City of Streamer

someone's wife, someone's mother. "

Rong Fanghua nodded seriously.

"Even if you get married, don't give up your ideals." Rong Fanglin smiled, "We two sisters work hard together to live a wonderful life. Without being an accessory to anyone, we will naturally not be a burden to anyone."

"Okay!" Rong Fanghua reached out and hugged her sister tightly.

"Come on." Rong Fanglin touched his sister's hair, "I have to hurry up and dress you up, bride!"

The sad face swept away, Rong Fanghua showed a shy smile, and was pulled by Rong Fanglin and ran into the dressing room.

In this early morning with the sound of birds and flowers, people in the Rong Mansion woke up early, dressed carefully, and prepared to rush to a grand wedding that was destined to leave everyone with unusual memories.

Rong Jiashang was wearing a neat suit and a bow tie, while carefully looking at the thin and solemn young man in the mirror.

He was a little surprised to find that there was a faint Sichuan character pattern between his eyebrows at some point, as if it was caused by frowning too much recently. Once the shallow lines are created, they will not disappear. Although unremarkable, it also added a mature and dignified atmosphere to this young face.

Mrs. Rong was sitting in front of the dressing table, choosing jewelry to match the peony purple cheongsam, but her eyes fell on a small photo clip in the jewelry box. The young couple in the black-and-white photo had a soft smile on their faces, especially the woman, whose blurred brows and eyes were still full of newly-married happiness.

It's like an eternity. In the blink of an eye, she and Rong Dingkun have been married for almost eighteen years. The woman in the photo has become the philistine and kitsch lady in the mirror, with tired eyes and drooping corners of her mouth. Calculations and loneliness overwhelmed her once-straight back, and the disappointment and pain left her face with wrinkles that no powder could cover.

Today, her concubine is getting married. She was young and beautiful like Rong Fanghua back then, and she was full of tender and longing for marriage. The wedding day was the happiest moment in her life. It's like climbing up a high mountain, standing on the top, you look at the earth, read the magnificent scenery, and then go all the way down, falling into the dust. Since then, it's all the beauty you've seen to support you through the boring days of your life.

Mrs. Rong smiled lightly, grabbed the photo clip inlaid with pearls and crystals, and threw it to the bottom layer of the makeup box.

The aunt helped Rong Dingkun change into a new set of smoky crystal-colored longevity silk jacket, buttoning the buttons, and full of praise.

"Master is really rich and noble in this outfit today. Your weather has been much better these days than before. You really are in a good mood when you are in a happy event."

Rong Dingkun sat lazily in his wheelchair, enjoying the flattery of his old concubine. His hair was meticulously groomed, and the stubble was also shaved, leaving a loose smile on his chubby face.

"I didn't expect Fanghua to be the first girl in the family to get married." The aunt married a daughter today, and she couldn't sleep well all night with excitement. Now her eyes are red and swollen, she doesn't know how many times she cried behind her back, "Since she was born, I was worried about her marriage. She couldn't be reincarnated in the womb to be a direct daughter. Because of me, I was often ostracized and teased by those young ladies outside. Now that she can marry so well, my heart goes to the boss. The only thing left is to take good care of Ren'er and serve the master to live."

"Fanghua is a lucky child." Rong Dingkun tidied up his sleeves and looked at himself in the mirror thoughtfully, "Not every child in this family has her blessing and can jump out in time. ."

"Master, is there something wrong with the family?" The auntie was not sure.

"What could be wrong?" Rong Dingkun smiled and patted her hand, "The children all want to leave home early and fly high."

"With Master here, the children will come back no matter how far or how high they fly." The aunt helped him apply the wax, "Master, relax and recuperate, maybe this time next year, we will be able to hold our grandson. ."

Rong Dingkun chuckled twice, and a light suddenly flashed across his drowsy eyes.

Rong Fanghua's wedding is the most popular Western-style wedding among young people nowadays. She and Wu Yunchi are both believers. They hold the wedding ceremony in the church, and then go to the Licha Hotel to hold a dinner party to entertain relatives and friends.

The Rong family has declined drastically in just a few months. In order to support the scene, both the Wu family and the Rong family have invested a lot of money and manpower in this wedding, which is bound to be as luxurious and gorgeous as possible.

Throughout the day, the Rong family of the woman's house held a flowing water banquet to entertain relatives and friends from all over the world. The large round dining table filled the entire lawn, boxes of wine were brought in, the guests were laughing loudly, and the neighbors could hear it.

