City of Streamer

The flimsy, expensive cashmere scarf swayed gently. The neon lights illuminated Feng Shizhen's stubbornly closed lips, and the bright red blood on her neck.

"Father, what do you want?" Rong Jia asked in a cold sweat, "I can give you all the power, I'll pack up and get out of the house tonight. You let the world go, I disappear immediately."

Rong Dingkun sneered, "Son, you always say I'm not loving. I'll show you now how a father who truly cares about his children should deal with a woman who threatens the whole family."

"Do you think she is the only one who will threaten you?" Rong Jiashang snapped his gun at his temple, "If you kill Feng Shizhen, I will die with her. Or do you want to use this lunatic next to you as your heir?"

Meng Jiu was frightened by the blood and the sound of gunfire. She was shivering in the corner, with tears on her face, mumbling to herself.

"He heard Rong Jiashang's words and looked blankly at Rong Dingkun, "Daddy? "

"Who is your father?" Rong Dingkun said disgustedly, "I thought it was a rumor, but I didn't think it was actually a lunatic. How could Qingzhi give birth to such a monster as you?"

"This monster is your real son." Meng Xu'an walked in calmly, and looked at Rong Dingkun with a half-smile, "You're an old beast, all rotten to the root, what normal things can be born?"

Rong Jiashang, who was holding a gun to his head, couldn't help but cast a blank eye at Meng Xian, "Boss Meng, can you not cause trouble?"

"Can it be more chaotic here?" Meng Xian sneered, "Qin Shuigen, you are also very poor, and you even used tricks to hold women hostage. How does it feel to be betrayed by relatives?"

Meng Jiu followed and shouted full of grievance: "Daddy, don't you want me?"

"Get out with your crazy nephew!" Rong Dingkun hissed.

At this moment, Feng Shizhen fought back suddenly, his hand wrapped in silk scarf grabbed the blade around his neck, and the other palm shoved Rong Dingkun's bruised nose.

Rong Dingkun screamed, but still refused to let go, dragged Feng Shizhen and rolled out the window together.

The men roared in unison. Meng Xian, who was closest, flew over and grabbed Rong Dingkun's flying scarf.

All the sounds disappeared, all the colors faded.

Rong Jiashang endured the severe pain in his chest while breathing, staggered to the window, held his breath and looked down.

Rong Dingkun was restrained by the scarf and hung in the air. Feng Shizhen hugged his legs and looked up with difficulty, his eyes moist and bright.

At this moment, all the sounds and colors return. Rong Jiashang's life also came back.

Feng Shixun helped Meng Xian hurriedly drag Rong Dingkun up. The man's heavy, unconscious body fell heavily on the floor, without any response. Feng Shizhen climbed in by the window edge and was hugged by Rong Jia.

Feng Shixun pushed Rong Jia away with a cold face, and pulled Feng Shizhen to check the wound on her neck.

"I'm fine." Feng Shizhen put the veil on his wound, "Go and see Jiashang."

"He didn't even break his skin, he couldn't die!" Feng Shixun said dryly.

Rong Jiashang touched it in his arms and took out the kit Feng Shizhen gave him. The silver lock inside was almost pierced by a bullet, and the word "zhen" became a hole, but it also saved Rong Jia's life.

"You saved me again." Rong Jia said.

Feng Shizhen smiled slowly, tears pouring out of his eyes frantically.

"I..." She opened her mouth, and was immediately carried into her arms by Rong Jiashang.

Rong Jiashang kissed her hair and cheeks hard, and kissed her tearful eyes. Feng Shizhen buried his face on the man's shoulder, tears soaked in his clothes, leaving a deep spot.

Rong Jiashang slowly turned his head and looked at his father who was lying on the floor silently.

Rong Dingkun's open eyes were filled with unwillingness, his face was twisted and ferocious, and his face was filled with bruising. He looked as if he could jump up again at any moment, furious and roaring. But his eyes won't blink, his chest won't rise and fall.

No one expected that Rong Dingkun would end here easily. After all, all disputes are caused by him, and he is also the most stubborn existence, like a cancer that can't be dug away. An old **** like him always felt that he could fight three hundred more rounds with these young people, making them exhausted and helpless.

And he died so unexpectedly. A scarf easily broke his neck, and he died quickly and completely. What is left for people is happiness, fear, and a heavy sigh.

Everyone present was a little dazed, like a warm-blooded fighter suddenly losing the goal of the fight, unable to believe that the battle was over like this. Then they gradually regained their senses, accepted this reality, and breathed a sigh of relief from their hearts.

Well over.

"Daddy?" Meng Jiu fell to the ground, grabbed the scarf in despair, sniffed it, and then burst into tears.

Meng Xian squatted down and touched his nephew's hair, looked at Rong Dingkun's body, and said to Feng Shizhen, "When he strangled your father to death, did he think that he would have such a day?"

Feng Shizhen did not answer. She and Rong Jiashang hugged tightly, and neither of them spoke.

