City of Streamer

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seventy

At this time, the sky is gradually clearing up, and the streets are full of traffic and bustling. As the car drove past the Bund, I saw the surging river on one side and the majestic foreign buildings on the other. All kinds of high-end cars came and went, and foreigners in neat clothes walked in and out of the hotel lobby with a lady in a fur coat and a dog on a leash.

Hashimoto Shiori looked at him with interest, turned his head to Rong Jiashang and said, "Jiashang, you painted me so many scenes of Shanghai at the beginning, and you even said that you wanted to take me to see it. You see, it has really been fulfilled now. ."

Rong Jia said: "Actually, I was a fool at the beginning. I left home when I was ten years old, and I don't remember what happened in Shanghai. Fang Lin is most familiar with the Bund. Fang Lin, talk to Miss Hashimoto."

Rong Fanglin took the words and explained it with Hashimoto Shiori from building to building. Shiori Hashimoto has been in Shanghai for quite a while, what have you not seen? But since he opened his head, he had to bite the bullet and listen.

Rong Jia lightly touched Feng Shizhen with his shoulder, and asked softly, "Aren't you angry when the surnamed Meng gave you flowers?"

Feng Shizhen smiled, pretending to be listening to Rong Fanglin, and said, "No. Why should I be angry? Why don't women like flowers?"

"That's bad." Rong Jia said, "I gave the order before I went out. I won't accept the flowers from him in the future. Why don't I go back later and I'll talk to the steward?"

Feng Shizhen glanced at him slightly sideways, and the corners of his eyes were filled with a hint of smoky charm: "I still listen to the master's instructions on this matter. If you want me to take it, I will take it, if you don't want me to take it, I don't lack that either. A bouquet of flowers."

"Yeah." Rong Jia raised his thick eyebrows, "If you like flowers, I can send you them every day. Meng Xu'an is uneasy and kind, so don't pay attention to him."

"Still knocking on the door and hanging it on the door?" Feng Shizhen sneered, "Eldest young master seems to be the only one to send flowers. Don't worry, what do I have for Meng Xu'an?"

Rong Jia looked at Feng Shizhen's lips with red rouge, and his heart beat erratically as the soft lips opened and closed.

"What about the color?"

"Tu Se?" Feng Shizhen's lips curled slightly, "Tu Se, is it just uneasy and kind?"

Rong Jia was speechless.

Feng Shizhen didn't let him go, and continued to ask, "Then young master, have you ever been uneasy and kind to me?"

Rong Jiashang stared at the beautiful and clean face in front of him, his eyes fell on her red and plump lips, his heart was about to move, and the familiar impulse surged up again, causing his temples to ache.

Feng Shizhen thought he was speechless and couldn't help but smile proudly.

"What interesting things did Jia Shang say to Miss Feng? Let's hear it too." Hashimoto Shiori couldn't bear it anymore, and turned back and smiled.

Feng Shizhen said calmly: "We are talking about Miss Du. Jiashang wants to make his fiancee happy. He wants to give her a special gift and ask me for advice."

Du Lanxin is really a magic charm to suppress Shiori Hashimoto. Shiori Hashimoto froze for a while, and smiled reluctantly: "Kasami is such a person, as long as he wants to be nice to a woman, he will really spoil her."

After speaking, he turned around with a lonely face and silently looked at the busy traffic outside the window.

At this moment, there was a pedestrian crossing the road, the driver slammed the steering wheel, and the people in the car swayed to one side.

Feng Shizhen was caught off guard and rushed towards Rong Jia. Hashimoto Shiori also slammed into the car window.

Rong Jia stretched out his hand and Feng Shizhen gave him a full hug, and gave him a hard hug. Feng Shizhen felt the hardness and temperature of the young man's chest, and his face burned with a bang.

"Be careful!" Rong Fanglin complained, "Are you all right, Shiori?"

Shiori Hashimoto sat up straight, with a pink print of half of his face on the window glass beside him. She hurriedly took out a powder compact from her handbag to touch up her makeup.

Feng Shizhen sat up in a hurry, and his temples suddenly hurt.

"Don't move!" Rong Jiashang whispered, raised his hand to wrap her head, and protected her against his chest.

"Let go!" Feng Shizhen struggled uncomfortably.

"Hair!" Rong Jia shouted, "Don't move!"