Rong Jiashang was willing to spend so much money to marry his sister, which surprised many people. Only Rong Jiashang knew that this grand wedding was probably the last gorgeous performance of the Rong family.

The hour hand pointed to four o'clock in the afternoon, the sun had set in the west, and the sun had painted a bright orange on the white walls.

In the new residence of the Rong family, Feng Shizhen knocked down Feng Shixun's rough hand and skillfully helped him tie his tie.

"You really have to hurry up and find me a sister-in-law. I'll leave this job to my sister-in-law in the future."

"In order to be lazy, you blame me for not getting married." Feng Shixun laughed.

Feng Shizhen squeezed his eyes narrowly, "Old and young are orderly. You are married, so I can get married."

Feng Shixun's face darkened in an instant, "You think beautifully. I don't agree with you and Rong Jia ten thousand times."

Feng Shizhen mocked: "If you really have the ability to list ten thousand reasons for me one by one, I really won't marry him."

"Really?" Feng Shixun asked.

"Of course." Feng Shizhen said disapprovingly, "If I don't marry Rong Jiashang, I can marry Qin Goudan."

Feng Shixun was stunned for a while before he remembered that he might be named Qin Goudan with a smile on his face, but his sister took advantage of this loophole. He laughed and laughed, raising his hand to rub Feng Shizhen's hair.

"I got up before dawn to get my hair done, you're going to mess it up for me, I'll work hard with you!" Feng Shizhen complained.

Feng Shixun had no choice but to settle for the next best thing, pinching his sister's nose.

"It's really a girl who doesn't stay in college."

"I don't want to leave." Feng Shizhen picked up his suit jacket. "Brothers and sisters are fate in a lifetime. Don't even try to get rid of me. Well, look, my elder brother is so handsome. Which woman would be blind and not like it?"

The siblings looked in the mirror together. Feng Shixun wore a suit and leather shoes, and his face was handsome, but his expression was melancholy, and his brows were frowning with melancholy.

"The arrested comrades." Feng Shixun suddenly whispered, "Two of them have already died last night."

Feng Shizhen was stunned for a while, sighed and took his brother's hand, resting his head on his shoulder.

"You're innocent. It's not your fault."

"I'm not complaining about myself." Feng Shixun looked at himself in the mirror, and felt that the young man's face was unfamiliar.

"I'm just thinking, how will these blood feuds be settled after all!"

Feng Shizhen said with a strong smile: "Today, let's take care of Miss Rong's wedding first. From tomorrow onwards, I'll go to the door with you and find Qin Shuigen to settle the account!"

Feng Shixun put away the anger in his eyes, patted his sister's hand with a smile, and looked at her tenderly.

"You dressed so beautifully today, remember to save a few more tunes to dance with me."

Feng Shizhen was wearing a light cyan dress, the latest style of a suit and trench coat, and a very modern white polka-dot square silk scarf tied around his neck. His short hair was meticulously groomed, and he also wore a dress. The diamond and pearl hairpin that Jia Shang gave her. She put on bright lipstick in front of the mirror, and her refreshing face suddenly added a charming and charming color, and her eyes were filled with tenderness, which attracted people's attention.

Feng Shixun couldn't help raising his hand to caress his sister's face lightly, and said in a low voice, "Maybe, it's right for you to follow Rong Jia up."

How could he be willing to suffer with him?

Feng Shizhen was a little embarrassed, and patted his brother's shoulder with a smile, "Let's go, we're going to be late."

Feng Shixun picked up a pen on the table, put it in the inner pocket of his suit, and followed Feng Shizhen out.

The wedding was held at Holy Trinity Christ Church. When the Feng brothers and sisters arrived, the well-dressed guests were entering the venue. Looking around, all the people who came and went were celebrities and dignitaries of all kinds, and they were jewels, which made the Feng brothers and sisters a little simple.

"Shizhen!" Rong Jia stood on the steps, showing his face to the Feng brothers and sisters, "Brother Feng, thank you both for coming to watch the ceremony. Come, I will lead you in."

Rong Jiashang was wearing a straight black suit, and he became more and more tall and slender. He was as tall as a pine tree. He stood with his straight legs together and stood at the door of the church, which attracted the attention of most of the guests.

Rong Jiashang is the groom's brother and best man today. He not only has to greet the guests at the door, but also has to deal with the guests, so he is very busy. The guests who could be received by him attentively and sent in in person naturally attracted the attention of others and couldn't help guessing their identities.

"The woman heard that it was Young Master Rong's girlfriend, and they all talked about getting married."

