City of Streamer - Chapter 15

Family. That day, my wife happened to be absent, and a new Western juggling troupe happened to be in the big world. The servant who followed us was bought by outsiders and coaxed us to go out to play. I was also stupid and playful at the time, so I slipped out with my second brother. “

Feng Shizhen sat on a stone next to him, looked at Rong Jia who was squatting by the water and burned money paper, and said softly, “You were only eleven years old at that time, and you didn’t go out of the house very much by yourself. You are just a child.”

The fire was melting, illuminating the sad and quiet face of the young man.

Rong Jiashang smiled lightly: “After we were arrested, we were locked in a dark and cramped small house. Instead of beating and scolding us, I only asked me to write a letter asking for a ransom, asking my family for fifty thousand oceans.”

That was nine years ago. 50,000 oceans was a huge amount, and even the Rong family couldn’t come up with it at once.

“Our brothers waited for three whole days.” Rong Jiashang said, “the kidnappers only gave us some rice porridge, and they kept us **** because they were afraid that we would escape. On the fourth day, we were dying of hunger. My father finally came. The kidnapper took the two of us and escaped from the dark passage. The second brother spit out the cloth in his mouth for some reason and started crying. He was young and was frightened. He heard When Dad called his voice, he cried hysterically.”

Having said that, Feng Shizhen understood what would happen later.

Rong Jia said: “The kidnapper was afraid that the secret passage would be exposed, so he covered him to death.”

His face was calm, his eyes were dark, and the fire was bright and dazzling, but it could not shine into his eyes.

“I was caught by another kidnapper and watched him being slapped to death a little bit, but he couldn’t do anything. Later, my father’s people chased after me, and they held guns to my head. Uncle Zhao was good at shooting. Hit the robber who held me in the head. I was rescued.”

Feng Shizhen shuddered.

Rong Jia went up to add paper money to the fire that was about to burn out and started the fire again.

“Actually, before escaping, the two kidnappers had a discussion, saying that the two children were too cumbersome to kill one and take the other away. They planned to kill the older one, and it would be more convenient to take the younger one. If the younger brother didn’t cry halfway through, he would die. That one is me.”

Feng Shizhen’s throat was dry, and he said in a hoarse voice, “That’s the ruthless kidnapper who is ruthless. You don’t deserve to die. It wasn’t his death that changed your life.”

Rong Jiashang threw the last few pieces of paper money into the fire. Feng Shizhen gave up a seat, and Rong Jiashang sat down beside her. The two stood side by side, looking at the curling and rolling confetti in the firelight, they could feel the heat on their cheeks.

A gust of wind picked up the unburned pieces of paper and flew to the pool surface, like a fluttering golden butterfly.

The surface of the water was rippling, reflecting the firelight, as if sprinkled with golden scales.

“You must know very well that my wife hates me.” Rong Jiashang said, “In fact, when I was a child, my wife was very kind to me, and even read me story books and put me to sleep. But after the second brother died, she Changed. She blamed my second brother’s death on me… In fact, she was not wrong. If I didn’t sneak out with my second brother to play, none of this would have happened.”

Feng Shizhen sighed silently and held Rong Jia’s hand.

After a while, Rong Jiashang held her hand heavily. The man’s palm was warm, and the dry palm wrapped around the woman’s cold fingers, passing the temperature over and gradually warming her hand.

The fire gradually went out, and the flames of the incense candles flickered and jumped alone. The light dimmed, and the two people who were sitting next to each other were immersed in the darkness.

“You were just a child back then… Jiashang, it was the kidnapper, not you, who hurt your brother. You are also a victim, you are just relatively lucky. The survivors are not guilty.”

The man gasped in pain in the dark, pulling Feng Shizhen’s heart like a hacksaw.

“Everyone blames me. My wife treats me like a thorn in the eye, my relatives are talking behind my back, and my father just sends me away…”

After that, it was a few years of arduous military school career, isolated from his family, growing up in loneliness, and being out of tune with his family after returning…

Feng Shizhen turned sideways and raised his hand to touch Rong Jiashang’s face. Just as his fingertips touched a little cold and wet, Rong Jia turned around and hugged her.

For a moment, Feng Shizhen could not hear the slightest sound except his own intense heartbeat.

