City of Streamer

There is only one Feng Shizhen and only one Rong Dingkun. No matter how you go around in circles, all the evidence links the two together.

Just because he knew it, Rong Jiashang whimpered in pain, like a wounded beast, his muscles were tense and trembling, and his hands were pulling his hair hard.

His poor Shizhen! She doesn't know anything yet. And the bell of the finish line has rung. This sudden landslide and ground fissure would bury them both alive.

But he was reluctant to live. He loved her so much more than life. How could he be willing to see a trace of pain and despair in her eyes?

Can't let her know!

Rong Jiashang gritted his teeth and swayed back and forth slightly, as if an opium addict was struggling with himself.

Must hide from her. Just let him carry all the sins alone. He's a man, and that's what he's supposed to do. Shizhen fell in love with him carrying a family feud, and she has done enough. He couldn't let her bear the guilt of the possibility of **** between the two.

Rong Jia stood up and walked irritably in the living room like a caged animal.

Don't let my father know about this. Rong Dingkun might be happy to recognize Feng Shizhen, because he almost got a daughter who could marry him when he got it. But should Shizhen continue to live a poor life? She could have been a rich lady in fine clothes and food. She is the real eldest lady of the Rong family!

Rong Jiashang remembered that Rong Fanghua once said that he hoped that Feng Shizhen would be her sister. Who knew that this girl could speak a word?

It is necessary to ensure that the Rong family has a true share of the family property, and her identity cannot be published. He can't marry her...he can't marry her again.

Rong Jiashang seemed to have been punched in the stomach suddenly, and fell back on the sofa in pain, pulling her hair hard.

God knew that he wanted to marry her so much.

He wanted to watch her come to him in a pure white wedding dress, to have children with her, and to grow old with her. They quarrel over the trivial matters of life and labor for their children. He wanted to walk with her every day in the future, regardless of joy or sorrow, poverty, wealth, or disease and disaster, they would never leave until death separated them.

It turned out that he really wanted to give the world such a promise. But I don't know if I'm qualified to speak out.

Chance is a passing light in a long night. The eyes only saw that before the hand was stretched out, it had disappeared into the night.

After a long time, Rong Jia straightened up, wiped his face, sat back on the sofa, and picked up the telephone receiver.

He dialed Tang's second uncle's phone number and made two transfers before letting Tang's uncle take the call.

When Uncle Tang opened his mouth, he complained to Rong Jiashang that he was short of money, and that he couldn't give a decent gift for his old friend's birthday. Rong Jiashang interrupted his uncle's nagging impatiently and said, "I will ask the secretary to send you a check. Second uncle, my wife said that my father hid the fact that he had a first wife and children in front of him. You know this. ?"

Uncle Tang was stunned for a moment, and said embarrassedly: "Your father mentioned something when he was looking for someone to propose marriage. Your father was young at the time, good-looking, and he looked capable. Although your parents, wife and children are dead, but your grandfather I still married your mother. I didn’t think that your father’s life was too hard. Your mother gave birth to you. s position."

Rong Jia's Adam's apple slid with difficulty and asked, "Then do you know how the mother and son died?"

Uncle Tang said: "It is said that the mother and son died of illness when they returned to their father-in-law's house. You don't know that the plague was so big back then that there were still many people in Shixiang and Bali who died."

Rong Jia hung up the phone, and the frantic guilty conscience gradually calmed down.

Did the wife and child in the front house die of illness, or were they killed by rogues?

Or, Rong Dingkun felt that it was too tragic to die from a murder, and he didn't want to leave a story for others, so he lied that he died of illness?

All kinds of thoughts collided in my mind, chaotic. Rong Jiashang shook his head vigorously, picked up the photo, and struck a match. The portraits in the old photos look particularly kind and kind under the reflection of the flames. The man's eyebrows are handsome and gentle, with a loyal smile in his eyes, and he looks so kind and simple.

Did the always gloomy and ruthless father in his memory have such a pure and honest side?

The flames burned to the fingertips, causing searing pain. Rong Jiashang tensed his face and swiped the match out.

He was silent for a long time, opened one of his notepads, and clipped the photo to the back of the holster.

He should not give up until the final truth is found out. Now he just needs to cover up this inexplicable scandal.

Can the world have secrets that will be hidden forever?

Rong Jia thought to himself, if you don't try, how will you know?

