City of Streamer

Grandson is going crazy. I have no choice but to tell you, madam, she seems to have taken a fancy to Fang Lin. "

Rong Jia was taken aback for a moment, remembering that Mrs. Tanaka was indeed very enthusiastic about the two girls of the Rong family today. Rong Fanglin is the eldest daughter. Ever since she turned sixteen, there has been an endless stream of inquiries and offers of marriage. Rong Dingkun attached great importance to the marriage of this eldest daughter, and he was waiting for a price. Hashimoto's elder son was sick and his second son was stupid. Even if Rong Dingkun wanted to marry, he would definitely be reluctant to bear his eldest daughter. Rong Fanghua, who is not so valuable, is a little dangerous.

Thinking of this, Rong Jiashang said angrily, "Let's take one step at a time."

"Wait!" Hashimoto Shiori called him again, hesitated for a moment, and whispered, "You and Miss Du, are you serious?"

"What's serious?" Rong Jia asked rhetorically, "If you ask about the marriage contract, the contract has already been signed, so of course you want to get married seriously."

"Do you like her?" Hashimoto Shiori asked.

Rong Jia didn't answer, just chuckled softly, then turned around and just waved his hand.

The autumn light is very good today, and the sun is shining warmly. Mrs. Tanaka took the daughters of the Rong family to enjoy chrysanthemums in the garden, and bursts of laughter came. Shiori Hashimoto looked at Du Lanxin's slender purple figure in the distance, the corners of his mouth twitched, then he put on a bright smile and walked over.

On the way home, Rong Jiashang and Rong Dingkun took a car alone and told Rong Dingkun what Hashimoto Shiori told him.

"Waiting for their eldest son to die?" Rong Dingkun disagreed, "You didn't listen to what Hashimoto said. The doctor said that he would not survive until the age of fifteen, but he has lived to this day. Now that he said he would not survive the New Year, he might be able to survive. The earth will live for another ten years. Waiting for a person to die is like waiting for the rain to come. Why dig a well?”

"Dad means we do it ourselves?" Rong Jia asked blankly.

Rong Dingkun didn't answer.

"That golden unicorn, is Meng Xu'an in a hurry?" Rong Jia asked, "But there is a time limit?"

Rong Dingkun didn't want to talk about the Meng family, so he just hummed vaguely.

Rong Jia didn't ask any further, and said, "Since you can't buy it, there are only two options left: either steal it or rob it."

Rong Dingkun snorted the doctor coldly: "You saw it today, not to mention the complicated secret room of Hashimoto's house. There are also private security guards at home, and a military burglar alarm is installed. How to steal? How to rob?"

Rong Jia didn't respond. He doesn't really care about Jin Qilin. It is Rong Dingkun, not him, who has the handle in Meng Xian's hands. And Rong Dingkun mostly deserved it. So it's better for him to worry about it.

Outside the car window, the yellow sunset made half of the road as bright as gilded, and people on the street were rushing to and fro. The schoolgirls wearing neat dresses, carrying schoolbags, each holding a string of candy in their hands, walked across the road talking and laughing. They are youthful and arbitrary, without the slightest distress, which is really enviable.

Back home, Rong Jiashang wearily took off his coat and tie.

The window on the opposite side was actually opened, the curtains fluttered in the wind, and the figures inside shook.

Rong Jia was stunned for a moment, in disbelief, the blood all over his body was on fire, he didn't care that the tie was still hanging around his neck, he opened the door and rushed out.

"How do you—"

The words stopped abruptly. The old mother who was cleaning the house turned around in surprise.

"Master?"

The frenzied expression on Rong Jia's face froze: "What are you doing here?"

The old mother said nervously: "The weather is fine today, and the steward asked us to wash all the curtains in the guest room. The sun has set, so we pulled the curtains back and hung them up. What's the eldest young master's order?"

Rong Jia waved his hand, glanced around the empty room, and turned away.

Feng Shizhen...she will never come back.

Feng Shizhen has been living very comfortably at home these few days. She only helps Mrs. Feng with housework every day. She reads books in the sun on the roof in her spare time. Occasionally, she invites her classmates to drink tea and watch movies. The days seem to return to the time when she has not suffered a disaster at home and is still studying in the university. .

Feng Shixun was on the night shift that day. Mrs. Feng made a big pot of roast pork with bamboo shoots and asked Feng Shizhen to bring a box to his son.