After Rong Fanghua and Wu Yunchi set sail for the country on the other side of the ocean by ship, the Rong family's obituary was published: the concubine Sun died of a serious illness, Rong Dingkun was too sad, and died of a heart attack.

Rong Dingkun's funeral was very simple. The coffin was buried in the Shanghai cemetery, and it did not enter the Rong family's ancestral tomb. The name on the tombstone is engraved with "Qin Shuigen". It was not until after his death that the man finally regained his original life.

Afterwards, Rong Jiashang issued a brief statement on the declaration, fulfilling his promise to Feng Shizhen and publicizing what his father had done for many years. The Feng family, the Meng family, one after another of old incidents surfaced.

The reporters rushed to the Rong mansion, but were told that the Rong family had moved out. The former prosperous Rong Mansion was like a fairy palace. The iron gates were locked, the curtains were low, and the courtyard was full of flowers and leaves.

Mrs. Rong took the aunt and the children to Nanjing. Rong Fanglin dropped out of the Chinese and Western Nursing School, and has gone to the United States with Rong Fanghua and his wife, and will continue to study there.

Rong Jiashang healed his fractured rib injury, went through the company trusteeship procedures, and set off for the south.

At this time, in order to avoid reporters, the Feng family returned to their hometown to worship their ancestors. Rong Jiashang stood alone on the platform, watching other couples hug and kiss goodbye in the curling steam, while he embarked on the journey alone.

Guangzhou, Dongshan Aviation Coach Institute.

The sultry heat and humidity of the rainy season in the south easily knocked down Rong Jiashang from Shanghai.

Rong Jiashang is not afraid of cold, but is afraid of heat. It's only May, and Guangzhou is already hot enough to wear vests and pants. After the military training, Young Master Rong was as hot as a dog. He squatted under the broad-leaved tree in front of the dormitory with his tongue out, and read the letter Feng Shizhen wrote to him.

The two of them now write letters twice a week and talk on the phone three times, but they still have a lot to say to each other.

Feng Shixun's opportunity to study in the United States was ruined because of his arrest last time. Fortunately, because of that incident, he was appreciated by an old medical senior and funded him to open his own clinic.

Feng Shizhen wrote in the letter: "Elder Guo likes eldest brother very much. His wife always invites my brother and sister to dinner and introduces Miss Guo to us. Miss Guo is a pediatrician who has returned from studying abroad. She is beautiful, generous and gentle. We all like her very much. ."

"Our family bought a small house. The front is my eldest brother's clinic, the back is home, and it's in the British Concession... I heard that Guangzhou is much hotter than Shanghai, so the long clothes I sent you are probably not suitable for wearing."

"I've been thinking about what I want to do in the future recently? Women still face many constraints in this society when it comes to finding jobs. Most of what they can do is to assist men, such as teaching assistants and nurses. It seems that people in the world feel that women are incompetent and inadequate. And I am limited by what I have learned, and it is difficult for me to find a position where I can show my skills. I really envy you men for being free. For example, you can fly an airplane in the blue sky every day, right? Jiashang, I am very miss you……"

Rong Jiashang's life was not as dashing as Feng Shizhen thought. He is a transfer student who came in temporarily looking for a relationship. He can't keep up with the homework of his classmates. Now he is frantically making up for it, hoping that after the autumn semester starts, his grades can pass the assessment, so that he can officially enter the school. He was under a lot of pressure and had to learn a lot. The moment he was closest to his beloved plane, he was just following the seniors to do nursing, wipe the mechanical parts, and change the oil.

Rong Jiashang has always been a little uneasy, afraid that he will lose his family business and even lose his family business. What if he is not left behind?

He couldn't have the cheek to go back to see Shizhen.

Besides, Feng Shixun didn't know what he was going to mock him, and he would firmly oppose their marriage. Even if he took a bullet for this prospective brother-in-law, it didn't change his opinion, which made Rong Jiashang wonder whether to laugh or cry.

But his Shizhen, who is pure and kind, who can always bring him comfort and encouragement, was left in Shanghai thousands of miles away by him.

Rong Jiashang knew that Shizhen also had reasons to stay with his parents. The Feng family is in ruins and needs to be resettled. Feng Shixun's clinic has just opened, and there are many sundries that need to be handled by someone he can trust. Feng Shizhen really couldn't get away.

The rainy season is over, and summer is coming. The classmates were all on vacation, and only Rong Jiashang stayed at school to make up for his homework. The electric fan was whirring, but it couldn't take away any heat. The sweltering heat in Guangzhou can really compete with Chongqing.

Rong Jia was sweating profusely, and wrote to Feng Shizhen: "I miss you in my dreams every day, and I miss you coming here, but I'm afraid you won't be able to stand this ghost weather..."

Feng Shizhen opened the letter and laughed out loud.