At the same time, Feng Shizhen also welcomed an uninvited guest in the hotel suite.

Shiori Hashimoto was carrying a pearl handbag and was wearing a sable soft hat diagonally. A sweet smile on his face instantly solidified at the corner of his lips when he saw that the person opening the door was Feng Shizhen.

Feng Shizhen was wearing a lake blue cashmere knitted skirt and an ivory white fringed shawl, standing slim inside the door. The eyes of the two women met, Feng Shizhen's calm smile was like an ice needle, which pierced Shiori Hashimoto's eyes.

Shiori Hashimoto finally got the true biography of her biological mother. She took a deep breath and kept her smile, and said sweetly, "Sister Feng, what a coincidence. I didn't expect you to visit brother Kashang too."

"Hello, Miss Shiori." Feng Shizhen smiled calmly and slyly, "Jiashang returned to Shanghai today, which means he's back. Come in and sit down."

Shiori Hashimoto hesitated: "I'm going back to Shanghai in the afternoon, just to have lunch with Kagami. Since he's not here, I'll take my leave."

"It's a good coincidence, I'm also going out for lunch." Feng Shizhen said, "Can Miss Shiori appreciate the light and have lunch with me?"

Hashimoto Shiori had long wanted to inquire about Feng Shizhen's truth, and nodded after a little consideration.

Feng Shizhen asked Shiori Hashimoto to sit in the room, and went into the bedroom to change out of the clothes.

Shiori Hashimoto sat on the sofa in the living room, smelling the faint scent of Chanel's perfume in the air. Through the half-opened bedroom door, he could see a cheongsam in cloudy colors on the bench at the end of the bed. There is even a pair of women's cashmere gloves on the armrest of the single sofa in the living room.

This place is full of Feng Shizhen's breath, and there are traces of her everywhere. Obviously, she has been living here all this time, living with Rong Jiashang.

It took a lot of effort to drive away Du Lanxin, but it was convenient for Feng Shizhen. At first, I thought that this poor governess was just Rong Jia's pastime, but now it seems that she is clearly the master!

Hashimoto Shiori immediately regretted that she had driven Du Lanxin away too early. Du Lanxin should be kept, and the two should join forces to deal with Feng Shizhen.

Feng Shizhen put on a camel-colored woolen coat over his skirt, walked out gracefully, and went out with Hashimoto Shizhen in a friendly manner.

Shiori Hashimoto noticed that the leather shoes on Feng Shizhen's feet were the latest custom-made styles this winter. The trench coat and handbag were from Chanel, and the watch with bright jewels on her wrist was from Patek Philippe. She had seen the introduction of this ladies watch in a magazine, which cost 13,000 yuan and had to be booked in advance.

Feng Shizhen's outfit looks simple and elegant, but he can't afford it without 20,000 yuan. Thinking that she is just an ordinary female teacher, the annual salary is probably only a few hundred yuan. But because she climbed up on Rong Jia, she changed her body, and she could even pretend to be a rich lady like the real one.

Hashimoto Shiori was puzzled. What kind of special ability does Feng Shizhen have? Rong Jia is infatuated with her and will not talk about it. Meng Xu'an, who is romantic but picky, spends a lot of money on coral necklaces for her. Looking at her, although she is young and beautiful, she is not a stunning beauty, and her manner is elegant but not charming. Even in the flow of her eyes, she is still a bit tough and stubborn.

Has Rong Jia's taste changed? #####

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Shiori Hashimoto was bewildered and sat down with Feng Shizhen in the restaurant by the window by the pool. The waiter even recognized Feng Shizhen and said, "Miss Feng likes to eat the scalloped fish, which is finally available today. Mr. Rong specially instructed us to keep a copy for you. Do you have any points?"

Feng Shizhen asked Shiori Hashimoto: "What is the taboo of Miss Shiori?"

Hashimoto Shiori endured the sourness and said casually: "Except that you don't like spicy food, everything else is optional."

Feng Shizhen ordered fish, and one or two snacks and desserts. Hashimoto Shiori also ordered two dishes.

"It turns out that Miss Shiori doesn't eat spicy food." Feng Shizhen said, "I heard from Jiashang, you lived in Chongqing for a few years before, so can you be used to the food there?"

Thinking of the suffocating life in Chongqing, Hashimoto's poems were not very angry, and he secretly blamed Feng Shizhen for not opening the pot and raising it.

