City of Streamer
Chapter 2: First
She took two steps back.
A strong palm supported Feng Shizhen behind his back and stabilized her. Young Master Wu stepped forward with a smile and said to his companion, "What are you running, are there wolves chasing you?"
Before he finished speaking, he saw a few flamboyant dancers who seemed to be looking for Tang Seng's spider spirits, and also like police dogs searching for fugitives. They smelled the scent and chased after them, and they surrounded the center with Feng Shizhen.
"What is Master Tang hiding? Come dance!"
That young master Tang's handsome face was tight, as cold as if he had just taken it out of the freezer.
Young Master Wu pushed him with a smile, "But if you dance, you won't lose a piece of meat. There isn't one in the pool that you like?"
"Young Master Tang is too shy!" A white Russian dancer, speaking in jerky Shanghainese, smiled tenderly as she pulled Master Tang's arm.
Young Master Tang was so smoky that he couldn't breathe because of the strong scent of perfume, and threw his hand away in disgust. The foreign girl took a step back and just stepped on the air, and fell to the ground with a coquettish cry.
This time it was a bit noisy, and many people in the ballroom looked over. The security guard watching the venue walked over with a sullen face.
"Look at your temper..." Master Wu tutted, dressed in his suit and went to send the security guard.
Young Master Tang pursed his lips and stood stiffly, his pupils appearing darker and deeper. Several dancers stood aside embarrassedly, not daring to speak again.
At this moment, the young man's sleeve was gently pulled. He turned his head and saw the young girl dressed as a student standing behind him.
The girl's smile was bright and clear, like the moon sky with dark clouds dissipating.
"Let's do a dance." Her voice was soft, like a summer night breeze blowing past her ears, instantly dispelling his resistance and nervousness. #####
Tutor Five
The trembling and slightly cold fingers touched the young man's hand. His heart trembled slightly, but he did not resist. He let the girl hold his hand, stepped forward, and was led to the center of the dance floor by her step by step.
Feng Shizhen's heart was like a toy snare drum that was fully wound up, beating a rapid rhythm. The young man's cold black eyes stared at Feng Shizhen, unable to see his emotions. The four eyes met, and a subtle atmosphere spread in the silence of the two, like a lingering fragrance, entangling the two.
Did it really work?
Although it was just an impulse, it really did. Perhaps it was God's blessing that she really invited this bright young man into the dance floor so easily!
As soon as the song ended, the dancers left, and the hall suddenly became much quieter. The prism ball on the top of the head rotates quietly, illuminating the entire ballroom.
The two stood silently in the middle of the dance floor, as if they were in a radiant river. Feng Shizhen stared at the handsome young man's face, his beating heart miraculously calmed down.
The music sounded, it was a beautiful and beautiful tango dance.
The young man stood motionless.
Can't dance tango?
But the young man's face was calm, and he didn't see the slightest embarrassment. He just stared at Feng Shizhen with a cold expression and said nothing.
Feng Shizhen put his hand on his arm, maintaining a stiff movement. Dancers in twos and threes walked onto the dance floor and danced beside them. The youth remained indifferent.
A sneering glance was thrown from the dancing girl who slid by. The light of the prismatic lamp ball made Feng Shizhen feel dazzling. She stood awkwardly, feeling an indescribable disappointment and embarrassment.
The courage has been used up in the invitation just now, and she no longer has the ability to pull the young man to dance this dance dominated by men.
She couldn't go on like this. She has time to go now.
Feng Shizhen gritted his teeth, his hands hung down from the young man's arms, and his feet quietly stepped back half a step.
Just opened a little distance, the young man suddenly moved. Feng Shizhen felt that a strong arm wrapped his lower back and pulled it irresistibly.
Feng Shizhen was caught off guard and bumped into the man's hard and elastic chest. A young man's peculiar vigorous and lively heat was transmitted through his close body, and a cluster of electric flowers ran through his body. Feng Shizhen's face was instantly stained with a rosy color, but fortunately it was covered by the dim yellow light.