"A letter from Jia Shang again?" Mrs. Feng asked with a choice of dishes. "He must have endured hardship over there. The eldest young master of Jinzhiyuye, who wants nothing, goes to the military academy empty-handed. He really has the guts."

"Don't praise him." Feng Shixun said, "If you praise him too much, Shizhen can't help chasing after him."

"I'll chase after you," said Mrs. Feng. "You're a twenty-four-five-year-old girl. I can't wait to get out of the house tomorrow!"

"Mom!" Feng Shizhen shyly yelled, and ran away with the letter in his hand.

Feng Shixun shook his head and smiled, and said to his mother, "Yes, I really have to prepare a dowry."

The sweltering heat leaves, and the autumn tiger descends. Rong Jia overcame all obstacles, successfully passed the entrance exam, and became an Air Force reserve. He was in uniform, took the badge and certificate from the instructor, and gave a solemn military salute.

Shanghai at the end of August should be a little cooler sooner or later. Rong Jia flipped through the calendar and suddenly remembered that Feng Shizhen came to Rong's house this time last year.

But when did they meet? Rong Jia couldn't remember a little. He lived a messy life in those days, running out to play all day, just like a playboy. That is to say, because of his good skin and his arrogance that makes girls feel itchy, Feng Shizhen gave him more eyes, right?

Rong Jiashang looked at his bronzed skin in the mirror, and tried to make the arrogant expression of the past in front of the mirror, but he couldn't do it any more.

If Shi Zhen stood in front of him now, he still didn't know if he would be able to recognize him.

There are not many teachers and students in the aviation coaching institute. Even if the school starts, the campus will not be lively. However, most of the brothers were graduates of the Whampoa Military Academy, so they took a group of students to the Whampoa Military Academy by car on weekends and went to their freshman dance party to join in the fun.

It had rained in the evening, and the cool night wind was blowing the palm trees on the campus. The melodious melody drifted under the stars, and the young people came in pairs.

Among the group of handsome young men in military uniforms, Rong Jiashang was still the most striking one. He just stood bored on the dance floor, attracting the attention of the girls who came and went. After the two songs, there were already a group of girls around Rong Jiashang, chatting, some asked about his age, some wanted to dance with him, it was very lively.

Rong Jiashang was forced by his classmates today, and he was not interested in dancing. But the girls may have been trained in the reconnaissance department, and their kung fu is top-notch. No matter where Rong Jiashang hides, they can always find them easily.

Rong Jiashang was miserable in hiding, but the other classmates were envious.

"What are you hiding? They don't eat people." The classmate laughed. "You are also the eldest young master from Shanghai, why can't you dance?"

"I can dance," Rong Jia said, "but I don't have a suitable dance partner."

"What dance partner do you want? I'll find it for you."

Rong Jiashang shook his head and smiled, "You can't find it. She is in Shanghai."

"Still thinking about your fiancee?" The classmate disagreed. "She's not here, and she doesn't know who you dance with."

"But I know." Rong Jia said.

The classmates had nothing to do and retreated.

Seeing that a group of Women's Army had discovered Rong Jia's new stronghold again, they attacked with concentrated firepower. Rong Jiashang was so miserable that he hastily shifted his position again and fled towards the gate.

In the panic, someone suddenly reached out and gently pulled his sleeve. Rong Jiashang turned his head, unexpectedly fell into those clear and warm eyes like autumn water, and took a breath.

The woman was wearing a light white dress, her curly short hair was blown by the night wind, and her beautiful face was as bright as the moon.

She smiled slightly, her eyes flashed, and said, "Let's do a dance."

Rong Jiashang's heart slammed hard against his chest, his blood boiled, and his brain was dizzy.

Feng Shizhen held his hand and pulled him into the dance floor in full view of the crowd, as if stepping into a lake of brilliance.

"Is this a dream?" Rong Jia murmured, still in disbelief.

"What do you think?" Feng Shizhen took his hand and put it on his waist.

His arms tightened sharply, imprisoning his slender body in the crook of his arms. The two faces were so close together that the tip of the nose touched, and a kiss was about to explode.

A pair of people jumped on the beat beside them, but they stood in the middle of the dance floor hugging each other, like a standing island.

"I found a job as a teaching assistant at Sun Yat-sen University." Feng Shizhen said softly, "At the same time, I plan to study law. In this way, we can get closer. How is it, are you happy?"

Rong Jia touched her forehead and closed her eyes in intoxication.

"Seeing the gentleman—"

Feng Shizhen's eyes trembled, and he replied softly, "Yunhu doesn't like it..."

The end sound disappeared into the lips that fit together.

The splendid streamer is like color training, accompanied by romantic love songs, revolving around the embraced lover.

It is like a butterfly flapping its wings, flying gracefully into the night sky, and merging with the stars like broken glass and diamonds in the sky.

-End of the show-#####Thank you for your support over the past year.

The follow-up about Meng Xian, Hashimoto Shiori, the Rong sisters, and Shizhen's younger brother will be included in the published book.

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