"It was his governess before."

"Tsk tsk...I don't know what kind of wrist...it looks a bit pretty..."

"Boss Rong doesn't care?"

"When Rong Jia became the head of the family, he took a back seat, and the power in his hands was long gone."

"Rong Jiashang is really nonsense, no wonder the Rong family fell into his hands in a blink of an eye..."

The Feng brothers and sisters walked into the church calmly amid buzzing discussions and countless inquiring eyes. Rong Jiashang personally took them to the front row and let them sit behind the bride's family.

The searchlight-like eyes followed all the way, full of surprise.

The old **** Rong Dingkun was sitting on the ground, aware that something was wrong, turned around, and had a face-to-face with the Feng family brothers and sisters who were seated.

"Boss Qin, congratulations." Feng Shizhen smiled brightly, and his voice was neither loud nor low, enough for Rong's family to hear, but also for others to hear.

Mrs. Rong and Mrs. Auntie looked at each other and didn't know where to start, so they asked Rong Jiashang with their eyes. However, Rong Jia turned a blind eye, threw the hot potato to Rong Dingkun, and continued to welcome the guests away.

Although Rong Dingkun had been reminded earlier, he did not expect that his son would arrange the siblings in the back seat. This arrogant provocation was like a series of punches hitting him, and in front of the full house, he couldn't even make a move. Rong Dingkun maintained his calm mask for most of the day and began to crack the cracks. It was a gaffe to let the guests see the clue, and he had to force a vague smile.

"This is..." Mrs. Rong looked at Feng Shixun and felt familiar.

"This is my brother, do you remember?" Feng Shizhen said, "He delivered the baby for Aunt Sun."

The second concubine died at an untimely time. For the wedding, the Rong family promised the Sun family many benefits, and they negotiated to wait for the wedding before the funeral.

When it came to the second concubine who "returned to her mother's home for recuperation due to illness", the expressions of Mrs. Rong and the eldest concubine also changed. They didn't know the real cause of death of the second concubine, but they could infer that she died abnormally based on Rong Jia's face on that day and the way she handled it. Since the Sun family didn't pursue it, the two of them didn't ask or think too much, but after all, they left a thorn in their hearts.

And although Rong Dingkun had no guilt about Sun's death, he had a guilty conscience. Feng Shixun's smile was as gentle and honest as before, making people feel like a spring breeze, as if he didn't know anything about what Rong Dingkun was doing behind his back.

At this time, the steward came over and asked Rong Dingkun to go to the back to prepare the bride to enter. After Rong Dingkun was pushed away, the smile disappeared from Feng Shixun's face. His cold eyes followed Rong Dingkun's back, raised his hand and pressed the position on his chest.

The pipe organ in the church rang. Rong Jia went back to the altar, dressed in his suit, and stood beside the groom Wu Yunchi.

Wu Yunchi took a deep breath nervously, sweat dripping from the tip of his nose.

Rong Jiashang patted his shoulder with a smile, and said, "The days of a handsome bachelor will end in a few minutes. Do you have anything to say to me?"

"Yes." Wu Yunchi rolled his eyes at him angrily, "You will marry a Hedong lion, and you will never be able to stand up for the rest of your life."

Rong Jia's eyes searched for the beautiful light blue figure in the crowd. The eyes of the two met in the air, their hearts were connected, and the corners of their lips raised a smile.

"As long as he truly loves, everything is worth it." Rong Jia murmured.

Wu Yunchi rolled his eyes from his numbness.

In the melodious sound of the organ, the twin girls of the Rong family, dressed as fairies, scattered petals and walked to the holy altar. They didn't know that their biological mother had passed away, they just thought she was sick and returned to their uncle's house. There is no little girl who doesn't like weddings, and she is also a beautiful flower girl. Both sisters are very happy with laughter. Only the insider saw the child's smile, and his heart couldn't help but feel sour.

A low voice of exclamation sounded, and the bridesmaid Rong Fanglin, wearing a flowing pink gauze dress, a rose wreath on her head, and flowers in her hands, walked over lightly and gracefully step by step. Turning over the New Year, she is another year older, and her facial features are becoming more and more beautiful. At this moment, she smiled brightly, with joy and shyness in her eyes, and her whole person was like a fairy in a flower, her face was shining, causing the guests present to let out a sigh of admiration.

Rong Fanglin stood at the other end of the altar and immediately saw Feng Shizhen. The two teachers and apprentice smiled at each other.

The wedding music played, and the guests got up one after another.