After Feng Shizhen finished delivering the meal, he came out of the hospital and was about to take the bus home when a beautiful white Ford car suddenly stopped in front of her, causing Feng Shizhen to take two steps back.

The window rolled down, and a bright smile peeked out from the driver's seat. The gorgeous girl was dressed in mink fur, with beautiful curly hair wrapped in a silk scarf, big sunglasses covering only half of her palm-sized face, white teeth and red lips, and a smug smile. This dress looks like a big star who came out of a Hollywood pictorial, it is Xiao Baoli who has been missing for some days.

Feng Shizhen burst into laughter: "Xiao Daxing is so fashionable! Where is this going?"

"Go to the studio to make a few more shots." Xiao Baoli took off her sunglasses and winked at Feng Shizhen with a smile, "I was thinking about going out with you for a few days, and I met you on the road. How is my new car? It's a birthday present from the seventh master!"

"What a stylish car!" Feng Shizhen praised.

"Get in the car!" Xiao Baoli beckoned, "I'll take you to the studio to play, and after the filming, I'll invite you to eat Hunan cuisine."

Feng Shizhen had nothing to do, so he happily got into Xiao Baoli's car.

Xiao Baoli was born petite and delicate, but when she started the car, she went on a rampage. Feng Shizhen was sitting in the second seat, and his palms were sweating when he saw her speeding all the way, constantly honking the horn to bang pedestrians.

"Scared you?" Xiao Baoli smiled sideways at her, the kerosene drill on the earrings shining like a 100-watt light bulb.

With such heavy makeup, she couldn't tell Xiao Baoli's real complexion. She only felt that she had lost a lot of weight, wrapped in a mink coat, with big eyes and red lips, making her even more slender and petite.

"Are you tired of filming?" Feng Shizhen asked, "I read that the newspaper called you a rising star of Chinese movies, and said that the "Peony Spring" you filmed before has the style of a new Hollywood movie."

Xiao Baoli sneered and turned the steering wheel, "The director is a talented student who came back from studying in the United States. How can a girl like me know about Hollywood?"

"The newspaper said that you are a talented girl studying in the United States."

"It's just a gimmick that the company made for me." Xiao Baoli shrugged disdainfully, "I think it's easier to gain the audience's favor by giving me a clean background than selling my family's downfall and being a dancer to pay off my debts. So not only do I have to make a clean break with the past, I have to work hard to maintain my new fake identity, so that no one can see through it. I live with a fake skin... Speaking of which, I heard that you have left the Rong family. "

Feng Shizhen nodded and said, "Seventh Master felt that it would not be safe for me to stay at the Rong's house again, so he pulled me out. You can do the things that follow without having to stay at the Rong's house."

"Is Rong Jia really hooked?" Xiao Baoli slowed down the speed of the car and winked at Feng Shizhen, "It's really rare to see such a romantic and dashing rich boy being taken down by a little-known girl. , but it happened around me. I am a drama like life, and you are life like a drama."

"Ordinary people live their lives, so what do you do in drama?" Feng Shizhen sneered, "If you don't toss, you don't know how tiring you are to live like this."

"That's true." Xiao Baoli sighed softly, "but what do you think? Rong Dingkun is not a thing, but Rong Jia looks pretty good. If you two don't have a feud, it's fine to be together. "

Feng Shizhen said: "If there is no hatred, I would never know him at all."

"That's right." Xiao Baoli turned the steering wheel, drove the car into an alley, and entered the gate. #####

eighty-six

A studio employee in a suit with a big back head strode to the car window and shouted enthusiastically, almost exaggeratedly: "Oh, my sister Li'er, my ancestor, Lafayette, you are finally here. The people inside have been waiting for you for a long time, and Director Wang is still angry."

"He was transformed from a gun battle, it's surprising that he didn't get angry." Xiao Baoli got out of the car with a calm expression, and said, "This is my good friend Miss Feng, who came to play with me, you can ask someone to say hello."

After that, she brushed the curly hair on the side of her ears and walked in gracefully, like a goddess of war rushing to the battlefield. Feng Shizhen carried her handbag and followed behind her like a little assistant.

The studio rented an English-style mansion on Yuyuan Road, and the crew of the crew crowded the room noisily. There are wires everywhere, and the living room of the house has bright spotlights, shining on the expensive mahogany sheepskin sofa.

A beautiful woman in a fox fur and delicate makeup was sitting on the sofa smoking a cigarette. Seeing Xiao Baoli coming, she sneered and said sharply, "Why don't you come later, let's just shoot the night scene."

