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    The next day, Rong Jia went to the office to help Feng Shizhen move.

    It was said that he was moving. Feng Shizhen had only been in Peiping for half a month and had nothing except bedding and some daily necessities.  Rong Jia drove up and went upstairs without letting the bodyguards do anything. He held the quilt in one hand and the sundries in the other.

    ¡°The senior sister Feng Shizhen had long heard that a handsome young man was pursuing his junior sister, but she didn¡¯t expect that he was a man who could do hard work himself. This was an eye-opener.  Rong Jiashang is handsome and capable, vigorous and resolute in his work, and he is also kind and easy-going without any pretensions. He is very different from ordinary Xiaokai.  After decorating the house, Rong Jiashang invited his senior sister to have a meal with them and sincerely asked his senior sister to take good care of Feng Shizhen.

    When Zhong Rongjia got up and went to the bathroom, the senior sister pulled Feng Shizhen and asked, "When will you get married?"

    "It's about Wuying." Feng Shizhen said, "His family doesn't agree with us being together."

    Senior sister can understand it after thinking about it, but she feels very regretful, "What a good person. He is like one in a thousand. You can't find such an outstanding person in romance novels. What a pity."

    "It's not the right family, no fate." Feng Shizhen was very calm.

    The senior sister said nothing more and left after finishing the meal.

    On the way back to the hotel, the driver drove, and Rong Jiashang and Feng Shizhen sat cuddled in the back seat, silently looking at the scenery outside the window.

    The car drove all the way through the city, passing the towering gates of the Forbidden City and passing the Temple of Heaven in the Imperial Ancestral Temple.  The thousand-year-old city in the white snow looks so desolate and lonely, like a sleeping lion.  People come and go under its nose, but it remains unmoved.

    After returning to the hotel, Feng Shizhen went back to the room to change clothes.  Rong Jiashang stood at the door and watched her take off her coat. Her back in the sweater was slim, and her waist was tucked into the loose clothes, making her appear even more slender and frail.  He couldn't help but took a step forward, hugged her behind him, hugged her soft waist, and pressed his warm lips tightly behind her ear.

    "You really don't want to go back to Shanghai with me?" Rong Jiashang begged, "I can't bear to leave you in Peiping. It's so cold here, I can't worry about you."

    Feng Shizhen stroked the back of his hand and smiled softly, "I thought you wouldn't be cold anymore. Don't worry about me. I will go back when the time is right."

    The phone rang suddenly, interrupting the warmth in the bedroom.

    Rong Jiasheng hugged Feng Shizhen a little tighter and snorted unhappily.

    Feng Shizhen turned his face and kissed his cheek softly, "Go and pick it up. Just in case it's important."

    Rong Jia kissed her lips, then reluctantly let go and went to the living room to answer the call.

    "Brother," Rong Fanglin's somewhat strange voice came, "Dad woke up just now. He asked where you were, and I said you went to Peking to talk about something."

    Rong Jiashang was sitting on the sofa, feeling a cold wind blowing on his body somewhere behind him, and a layer of fine goose bumps appeared on his skin.

    "Are you awake?" He asked in a deep voice, "How is the situation?"

    "The brain is quite clear," Rong Fanglin said, "but there is no feeling below the waist. The doctor is examining him. Preliminary estimates are that the bullet injured his spine."

    Rong Jiashang was stunned for a moment and said, "I'm afraid he won't accept this."

    "Nothing?" Rong Fanglin sighed, "When my father found out, he was furious and smashed the sling bottle. The doctor had to ask the nurse to give him an injection to calm him down."

    "Where are the rest of the family?" Rong Jia glanced towards the bedroom.

    Rong Fanglin said: "Mom and aunts are staying with dad inside. Fang Hua also received the news and said he would rush back as soon as possible. Brother Yun Chi is accompanying her."

    "Where's Uncle Zhao?"

    "Ah?" Rong Fanglin's tone suddenly felt strange, "Why are you asking him?"

    "Dad is awake, won't he come over?" Rong Jiashang asked.

    "Oh!" Rong Fanglin said hurriedly, "He is here too. Brother, do you want to talk to him?"

    "No." Rong Jiashang said, "Tell dad that I will be back early tomorrow morning."

    Rong Fanglin agreed and asked hesitantly: "Brother, what will you and Miss Feng do in the future?"