A strand of Feng Shizhen's hair on the temples was wrapped around a button on Rong Jia's chest. As soon as she raised her head, she was pulled painfully.

"I'll do it." Rong Jia pushed away Feng Shizhen's busy hand, twisted her hair, and pulled the entangled part away bit by bit.

Her hair was softly wrapped around her fingertips, like an arm held by a lover. Between the breaths, there is the light fragrance of the cologne on the man's body and the snowflake cream on the woman's cheeks.

Hashimoto Shiori stared at the two people pulling and pulling, almost crushing the powder box. Rong Fanglin was accustomed to seeing her gentle and elegant appearance, and at first glance she saw her eyes spitting fire and her face fierce, and she was secretly shocked.

Fortunately, Rong Jiashang quickly untied his hair. Feng Shizhen pushed his hand on his chest and immediately sat up straight.

Shiori Hashimoto turned his head and closed the compact tightly.

"Master, miss, we're here." The driver carefully stopped the car.

Rong Jiashang smiled and cast his eyes out of the window from Feng Shizhen's shy face, and saw a row of familiar buildings unprepared.

His face suddenly gloomy, and he scolded angrily: "Who asked you to come here?"

Feng Shizhen looked up in surprise. Outside is a row of new buildings that are about to be built. It is very stylish, and there is nothing wrong with it.

"Where is this place?" Hashimoto Shiori also asked curiously, "Is there something wrong?"

The driver hurriedly said, "This is Wen Chunli. We came with the car in front."

The blood faded from Feng Shizhen's face. In his eyes, a bright bright color was like a candle in the wind, and it disappeared in a flash, leaving only a dead gloom.

Rong Jiashang seemed to be kicked in the heart, and angrily said to the driver: "What are you still doing? Drive!"

The driver was frightened to death and asked dumbly, "Eldest young master, where do you want to go?"

"Brother, don't make trouble." Rong Fanglin said, "Uncle, they all got off the bus."

Rong Jiashang was about to get angry when a cold palm covered the back of his hand.

Feng Shizhen said calmly, "Since you're here, you have to take a look before leaving. Besides, Miss Hashimoto has to look at the house."

After saying that, Chaorong Fanglin winked and got out of the car with her.

The assistant manager of the engineering department greeted him with his subordinates, "The eldest young master is here, no wonder it's sunny today. It's just that the construction site is messy, so I'm afraid that I won't be able to entertain Mr. Tang."

Feng Shizhen glanced at Rong Jia lightly. Rong Fanglin, as if dubbing her, suddenly realized: "It turns out to be our house!"

For the first time, Rong Jiashang felt as if he was being strangled by someone's neck, unable to speak or gasp for breath. A mouthful of turbid breath was held in his lungs, and finally he squeezed out a pitiful smile at Xiangli.

The women of the Tang family heard that there were modern apartment buildings with elevators, and they went to visit them one after another. Hashimoto Shiori thought for a moment, then followed. Assistant Li led the way eagerly in front and led the large team away.

Rong Jia stopped and looked at Feng Shizhen's lonely figure.

She was standing on the side of the road, looking down at the charred tree stump that Rong Jiashang had seen yesterday. There was no expression on her face, but Rong Jia could feel a deep sadness and nostalgia passing from her.

Rong Jiashang walked over and said softly, "If you are not feeling well, I will ask the driver to take you home first."

Feng Shizhen was silent for a moment and asked, "Why did your family buy this place?"

Rong Jiashang gritted his teeth tightly, stared at Feng Shizhen's graceful profile, and said, "Someone bought it cheaply and bought it. The dock will be transformed into a private port in the future, and it will be very prosperous in the future."

Feng Shizhen sneered: "The fire is burning red, can it still be prosperous?"

Does she know, or doesn't she know?

Rong Jiashang felt that a paw was scratching **** his back.

Feng Shizhen didn't even look at him, and walked inside along the road that had just been paved.

The house is brand new, but the road is still the same. Feng Shizhen walked in front skillfully, and Rong Jiashang followed quietly, staring at the lonely back of the woman.

Feng Shizhen turned two corners and suddenly stopped.

In the depths of the lane, there are still several houses that have not been demolished, and the ruins of the charred and broken walls after the fire are still preserved.