Before he could react, he was dizzy again.
The young man held Feng Shizhen's hand deftly and forcefully, she turned and slid two steps away, and was pulled back by the powerful force. The man looked thin but powerful, Feng Shizhen took a breath again, and subconsciously grabbed the man's arm.
The young man's eyes flickered. Feng Shizhen suddenly caught a playful look in his eyes.
This guy can dance tango. Judging by the posture, he seems to be dancing very well!
A competitive spirit arises spontaneously, accompanied by a burning desire to conquer. Looking at each other, the two of them unconsciously revealed a provocative smile.
What was supposed to be a pure and romantic dance of dreams turned into a contest in the blink of an eye.
The Belarusian violinist pulled a soaring melody, and the piano sound followed, echoing each other, like two clusters of fireworks, intertwined and rushed into the night sky.
The two bodies are closely attached to each other, and the pace is the same, as if they have become one, like a pair of fish, swimming calmly on the dance floor.
Farewell to the initial jerky, Feng Shizhen found his rhythm. Their feet were dexterously crossed, and the man put his arms around her waist, and with a slight twist, she was able to slide out a few beautiful dance steps with him.
The other guests turned to look at them.
Feng Shizhen's elegant white dress and young man's white shirt were extremely conspicuous under the light, and gradually gathered most of the attention on the field.
They are like two magnets, suddenly attracting each other, hugging each other tightly, and then repulsing each other, turning to separate. A powerful force pulled between them, making it impossible to stop.
The woman's lithe figure is like an elusive cloud of smoke, surrounding and catering to it, and it will float away if you are not careful. He was in control of her, chasing her reluctantly, and pulling her back into his arms again and again.
Little Baoli returned to the dance hall with the cream box in her hand. When she saw such a scene, she was so surprised that she almost fell off the box. She suddenly found that the man standing beside her was not someone else, and she was even more frightened.
"Seventh Master, you..."
Meng Xian raised his hand and interrupted her. Standing in a dark corner, surrounded by bodyguards, he quietly looked at the eye-catching pair of men and women on the dance floor, his eyes were deep and obscure.
The young man leaned forward neatly. Feng Shizhen raised his head and lowered his waist, and was pulled up again.
The dazzling light above her head dazzled her eyes. She couldn't see anything clearly for a while, and she could only feel the violent ups and downs of the man's chest, intertwined with rapid breathing.
A cluster of current flashed sparks from Feng Shizhen's back, spreading all over his limbs, causing a shock.
The faces of the two of them were very close, the young man lowered his head, the tip of his nose almost touched her lightly, and the fresh masculine breath emanating from him filled her nose.
Feng Shizhen suddenly recalled a description he had read in an English novel: "This is the most suitable distance for kissing."
The music suddenly turned into a soothing passage. They also slowed down.
Feng Shizhen hugged the young man's back and was embraced by him. She thought the scene was amazing. In this way, she danced an intimate tango with a man who didn't even have a full name when she met for the first time.
In the rest of her life, she will do many things that she never imagined before. She is going to take revenge on a person, destroy his home, and even approach an innocent young man with malicious intent, which will break his heart.
Then this dance is regarded as her farewell to her past life.
Goodbye, all the flowers are full moon.
Goodbye, those dreamy dreams.
The luthier pressed a few heavy notes and ended the whole dance.
In this final melody, the young man turned around Feng Shizhen and made a perfect ending. Feng Shizhen's sweaty cheeks brushed against his face, causing a hot flush.
The dance ended and the crowd dispersed.
The young man let go of his hand, took a step back, panting rapidly, his white cheeks seemed to be flushed slightly. His eyes were no longer cold, and there were more broken lights, like springs illuminated by the sun.
Feng Shizhen was numb all over and his cheeks were hot, as if he had woken up from a big dream.
"Yo! Your kid actually has this skill! You can't hide it!" Master Wu came over with a smile and hooked the young man's neck, "When did you learn it, how come I don't know?"
Master Tang just smiled and still didn't speak.