The young man buried his face on her shoulders, wrapped his strong arms around her waist, and hugged her whole.

Feng Shizhen wanted to push the opponent’s hands away and freeze in midair, and slowly landed on Rong Jia’s broad back. Rong Jia felt it, and his arms tightened. His strength was so great, as if he was afraid that she would escape.

In such a dark night, she is also willing to temporarily put aside that ulterior mission and embrace a lonely child.

One day in the future, they are destined to stand on two sides of incompatible opposites, and they will even die. But at least at this moment, they embraced without any barriers, obtained warmth from each other, and became a precious little comfort in the dark night.

“You’re not alone, Jia Shang.” Feng Shizhen said softly, “What you lost will be all back in the future.”

Rong Jia’s hand loosened slightly, lowered his head, and smiled sullenly.

“When I first came back, I felt a lot of resentment. But gradually, I became more calm. I often think of what you taught me on the first day of class. You asked me to think about how to live in the world as a man. I am no longer a child, It’s a man. Instead of dwelling on the injustices of the past, I should look to the future. I should take my responsibility and protect this family.”

Feng Shizhen slipped his hand from the man’s back.

Yes, he was going to guard the home, and she was going to destroy it.

“Sir,” Rong Jiashang sighed in her ear, “fortunately you are still here.”

His words, like a needle, pierced into Feng Shizhen’s flesh.

The two stared at each other in the darkness, unable to see their faces, but looked into each other’s blazing eyes. The young man’s eyes were warm, like the scorching sun, which made Feng Shizhen feel an unspeakable pain.

There was a hint of coolness on his face. It was the night wind that brought the rain.

Soon, the hair-like rain threads gradually became larger and denser. There was a sizzling sound from the pile of paper with sparks left.

“It’s time for us to go back.” Rong Jiashang looked up at the dark sky.

Feng Shizhen hummed, still in a trance, unable to recover.

And their hands are still clenched, no one wants to let go.

Rong Jiashang led Feng Shizhen, walked along the water’s edge, felt the darkness, and walked slowly towards the mansion.

It was dark in the yard, only Rong Jia’s white clothes stood out slightly, and the hem of the robe was rattled by the wind. Feng Shizhen followed him quietly, letting him stay anywhere.

A gust of wind blew, and raindrops the size of beans fell.

Rong Jiashang grabbed Feng Shizhen and ran forward.

Behind him was the unbearably thick night, and in the distance ahead, was a lit porch. Feng Shizhen and Rong Jiashang held hands tightly and ran in the wind and rain, as if they had escaped from **** and headed for the light.

The two ran down the porch, panting. Rong Jia pushed open the door, the bright lights in the room made Feng Shizhen unable to open his eyes for a while. She was pulled into the house by Rong Jia, and the sound of rain behind her was blocked by the door.

“Did you get wet?” Rong Jia touched Feng Shizhen’s head and shoulders, and wiped the rain on her cheeks with his palm, “Is it cold?”

The place he touched was hot, Feng Shizhen’s breath was unsteady, his whole body trembled under his groping, and he didn’t even have the strength to push him away.

Rong Jia has been pulling her upstairs. The shuffling footsteps echoed in the silent mansion, in line with the frantic heartbeats of the two of them.

When he reached the door of his room, Feng Shizhen was turned around with a force and pressed against the door panel. She closed her eyes subconsciously.

“Sir?” Rong Jia called out in a low voice, “Sir, look at me.”

Feng Shizhen opened his eyes.

Rong Jiashang was close to her, holding her face. The strong and tall body of the man is full of oppression, and the distance is so close, the breathing is familiar, and the two are panting rapidly.

Feng Shizhen almost thought he was going to kiss himself, and he did.

The soft lips fell on Feng Shizhen’s smooth forehead, and the wet and cold skin formed a sharp contrast with the fiery lips.

They both closed their eyes and took a deep breath of the good smell emanating from each other, as if intoxicated.

“Sir…” Rong Jia murmured in a hoarse voice, pressing his forehead close to hers, “Good night.”

All the oppression and warmth disappeared suddenly, and the footsteps hurried away.

After a long time, Feng Shizhen opened his eyes.