    Rong Jiashang closed her eyes and said coldly: "This has nothing to do with you. Do me a favor and don't mention her in front of dad."

    "Of course not." Rong Fanglin said.

    Rong Jiashang put down the phone, wiped his face, and sat motionless on the sofa.

    After a long time, he turned his head.  Feng Shizhen leaned against the bedroom door, and he didn't know how long he looked at him without saying a word.

    The sight of the two people??Sweat-damp hair, "I love you too."

    Rong Jiashang smiled bitterly and kept kissing his lover's lips.

    "Then remember my words, my man. Remember everything these days. Remember, I have no intention of giving up on you so easily."

    Feng Shizhen's chest was lying on Rong Jia, listening to his heartbeat, and he said in a daze: "How could I bear to forget"

    Rong Jiashang hugged her tightly, listening to her breathing gradually getting longer, listening to the north wind outside the window, but he stayed up all night.

    The next day, before dawn, Rong Jiashang got up, washed himself, and started packing his luggage.

    Feng Shizhen rubbed his eyes and got up, helped him organize his clothes, then dragged out the box and packed some of the items he left in the hotel.

    They did it quietly and in a tacit understanding, without much conversation.

    After cleaning up, the two sat down and had a simple breakfast.  Hot lean meat porridge, golden and crispy scallion pancakes, tender and runny eggs, sweet and fragrant purple fries, and fragrant coffee.  They ate quietly, only looking at each other from time to time and smiling softly.

    The sky outside the window is gradually getting brighter.  The heavy snow has stopped, the sky is clear and blue, and the morning sun shrouds this ancient city covered in silver like a golden tulle.

    "When spring begins," Rong Jiashang suddenly said, "When spring begins, you can fly kites."

    Feng Shizhen put down his chopsticks, and his eyes suddenly became hot.

    Who knows if the two of them will have another chance to fly a kite together in the future.

    They met at the end of summer and separated in the middle of winter.  This short-lived love affair didn't even last until spring.  In my memories, the flowers of spring and the stars of summer are always missing.

    Rong Jiashang first asked the driver to drive Feng Shizhen to the apartment.  Rong Jiashang helped her carry the box and sent her inside.

    No one has swept the snow in the alley. It is piled so thickly that when you step on it, it reaches your ankles.  Rong Jiashang was leading the way step by step, and Feng Shizhen followed in his footsteps.

    The sun shone brightly on the snow, and there was no one in the alley except them.  Rong Jiashang couldn't help but think that he and Feng Shizhen had traveled a lot together, but at the end, they inevitably parted ways.  When can they continue walking hand in hand without being separated?

    "It's a pity that all roads in the world end, and the back door of the school is right ahead.

    "Jia Shang." Feng Shizhen called.

    Rong Jiashang didn¡¯t look back and continued to walk forward with his head buried in the ground.

    "Jia Shang." Feng Shizhen called again and took Rong Jiashang's hand.

    The box fell to the ground in the snow.  Rong Jiashang turned around, his eyes were red, he was breathing rapidly, and tears rolled down his cheeks.  He looked at Feng Shizhen desperately and helplessly, his lips moving, but he couldn't say anything.

    Feng Shizhen felt so distressed that he felt as if he had been stabbed with a knife, and he was still wringing his hands.  She rushed over and hugged Rong Jiashang's face, kissing him tremblingly.

    Rong Jiashang bit her lip hard, pressed her against the wall, and kissed her with all his strength.

    There is a faint smell of blood between the lips and teeth, and there is also the salty taste of tears.

    "Don't blame me." Rong Jiashang closed his eyes and begged, and two more tears rolled down.

    Feng Shizhen wiped his face randomly and kept kissing his eyebrows, eyes, and lips.  She didn't understand why Rong Jiashang was so afraid that she would blame him.  Are you ashamed of your cowardly compromise to your family?

    "I love youI love you, Jiashang." Feng Shizhen held Rong Jiashang's face hard and looked into his eyes, "I have never blamed you."

    "Admiral Rong Jia pressed her tightly in his arms, and the strength of the hug was almost suffocating.

    "I haven't given up on you, Shizhen. Wait for me!"

    Rong Jiashang let go of Feng Shizhen, lifted the box to the door and put it down, then turned around and strode towards the car parked at the intersection.

    He kept his head lowered and did not look at Feng Shizhen again.  #####(Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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