"I'm really not used to eating it, so it was really hard to live in Chongqing. Later, when I met Jiashang, he knew that I was not used to local food, so he often took me to a Cantonese restaurant for dinner."

Recalling the sweet past, Hashimoto Shiori showed a sincere smile. The girls' school she attended at that time was very simple, and the food was bland and meaty. The uncle's family who opened the restaurant disliked their mother and son, and they would not take care of their tastes when cooking, full of all kinds of spicy food.

When Rong Jiashang first pursued her, he liked to invite her to the Cantonese Guild Hall at the foot of the mountain for tea, drinking and laughing, and could sit for an entire afternoon.

Thinking of this, Shiori Hashimoto suddenly felt melancholy. She and Rong Jiashang still had a good past. It would be a lie to say that she hadn't been moved by Rong Jiashang. Who doesn't love such a handsome and simple boy. It's a pity that she was short-sighted back then, and even her mother didn't see that Rong Jiashang actually had such a thick background.

"Miss Shiori misses that life." Feng Shizhen smiled.

"It's not a good thing to miss." Hashimoto Shiori said, "At that time, it was not good to be surrounded by others. Let's not talk about me. Miss Feng and I have known each other for a long time, but this is the first time to sit down and chat. In a while. Where is Miss Feng now?"

"But I'm just a temporary substitute teacher in the girls' school." Feng Shizhen said, "Now I'm on a school leave before the final exam, so I have time to be lazy."

Feng Shizhen was still working, which surprised Shiori Hashimoto. However, modern women advertise themselves as independent, and women who have a job are brought out by men, and they have a little more face.

Shiori Hashimoto sneered secretly, but his mouth was full of reverence: "Miss Feng is really capable and independent, I'm really not as good as you. If I go out to find a job, let alone support myself, I'm afraid I won't even be able to earn enough money for breakfast."

Feng Shizhen smiled and said, "I have to work hard for a living. Miss Hashimoto is a golden branch and a jade leaf. How can I use such hard work like me?"

"What kind of golden branches and jade leaves." Hashimoto Shiori said modestly, "It's just a merchant's home. There are many girls in the family. I'm a concubine, and I can't rank before my father."

"I think President Hashimoto still loves you very much, and he will take you with him wherever he goes." Feng Shizhen said, "By the way, I read about your brother in the newspaper. It's a pity that he is still so young. ."

Shiori Hashimoto sighed: "Actually, the family was already mentally prepared. But they all thought that they would die in the hospital bed, but no one thought that a good auction would turn into a Shura field. Speaking of which, Feng Miss, I have always been curious, why did you think about saving Jiashang that day?"

"Because I happened to see a sniper." Feng Shizhen said calmly, "I came down from the upstairs and saw someone pointing a gun at the platform on the opposite side. I haven't seen anything else, but I always see something wrong with this posture. It was so noisy at the time that it was useless to give a warning, so I had to run over and knock people down."

"Miss Feng is also bold and courageous." Hashimoto Shiori envied Feng Shizhen's good luck from the bottom of his heart, and he could even give her such a good opportunity to buy. With the grace of saving life, Rong Jiashang couldn't be more determined to her? Even if the relationship is gone, I will still be grateful to her.

"I was impulsive at the time. Now I'm afraid when I think about it." Feng Shizhen smiled, "It's you, didn't you get hurt that day?"

"Our sisters ran fast, but they were just frightened." Hashimoto Shiori said, suddenly thinking of Rong Fanghua, and his heart sank suddenly.

After the accident, Shiori Hashimoto heard that Rong Fanghua was injured and called to offer condolences. But the housekeeper of the Rong family only said that the second miss went out of the city to recuperate, and even Rong Fanglin didn't come to answer her call. Shiori Hashimoto knew that they were blaming themselves for running away.

But what can she do? If you can't save people, if you don't run by yourself, why don't you stay and be kidnapped with Rong Fanghua?

The waiter brought the food. The two of them had their own concerns and ate quietly, without talking for a while.

After finishing the meal, Feng Shizhen sent Hashimoto Shiori away.

When the driver arrived, Shiori Hashimoto asked, "When will Miss Feng return to Shanghai?"

"This may be the case." Feng Shizhen said, "If there is a suitable job, I will probably settle down in Peiping temporarily."