This female star Feng Shizhen also knows her surname Lin, but she is not very popular and she is not too young.

Xiao Baoli gave Miss Lin a tolerant and contemptuous chuckle, and walked straight to the locker room, as if she didn't care when she saw a fool making fun of herself.

Miss Lin was so embarrassed that she complained to a bald man next to her: "Director, look at her. I'm obviously late for everyone to wait, but she's bigger than anyone else. But I only acted in one movie, so I take myself seriously. star."

Although Xiao Baoli only acted in one movie, she was an instant hit, and her backing was tough, and the director didn't want to offend her.

"Today was originally a temporary arrangement for reshoots. It is not easy for anyone to adjust the time. It's good that people can come."

Miss Lin was bored, so she got up and went to the window for a cigarette.

Someone came to ask Feng Shizhen to go aside and found a chair for her. Feng Shizhen sat quietly in the corner, watching with interest the male protagonist go to coax Miss Lin. The male protagonist is a handsome young boy who has become popular recently, wearing a modern white suit with powder on his face. After a few words, he coaxed Miss Lin to laugh, and patted his shoulder with his hand still holding the cigarette.

After a while, Xiao Baoli changed into a schoolgirl's attire. Her face was washed with all the splendor, her hair was straight and her ears were drooping. She had big eyes and bright eyes, as beautiful as a dewy gardenia. The more and more she made the heavy makeup Miss Lin looked like a yellow-faced woman who was unwilling to age.

The director touched his bald head with a look of love on his face, and ordered to start shooting. Miss Lin was coaxed by the producer for a long time, and then she reluctantly put out the cigarette and walked to the light.

Feng Shizhen was the first time to watch a movie, but he enjoyed it with relish.

The bright spotlights illuminated the exquisitely arranged sets from all directions. The people under the lights were talking about dialogues written by others and acting out stories that did not belong to them.

If it is false, but their expressions are so focused, and their eyes are full of love and hate. If true, this is all fiction.

When the lights went out, they separated and returned to their original lives.

Here, there is no gorgeous streamer, no handsome boy, no fiery love. She is still an ordinary woman, she still has to rush for life, bow down for five buckets of rice, and live mediocrely and strong.

She will continue her original path, leaving this bright, flashy and noisy city and live a peaceful life in another city.

Maybe she will meet another man who makes her heart flutter, and they can dance to the music under the moonlight. She might mention her secret past to him a long time later. Only then did he know what extraordinary experience his ordinary wife had.

And what will be the ending of Rong Jiashang?

If everything goes according to Meng Xian's arrangement, the Rong family will fall apart. Maybe Rong Jiashang has the opportunity to break free from the shackles of the family and realize his dream of flying in the blue sky. He is not a materialistic person, and he should like such a free life.

He will have beautiful wives and smart children. He may miss her, he will miss her in the future, or he may forget her altogether. But no matter what, his life is bound to be much better than hers.

There was a lot of hustle and bustle during the acting, but it was always so deserted when it ended. I'm not afraid that everyone will be addicted to the drama and can't extricate themselves. What I'm afraid of is that everyone else is in the drama, but only you can't get out.

Filming is actually very boring, with a few lines in a scene, filming over and over again. Feng Shizhen watched for a while and felt bored, got up and walked towards the small door in the corner of the studio.

Before he could put his hand on the doorknob, the door was suddenly pulled open from the outside.

A cold wind rushed in, and the tall and straight figure of the young man occupied Feng Shizhen's eyes without warning.

Feng Shizhen was like being hit by a snowball suddenly, and Xiang was stabbed in the chest by someone face to face. The whole person froze for a moment, and there was a chill on his skin. But the heart, but immediately reacted, beating fiery, the heat spread from the painful part to the whole body.

Rong Jia's sheepskin-gloved hand was still holding the doorknob, and he looked down at Feng Shizhen slightly, his dark eyes seemed to be frozen, and he didn't move.

He was also nervous to death.

Feng Shizhen regained his senses, took a deep breath and took a step back.

"What's wrong?" Rong Dingkun's voice came from behind Rong Jia.

Rong Jiashang also came to life, cleared his throat, and said, "What a coincidence, I actually met Mr. Feng."

Feng Shizhen stepped aside a few steps and let the father and son of the Rong family enter the door.

Rong Dingkun was well-dressed, took off his hat when he entered the door, swept his eyes sharply at Feng Shizhen, and nodded at her.