At the end of the aisle, Rong Dingkun came with Rong Fanghua by the footman pushing the wheelchair.

Rong Fanghua covered her face with white gauze, so she couldn't see her face clearly. Her gorgeous wedding dress was like a misty cloud, and the skirt dragged long behind her. Rong Dingkun smiled lovingly, like the most ordinary good father who married his beloved daughter. He didn't look sideways, didn't see the Meng family uncles and nephews in the crowd, ignored the Feng family brothers and sisters, took his daughter, came to the church, and handed her daughter into Wu Yunchi's hands.

The guests are seated. The pastor unfolded the Bible and began to read aloud.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the new couple, and even Feng Shizhen and Rong Jia stopped looking at each other.

Feng Shizhen looked at Rong Fanghua's back with mixed feelings, and could see that she was trembling slightly because of her nervousness. She couldn't help thinking of that unbearable rainy night, the girl's cry, and the calm analysis of her feelings, marriage and life on the phone.

This 16-year-old girl, in order to build a better future, jumped into marriage without hesitation, and married a man who sympathized with her, but did not really love her. Feng Shizhen couldn't see what her future would be like. I only hope that this always optimistic and cheerful girl can maintain her perseverance and open-mindedness, and that she can stick to her heart and face it bravely no matter the good or the bad.

"...Now, I declare that you are married."

The moment the ceremony was completed, the church bell rang, and the guests stood up to cheer and applaud.

Wu Yunchi lowered his head with a smile, put his arms around Rong Fanghua's waist, and gently placed a kiss on her petal-like lips. #####

one seventy

When I came out of the church, the sky was full of sunset outside, orange, red, blue and purple were blending and changing, like a canvas created by a new school painter. The soft wind of the mid-spring season is like a frivolous prodigal son, stirring heart throbbing and unease.

The guests drove to the Licha Hotel one after another, and a grand and luxurious dinner was waiting for them tonight.

The lanterns of the Licha Hotel are always bright and eternal, and guests with fragrant temples and shadows are flowing in and out. The peacock hall on the top floor is resplendent, and the banquet is full. The banquet was staggered, the guests chatted and laughed, and the atmosphere became more and more enthusiastic.

The Feng brothers and sisters were arranged to sit at a table with the groom's classmates. All of them are young people with progressive ideas, and there is no class gap in chatting and laughing. The Feng brothers and sisters are a few years older than them and have a little more knowledge. Feng Shixun talked about the experience of studying abroad, which quickly attracted the interest of young people.

The Rong family and the Wu family sat at the main table, and relatives and friends kept coming over to make a toast. Rong Dingkun didn't drink much, but he was in high spirits, chatting and laughing with the guests all the time. Ignoring his wheelchair, he now appears to be back to where he was before the injury. His eyes occasionally met with Feng Shizhen, and both of them tacitly looked away.

The newlyweds were accompanied by Mrs. Rong and Mrs. Wu's family, and they toasted and recognized their relatives. As the best man, Rong Jiashang was obliged to help Wu Yunchi stop the wine. When he got to the table of the Feng family brothers and sisters, his face was flushed red, and his eyes were filled with clear waves of alcohol.

Feng Shizhen felt distressed and amused at the same time, but Feng Shixun was rude. First he had a drink with the groom, filled it up again, and said to Rong Jia, "Young Master Rong calls my sister Mr., so I will lick my face and act like Young Master Rong. Uncle Master. My sister loves you and refuses to drink your wine, but Young Master Rong can't escape from Uncle Rong's wine."

Feng Shizhen laughed and laughed, and hurriedly tugged at his brother's sleeve. The others laughed, and let Rong Jia take over.

Rong Jiashang appeased Feng Shizhen with his eyes, picked up the wine and said, "Brother why are you being so polite to me, whether it's your uncle, or your brother-in-law in the future, as long as it's the wine you're offering, I'll definitely accept it as ordered, not a drop. left!"

Having said that, he raised his head and drank.

The crowd cheered loudly, applauding and laughing. Feng Shizhen glared at his brother in disbelief.

Rong Jiashang leaned over to her ear and asked, "How am I doing?"

"Go away!" Feng Shizhen pushed him away with a blushing face.

The others laughed again.

"Young Master Rong's best man is not authentic." A deep and elegant voice came, "Just thinking about being drunk and molesting female guests has robbed the newcomer of the limelight."

Everyone turned their heads and saw the well-dressed Meng Xian coming with a smile, followed by Meng Jiu in a wheelchair.