A group of dancing girls saw Young Master Tang's dancing skills, and they were all excited, and they rushed forward and surrounded him. It took the two young masters a lot of work to get out of the pile of women. Master Tang was stunned for a moment, looking at the dance floor, but he didn't find the figure of the girl just now.
Feng Shizhen was sitting on the rickshaw going home. The night wind of the autumn night dries her sweat, bringing a burst of refreshing coolness.
It seemed that the melodious dance music could still be heard in my ears. She looked at the bright moon above her head, raised her hand and made a grasping gesture, put it on her chest, and smiled contentedly. #####
Tutor Six
The next day was another rainy day. Feng Shizhen went to the cram school to submit his resignation letter early in the morning, and went home to pack his luggage.
When Feng's house caught fire, Feng Shizhen was still in the dormitory of the residential school, so most of her personal belongings were still kept. In order to help the family, she later sold the dresses and cheongsams of good material to the clothing store, and she would wear a few old clothes herself. Yesterday I went to Rong's house for an interview. In order to leave a unique impression on Mrs. Rong, she put on the only remaining foreign silk cheongsam made in the old year.
While helping her daughter clean up, Mrs. Feng sighed, "You should leave some money for yourself to make some clothes from your past income. When your elder brother comes back, you don't have to work so hard."
Feng Shizhen naturally wouldn't tell his mother the reasons why he entered Rong's house. She said: "The Rong family wants to make clothes for the governess, so why should I spend more money?"
She turned to the desk, wrote a revelation about the rental of Jiwu, and posted it at the gate of the courtyard. After lunch, someone came to rent a house.
It was a burly man named Ma Dagui who claimed to be a porter in a tobacco company. His eyes are fierce, but his actions are generous, and he doesn't dislike the crampedness of this room, so he paid half a year's rent in one go. Mrs. Feng was a little afraid of this man, but for the sake of money, she had to accept it and let him move in again tomorrow.
Feng Shizhen sent the tenant out. When there was no one around, Feng Shizhen said to him in a low voice, "Thank you Qiye and eldest brother, I will trouble you in the future."
Ma Dagui pinched the brim of the cap with his yellow-smoked fingers, "Seventh Master ordered it, so don't worry, Miss Feng."
Ma Dagui entered the village like a black bear, and swaggered across the yard, revealing the holster of the shuttle gun under the hem of his upturned clothes. The aunts who took the soles of their shoes in the courtyard were so frightened that their faces turned white, and a group of half-aged young people who used to love smoking at the door also voluntarily dispersed.
Feng Shizhen felt very at ease, and was grateful to Meng Xian for his reliable work.
After the night fell, the rain stopped, and the moonlight from the window entered the house, making a lattice on the floor. Feng Shizhen washed his head, wiped his hair, and stood barefoot in the light grid, the melodious melody faintly sounded in his ears.
Feng Shizhen was stunned for a moment, then lowered his hand and listened. The music came and went, like a hallucination, tempting and calling, making her heartstrings resonate.
The towel was draped on the back of the chair. Feng Shizhen raised his hand gently, hugged his invisible shoulder, slowly raised his foot, and took the first step.
The dance music gradually became clearer.
She closed her eyes, with a slight and gentle smile on the corners of her mouth, sliding, crossing, spinning with the rhythm...
The moonlight, as soft as a veil, enveloped her and brought her into a dreamlike state.
The moment she turned around and returned to her position, an arm wrapped around her waist, and her firm and warm body pressed against her.
Feng Shizhen opened his eyes in a daze, his chest was agitated, and his breathing was chaotic.
The young man in white clothes wins snow, with picturesque eyes, staring down at her, pursing his lips without saying a word. A faint scent of green bamboo radiated from the man's body, soaking Feng Shizhen's heart.
They stood on the radiant dance floor again, and the moonlight flew around them like white training.
The two of them continued to dance the tango on the empty dance floor. The dance seemed to have no end, and they danced tirelessly. Four eyes met, silent, as if forgotten in the long river of time.