People leave their homes, but birds come quietly, bringing seeds of flowers and plants. Those lives emerged from the cracks of the bricks and under the ash and gravel, stretching green leaves, blooming flowers, and climbing towards the sun. There was a half-dead old osmanthus tree beside the wall. The trunk was still clearly charred from the fire. Half of the branches were broken, and the other half had green leaves. There was still a bit of indomitable vitality jumping between the leaves.

Feng Shizhen trembled slightly and walked towards the old osmanthus tree behind the broken wall.

A long-rotted wooden bar shattered under her feet. Rong Jia rushed forward with a stride and grabbed her shaky body.

"Don't go there."

Feng Shizhen shook off his hand and walked inside without looking back. The ground is a mess, and there are broken pieces of wood everywhere. She went very hard.

"Don't go in!" Rong Jiashang chased after him, "It's too dangerous inside. These pillars can easily collapse!"

Feng Shizhen turned a deaf ear.

Rong Jia became sullen, grabbed her hand and pulled her out.

"Let go!" Feng Shizhen struggled angrily, "Rong Jia, this is none of your business!"

"I want to save you when you are in danger, why is it none of my business?" Rong Jiashang also roared.

"Then don't save me!" Feng Shizhen said loudly, "Who am I to you? Who are you to me? My home is ruined, and your Rong family builds tall buildings and lays new tiles here, but I don't even come back to take a look. Can't you?"

"Don't be self-willed." Rong Jiashang persuaded patiently, "There is nothing in it."

"Yes!" Feng Shizhen pushed him away, "It's just that you can't see it."

She turned her head and continued walking inside. Rong Jia heard a creaking sound in his upper ear, the hair on his body exploded, and he rushed over, dragging Feng Shizhen back several steps.

A cracked plank fell from the sky, rubbing the arms of the two and crashing to the ground. Fortunately, it rained, and no dust was thrown.

Feng Shizhen glanced at the wooden board coldly, and wanted to throw off Rong Jia's hand and continue to walk inside.

Rong Jia was holding onto her tightly.

Feng Shizhen finally broke out, beating Rong Jiashang's chest with all his strength, pushing him with all his strength.

"Go away! I don't want you to care! It's none of your business, go away!"

Rong Jia looked at her expressionlessly, then pulled her over fiercely, and then kissed her.

The kiss in the rage was extremely frenetic, almost biting, plundering forcefully, sucking and rolling, crushing Feng Shizhen's lips, as if he wanted to completely suppress her like this.

Feng Shizhen struggled for a while at first, perhaps realizing the disparity between the two, or perhaps he was infected by the man's emotions and relaxed.

Rong Jiashang gasped and let go of her, his eyes were bloodshot, but his eyes were unprecedentedly gentle.

Feng Shizhen looked at him, raised his hand, and wanted to push him away. Rong Jiashang grabbed her hand, crossed his fingers, and held it gently. Feng Shizhen shivered a bit and became quiet.

Rong Jiashang held the woman's cold hand, lowered his head, and kissed reverently with his warm lips.

"I'm sorry, Sejin. It looks like I'm thinking too easily. I don't think I can just be friends with you."

Feng Shizhen looked at the handsome young man in front of him with watery eyes, unable to say a word.

Rong Jiashang lowered his head and kissed again.

This time, he kissed gently and earnestly, soothing his lover's mood meticulously and patiently, savoring the sweet fragrance between his lips and teeth.

Feng Shizhen slowly closed his eyes, raised his hand, and placed it on Rong Jiashang's chest.

The young man's intense heartbeat came, like a flame burning and jumping in winter. His lips were astonishingly hot, but Feng Shizhen didn't avoid it any longer. She began to try to respond.

Rong Jiashang felt it and deepened the kiss ecstatically. He put her whole body in his arms, and demanded further plunder.

Among the desolate ruins, under the dim light of the sky, the two embraced and kissed, paying full attention, as if they were left alone.

There is no barrier between teachers and students, and there is no gap between the rich and the poor. They are just two young people who follow the most primitive impulses and want to get close to each other desperately.

And Rong Jiashang may not know how his hand held Feng Shizhen's anger that was about to break free, how his kiss brushed away the pain on her body, how his love struck her heart The wake-up call made her finally stop being a tortoise and start to face her feelings.

At this moment, they are all honest. Stop resisting and face your truest feelings.

After a long time, the lips parted reluctantly.