"Then you and Kashang are not separated?" Hashimoto Shiori looked concerned, "Are you also assured that a man like Kashang is alone in Shanghai?"

Feng Shizhen smiled, "He also trusts that a woman like me is alone in Peiping?"

Hashimoto Shiori was speechless.

Feng Shizhen smiled, and the eldest sister stroked Shiori Hashimoto's arm lightly, "The relationship is about fate, and there is a certain number of gatherings and separations, so you can't force it."

Hashimoto Shiori sneered to himself. Feng Shizhen thought it best. The two were not together, and it was convenient for her to approach Rong Jiashang. Who told you to have a good deck and not play well. Rong Jiashang is in love with you now, and is willing to go back and forth between Peking and Shanghai for you, but he is a man with a big career to take care of, how long can he work like this for you?

At that time, Rong Jiashang changed his mind, but it was just "fate has arrived".

Feng Shizhen sent Hashimoto Shiori away, returned to the room, holding a book, and saw it all afternoon.

The snow outside the window became denser and denser, and it turned into a goose feather snow after nightfall. Rong Jiashang did not come back, nor did he call.

Feng Shizhen simply ate dinner, took a bath, and read a book by the bedside. He didn't know when he fell asleep.

It was a gentle kiss that woke her from her dream. She opened her eyes in confusion, saw the familiar tall figure under the lamp, smelled the cold air of the ice and snow on him, and couldn't help laughing lazily.

"came back?"

"Yeah." Rong Jiashang took off his coat, leaned over and hugged Feng Shizhen with the quilt into his arms, kissing her on the lips.

Feng Shizhen put his arms around Rong Jia's neck and responded to him gently and tactfully, with a contented hum from his nose. She was so engrossed in the loving kiss that she almost fell asleep, until the man's cool palms dipped into the pajamas and rubbed her smooth skin.

"Hey..." Feng Shizhen laughed softly, "Have you eaten dinner?"

"Isn't this supposed to be used?" Rong Jia took off his clothes with one hand, lowered his head to kiss her, and pressed down.

The indoor heating was fully turned on, and under the warm light, the tightly entangled body was quickly covered with a layer of fine sweat. However, the atmosphere kept rising. The initial warmth did not last long before it turned violent, then became more and more uncontrollable, and finally fell into madness.

Feng Shizhen was almost out of breath, as if a small boat was caught in a storm.

She felt that something was wrong with Rong Jia. He seemed to have a fire in his heart, desperately wanting to vent, but also worried about gains and losses, clinging to her as if he was afraid of losing. He was a little rough and domineering with eagerness, and his bright eyes were watching her from beginning to end. In the frenzy, those eyes maintained a calm, with scrutiny and thinking, watching her lover toss and turn under her, watching her red eyes seeping water stains.

Feng Shizhen was no match for Rong Jia in this matter. She was imprisoned in strong arms, rubbed to and fro by big palms, and sobbed again and again in the trembling of the peak, until she was exhausted. Before Rong Jiashang could let go of her, he fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was dawn.

Feng Shizhen found himself surrounded by two iron hoop-like arms, with a hot chest on his back. She moved a little, and Rong Jiashang moved too, turned her around and hugged her, still not letting go.

"Awake?" Feng Shizhen stroked the man's chest.

Rong Jiashang closed his eyes and hummed, and kissed her forehead sideways.

"Hashimoto Shiori came yesterday."

Rong Jia stopped his fingers rubbing his lover's shoulder and opened his eyes.

"What is she here for?"

"Looking for you." Feng Shizhen said, "then I had lunch with her and sent her away."

"Did she not mess around?" Rong Jia asked.

"How?" Feng Shizhen smiled, "She is a smart woman."

A wise woman knows that if you want to get a man, you must concentrate on the man, instead of wasting your energy on dealing with the woman next to you. Therefore, Hashimoto Shiori will not have any head-on conflict with Feng Shizhen.

Rong Jiashang hugged Feng Shizhen tighter and said, "If she comes again in the future, don't pay attention to her."

"She went back to Shanghai yesterday. I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to meet in the future." Feng Shizhen chuckled.

"Don't mention her." Rong Jia turned over, pressed Feng Shizhen again, lowered his head and kissed her neck back and forth, sliding his palms down, touching the scar on her lower back, and suddenly stopped.

"Are you... still hurting here?"

"I haven't felt it for a long time." Feng Shizhen said, "What? Does it look scary?"