The next day, Feng Shizhen was awakened by the warm sunshine on his face. She felt a little sore in her arms and arms, as if she had really danced all night.
The Rong family is located in a lane on Gongguan Road in the French Concession. The neighbors are all Western-style houses, and the neighbors are either rich or expensive. Rong's house is located at the end of the lilong, and the garden is very large, occupying almost half of the street.
Feng Shizhen asked the driver to park the car in front of the side door where she came in last time. The servant had already been instructed to carry her luggage to her room, while she went to see Mrs. Rong in the mansion first.
Mrs. Rong is playing mahjong with three guest wives. As soon as they heard that the newly invited female teacher for the eldest young master came to the door, the wives were in a good mood, and they got up and washed their hands together by Hu Pai, and were not in a hurry to go back.
Feng Shizhen walked into the living room behind an aunt who was carrying a fruit plate, stood at the foot of the carpet, and greeted Mrs. Rong respectfully. The wives' eyes were like searchlights used by the police, scanning Feng Shizhen from head to toe.
Feng Shizhen is wearing a long cheongsam of Yindanshilin today, which is very simple. This robe is very inconspicuous, but when she is wearing it, it still shows a bit of slenderness. Her facial features are bright and airy, she is refreshed, black hair and thick temples, long eyebrows and almond eyes, there is a kind of youthful beauty without carving.
The eldest wife said with a smile: "A girl with good spirits. I heard that she is still a top student. Where did you find it, Shujun?"
Mrs. Rong said proudly: "The entrusted people all over Shanghai to find more than ten candidates, but she is the most outstanding, and she can answer all the English math questions correctly. I am afraid that she will be overkill to teach children. It is time to teach in a university. It is."
A melon-faced young woman with peach heart bangs giggled: "Such a young lady, I don't know if she can hold down your eldest young master. My brother is about the same age as him, and he will play tricks on the teacher with his classmates. "
Mrs. Rong glanced at Feng Shizhen and said, "Ms. Feng has been teaching in a cram school before. Most of the students are boys who are going to college. She has a lot of experience in teaching students."
Feng Shizhen got Mrs. Rong's hint, and also echoed: "Madam, please don't worry. As a teacher, you should convince others with virtue and knowledge, and suppress students based on age, which will only be counterproductive."
The young woman looked at Feng Shizhen with a half-smile, "Ms. Feng must not only be the first candidate for her knowledge, but also her appearance. Sister-in-law, do you think she looks a bit like the female star Lu Xingcai?"
The pearly and jade-like wife said in a soft voice, "Does it look like it? All the young girls these days are so good-looking that they can be featured on magazine covers as female stars. Just talking about that girl Fanglin, last time I saw her and Classmates go shopping in department stores. Five or six girls are all ladies, but she is the most beautiful."
This flattery is really crisp and fragrant, and it can be smelled in a radius of ten miles. Mrs. Rong was very helpful, and followed the conversation: "Speaking of which, it's time to call Fanglin and the other children to see the teacher."
An aunt came to report: "The eldest is leading a few young ladies to paint in the garden, and the young master is playing football in the backyard. The eldest young master said in the morning that he was going to the pier to send a friend to him, and he went out without breakfast."
"Jia Shang this child," Mrs. Rong said with a worried mother, "Why don't you have breakfast? But you don't like the new Sichuan cook?"
Sister Kang did not speak. Several wives also looked different.
The stepmother specially hired a Sichuan cook for him, but he didn't even tell him to go out. This young master Rong's eccentric temperament really became more and more settled. Except for the melon-faced young woman who sneered and said nothing, the other two wives comforted Mrs. Rong with great sympathy.
Mrs. Rong had done enough tricks, and then said to Feng Shizhen, who had been watching the play for a long time, "Fanglin can't put down his brushes as soon as he draws. Miss Feng might as well follow Sister Kang to the garden to find them, and by the way, get acquainted with the yard. "
Feng Shizhen showed a considerate smile, politely bid farewell to several wives, and followed Mrs. Kang. #####
Tutor Seven
When Feng Shizhen came to the interview the day before yesterday, he had already seen the magnificence and spaciousness of the Rong Mansion. Rong's garden occupies enough land to build another garden house.