"I didn't expect to meet Miss Feng here."

Feng Shizhen bowed and said, "I'm friends with Xiao Baoli, and she invited me over to play. Boss Rong, this is..."

"Oh, I invested in a movie. If you are free today, come and have a look."

Rong Dingkun was still as sane as he used to be, with a refined and gentle manner, and he was three-pointed towards the former tutor at home, like a virtuous corporal.

In the past three months or so, Feng Shizhen had not had much contact with him, but every time they met, Feng Shizhen could clearly feel Rong Dingkun's rejection of him. She felt that maybe Rong Dingkun didn't understand why he didn't like Feng Shizhen so much. Maybe it's an old and slippery fox who instinctively knows that the visitor is not good, so he exudes a strong sense of resistance.

Now that Feng Shizhen has left the Rong family, the threat has basically been lifted. Therefore, when Rong Dingkun faced Feng Shizhen, he ignored him more. He doesn't care about a little dragon who has withdrawn from the stage. Anyway, there are so many beautiful girls, my son will always fall in love with other faces, who can bear to remember an ordinary passerby?

People from the film company greeted him. Rong Dingkun stopped looking at Feng Shizhen and was surrounded by people. Rong Jia didn't move, he held the doorknob and looked at Feng Shizhen.

His face was expressionless, only the sliding Adam's apple betrayed his nervousness.

Feng Shizhen was not ready to confront him either. He lowered his head and said, "I'm going out to get some air."

"But it's cold outside." Rong Jia looked up at Feng Shizhen and whispered, "You're wearing too thin."

Under the spotlight not far away, the filming had stopped. The director was eagerly shaking hands with Rong Dingkun, and Miss Lin approached with a charming smile. Wearing a fox fur coat, Xiao Baoli stood aside indifferently, and when she saw Feng Shizhen and Rong Jiashang, she raised her eyebrows with a meaningful smile.

Feng Shizhen glared at her quietly, and said to Rong Jia, "I want to go home, please let me go."

Rong Jia stepped aside. Feng Shizhen rubbed his shoulder and walked out.

The sky turned cloudy outside, and there were sporadic raindrops in the wind. Feng Shizhen wrapped his shawl tightly and strode towards the door. There was a slamming of the door behind him. She paused for a moment, smiled bitterly, and then quickened her pace.

The rickshaw waiting for passengers at the intersection saw Feng Shizhen beckoning and ran over immediately.

Feng Shizhen stood on the side of the road and shivered when suddenly a warm coat was draped over his shoulders. Rong Jia wrapped her arms around her and wrapped her in a coat.

The wind seemed to stop, and there was silence in private.

Rong Jiashang hugged Feng Shizhen silently, standing on the side of the street with desolate leaves.

"I miss you so much." He lowered his head and whispered in her ear.

Feng Shizhen stared blankly ahead, but his eyes were not focused, a sour rushed upwards, and it felt as if he had been punched in the nose.

Rong Jia's arms were getting tighter and tighter. Seeing the driver pulling the car gradually approaching, he hoped that the time would be extended, and it was best to stop and let him hold it for a while.

Feng Shizhen's voice was very soft, but it clearly passed into Rong Jiashang's ears through the cold wind.

"Wen Chunli, your father sent someone to burn it, right?"

In one sentence, Rong Jia, who was standing on the shore before, was pushed into the bone-chilling water with one hand.

The driver ran closer, looking at the two embracing each other, a little embarrassed. Shanghai has a civilized atmosphere, and it is common for young couples to hold hands and hug on the road, but the atmosphere of this pair is obviously wrong. He was not sure whether to leave or stay when Rong Jiashang took out two pieces of ocean and threw them to him. The driver was sensible, grabbed the money, pulled the car and ran away.

Rong Jia took a deep breath and turned Feng Shizhen around. Feng Shizhen's face was blue and white, his eyes were black, like a dark night where no light could shine through. Rong Jiashang panicked in his heart, as if he was pinched by a fist, and it took a lot of effort to jump up again, but it was like pressing a thousand jins of rock.

He settled down and said, "Let's talk somewhere else."

"Okay." Feng Shizhen agreed calmly.

Rong Jiashang gritted his teeth, took Feng Shizhen to his car, and put her in the passenger seat.

In the Austrian cafe in the public concession, Rong Jiashang and Feng Shizhen were sitting in the corner by the window. The weather is hazy outside, and the cold wind is howling, but the inside is warm and warm, filled with the special aroma of bitter and fragrant coffee.

