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Chapter 2 The House of Gold and Jade
The autumn sun comes out a little late, and when Rong Jiashang is awakened by his biological clock, the light blue of the night is still shrouding the earth like a gauze. A brilliant and blazing morning glow has appeared in the eastern sky. The golden light and the faint blue interweave to form a magnificent and intense picture.
Rong Jiashang got up with his hangover head shaking, changed his clothes and shoes, and went downstairs to run along the wall of Rong's yard.
This is a lifestyle habit he has developed in the military academy for more than eight years: no matter how late he went to bed the day before, he would get up on time to exercise early the next morning.
The military academy in Chongqing is not well-known, but its rules are very strict and the food is not strict. However, you can only take hot baths from October to April every year. Sometimes you go too late and there is no hot water.
Six students live in one room and sleep on hard beds without fire. When winter comes, the children huddle in bed and shiver. The winter in the mountain city is cold and humid, and the cold air is like a vine. The roots can climb along the back, and then penetrate deep into the bones, causing severe pain.
Rong Dingkun specifically warned not to take care of the eldest young master, but Huang was so happy to ignore him that the young master was missing from the family. Later, the Tang family's uncle passed by Chongqing to see his nephew. As soon as he touched the thin quilt on the bed, his eyes turned red. Then he bought a new quilt and sent it over overnight. After returning, he came to the door and pointed at Rong Dingkun's nose and scolded him. Ichiban.
The Tang family is getting worse every year. Uncle Tang is a literary scholar who only knows about economics and has no idea how to take care of the family business. Rong Dingkun has always respected literati, so this made him appreciate it. Rong Jiashang had the care of his uncle and was able to survive the difficult first few years in the military academy.
Later, when he was sixteen years old, Uncle Tang suffered from lung cancer and passed away in just two months. Rong Jia came back to attend the funeral for his uncle, and then met his father.
Rong Dingkun no longer attaches as much importance to the Huang family as he did back then, and he can definitely bring his son back from the military academy. But after meeting his son, Rong Dingkun changed his mind.
When Rong Jiashang first left home, he was just a twelve-year-old child, young and delicate, with red lips and white teeth, as beautiful as a little girl. The photo of him wearing the uniform of Xitong Elementary School is still hung as a sign in the window of the photo studio.
And the sixteen-year-old Rong Jiashang has short hair close to his scalp, slightly tanned skin, has grown a lot taller, but has an extremely thin body. The black suit is fluttering emptyly on his body, and he looks strong and sharp. Like an unsheathed dagger.
His eyes were like that of a wolf cub, staring at his father unceremoniously with wariness and hostility.
"You have resentment in your heart." Rong Dingkun said, "You should go back to the military academy and continue training for a few more years."
Rong Jia didn¡¯t argue for the first half of the sentence, just bowed and left. Behind him is the father with far-reaching vision, and the stepmother who can't hide her joy.
Rong Jia ran ten laps in one breath, stopped sweating profusely, and started doing push-ups on the grass.
The sun had risen a little higher, and the golden gauze-like morning light fell on his skin that was not covered with fine beads of sweat, as if it had smeared him with a layer of oil. The muscles on his shoulders and back were strong, and the graceful lines undulated with his movements.
After three years of separation, Rong Jiashang finally returned to the Rong family.
He retained many habits of the military academy, such as self-discipline and correct demeanor. But he also restrained his aggressive gaze and cold and unsociable temperament. Like all dandy boys, he learned to enjoy the benefits of family and avoid its constraints.
He is the eldest son, and he has inherent advantages. This is something that Huang cannot take away. Moreover, as Rong Dingkun's family business grew, the Huang family declined, and the Huang family's prestige also declined. Now, in order to fight with my concubine, they have resorted to such low-end methods as the honey trap.
Rong Jiashang snorted coldly, stood up and went to the lever to do pull-ups.
The morning light shines on the surface of the pool like a sword, and the golden scales flicker, making the surrounding flowers and plants look like a dream. In the southwest corner, there was a white shadow flickering.
Rong Jiashang jumped down from the lever and walked over to take a look curiously.
There is a row of wisteria trellises in the corner of the yard. Now that the flowering period has passed, only the green leaves remain. The sunlight passed through the leaves and turned into mottled spots of light, falling on the woman.
Feng Shizhen was wearing a snow-white kung fu suit and a pair of black cloth shoes, and was boxing in the morning light.
Rong Jiashang was secretly surprised.
This woman looks so polite, but she actually knows how to box?
?????????????????????????????????????????????????OUTOUT OUT of the blue Feng Shizhen's eyes were half-closed, he was meticulous, his steps were logical and orderly, and his eyes and hands corresponded. As she pushed her hand, Rong Jiashang vaguely felt a gust of wind coming.
?"It's okay, just read a book." Feng Shizhen said.
The cicada seemed to know that Feng Shizhen couldn't do anything about it, and it played happily on the branch without restraint. The noise stung the eardrums.
Feng Shizhen weighed the blackboard eraser and walked to the window.
"Mr. Feng?"
Feng Shizhen turned around.
The white shadow passed by the eyes, brought up a thin wind, brushed the ends of the hair, passed through the window, and flew out. The paper plane drew a graceful arc and hit the treetops. A black spot buzzed away and merged into the dazzling skylight.
The world has regained its tranquility.
Feng Shizhen looked at Rong Jiashang blankly: "Thank you thank you."
"No need." Rong Jiashang curled his lips coldly, lowered his head and continued to flip through the book in boredom.
Feng Shizhen asked for trouble, smiled, and continued to solve problems for the two girls. #####(Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com