"No." Rong Jia pulled off the thin quilt and looked at the scar. Twenty-one years have passed, and the scar has faded to a pale flesh color. Because Mr. Feng's suture technique was very good in those days, the healed mouth was not hideous. But this long and narrow scar almost runs through Feng Shizhen's entire lower back. Thinking of the appearance of a three-year-old girl's back, she felt terrified.

"You must have suffered a lot back then." Rong Jiashang stroked distressedly and lowered his head to kiss the scar.

"It's true, but I can't remember it." Feng Shizhen disagreed, "It's too small and has too little benefits, I don't remember the pain at all. My father was worried that I would be hemiplegia. Fortunately, God treats me well. Too bad."

"Shizhen, why did you suffer so many injuries when I didn't know it?" Rong Jiashang took Feng Shizhen back into his arms and hugged him tightly, "I wish I could have known you earlier." ### ##

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"I'm very happy now." Feng Shizhen kissed his cheek, "No one has ever made me so happy as I am now."

"But, who would hurt a child so cruelly?" Rong Jia resented.

Feng Shizhen was silent for a while. Just when Rong Jia thought she fell asleep again, he heard a cold voice from his arms: "My father."

Rong Jiashang suddenly widened his eyes.

"My biological father." Feng Shizhen added, "It is my biological father."

Rong Jiashang felt a biting chill penetrate into his body from his back, and spread to his limbs and bones along his tendons, freezing his body.

"Didn't you ask me why I wasn't keen on finding my life? That's why." Feng Shizhen said in a cold tone, "because although I don't know who my biological father is, I know what kind of man he is. My mother asked me to call his father, and he responded. When he turned around, he picked up a big knife and chopped down my mother, and he came to chop me again. The scar on the back is the gift he left for me. Oh, where is my father."

Rong Jia pressed Feng Shizhen's shoulder and looked at her in shock: "Is this true? Are you kidding me?"

"Who jokes about this kind of thing?" Feng Shizhen pushed him away, got up, put on his bathrobe, and walked towards the bathroom.

Rong Jia was stunned for a while, then jumped out of bed and chased after him.

In the sound of rushing water, Feng Shizhen stood under the shower and took a shower with his head up. Her eyes were tightly closed, her expression was indifferent, and her body exuded a cold air of rejection. She was completely different from the charming and tactful stunner last night.

Rong Jiashang felt most distressed by her coldly shutting herself up and licking her wounds alone. He couldn't help but walked over and hugged her tenderly.

Feng Shizhen didn't struggle, he fell softly in his arms, still closed. The bathroom was smoky, and the hot water was pouring down from the top of their heads, which made people feel comfortable. The previously tense atmosphere gradually eased.

"Don't be angry." Rong Jia kissed Feng Shizhen's wet forehead, "If you're not happy, I won't mention it."

"I'm not mad at you." Feng Shizhen smiled at Rong Jiashang, pulled him to sit in the bathtub, squeezed shampoo and washed his hair.

"I'm actually very grateful to you for your enthusiasm to help me find relatives. I have avoided this topic in the past because I didn't have the courage. Now that I'm already looking for relatives, I will face this matter sooner or later."

"It was really your biological father who did it?" Rong Jiashang still felt incredible.

"I hope it's not him." Feng Shizhen smiled bitterly, "I was young at the time, but my mother would never admit her husband wrong."

"But why would he do that?"

"Then I'll wait for you to find him for me and ask him himself." Feng Shizhen sneered, "After so many years, I don't know if he is still alive. Last time you said that someone went to the patrol room to find my body after the incident. Eight achievements are him. I don't know if he would kill me again if he knew I wasn't dead."

"Don't think like that!" Rong Jia grabbed Feng Shizhen's hand with his backhand, "Don't think about these things that didn't happen. Maybe your father regrets it?"

"That doesn't change the fact that he killed my mother." Feng Shizhen said coldly, "So, these days I have been thinking about a question: If I really find him, what should I do with him?"

Rong Jia was silent.

"The revenge of killing my mother must be avenged." Feng Shizhen said, "But if you want revenge, you must kill your father. Haha, filial piety and righteousness are really difficult to balance."

"Such a father..." Rong Jiashang whispered.