Meng Xian was always well-dressed, but Meng Jiu was dressed in Chinese style today, wearing a dark blue gown with a big back. He was young, fair-skinned, fair-skinned, with clear eyebrows, big dark eyes, and sat in a wheelchair.

"Boss Meng is late, so he has to punish himself for a drink." Rong Jia stopped pretending to be drunk, and immediately asked the servant to invite Meng's uncle and nephew to the table.

Meng Xian nodded to Feng Shizhen and took Meng Jiu away. Meng Jiu had been taught a lesson by Feng Shizhen before, and now she still remembers her, she shrank in fear when she saw her.

When the newcomers moved to the next table, Feng Shixun asked Feng Shizhen in a low voice, "Does the Meng family feel that the gift is not enough, so they sent all their sons?"

Feng Shizhen laughed and said: "Jiashang only invited Meng Xian, and he really wanted to make trouble for his father. I think Meng Xian also wanted to make trouble, so he specially picked today for their father and son to recognize each other. However, for Fanghua's sake, Jiashang would not let him The uncle and nephew made a mess in public."

Sure enough, the Meng family's uncle and nephew had only been seated here, and a steward over there walked up to Rong Dingkun's ear and whispered a few words. Rong Dingkun smiled stiffly, glanced here, and let the steward push him away from the table.

Feng Shixun watched Rong Dingkun's figure disappear behind the door with cold eyes, and said to Feng Shizhen, "I drank too much just now, and I was a little overwhelmed, so I went out for a cigarette."

Feng Shizhen nodded without thinking much.

Feng Shixun got up and buttoned his suit, and pressed his hand on his chest again, feeling the hardness of the pen. Without a word, he passed through the noisy and boiling hall, opened the door where Rong Dingkun left, and glanced back.

The band just happened to play a happy tune, and the young people got up and danced. Rong Jia turned back up, pulled Feng Shizhen up, and took him into the dance floor. Feng Shizhen was obviously very happy, with a bright smile, the diamond hairpin gleamed in the light, and the rose-like face exuded a happy brilliance.

Her suffering is over, and as long as one more small problem is solved, there will be a long period of peace and happiness.

Feng Shixun's eyes filled with passion, and the corners of his mouth could not help but bend slightly.

"Don't worry, big brother is here."

Then turned around and walked away.

At the end of the song, Feng Shizhen was panting and was hugged by Rong Jia, with clear autumn waves in his eyes. Rong Jia looked up, his heart was surging, and he lowered his head subconsciously.

"I wonder if I'll be lucky?" Meng Xu'an walked over gracefully and interrupted the kiss at the right moment.

Rong Jia glanced at him angrily, but let him out generously.

The waltz sounded, and Meng Xian pulled Feng Shizhen up.

"I have something to give back to you." Meng Xu'an said, "the longevity lock I got from your brother. Did you hear about him later?"

Feng Shizhen said with a wry smile, "No. The few hall masters in Yunnan fought with blood, and he was such a small person that he could only go back to be cannon fodder. It's just that the world is so big, and I don't know where he hid and whether he endured hardship. My brother Feng Shizhen, the only seedling of the Rong family, was finally found, but I lost it again."

Meng Xu'an wrapped his arms around her waist and patted her back lightly, "He's already so old, and he grew up in such an environment. His ability to survive is only better than you, so you don't have to worry about him. Wait for him. I figured it out clearly, you are his only relative, and he will naturally come back to you. After all, I think he must have a lot of confusion, and only you can answer it for him. "

Feng Shizhen sighed, "I hope so."

Meng Xian took out a small plain face bag from his pocket and handed it to Feng Shizhen.

"Return to the original owner."

"Thank you." Feng Shizhen said, "Speaking of which, does the seventh master have to choose today to let Jiu Shao and Qin Shuigen recognize each other?"

"Good day and auspicious day, double happiness is coming." Meng Xu'an raised his eyebrows, "How do you know that after experiencing a prodigal and unfilial son like Rong Jiashang, Boss Rong will not be a treasure for a docile and beautiful son like A Jiu?"

After that, Meng Xian sent Feng Shizhen back to his original position and bowed gracefully away.

Feng Shizhen opened the bag and poured out the silver lock.

If it was as Aunt Qian described, it was engraved with the name her biological father gave her, "Zhen". The girls of the Rong family are named after flowers and trees, and there is a wooden character in their names.

In order to remember the kindness of the Feng family, she will continue to use the name "Feng Shizhen" until her death. The name "Rong Fangzhen" was only hidden. I only hope that one day in the future, the name "Rong Jiali" can be reactivated, so that parents can find comfort in the spirit of heaven.