There are small bridges and flowing water in the garden, not to mention exotic flowers and plants. There is an octagonal pavilion in the Ming Dynasty. It is said that Tang Xianzu wrote "Peony Pavilion" here. Rong Dingkun spent 20,000 yuan to buy the pavilion, dismantled it, shipped it to Shanghai, and asked craftsmen to reassemble it.
It's hard to tell if this is true. Rong Dingkun is now one of the wealthiest businessmen in Shanghai. He claimed that his late father was a former scholar. After the Eight-Power Allied Forces invaded, his family was in a downturn, and he made a fortune as a foreign comprador. The two wives he married were poets. Courtesy lady. He loves to make friends with literati, and is a self-proclaimed Confucian businessman. He often generously supports some literati and writers. Spending a lot of money to buy a pavilion is just for fun.
The young ladies of the Rong family painted in this octagonal pavilion.
The pavilion is close to the water, with blooming flowers, clear water and blue sky, and the scenery is as beautiful as a heavy-colored oil painting. The young ladies wore fashionable western silk shirts and skirts, and had popular short curly hair. They had different postures, but they were all beautiful and lovely. Adding a frame was a good picture of a beautiful woman.
Hearing that the tutor was coming, the eldest girl put down her brush, stood up gracefully, and asked Feng Shizhen to enter the pavilion.
"Miss Feng came just in time. We have just painted a few paintings. Please come and comment and see who painted the best."
Feng Shizhen came to teach foreign languages and mathematics, and art is not her strength.
Miss Rong, Rong Fanglin will be sixteen years old at the end of the year, and her reputation is well-deserved. She is really a beautiful girl with a slender figure, red lips and white teeth, but she speaks sternly and obviously wants to test the new teacher, which is a bit aggressive.
There are several easels in the pavilion, and a few graffiti are obviously from the hands of a few young ladies, there is nothing to comment on. The remaining one is the neatest and most realistic; the other looks scribbled, but the brushstrokes are unrestrained and the colors are rich.
Feng Shizhen swept around and pointed to the second picture: "This one is different, the painter should have been influenced by the Impressionist painting method, the use of color is very bold, and the light and shadow are well captured. In addition, this one Deputy, skilled and solid. If you are painting traditional Chinese painting, it should be more suitable than painting Western watercolors. If you only talk about watercolors, it should be the previous painting. If you are talking about painting skills, the two painters should be between Zhongbo. "
After saying this, several young ladies looked different.
Miss Rong San smiled and clapped her hands, "Second sister is indeed able to draw beautiful flowers and birds with fine brushwork. Eldest sister is learning oil painting from a court painter in Belarus. Miss Feng is really amazing!"
Feng Shizhen smiled, "Actually, I'm a science student, and I don't know how to draw. I laughed."
There was a satisfied smile on Rong Fanglin's mouth, and his tone was much more cordial than before, "Miss Feng is too modest. I heard that you are very good in English and French, and I will ask for more advice in the future."
Miss Rong Er is fifteen years old. She was born by a dowry aunt and wife, and she is also beautiful, but her skin is slightly dark, not as cute as her sister's snow white.
Rong Fanghua originally thought that her watercolor paintings were lifelike, far better than the smudges of the eldest sister, but unexpectedly this new female gentleman praised Rong Fanglin as an impressionist. But then Feng Shizhen pointed out her best meticulous brushwork, saying that their artistic attainments are generally good. She was so surprised, she stayed for a while, as if she wanted to understand something, and smiled affectionately at Feng Shizhen.
Miss Rong sent her twin sister to fly a kite and asked the servants to bring refreshments.
Feng Shizhen asked the eldest and the second about their homework. Rong Fanglin answered two questions in English, and Feng Shizhen corrected a few minor mistakes. Rong Fanglin was humbly taught, and repeated the answer again seriously.
Feng Shizhen has seen a lot of stupid and arrogant young ladies, and it is very surprising to see such a humble and diligent student.