The waiter brought coffee and a sandwich. Rong Jiashang pushed the plate towards Feng Shizhen and said softly, "You probably haven't had lunch yet, so eat some."

Feng Shizhen lowered his head and stirred the coffee with a small silver spoon, his face calm.

Rong Jia's gaze followed her white fingers and asked, "How did you know?"

Feng Shizhen said: "My brother told me. He knows what, but I don't know."

Rong Jiashang knew that Feng Shixun heard from the second concubine. He didn't want to care about the concubine's betrayal, and it was the Rong family's sin.

"So," Feng Shizhen looked up at Rong Jia, "Is it true?"

Rong Jia didn't drink coffee, but the taste was still bitter. He nodded with difficulty, as if there was cotton stuffed in his throat, and said, "I didn't mean to hide it from you, I just found out soon. These days, whether I open or close my eyes, I'm thinking about your family. I don't know how to tell you about it. I'm afraid that you will hate me, and I'm also taking a fluke, thinking that you may not know."

"There is no impermeable wall in the world." Feng Shizhen said, "Or if I don't know, you plan to hide it from me for the rest of your life?"

"I don't know." Rong Jiashang said helplessly, "I'm a selfish person, Shizhen. Originally, it was hard enough to get you. I really don't want to make trouble for myself."

"Have you thought about the consequences?" Feng Shizhen finally looked directly at him and smiled bleakly, "If I was really with you and only then found out, how would I react? You say you like me, my temperament , don't you understand yet?"

"I thought about it." Rong Jiashang smiled bitterly: "But it seems that whether we know it or not, we can't be together. Keeping the secret from you, at least you don't hate me."

He propped his forehead, his thumb pressed hard against his temple.

Feng Shizhen looked at him blankly and asked, "Are you going to keep protecting your father like this?"

eighty seven

"He?" Rong Jiashang sneered, "No! He does a lot of evil, and there will always be retribution. I enjoy the benefits of his evil deeds, and I will also be punished jointly and severally. God is fair, I never thought of doing it for me. What is my dad defending. I just don't want him to affect me and you. But now it's too late to say that. You should hate me."

"I don't hate you." Feng Shizhen said in a hoarse voice, "I just... I have no choice. Jiashang, you have seen my father and the ruins in Wen Chunli. Fortunately, my father is not dead, but the neighbors are Because of this fire, how many families have been destroyed. With this matter between us, how can we be together?"

Rong Jiashang sat opposite, with a sad and calm face, like a sinner listening to the sentence.

Feng Shizhen looked at him, his eyes depicting his handsome eyebrows, canine-like clear eyes, and the warm lips she had kissed obsessively. She felt extremely uncomfortable, and wanted to beat her chest hard, to open a hole in her chest so that the blood clogged heart could beat a few times.

"Your friendship has touched me very much." Feng Shizhen's lips trembled slightly, forcing himself to continue, "I have lived so long, you are the first man to be so sincere to me, and maybe there will never be another man. Now. Who doesn't want to live a simple, peaceful, dear and loving life? But it happens to be a mess, and it keeps blocking the two of us. So, give it up, Jiashang. If there is no way to go, why should you step on the thorny road with bare feet? "

"You're the one who gave up easily in this matter." Rong Jia laughed, "but this kind of thing can't be stopped just by saying it. I'm not reconciled, I like you, like crazy, It's like being cursed by you. I don't want to just give up! Let's try and see if we can find a way to defuse the hatred."

The fiery confession iron was hot on Feng Shizhen's mouth, causing her to tremble slightly.

"There is naturally a way to resolve hatred." Feng Shizhen tried his best to remain calm, "Let your father apologize in the newspaper, admit what he has done, surrender to the police station, and compensate the victim. If he can do it, I can share it with your family. The grievance is wiped out, and we can both start over. The question is, can he do it?"

Rong Jia was silent.

Feng Shizhen looked at him and smiled slowly.

"Jiashang, just like when you told me that you were going to break off the engagement that day, your thoughts are upright and beautiful, but you are incapable of doing it. Because you are only the eldest young master of the Rong family, not the master. Because you are with Rong The interests of the family are one, and it will not be self-mutilating for love."

"That's how you see me?" Rong Jiashang asked softly, "A cowardly and incompetent man who can only talk big?"

Feng Shizhen lowered his eyes, avoiding the man's mournful eyes, "You are just young and immature. You said some things ten years earlier. It's not the right time for us to meet."