"Is this the longevity lock?" Rong Jiashang sat down beside Feng Shizhen, "It's a pair with the one in your hand."

"If we don't have this pair of silver locks, we don't know how to recognize each other." Feng Shizhen put the silver locks back in the bag and handed it to Rong Jia, "Give this to those who you sent out to find Awen. , let them bring him the silver lock, and tell him that no matter what kind of person he is, his sister is waiting for him to come home."

"Don't worry." Rong Jiashang put the kit into his chest pocket and patted it, "Brother-in-law, brother-in-law, one is more difficult to deal with. Speaking of brother-in-law, where did your brother hide? The glass of wine just now was doubled back!"

"He went out to smoke." Feng Shizhen smiled, "You pour him again, be careful that he goes to my parents to sue you, and you really won't be able to marry me."

"Why do you have to smoke for so long, you are clearly avoiding me with a guilty conscience." Rong Jia sneered.

"Your father is still hiding from Meng Jiu and slipped away before finishing the meal." Feng Shizhen said.

"That's not true." Rong Jia said, "I have arranged a room downstairs for the father and son to meet. Meng Jiu Shao has already gone up just now."

"Your father volunteered?" Feng Shizhen asked.

Rong Jiashang played with a ribbon on her skirt and said nonchalantly, "He never takes into account the wishes of others when he issues orders on weekdays. My son does the same thing, who can he blame? Crossing the ocean to look for your father, blood is thicker than water, how could I be so embarrassed to stop it?"

Feng Shizhen chuckled twice, and suddenly had a strange feeling. Feng Shixun is a doctor. He pays great attention to his health. He only smokes a cigarette when he is very tired. How could he stay out for so long to smoke?

"What's wrong?" Rong Jiashang was keenly aware that something was wrong with Feng Shizhen.

Feng Shizhen asked carefully, "My eldest brother... You said you arranged for your father and Meng Jiu to meet each other, where is it?"

Rong Jia snapped his fingers to call the manager and asked, "Which room is the master arranged in?"

"It's room 23 on the fourth floor." The steward said, "Dr. Feng also asked just now, and Xiao went to the front desk to confirm it."

Feng Shizhen changed color instantly, got up and said, "My eldest brother asked this for what?"

Guanshi said: "Doctor Feng said that he has something to ask the master..."

Before he could finish speaking, Feng Shizhen turned around and ran towards the entrance of the hall. Rong Jia pushed the steward aside and chased after him.

Meng Xian was dancing with a beautiful female guest in his arms, and swept his eyes to the two of them. Although he didn't know what was going on, he had intuition that there was a lot of fun, so he threw away the beautiful woman in his arms and followed.

Feng Shixun stepped down to the fourth floor along the stairs to the cheerful dance music rhythm. After leaving the hustle and bustle overhead, the subtle rustling of leather shoes stepping on the thick carpet could be clearly heard in the quiet corridor.

He quickly found room twenty-three and knocked on the door.

It was a servant from the Rong family who came to open the door. Seeing it was Feng Shixun, he showed a confused expression.

"Invite someone to come in." Rong Dingkun's low voice came from the room, "You can go out."

Feng Shixun saw off the footman, closed the door, and walked into the room.

Rong Dingkun sat on the sofa, looked up to see him, and said unexpectedly, "Is it you?"

"It's me." Feng Shixun smiled, unbuttoned his suit calmly, and sat down on the sofa opposite, "Forgive me for being uninvited, Boss Rong, I have something to say. I'm really upset if I don't ask you face-to-face."

The corner of Rong Dingkun's mouth twitched unnaturally, and said, "I know what you want to ask me. That's right, I reported Zhang Guoquan and pushed it on your head. You don't have to blame me, just blame me. Your sister. She forced me to do this. If she wants to ruin my Rong family's reputation, then I'll let her taste how it feels like my own reputation has been ruined!"

Feng Shixun listened in silence, pulling the pen from his pocket.

"So, you reported my teammates and they were arrested and persecuted to death?"

"Can the reactionary party have any good end?" Rong Dingkun asked rhetorically, "You were just lucky to be fished out of prison."

"Two names, you should know." Feng Shixun lowered his head and fiddled with the pen. "One is called Zhang Jiajie and the other is called Li Yuanming. Jiajie has only been married for three months, and there are parents and two younger brothers who are still studying at home. Yuanming. Brother Ming's daughter just turned 15 years old, and her father is seriously ill in the hospital. However, they can no longer be reunited with their families - just because of your whistleblower call."

