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    Young people like Rong Jiashang always like Western style and only wear suits.  This was the first time Feng Shizhen saw him wearing a Chinese gown.  Rong Jiashang has a very good figure, with broad shoulders and a straight back. He has a scholarly and elegant look.

    Rong Jiashang was also carrying a big bag in his hand.  Feng Shizhen was startled again when he saw the half-exposed red incense candle.

    "What a coincidence." Rong Jiashang smiled bitterly.

    Feng Shizhen asked: "What day is it today?"

    "Come with me." Rong Jiashang said, "You will know in a moment."

    The two walked to the opposite side of the pool and found a sheltered place by the water.  Rongjia struck a match and lit the incense candle.  Feng Shizhen helped him insert the incense candle into the soft soil.

    Rong Jia lit the incense, waved it towards the water, and whispered: "Xindi, eldest brother is here to see you."

    It turns out that today is the death anniversary of the second young master of the Rong family who died young.

    "I was eleven years old and my second brother was eight years old. We were studying in a church primary school." Rong Jiashang lit the paper money with incense candles and whispered, "After school, my wife would always come to pick us up in person. That day  It happened that my wife was not here because of something, and there happened to be a new Western vaudeville troupe in the big world. The footman who followed us had long been bribed by outsiders and coaxed us to go out to play. I was also stupid and playful at the time, so he took me  The second brother slipped out."

    Feng Shizhen sat on a stone next to him, looking at Rong Jia, who was squatting by the water and burning money paper, and said softly: "You were only eleven years old at that time, and you had never left the house alone. You were just a child."

    The light of the fire melted, illuminating the young man's sad and calm face.

    Rong Jiashang smiled slightly: "After we were captured, we were locked up in a small, dark and cramped house. They did not beat us or scold us. They only asked me to write a ransom request letter and asked my family for 50,000 yuan."

    That was nine years ago. Fifty thousand oceans was a huge amount of money, and even the Rong family couldn't get it all at once.

    "We brothers waited for three full days," Rong Jiashang said. "The kidnappers only gave us some rice porridge. They kept us tied up for fear that we would escape. On the fourth day, we were so hungry that we were dying. My father finally came.  He took the people and broke in directly. The kidnappers took our two brothers and escaped from the secret passage. The second brother spit out the cloth in his mouth for some reason and started to cry and make a fuss. He was young and was frightened. He heard  When dad called him, he cried hysterically."

    Having said this, Feng Shizhen understood what would happen next.

    Rong Jiashang said: "The kidnappers were afraid that the secret passage would be exposed, so they covered him to death."

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

    "I was caught by another kidnapper. I watched him being strangled to death bit by bit, but I couldn't do anything. Later, my father's people came after me, and they pointed their guns at my head. It was Uncle Zhao who was good at shooting, so he shot me.  Shot in the head of the robber who held me hostage. 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. They said that the two children were too cumbersome. They wanted to kill one and take the other one away. They planned to kill the older one so that it would be easier to take the younger one with them. If the younger brother hadn't started crying in the middle, he would have died.  That one is me."

    Feng Shizhen's throat was dry and he said in a hoarse voice: "That's because the kidnapper was ruthless and ruthless. You don't deserve to die. It's not his death that took 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 next to her.  The two of them stood side by side, looking at the curling paper scraps in the firelight, and could feel the heat on their cheeks.

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

    The water surface is rippled, reflecting the light of the fire, as if it were sprinkled with golden scales.

    "You must know very well that my wife hates me very much." Rong Jiashang said, "In fact, when I was a child, my wife was very good to me. She would even read me story books and coax me to sleep. But after the death of my second brother, she  It¡¯s changed. She blamed me for the death of her second brother Actually, she was not wrong. If I hadn¡¯t sneaked out to play with my second brother, none of this would have happened."

    Feng Shizhen sighed silently and held Rong Jiashang's hand.

    After a while, Rong Jiashang held her hand heavily.  The man's palms were warm, and the dry palms wrapped around the woman's cold fingers, transferring the warmth to her hands and gradually warming them.

    The fire gradually extinguished, and the flame of the incense candle flickered and jumped alone.  The light dimmed, and the two people sitting next to each other were immersed in darkness.They were close, their breaths met, and both of them were panting rapidly.

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

    Soft lips fell on Feng Shizhen's smooth forehead, and the wet and cold skin formed a sharp contrast with the hot lips.

    They both closed their eyes and breathed deeply in the good smell emanating from each other, as if they were intoxicated.

    "Sir" Rong Jiashang murmured hoarsely, pressing his forehead intimately to hers, "Good night."

    All the oppression and warmth disappeared suddenly, and the footsteps left in a hurry.

    After a long time, Feng Shizhen opened his eyes.

    She opened the door and returned to the room.  The numbness and heat in her body was still fluctuating. She took a deep breath, as if she had finally emerged from the water, and was grateful that she survived the disaster.

    Rong Jiashang was also standing in his room, sweating profusely and barely able to suppress his manic mood.

    A flash of light suddenly appeared in the field of vision, like a lamp being lit in the long night.

    The window opposite finally lit up again.  #####(Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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