Feng Shizhen wanted to get up. Rong Jia grabbed her hand.

"I'm still saying that! Give me some time!" He looked at her eagerly, "I said I won't let you down, so I'll never break my promise."

Feng Shizhen didn't really believe what Rong Jiashang said. A wolf that has just come of age is not yet strong enough to challenge the alpha wolf who has been in charge of the wolf pack for decades. But Feng Shizhen's task is to use all means to instigate the young wolves to challenge and fight, hoping that they will lose both.

"That's what I said." Feng Shizhen said, "I never wait deliberately. Besides, the matter of Wen Chunli is different from the matter between the two of us. I will find a way to take revenge myself!"

"Shizhen, don't mess around!" Rong Jiashang said solemnly, "You don't understand my father. He is far more ruthless than he looks!"

"I'm more ruthless than I look!" Feng Shizhen broke free from Rong Jia's hand coldly and walked away.

Rong Jiashang sat alone in the cafe for a long time, countless thoughts flew in his mind, and he was killed one by one.

Feng Shizhen said he was incompetent, but in fact Rong Jiashang felt that if he could be ruthless, there was nothing he couldn't do. It's just that his surname is Rong after all, and the idea of ​​preserving the Rong family is deeply embedded in his subconscious. No matter how unbearable Rong Dingkun was, he was still his father after all, and he always had to take care of the aftermath for him.

He hesitated repeatedly, just because he wanted to find a two-way solution, which could not only let Feng Shizhen let go of his hatred, but also not hurt the Rong family. Love and righteousness, he wants to have both.

Thinking of this, Rong Jiashang not only laughed at himself.

He is so naive and greedy. What is the solution to the enmity of life and death?

So it's no wonder that Feng Shizhen never believed him.

After breaking up with Rong Jia, Feng Shizhen was a little out of spirit at home for two days in a row.

Said to be revenge, in fact, revenge has already begun. When she was at Rong's house, she was comfortable entering and leaving Rong Dingkun's small study and returning to her own room. The locked cabinets in the small study room were also pried with her patience, and all the useful and useless materials were stolen.

Meng Xian has his own arrangements for doing things, and there are not many soldiers with information. He must be preparing to deal a fatal blow to the Rong family. Now the political situation is also a bit better. The Northern Expedition has been going on for so long, and it seems that it will not stop at the end of the year. The Rong family's arms are selling like a raging fire, and they can eat a fat year by relying on this battle. How could Meng Xian let the Rong family continue to make money? Feng Shizhen estimates that he should have a move before the end of the year.

The late autumn was cloudy and rainy, and Feng Shizhen stayed at home without leaving home. Looking at the rain and falling leaves outside the window, she couldn't help but think of Rong Jiashang, the way he was pulling her to beg in the coffee shop that day, and her heart felt dull and uncomfortable.

In fact, Feng Shizhen has become more and more unable to distinguish whether his performance towards Rong Jia is true or false. Those instigation, those stimulations, are true; those calm admiration, those reluctant entanglements are also true. I don't know if she is too deeply involved in the play, or if she has already played tricks into life.

Think cruel. Rong Jiashang was only twenty years old. When she was so old, she was studying in the university carefree, calling friends and friends, waiting for the scenery, chatting with her classmates, solving problems with cards, or listening to her brothers and sisters pointing the clock. arbitrarily. Rong Jiashang is from a wealthy and wealthy family. If it wasn't for such a father, and she was so disturbed by her, life would only be more dashing.

Now Rong Jiashang is detained in the Rong Family Chamber of Commerce, and he is mediocrely calculating business all day long, but the business is not open and aboveboard. He sells big cigarettes in the south and arms in the north. In his spare time, he has to run back and forth for him. Unreliable dad cleans up the mess. If you like a woman, this woman doesn't have any good intentions. She just hangs him and will not return the same feelings to him in the future...

Feng Shizhen thought of this, sighed deeply, curled up in the chair, and hugged his knees.

That is a boy who loves the blue sky and longs to fly. But she watched as he was bound with shackles and his wings were dragged all the way into the abyss. Instead of trying to rescue him, she kicked him a few times.

But he didn't know, he was still full of guilt for her, his eyes were so clear and sad.

This is really a beautiful and amorous fish, drenched in blood by the hook, but still staring at the fisherman. Feng Shizhen was cursed and dragged into the water by him step by step.