Rong Jia didn't let go of his hand. Feng Shizhen didn't struggle either. She buried her hot face in the man's warm chest, let out a slow sigh, and listened to the heartbeat of the two tending to be synchronized.

"I received the telegram, and it was already the third day when I came back from Nanjing." Feng Shizhen suddenly spoke softly.

Rong Jia hugged her, resting his chin on top of her head, and turned his eyes to a broken wall scorched black by smoke.

"Some of the ocean was locked in the safe at home. When I came back to see if I could find it, I saw the neighbors dug up the bones of their relatives from the ruins and transported them out. They were burnt to the ground, beyond recognition, only the shape of a person could be seen... …”

Feng Shizhen closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "A lot of people have died here. The uncles and aunts who watched me grow up, and I watched the children learning to walk, they disappeared in a blink of an eye. My father, such a capable person, every day He manages the pharmacy in high spirits, loves to joke and laugh, and also likes to play erhu after drinking a little wine. You have seen what he looks like now."

"There is a mother and daughter, who live on the east side of the second floor of No. 7. The girl is two years younger than me. She is also a college student. She is very beautiful, and she got engaged... The mother died, and the girl burned her face. Her fiance came to see After seeing her, she left. A few days later, I heard that the girl committed suicide by jumping off the building..."

The ending sound was erratic, Feng Shizhen couldn't go on, he buried his face in the man's chest, and grabbed the other's scarf tightly with his hands. #####

seventy one

Rong Jiashang hugged her tightly, trying to soothe the slight trembling of the body in his arms. He felt the scarf wrap around his neck so tightly that he couldn't breathe. A powerful sense of guilt and panic was pressing on his shoulders like a mountain, and he could almost hear the unbearable creaking of his bones. And the person hugging in his arms is like a fluttering fluorescent light, as long as he lets go a little, she will fly away and can no longer be caught.

"I'm sorry." Finally, Rong Jiashang squeezed out a difficult and hoarse whisper from his teeth. He had countless words to say, but in the end, he only condensed into these three words, "I'm sorry."

Why was he apologizing, and how much did she understand?

When the Tang family and his party returned from the apartment, Rong Fanglin found that his brother and teacher, who had been missing before, were already sitting in the car.

Rong Jia sat on the co-pilot, smoking a cigarette absentmindedly. And Feng Shizhen was sitting in the back seat, playing with a cane he picked from somewhere. The two of them looked calm, but the indescribable strange atmosphere became even more intense.

Shiori Hashimoto looked at the two of them calmly, clenched his teeth, and said nothing.

Uncle Tang has been around all day, dragging his family to four or five places, but he has not seen a single house. It's not that he is too small, that he has bad feng shui, or that the next door is a nouveau riche, and he doesn't deserve to be next to a poetic family like him.

Rong Dingkun also had a headache when he took this third uncle of the Tang family.

The Tang family was indeed a well-known scholar family back then, and the old man was still the former Qing Juzi. The uncle of the Tang family is a pedantic scholar, but he has integrity and does not like to take advantage of his brother-in-law's family. The eldest uncle and the second uncle both died early, and all the family property fell into the hands of the third. This third uncle was born a little bully in the family. He learned to write a few sour poems with Mr. Private School, and knew nothing about economics. The Tang family's property is less and less in his hands every year.

It is better to subsidize a brother-in-law than to raise seven or eight worms in the Huang family. Rong Dingkun comforted himself so much that he asked Rong Jia to post a sum of money from Uncle Tang in the name of filial piety to his nephew, and finally bought a big house owned by brother-in-law Wu Yunchi.

Uncle Tang got the house, but he was not satisfied.

After dinner that night, the women went to the study to drink tea and listen to the radio, while the men stayed in the dining room to smoke cigars.

Uncle Tang smoked the Cuban cigar that Rong Dingkun collected, puffed out a cigarette, and said, "Brother-in-law, when I look at Jiashang now, I always think of my little sister who died early. She really has a bad life. You have suffered so much, but you have no life to enjoy."

As soon as Rong Dingkun heard this, he knew that the third brother-in-law still wanted something from him. He gave a lukewarm smile and said, "Jia Shang is my eldest son, and everything in this family will belong to him in the future. In this matter, I will not treat Jia Shang badly."