She twisted the door and went back into the room. The numbness and heat on her body was still fluctuating, she took a deep breath, as if she had finally surfaced, rejoicing for the rest of her life.

Rong Jiashang was also standing in his room, sweating profusely, almost unable to restrain the manic mood.

A light suddenly appeared in the field of vision, as if a lamp was lit in the long night.

The opposite window finally lit up again. #####

forty five

The next day, the sky was cloudy and it was still raining.

Feng Shizhen walked into the study holding the book, and Rong Jiashang was already waiting for her inside. He was wearing a crisp white shirt and black trousers, sitting by the window and reading a book. There is no sunlight outside the window, but the young man himself has a halo, and he can catch people’s eyes at once.

“Morning sir!” Rong Jiashang closed the magazine in his hand, showing a vibrant smile, which contrasted sharply with the gloomy sky outside the window.

“Morning.” Feng Shizhen responded calmly.

“Are you okay?” Rong Jia asked, “I’m afraid you catch a cold in the rain.”

“It’s okay.” Feng Shizhen lowered his head and spread out the book.

“By the way, sir,” Rong Jiashang sat in the chair next to him, lying on the table, like a big lazy dog, looking at Feng Shizhen’s lowered face from below with his head stuck out, “the ninth of next month It’s my twentieth birthday, and there’s going to be a dance at home. Will you come?”

Feng Shizhen almost forgot about this.

The Rong family was hit hard, and there must be a lot of talk outside, and there are more good people waiting to watch the excitement. With such a good face, Rong Dingkun will definitely hold this banquet to show the world that the Rong family is still prosperous and flourishing.

“Twenty is a big day.” Feng Shizhen lowered his head and smiled, “I’m definitely going to wish you a birthday. I’m just afraid that I won’t be able to give you any decent gifts.”

“It’s good if you can come, sir.” Rong Jiashang’s tail wagged. Feng Shizhen looked up at him, and he sat up straight again, still smiling.

His smile had a powerful contagion, bright and warm, and a cruel, heartless innocence.

Feng Shizhen shook his head and drove the little ambiguous and chaotic fragments of last night out of his mind. She really doesn’t have the extra energy to care about this man now.

The steward suddenly knocked on the door, saying that Mr. Yang was here.

Yang Xiucheng carried a briefcase in his hand and wore an elegant gown, like a cashier.

Feng Shizhen packed his books and was about to leave, but was called by him.

“Miss Feng, what happened today has something to do with you.”

Feng Shizhen was confused.

Yang Xiucheng said to Rong Jiashang: “About the previous leak, Uncle Zhao has checked all those people and they are all clean. The only thing that has not been checked is this mansion. My uncle will be back in a while. Jiashang, you and us will pass through all the people in the family.”

“Are you sure?” Rong Jia’s expression softened, and there was a sharp edge in his eyes.

“It’s confirmed.” Yang Xiucheng said, “It happens that my cousin is not at home, so some things are easier to do?”

Rong Jia smiled and said, “When my wife comes back, she will definitely have a heart attack.”

“I’m just doing things for my cousin.” Yang Xiucheng was unmoved. “By the way, Miss Feng, I’m afraid I’m going to wrong you. You also need to be questioned.”

“Me?” Feng Shizhen stood up in panic.

“She doesn’t need it anymore.” Rong Jiashang said coldly, “What else does she have that we haven’t investigated clearly?”

Yang Xiucheng said patiently, “The night when Sun Shaoqing left, I haven’t asked her about many things.”

“Just ask me?” Rong Jia said with a smile on his face, “I was stalking her in the backyard, drinking and going crazy. I slapped her in the face, and most of the people in the Rong residence saw it.”

“Jia Shang!” Feng Shizhen really blushed without pretending.

Rong Jiashang turned his head and his voice softened: “Sir, that’s not what I meant. I don’t want you to be interrogated.”

“It’s just an inquiry.” Yang Xiucheng said, “If Miss Feng has nothing to do with this matter, she will naturally not be wronged.”

“Her suspicion was ruled out!”

“On that day, I only asked a few simple questions, and then there were many doubts, and I needed to ask Miss Feng again.”

“she…”

“Enough!” Feng Shizhen interrupted the dispute between the two men and said sternly, “Mr. Yang, I am willing to accept your investigation. You can ask me now.”