Love spread like a lake, almost drowning Feng Shizhen.

"Shizhen!" Feng Shixun called loudly and walked into the house.

It was already dark, but Feng Shizhen's room did not turn on the lights. He sat in front of the window blindly in the dark, and looked back at him blankly.

"What's the matter?" Feng Shixun noticed something was wrong and turned on the light, "What's wrong with being alone?"

Feng Shizhen smiled and said, "Is it appropriate to be in a daze with a group of people if you are not alone?"

"You'll be able to argue." Feng Shixun rubbed the girl's head and looked back vigilantly outside the door.

Mrs. Feng was busy in the kitchen, and Mr. Feng was listening to the storytelling on the radio. Feng Shixun closed the door gently and handed Feng Shizhen a stack of newspapers in his hand.

"Have you read today's newspaper?"

Feng Shizhen didn't go out lazily for the past two days, so he naturally read the newspaper. She took out a sheet and spread it out, and saw that the headline of the second edition was printed in bold black font: "Rong Dingkun's acquisition could not set fire to the street, and he sold it at a low price after hearing the fire in Chunli."

Feng Shizhen stood up abruptly, and the newspapers on his knees were scattered all over the floor.

"This..." She didn't know what to say for a while.

"Today's newspapers are all talking about this." Feng Shixun picked up the other newspapers and pointed them to Feng Shizhen one by one, "Shenbao, Jingbao, News, not to mention a bunch of tabloids, even "Zilin" The Western News gave an English headline. Shizhen, who do you think did this?"

Feng Shizhen was speechless.

She and Feng Shixun had considered before that, even if Rong Dingkun could not plead guilty, at least she had to expose Wen Chunli's incident, and she had contacted several newspapers privately. Feng Shizhen has an investigation report in his hand, so he may not be able to write a few news articles about it. However, as soon as the other party heard that Rong Dingkun was targeted, he hurriedly rejected it, but in the end no one dared to accept it.

After Feng Shixun was frustrated, he also put out his heart to criticize Rong Dingkun through the media, and turned to other ways. Unexpectedly, the newspapers all over Shanghai today suddenly made a sound and even exposed this matter.

"You read the news content, and you're right. Obviously someone who knew the inside story provided the information!" Feng Shixun said excitedly, "You usually have more contact with the Rong family. Who do you think it might be?"

Feng Shizhen is also thinking hard.

The first thing she thought of was Meng Xian. But it was denied again. Meng Xu'an has a clear purpose in everything he does, and asks for a safe benefit. Announcing what happened in Wen Chunli can discredit Rong Dingkun and make the Rong family's stock fall. But if Meng Xian wants to do this, he will definitely cooperate with other actions, and try to kill Rong Dingkun in one go. And if he launches a full-scale attack, he will not fail to inform himself. Besides, it's too early, the timing is not right.

If it wasn't for Meng Xian, then Rong Dingkun had too many enemies. For example, Yang Xiucheng was only given a green hat by Rong Dingkun, and he fell out of favor in the company. Yang Xiucheng also participated in the matter of burning Wenchunli. He secretly broke the news, and it was reasonable.

However, the words "Rong Dingkun's confidant Yang" were also mentioned in these news, and he bluntly said that he made plans to make Wen Chunli's neighborhood suffer this disaster. If it was Yang Xiucheng who leaked the secret, why would he confess himself so intuitively?

Besides, Feng Shizhen felt that Yang Xiucheng was very scheming and reserved. Even if he wanted to take revenge, he would not use this seemingly lively method, but in fact it would not cause much harm.

That's not Meng Xian, and it's not Yang Xiucheng, who else could it be? #####

eighty eight

Feng Shixun flipped through the newspaper and said, "I don't know how Rong Dingkun will react. Should he insist on denying it, or recognize it through gritted teeth..."

A cluster of sparks flashed in Feng Shizhen's mind.

Is it...

"What did you think of?" Feng Shixun looked at her wrong.

Feng Shizhen shook his head hurriedly, his heart beating wildly.

Rong Jia asked her how to resolve the hatred. She said that the Rong family newspapers should admit their mistakes, surrender themselves, and pay the victims twice as much.

Two days later, news of the Wenchunli massacre came out.

is it him?

Feng Shizhen put his palm on his chest and sat down slowly.

Did he really start? Her prodding and instigation worked?

"Shizhen, what did you think of?" Feng Shixun asked anxiously.

