt Zhao meant?"

"What is sudden?" Mrs. Feng said angrily, "You will be twenty-four after the new year, and your boss is not too young. Didn't your classmates even have children? If it weren't for something like this in our family, you would have been married long ago. Now that your brother is back, and he is taking care of him at home, it's time to take care of your business. "

"Our debts haven't been paid off yet." Feng Shizhen said casually, "Besides, eldest brother is not married yet."

"What, I'm not married?" Feng Shixun walked into the house half wet.

Feng Shizhen got up in a hurry and took a towel to wipe his eldest brother's head.

Feng Shixun's face was as gloomy as the sky outside the window, and he asked his mother, "Mom, who is this time?"

"Again?" Feng Shizhen was surprised.

Mrs. Feng was also not very happy, and said, "The foreign translator last time you disliked others' slickness and dishonesty, so this time I asked your Aunt Zhao to find a middle school teacher. Is this the head office?"

"And the last time?" Feng Shizhen muttered.

Feng Shixun snorted and sneered: "How much can a middle school teacher earn? Maybe not as much as a real tutor. Don't you want to support a man after marrying?" #####

sixty seven

"You can't say that." Mrs. Feng said, "Your sister is not too young. If you keep dragging it down, I'm afraid you will be a stepmother. The other party heard that she is also a very honest person. Well. As long as you are good to the world, it's nothing to post back."

"What does it mean to be nice to her?" Feng Shixun looked at his mother aggressively, "Let Zhener follow him to endure hardship without food and clothing, and he said a few words of distress and thoughtfulness. Is this called being nice to her? , my heart is higher than the sky. I don't like such a person!"

"Ouch!" Mrs. Feng was anxiously pulling on the half-knitted sweater. "You've never seen anyone before, so you know how to talk nonsense and scare your sister. She really can't be delayed..."

"I'll leave it here!" Feng Shixun also said solemnly, "My sister, I will keep her for the rest of my life!"

Mrs. Feng was turned upside down by her son. Feng Shixun dragged Feng Shizhen away. When Mrs. Feng saw her son holding the palm of her daughter's wrist, her heart skipped a beat, and she forgot what she wanted to say.

Feng Shizhen was dragged into the kitchen by his brother and complained in a low voice, "Mom is also worried about me. You are too unreasonable."

"Then you want to marry that middle school teacher?" Feng Shixun turned his head sharply.

Feng Shizhen was startled. There was a very unfamiliar emotion in Feng Shixun's eyes, which made her feel like she was under a searchlight, and suddenly had a panic with nowhere to run.

"I...Did I say I want to marry him?" Feng Shizhen muttered aggrievedly, "I don't know anyone at all."

"Then what do you think?" Feng Shixun looked down at her, his eyes traced the lines of the girl's delicate face.

"I haven't considered this issue yet." Feng Shizhen was a little bit dumbfounded, "I still want to work for a few more years so that I can save my dowry."

The sense of oppression emanating from Feng Shixun gradually subsided, but his hand did not let go. He asked in a low voice, "Anyone you like?"

This question was like a thin whip, gently slapped on Feng Shizhen's heart, causing her whole body to feel pain and numbness for a while.

"No." Feng Shizhen lowered his eyes, "If you want to pay off your debts and save money, where do you have such thoughts?"

"Then," Feng Shixun asked, "what do you like? Brother help you find it."

Feng Shizhen laughed: "Didn't you just say you didn't want me to marry?"

Feng Shixun raised his eyebrows, pointed out his finger and nodded his sister's forehead: "Do you really want me to support you for the rest of my life?"

"Is this going back?" Feng Shizhen laughed