"Yeah. What kind of father is such a father?" Feng Shizhen took the shower and washed away the foam on Rong Jia's head, teasing, "I used to laugh at your father for being unreliable, but now it's compared to my own father. , your father is still a good father. Good or not, I really need to compare."

However, a self-deprecating joke stabbed into Rong Jiashang's chest like a sharp blade, causing his face to change dramatically.

The old photo was still in the book and kept in the file bag in the living room. The words of Secretary Chen yesterday had been entangled in Rong Jia's ears all day long. After Feng Shizhen fell asleep last night, Rong Jiashang couldn't sleep for a long time. He stared at Feng Shizhen's face for a long time and carefully under the lamp, scrutinizing every line on her outline, looking for the similarities or differences with him.

The woman he loves so much may be his half-sister. This is simply the most absurd and vicious joke that God can play on him.

And Rong Dingkun was still unconscious. Even if he woke up, Rong Jiashang didn't know if he had the courage to ask his father to verify the matter.

He understood Feng Shizhen's mentality that he didn't want to find his biological father. He also wanted to be an ostrich, bury his head in the sand and pretend he didn't know anything. Don't think about the truth of the matter, and don't think about whether Feng Shizhen will turn love into hate after knowing the truth.

Moreover, if Rong Dingkun is really Feng Shizhen's biological father, how will the matter of killing his wife and son be settled?

Do not! Rong Jiashang said to himself. It must be a misunderstanding!

He had already sent someone to bring the Qian family back to Shanghai, so that he could inquire carefully. Otherwise, just a photo and a few one-sided remarks from Secretary Chen can't explain everything.

Rong Jiashang's mind was in a mess and he was irritable. The only way to vent was to turn around and bring Feng Shizhen over, press him under him, and kiss him heavily.

After Rong Jia added his thoughts, his attachment to Feng Shizhen grew day by day, and he pestered her whenever he had the chance, for fear that she would run away while she was not careful.

He sent Feng Shizhen to work and picked him up on time after get off work. The car is no longer parked far away, but parked carelessly at the back door. Within two days, the school teachers all knew that the new substitute teacher Feng had a handsome and wealthy suitor who was envious and jealous. Feng Shizhen didn't plan to be long, and he didn't care about rumors.

The female students were fifteen or sixteen years old, the age of pursuit of romance, secretly lying at the window and looking at Rong Jia. The young man is tall and tall, as handsome as a jade tree, graceful, handsome and suave, just standing at the intersection, it is a landscape. Rong Jia's modern style is common in Shanghai, but rare in Peiping. There were not a few female students who fell in love with Rong Jia at first sight, and even more had the courage to come forward to talk to him, but they were dismissed coldly by Rong Jia. Feng Shizhen has been invigilating the exam for the past few days, but he has received a lot of sour and resentful eyes from the girls.

After the exam is over, the school is closed for vacation. Feng Shizhen was locked in the school and changed the test papers for two days, took the salary that was settled, and invited Rong Jia to watch Shang Xiaoyun's new play.

After watching the play, the two held hands and walked to the hotel along the road covered with thin snow.

"If you have time tomorrow, how about helping me move?" Feng Shizhen said, "Now that the school is on holiday, there are no people in the dormitory. I have to find another place to stay. I have a senior sister who originally shared a small apartment with a friend. The apartment, her friend got married and moved away, and I happened to pay the rent. The apartment was rented by the Women's Association exclusively for single professional women.

"Are you really planning to stay in Peiping?" Rong Jia frowned, "If it's because of Meng Xian, I can solve it. With me here, you don't have to be afraid of him."

"It's not all because of him." Feng Shizhen said, "I wanted to stay in another place for a while, but you can give me some time to think about the future and think about us."

"We?" Rong Jiashang stopped and put his lover in his arms, "What will happen to us?"

"I don't know." Feng Shizhen looked up at him, "I don't know."

Rong Jiashang kissed her cold forehead melancholy, and his sighs condensed into white mist in the air.

The street lights were dim, and the two stared at each other silently, their eyes full of sadness and tender love.

The journey from Nanjing to Peiping was a short-lived love, but also a long parting.

From the moment they kissed together, the countdown to separation had already started, and they were mentally prepared. But when the needle was about to reach the end, they felt that all the preparations were so pale.

You can never be ready for parting. You can only wait helplessly for that moment to come, and then feel the broken heart. #####

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The next day, Rong Jia pushed the matter at hand and helped Feng Shizhen move.