Uncle Tang shook his cigar: "I'm also thinking about Jia Shang, I'm afraid that he will be weak and will suffer a loss from the Huang family in the future. It's better than this - I think your eldest girl is pretty good, my third child is about the same age as her. , is a smart and filial child, the teachers in the school praise him for his honesty and duty. We kiss each other more, and in the future, when we are old, the younger generation will not be divided. "

Third uncle wanted Rong Fanglin to marry his third son?

Rong Jiashang didn't say anything at first, but when he heard these words, he almost laughed out loud.

Rong Dingkun thought that Jiang was old and hot, and Uncle Tang was so shameless, but he didn't change his face, and even smiled a little.

"Look at what you said, third brother, even if you don't get married, if you have Jia Shang, the juniors will never be alienated. Fang Lin is the child of Huang's family and my eldest daughter. She was spoiled by her mother. She is very squeamish. She can't do the kind of chaste and demure that the Tang family pays attention to. She spends the whole day babbling about going abroad to study business and do a career. Your third child is an honest child, I am afraid that he will be punished by him. Riding on the head and bullying."

Uncle Tang Xu drank a few more glasses of wine at dinner, and his mind became a little sluggish. He waved his hand and said, "It's okay. When you get married, let the old aunt teach her well, and keep her docile, docile and virtuous. De. Brother-in-law, you are too spoiled for your children, and let them make fun of the students outside. If a woman knows a few words, it's enough to settle the account. Why go abroad to study? It's better to waste this money as a dowry. , to please my mother-in-law."

Uncle Tang's concubine still had her feet bound. The girls in the Tang family did not read much, and they would read typos when they went out.

And although Rong Dingkun didn't like women being too smart, his daughter wanted her to be as smart and capable as possible. So hearing this, Rong Dingkun couldn't help but sunk his face and said with a cold smile: "I know Fanglin best, he is stubborn and won't listen to others' lessons."

"Then she can't do it, so can your second daughter." Uncle Tang said again.

Although Rong Fanghua is not as good as Rong Fanglin to please her father, she is still at an age where she can be raised to a rich and noble family. Rong Dingkun is also reluctant to send her to the fallen Tang family.

"Let's do it." Rong Dingkun said, "My third girl and fourth girl are twins. Whichever is better for you, I will give it to your fifth, how about it?"

The fifth member of the Tang family is twelve years old this year and was born to his uncle. Although Miss Rong Third and Fourth Miss Rong are concubines, they should have a lot of dowry. Uncle Tang thought it was a good deal, patted his thigh and said, "Let's San Niu. Let's write a marriage certificate!"

"Father!" Rong Jia reminded displeasedly, "Do you want to discuss such a big matter with Concubine Sun?"

Rong Dingkun disagreed: "The Tang family is the son of the former Qing Dynasty, so it's not like treating your sister badly."

Uncle Tang was holding a cigar and cheerfully greeted the footman to send pen and ink. Rong Dingkun and he wrote the marriage certificate at the dining table, and then went back and published a newspaper, even if the matter was settled.

After the messenger went out, she told Wu's mother about it. Wu's mother was so frightened that she lost the black chicken in her hand and ran to find the second concubine.

The second concubine was breastfeeding her young son, and when she heard the news, she almost fell out of her hand.

"Auntie, what can I do?" Wu Ma hurriedly took over the young master. "It's said that the Tang family is poor, and they used to sell their uncle and wife's dowry to make a living. This time in Shanghai, I'm going to post our Rong family!"

The second concubine naturally refused to give up.

Rong Dingkun just finished writing the marriage certificate and went upstairs to change his clothes. The second concubine rushed out and dragged him into her house.

"Master, why do you think it's the first time? It was clearly stated at the beginning that Fang Xing promised to give it to my eldest brother's house, and Fang Liu must also be matched with the right one. Why do you give the child to the Tang family now? If you have to mend the clothes yourself, the four nurses only need two nurses. How can my Fang Xing have a good life in the past? Don’t all this dowry have to be used to support the elders and children of the Tang family?”

Rong Dingkun said impatiently: "The Tang family has no money, and Jiashang won't watch his sister and brother-in-law endure hardship, and will always subsidize it. Can your family be compared with the Tang family?"

But the second concubine is someone who has suffered without money, so she doesn't care about those vague family titles: "Xing'er is also the son of the master, you can obviously find a better husband's family for her, why should you push her into the fire pit? Who? I hope that my daughter and son-in-law can only beg for food in the hands of the uncle in the future? You hate the Huang family, won't the eldest young master dislike the Tang family in the future?"