Rong Dingkun showed disgust and sneered: "Since you want to live a good life with your family, why should you be a communist bandit? You think they deserve to die, but I think they deserve it. I know you young people, When I am impulsive, I say that I am willing to throw my head and blood for the ideal, but when I really lose my life, I am screaming for the ground, crying and calling for revenge. I don’t want to die, I just go home and stay alive. Complain about the cruelty of the opponent."

Feng Shixun looked at Rong Dingkun and couldn't help but smile.

"Shizhen told me early on that you are full of absurdities, and you are the most likely to confuse right and wrong and mess with each other. When I saw you today, you really deserved your reputation. Boss Rong - no, Boss Qin is the one. It's up to you to decide what is right and wrong in this world. Open your mouth and say, no matter what you say, as long as it is beneficial to you, you can always say the right thing, and you can say it righteously. It’s a pity that you don’t go into politics.”

The old **** Rong Dingkun said: "Dr. Feng has anything else to say. If you want to say it, say it quickly. I still have a guest to see."

Feng Shixun shook his head, "I'm the last guest you should see."

With a flick of his thumb, the cap fell off, revealing not the tip of the pen, but a scalpel!

After all, Rong Dingkun is a person who has experienced blood and rain. When Feng Shixun's murderous intent appeared, he immediately noticed it, and his whole body was tense.

"I'm a doctor, I'm not good at using guns, I only know how to use knives." Feng Shixun got up, held a pen, and walked towards Rong Dingkun, "If Boss Qin is willing to cooperate, I'll make it easier for you..."

"Dong dong!" There was a knock on the door, "Master, Young Master Meng Jiu is here."

Feng Shixun rushed behind Rong Dingkun first, and pressed the knife to the side of his neck, the ice-cold blade pressed against the accelerating beating artery.

"Let them go." Feng Shixun ordered in a low voice.

Rong Dingkun swallowed and said loudly, "I'm not feeling well, and I won't see guests."

It was quiet outside, and the boy's timid voice came: "Daddy, what's wrong with you? I'll ask eldest brother to find a doctor for you."

"No need..." Rong Dingkun's voice trembled after feeling the sting of the scalpel cutting through his skin, "I'll just sleep. You go."

Meng Jiu frowned, dazed and lost, and knocked on the door stubbornly.

"Daddy, don't you like me? Don't you want to see me?"

"Boss Rong is really lucky." Feng Shixun sarcastically said, "If the eldest son is disobedient, God will immediately send you a well-behaved son."

Rong Dingkun bit his teeth until he coughed and felt a tingling pain in his neck, and the warm liquid slowly flowed down.

"Good boy, be obedient." Rong Dingkun coaxed, "Dad has drunk too much, so lie down first. Go and talk to your elder brother."

There was no response from outside. Feng Shixun held his breath.

The next second, the door was kicked open with a bang. Rong Jia strode in and rushed in. Feng Shizhen followed closely, and when he saw the scene in the house, he gasped.

"Brother, don't mess around!"

"I didn't mess around." Feng Shixun tightened his hand, Rong Dingkun exclaimed in pain, the wound on his neck got bigger, and the blood was pouring out, "With Rong Jia here, you should not kill rats. Then Let the big brother do it for you, I don't have this taboo. The surname Qin is full of evil and deserves death. Shizhen, you are also the last person who should stop me! "

"I'm not preventing you from killing him." Feng Shizhen stamped his feet anxiously, "I'm preventing you from destroying yourself."

"He has ruined me!" Feng Shixun roared, "He ruined my reputation and killed two of my comrades in arms! He also killed your whole family! Shizhen, don't you think he deserves to die?"

"He should!" Feng Shizhen choked and shouted, "But brother, I don't want you to get your hands dirty with his blood! Those are hands that save lives, not kill people!"

Feng Shixun gritted his teeth, his face was ashen, and his eyes were hideous.

"Brother Feng, please calm down." Rong Jia took two steps forward and spoke slowly, "Tomorrow the whole country will know what my father did, even if my father reported your teammates, I will also The reporter has already written it into the report. Brother Feng, your grievance will be punished by Zhaoxue tomorrow. You kill him now, but I have to call the police to arrest you..."

"I've already called the police." Feng Shixun said coldly, "Before entering the door, I used the phone at the front desk to call the police, saying that there was someone in Room 23 on the fourth floor of the Licha Hotel who killed someone in revenge. With the efficiency of those police officers, it couldn't be too late. I can be here in twenty minutes. Rong Jia, I'm sorry to bring bad luck to your sister's wedding, but I came here today with the intention of killing this person."