Said to be moving, Feng Shizhen only came to Peiping for half a month, and he had nothing but bedding and some daily necessities. Rong Jia drove a car and didn't let the bodyguards do it. He held the quilt in one hand and the sundries in the other, and went upstairs.

Feng Shizhen's senior sister had long heard that there was a handsome Xiaokai who was pursuing her junior sister, but he didn't expect to be a man who would do the strength work himself, which opened his eyes. Rong Jiashang is handsome and capable, works vigorously and resolutely, and is kind and easy-going without any airs, which is very different from ordinary Xiaokai. After decorating the house, Rong Jiashang invited senior sister to have a meal with them, and sincerely asked senior sister to take good care of Feng Shizhen.

When Zhong Zhong Rongjia got up to go to the bathroom, Senior Sister pulled Feng Shizhen and asked, "When are you getting married?"

"It's nothing." Feng Shizhen said, "His family doesn't agree with us being together."

Senior Sister can understand it when she thinks about it, but she feels very regretful, "What a good person, it's just one in a thousand. There's no such excellent clearing mark in romance novels. It's a pity."

"It's not right to be in the same household, there's no fate." Feng Shizhen was very calm.

The senior sister said no more, and left after finishing the meal.

On the way back to the hotel, the driver drove, Rong Jiashang and Feng Shizhen cuddled in the back seat, silently looking at the scenery outside the window.

The car drove all the way through the city, passed the towering gates of the Forbidden City, and passed the Taimiao Temple of Heaven. The thousand-year-old capital in the white snow looks so desolate and desolate, like a sleeping lion. The people of the world come and go under its eyes, but it does not move.

Back at the hotel, Feng Shizhen went back to his room to change his clothes. Rong Jiashang stood at the door, watching her take off her coat, the back in the sweater was thin, and the waistline was tucked into the loose clothes, making her even more slender and weak. He couldn't help but take a step forward, hugged her behind him, wrapped his soft waist, and pressed his warm lips behind her ears.

"You really don't want to go back to Shanghai with me?" Rong Jiashang pleaded, "I can't bear to leave you in Peiping. It's so cold here, I can't worry about you."

Feng Shizhen stroked the back of his hand and smiled softly, "I think you won't be cold. Don't worry about me. When the time is right, I will go back."

The phone rang suddenly, interrupting the warmth in the bedroom.

Rong Jia hugged Feng Shizhen a little tighter, and hummed very unhappily.

Feng Shizhen kissed his cheek softly, "Go pick it up. In case it's an urgent matter."

Rong Jia kissed her on the lips, and then let go of her hand and went to the living room to answer.

"Big brother," Rong Fanglin said in a strange voice, "Dad woke up just now. He asked where you were, and I said you went to Beiping to talk about things."

Rong Jia was sitting on the sofa, and felt a yin wind blowing from somewhere behind him, and a thin layer of goose bumps appeared on his skin.

"Wake up?" he asked in a deep voice, "how is the situation?"

"He's quite awake," said Rong Fanglin, "but there is no sensation below the waist. The doctor is examining him. Preliminary estimates suggest that the bullet wounded his spine."

Rong Jia was stunned for a moment and said, "I'm afraid he won't accept this."

"Nothing?" Rong Fanglin sighed, "When Dad found out, he was furious and smashed the bottle. The doctor had to ask the nurse to give him an injection to calm him down."

"What about the rest of the family?" Rong Jia glanced at the bedroom.

Rong Fanglin said: "Mom and aunties are there to accompany Dad. Fang Hua also received news that she will come back as soon as possible. Brother Yun Chi is with her."

"Where's Uncle Zhao?"

"Ah?" Rong Fanglin's tone suddenly became strange, "Why are you asking him?"

"Dad wakes up, can't he come?" Rong Jia asked rhetorically.

"Oh!" Rong Fanglin hurriedly said, "He's here too. Does eldest brother want to talk to him?"

"No." Rong Jia said, "Tell dad, I'll be back tomorrow morning."

Rong Fanglin responded and asked hesitantly, "Brother, you and Miss Feng... what will we do in the future?"

Rong Jia closed his eyes and said coldly, "It has nothing to do with you. Do me a favor and don't mention her in front of dad."

"Of course not." Rong Fanglin said.

Rong Jiashang put down the phone, wiped his face, and sat motionless on the sofa.