"I don't know the situation now." Feng Shizhen said, "Brother, don't worry, it's not just our family who suffered in Wen Chunli. This is the first day, and no one can understand the situation. It's better to wait patiently for a few days and see what happens next. Say it again."

Feng Shixun had no choice but to do so. He took out the newspaper to show his parents and gave them a mental preparation. Feng Shizhen sat in the room, his heart was beating fast, and cold sweat burst out from the back of his nose. After thinking for a while, she went to the canteen at the corner of the alley on the pretext of going out to take out the garbage, and made a phone call.

When Meng Xian's voice came out of the microphone, Feng Shizhen was a little surprised: "I didn't expect you to answer the phone in person."

Meng Xian said with a low smile: "After reading the newspaper, I ordered them, if you call today, just pick it up."

Feng Shizhen said in a low voice, "I'm disturbing the seventh master. It's not a big deal, but I'm just a little clueless."

"I didn't do this." Meng Xu'an smiled meaningfully, "It was the infatuated Young Master Rong of your family who killed his relatives out of love."

Feng Shizhen's back went numb for a while, he shivered, and he didn't say anything for a while.

"Shizhen, you did a good job." Meng Xu'an said, "Do you think Rong Jiashang is willing to elope with you?"

Feng Shizhen was out of breath for a while, holding the microphone, his whole body froze like a stone sculpture.

Meng Xu'an's laughter was full of interest: "Don't worry, I won't let you suffer. If you are not happy in the middle, come back to me, and I will settle you again. There are many men in the world, our smart Xiao Shi Really, there is only one."

Feng Shizhen said hoarsely, "Seventh Master is joking."

"You decide and decide for yourself." After Meng Xian finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Feng Shizhen went home in silence. The Fengs were still discussing the newspaper with their eldest son, and they didn't care about their daughter's abnormality.

Feng Shizhen slipped into the kitchen, stood blankly for a while, found a bottle of white wine for cooking, unplugged it, raised his head and took a swig. The hot liquid ran down her sensitive throat and into her stomach, and the renewed heat made her cough and her eyes were wet.

She leaned against the kitchen wall panting, listening to Mrs. Feng muttering outside the door: "It turned out to be their family's work! Shizhen has been working in their family for so long, but fortunately he has already resigned. Let the old neighborhood know!"

Mr. Feng also said: "I don't know how big this will be. I'm afraid that tabloid reporters will come to the door to dig up news and write random things."

"Of course we will be cautious." Feng Shixun said, "I have been in contact with the second brother of the Zhang family, and I will meet them tomorrow to see what the old neighbors think about it. Now the news has come out, and Rong Dingkun has again I haven't recognized it yet, and it's hard to say."

"I don't think he will recognize it." Mr. Feng snorted coldly, "If the neighbors are going to make trouble, don't come over. You are no better than them as a bachelor. We have a family, and you are still so good. A job. Rong Dingkun is powerful and powerful, it would be bad if you lose your job. Especially if your sister has worked in Rong's family. The reputation of a girl's family is even more important. "

Feng Shixun held his breath and responded reluctantly.

The family ate dinner in an awkward atmosphere and went back to their rooms to rest. The wind and clouds cleared, and the thin moonlight shone on every corner of the city equally.

In the gorgeous and exquisite house of the Rong family, the lights are bright. Rong Dingkun went to Nanjing two days ago and only returned to Shanghai this evening. The whole family was uneasy. After all, it was delayed until the meal was over. Rong Jiashang sent his stepmother and sisters back to the room, and then took out the newspaper for Rong Dingkun to read.

Rong Dingkun turned over a few newspapers with a livid face, suddenly grabbed the inkstone on the desk without saying a word, and slammed it to one side. The inkstone shattered the window glass and fell into the bushes outside the window. The voice was so clear in the silent night that even the sisters of the Rong family, who were nestled in the embroidered building, heard it and looked at each other in fright.

Rong Fanghua asked nervously, "Eldest sister, do you think what the newspaper said is true?"

Rong Fanglin didn't know how to answer. She also asked Rong Jiashang during the day. Rong Jia didn't confirm or deny it. She only asked her to take care of the younger siblings below, and don't run around for a while these days. Rong Fanglin subconsciously felt that this matter was estimated to be 70% credible, but he didn't want to admit that his own father would do such an unconscionable thing. Besides…

"Miss Feng came out of Wen Chunli." Rong Fanghua said what Rong Fanglin thought, "She said that her house was burned and her father was injured. You said, she read the newspaper, Can