"Brother, I beg you to think about your parents!" Feng Shizhen was so anxious that he was at a loss. "Qin Shuigen will have his retribution. It's not worth it to exchange your future. If you want to go to jail for this, what will your parents do?" Brother, I please!"

A sour feeling rushed to his nose, Feng Shizhen couldn't help crying as he spoke.

"My biological parents and relatives are all dead, and my younger brother doesn't recognize me. Big brother, you and your parents are the only relatives I have left. Are you going to leave me alone?"

Feng Shixun also felt a pain in his heart.

"Brother Feng, trust me." Rong Jia said sincerely after seeing that Feng Shixun had been shaken, taking two more steps. "I'm not defending my father, but even my own son, I don't think he deserves to lose your future like this. Shizhen is not easy. Please feel sorry for her and don't put more pressure and burden on her. "

Feng Shixun took a deep breath, his fingers left a few purple fingerprints on Rong Dingkun's neck, but the hand holding the knife finally slowly loosened.

He pushed Rong Dingkun into the sofa, spat on him, and walked over.

Feng Shizhen breathed a long sigh of relief, grabbed the knife in his hand immediately, and threw it at his feet.

"Ah—" Meng Jiu appeared behind the crowd at some point, staring at Feng Shixun's blood-stained hands, screaming in horror, waving his hands wildly.

When he turned his head, Rong Jia caught a little strangeness out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head quickly and saw Rong Dingkun took out a gun from the cushion behind him and opened the safety catch.

In an instant, the sound of gunfire rang out, interrupting Meng Jiu's scream.

Feng Shizhen turned around in shock, and saw that Rong Jia was standing behind Feng Shixun, facing Rong Dingkun, but his body fell down uncontrollably.

Rong Dingkun's hand holding the gun trembled violently, his eyes full of disbelief. #####

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"Jia Shang—" Feng Shizhen screamed out of control, and rushed over to hug Rong Jia Shang's fallen body.

Feng Shixun rushed towards Rong Dingkun, grabbed his hand holding the gun and smashed it to the ground. Rong Dingkun screamed in pain, the gun was shot down, and Feng Shixun grabbed it and threw it out the window. Rong Dingkun yelled, and Feng Shixun punched Rong Dingkun in the face, causing his nose to bleed.

Feng Shizhen's face was as dead as a dead man, and he held Rong Jia's hand covering his chest, his voice trembling like a leaf in the wind.

"You let me see. Jiashang, let me see..."

Rong Jiashang felt as if his chest had been smashed by a hammer, and his internal organs were in severe pain, and he couldn't breathe for a long time. Feng Shizhen knelt down in front of him with tears on his face, and touched him shiveringly, completely out of control.

"It's okay..." Rong Jia finally managed to hold back a sentence and let go of his hand. Feng Shixun calmly opened his hand and ripped off his clothes. Rong Jia's white chest was black and purple, and it was horrible to see, but there was no blood.

Everyone was stunned.

Rong Jiashang suddenly felt a darkness in his sight, raised his head, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

Before the warning could be heard, Feng Shizhen's hair was violently pulled up, and the blood-stained scalpel pressed against his neck.

"Don't come here!" Rong Dingkun roared at Feng Shixun, dragging Feng Shizhen to stagger backwards.

The two men looked at his legs in horror, cold sweat pouring out of every pore.

Miscalculated!

"When did you..." Rong Jiashang stood up struggling, clutching his chest, "Your legs..."

Rong Dingkun pulled Feng Shizhen's hair, imitating Feng Shixun's posture of holding him hostage, and even the position of the blade gesture was exactly the same.

"I can't think of it?" Rong Dingkun sneered, "Do you think you are the only one who can figure things out? You think you can control everything if you put your father under house arrest? Rong Jia, you are still too young!"

With a force on his hand, the sharp blade cut through the delicate skin on Feng Shizhen's neck, and blood gushed out instantly.

"Stop!" Rong Jiashang and Feng Shixun shouted in unison, trying to rush over.

Rong Dingkun pulled Feng Shizhen back to the window, and tugged at her hair so that half of her body was exposed out of the window. The blood trickled down the back of the neck, drop by drop down the stairs.

The cool night wind immediately poured into the house, bringing the hustle and bustle of traffic on the street outside, and it also blew Rong Dingkun's neck.