After a long time, he turned his head away. Feng Shizhen leaned against the bedroom door, and didn't know how long he looked at him without saying a word.

The sight of the two met across half the living room, like two silk threads tangled together. Or maybe, from the moment the two met their eyes on the dance floor, their eyes never left each other's figure.

Finally, Feng Shizhen spoke first and asked softly, "Are you going back?"

Rong Jiashang swallowed hard and said in a hoarse voice, "Yes."

Feng Shizhen's delicate face was still calm, and she asked again, "When?"

Rong Jia said, "Tomorrow."

Feng Shizhen snorted, lowered his eyebrows, and looked at the woolen carpet woven with flowers under his feet.

Rong Jiashang stared at her deeply, looking greedily at her picturesque eyebrows, moist lips, and the bridge of her nose that was said to be very similar to his own. Suddenly he remembered something extremely important.

"Let's go take some pictures."

Feng Shizhen raised his head blankly.

Rong Jiashang said, "We have never taken a photo together."

Feng Shizhen thought for a while, nodded and smiled, "Okay."

It was already night outside. In the middle of winter, the store closes very early. Rong Jiashang braved the snow to drive around several photo studios, all of which were closed. He and Feng Shizhen ran out without having dinner, cold and hungry at the moment, huddled in the car, only looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

The wind was howling outside the car window, and the snow was flying. The night is vast and chaotic, like the most primitive world that has not been chopped by Pangu. In the car, there was a slight warmth. The two snuggled together as much as possible to keep warm, like two small animals that resisted the midwinter together and waited for the arrival of spring.

"Go back?" Feng Shizhen asked.

"Look again." Rong Jiashang put Feng Shizhen's hand in his palm and sighed.

So they continued their search along the long street. It can be regarded as God's sympathy, and finally let them find a photo studio whose owner lives upstairs in the shop. For the sake of the banknotes on Rong Jia, the boss opened the door and let the two of them in.

In order to take pictures, Feng Shizhen specially changed into an ivory white cashmere knitted foreign dress, and his thick hair was pulled loosely behind his head, which was fashionable and graceful. Rong Jiashang was wearing a straight suit, with clear eyes and a handsome face. The two of them sat and stood in front of the camera without any background curtains, and they were already shining.

The spotlight flickered, and the young faces of the two, especially the hands they held together, were forever fixed on the film.

It was the first time that the owner of the photo studio saw such a beautiful and well-documented young man and woman. He refused to accept the payment, but wanted to take an extra photo and put it in the window to attract customers.

Seeing that Feng Shizhen had no objection, Rong Jia agreed. Rong Jia added another sum of money and asked the boss to develop the photos overnight and deliver them to the hotel early tomorrow morning.

Out of the photo studio, the snow has fallen more than before. Goose feather-like snowflakes fell from the dark and boundless sky. The city was so quiet that the two of them stood under the street lamps and could hear the rustling of the snow falling gently into the snowdrifts.

"Shanghai must be much warmer." Feng Shizhen said.

"Maybe." Rong Jia held her hand. "Where you're not there, it's cold or warm, what's the difference?"

Feng Shizhen snuggled into his arms. The two hugged each other tightly on the snowy street.

Feng Shi really thought that maybe, from now on, she would not dare to look at the falling snow in the night sky again.

Back in the hotel's warm suite, Rong Jiashang stood by the window, silently taking off his coat. Feng Shizhen walked over silently from behind and wrapped his arms around his waist.

Rong Jiashang took a deep breath and turned around. Feng Shizhen stood on tiptoe, as she did on the train, wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him.

Rong Jiashang kissed her back hard, hugged her in his arms, and walked into the bedroom.

The night passed quickly, and it was a long one.

The north roared outside the window all night, and the snow splashed against the windowpane. The windows held their ground, keeping the cold outside.

In the warm, hot room, lovers are lingering, sometimes frantic, sometimes gentle and tireless.

The ambiguous light from the living room that passed through the crack of the door shone on Rong Jia's back covered with fine sweat, and stretched out a graceful curve as his undulating muscle lines flowed.

They hugged tightly, wept, and chuckled at the sweet words. Parting is imminent, and there are not too many vows to say eachother, so you can only express your love for each other over and over again.

"Don't forget me." Rong Jiashang pleaded, "I love you, Shizhen. I really want to stab you in the chest."

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