However, in Rong Dingkun's eyes, the second concubine was already a yellow-faced woman who had given birth to three children, and she had no sympathy for her. For him, except for the eldest son who was raised to inherit the family business, the other sons and daughters were raised to contribute to the family business through marriage. Even the most beloved Fang Lin, he had already made plans for her marriage, not to mention the two daughters who were not well-loved.

"This matter has been settled, you don't have to make trouble with me!" Rong Dingkun waved off his second concubine angrily, "The Tang family is also a serious and innocent family, it's better than the Sun family who gave their daughter to be a concubine! Less! I haven't figured it out with you yet. Don't think that having a son can be a blessing. You are just a concubine in this family!"

The second concubine gave an invisible slap in the face by this, and was so stunned that she didn't speak for a while. Rong Dingkun pushed her away and hurried away, but she didn't stop him.

After a while, the second concubine slowly sat on the sofa, tears falling silently.

"It's just a concubine... Back then, when he coaxed me into the door, he promised me eachother, saying that apart from not being able to straighten up, he loved me the most. He also said that after giving birth to a son, he would support me as a flat wife. It turns out that a concubine is a concubine after all, just a plaything. . Even the child, in his hands, is nothing but an object for exchange."

Wu Ma handed over the handkerchief, "Auntie, now that the master's temper is not as good as before, why do you have to fight him? You used to coax him a lot, but after giving birth to the young master, everything changed?"

The second concubine smiled wryly and shook her head: "It's not that I can't soften, but I'm tired, and I don't want to flatter him anymore. I don't even bother to perfunctory. You're right, I've changed..."

Wu Ma was worried and didn't know what to say. The second concubine got up tired and went to bed, wiping tears until she fell asleep.

As a result, in the middle of the night, the nurse came to knock on the door in a panic, saying that the young master had a fever.

The second concubine thought of Rong Dingkun's ruthlessness, so she didn't bother to ask him for instructions, and took the child to the hospital in person.

It just so happened that Feng Shixun was on the night shift in the A&E department again today. The second concubine saw his tall and secure figure coming towards her, she felt sad and aggrieved, and tears rolled down her cheeks.

Feng Shixun asked the nurse to invite the pediatrician for consultation and hung the child with water. Young Master Rong is a premature baby with weak lung function, so it is a bit difficult in winter. The second concubine guarded her son, and her tears were like beads on a string, and she never stopped.

Feng Shixun saw that she only wore a thin jacket in the winter, with bare feet and leather slippers, her hair was fluffy, and her face was swollen from crying. He estimated that this concubine's life in Rong's house was getting worse, but he couldn't ask more questions, so he had to go to the office to make a cup of hot tea and deliver it to the second concubine.

"Would you like to let the nurse make a bed and rest beside you?" Feng Shixun asked.

The second concubine held the hot tea and looked at the gentle and caring face of the man, with mixed tastes.

"why……"

"What?" Feng Shixun asked.

Why wasn't the man I met back then?

The second concubine asked repeatedly in her heart.

Why when I was innocent and pure and pure, did I meet Rong Dingkun, a scheming, cold, hypocritical, greedy and selfish man?

Why did the younger sister see it clearly and leave decisively, but she is still obsessed, living in the illusion of self-deception.

Why have you already thrown her into the abyss, yet still want to give her a little hope and let her see the light.

Feng Shixun is handsome and straight, wearing a white coat, with a refined and gentle temperament. He sat under the lamp, as if the whole person was enveloped in a layer of light. The second concubine couldn't help thinking of the angel statue bathed in light in the church. It was also so holy and beautiful. It stood in a high place for people to look up to, but it was so far away.

"Don't worry." Feng Shixun comforted. "The young master's body is much better than before. When the fever subsides, it will be fine."

The second concubine forced a smile: "Dr. Feng...is really a good person. I don't know how lucky that girl is to marry you in the future."

Feng Shixun was a little embarrassed: "I'm just a poor doctor, and I have elderly and sick parents at home. Even if a girl is blind and willing to marry, I don't dare to drag her down."

"How could that be?" The second concubine murmured, "A smart girl knows how hard it is to have a solid man like you. What's the use of having so much money? When you meet a man who is ruthless, selfish and ruthless, it will be tortured. You've been in pain for a lifetime. You look like me, I've already given birth to three children, and I just want to leave Rong's house, so where can I go? "

Feng Shixun couldn't tell the story of the Rong family, so he could only smile bitterly in silence.

The second concubine looked at Feng Shixun and said, "Dr. Feng received a plaid scarf a while ago. It was actually given by me."

Feng Shixun was a little surprised. He was actually quite popular in the hospital, and he would receive small gifts from patients or nurses every once in a while. The scarf was not signed, and he didn't care, but he didn't expect that it was given by Rong Dingkun's concubine.

Feng Shixun took another look at the woman in front of her who was crying red and swollen, but her eyes were full of love. What else did he not understand? He was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to say.

"Don't worry." The second concubine said softly, "that's just my heart. Rong Dingkun gave you a thank you gift, it's his. But I want to give you a gift myself, thank you not only for saving me My life, you have awakened my god. Although I have read books, it is no different from old-fashioned women. I used to look down on those women who were clamoring for independence, but now I feel that I am the most ridiculous."#### #

seventy two

Feng Shixun said: "Thanks to Mrs. Sun's love. You and Boss Rong have also been husband and wife for ten years, and there is always a relationship. Even if there is a moment of quarrel, it will be reconciled after a while."

"What kind of couple." The second concubine sneered, "I'm just a concubine, not his wife. But being his wife is not a happy thing. From the Tang family to the Huang family, who lived happily? Rong Dingkun this People can only love themselves, wives, concubines and children are all that he can abandon at any time."

"Boss Rong may have his own difficulties." Feng Shixun said, and he felt that this was very hypocritical.

"You still say good things for him?" The second concubine snorted coldly, "You don't know, Rong Dingkun is involved in both black and white. On the surface, he is beautiful and a gentleman. But nothing good has been done! In Wen Chunli, where your family lives, do you think the fire started in vain?"

Feng Shixun slowly turned his head and stared at the second concubine's face: "What do you mean by that?"

"What else can you mean?" The second concubine gritted her teeth, "My sister and I gave Rong Dingkun a lot of cigarettes, and I heard a lot of shameful things from his mouth. I bet even our wife do not know."

Feng Shixun grabbed the second concubine's shoulder: "You think there is something strange about the fire in Wen Chunli? Was it Rong Dingkun?"

The second concubine sneered and said, "Isn't it him? The company that repairs the new house in Wenchunli is a branch of the Rong Family Chamber of Commerce. The previous company bought it hard, how could it be so easy to sell the land? How can such a good thing happen? I don't read much, but Dr. Feng is an international student. You must know better than me about the buying and selling of leather bag companies."

Feng Shixun's face turned blue, and it took a while to let go of the second concubine, with a terrifying anger in his eyes.

"He set fire to such a large area and killed so many people..."

"What is this?" said the second concubine sharply, "Rong Dingkun started his career empty-handed as a small runner, can he have less murder cases? He has a German-made revolver by his side, which he doesn't use at ordinary times. Every time he has to deal with important opponents , will take it out. A good sworn brother, a woman who betrayed him... There is nothing he can't do for the sake of profit!"

Feng Shixun's hand clenched into a fist and placed it on his knee, trembling slightly.

"Does my sister know about this?"

"I don't know." The second concubine was also a little nervous when she remembered Feng Shizhen's ability to defuse troubles in his understatement. She felt that Feng Shixun's younger sister was much more profound and unfathomable than her brother.

"Rong Dingkun doesn't like her very much. Miss Feng is also very sensible, and usually avoids him." The second concubine thought that since she said it, she might as well go the other way. He said, "It's just that the eldest young master seems to like Miss Feng very much. He pursued it before, but she rejected her."

Feng Shixun was crushed by these "surprises" one after another like a giant wave, and he laughed so much.

The second concubine hurriedly said, "After the eldest young master has been taught by the master, he has become more disciplined and has always been polite to Miss Feng."

Feng Shixun smiled for a long time, then closed his eyes: "I can't think of... What else is there that I don't know?"

The second concubine stared at his handsome and indignant face with love and affection, thought for a while, and said, "There are some things that you don't know better. But there is one thing, I might as well tell you."

"what?"

The second concubine sneered: "Rong Dingkun doesn't have the surname Rong at all. His name and background are all fake!"