"I don't hide it from Miss Feng," said Rong Fanglin, "Last year and this year, I went to the Chinese and Western Nursery School twice, and both failed. Dad said he would donate some money to the school, but I didn't want my classmates to make fun of me behind my back. Unqualified, I made a military order with my parents, and I must rely on my own ability to pass the test."
Rong Fanghua also said: "Cousin Jing from my uncle's house studied at a Chinese and Western school for girls, and later she was admitted to a public-funded study abroad program. She was very face. Daddy told a few of our girls that if you can't go to college, you should obey him. Arranged marriage. Now we talk about new women and oppose the old-fashioned arranged marriage. Dad hates it. My eldest sister and I both want to go to college, and I want to be a professor in the future!"
Feng Shizhen smiled and said: "The two young ladies are so eager to learn, I am really relieved as a gentleman. To succeed, one part depends on luck, three parts rely on talent, and the rest depends on hard work. Heart, don’t be afraid to get twice the result with half the effort and get what you want.”
Rong Fanglin said: "Mr. Feng mainly teaches the three of us. My second sister and I have the same degree of practice, but the elder brother is a bit difficult to handle, and it will make the husband extra trouble."
Feng Shizhen held the teacup and asked curiously, "The eldest young master has already graduated from middle school, so it won't be too bad, right?"
Rong Fanglin's beautiful face showed a contemptuous sneer that resembled Mrs. Rong's, "That military academy is said to be a middle school, but it is specially used to discipline naughty children. My eldest brother was disobedient when he was a child, so his father sent him to learn the rules. Now the rules may be learned a bit, but the homework has been delayed."
Rong Fanghua said quickly: "Big brother's grades are too bad, no university would want him."
Rong Fanglin glared at the girl, Rong Fanghua smirked and lowered her head to drink tea.
The two twin girls weaved a garland with flowers and plants, and gave them to Feng Shizhen with a smile. Feng Shizhen put the wreath on his head and thanked the little girl in French. The girls laughed again and ran away.
On an autumn morning, the sun is warm and the birds are singing on the branches. Autumn chrysanthemums are beginning to bloom in the yard, and the phonograph in the house is playing violin music.
It's quiet and beautiful here. The Rong family has a high wall of barbed wire to completely isolate these ladies from the turbulent world outside.
Feng Shizhen tasted the rose-scented black tea and cast his eyes into the distance.
In the autumn light, two tall figures walked towards this side through the stone arch climbing the wisteria.
"Brother Yunchi is here!"
"Brother, come and meet Mr. Feng!"
The twins were like two passionate birds, twittering and flying towards them. A flat-headed youth picked up the two of them and turned them around. The little girls screamed with excitement.
Feng Shizhen put down the teacup, stood up, and walked to the door of the pavilion.
The wind blew the shadows of the trees, and Feng Shizhen couldn't open his eyes for a while. When her vision was clear, the tall young man in a snow-white shirt was already standing in front of the pavilion, looking up at her.
The sound of the violin spun, entered the climax, and the vigorous notes flew out, scattered in every corner of the garden.
Near noon, the sun was shining brightly, illuminating everything. Sunning on the skin caused a slight burning sensation, but a burst of coldness overflowed from the depths of the body.
It's only been a day since the last time we met, but it seems like a lifetime.
Wu Yunchi put down the two little girls and gave a soft "Huh", so that his eyes moved from Rong Jia's expressionless face to Feng Shizhen's stunned face, and then moved back again. His move attracted a confused glance from Rong Fanglin.
Feng Shizhen slowly walked down the steps of the pavilion, stood in front of the eldest young master of the Rong family, his hands trembled slightly, and stretched out towards him.
"Hello, eldest young master, I'm a new tutor, my surname is Feng."
Because she had to try her best to suppress her nervousness, her voice was dry, but instead seemed a little dull. Just at this moment, the music ended, and the garden fell into an eerie silence.
Then, no rebuke, no cynicism, not even the slightest suspicion.
Rong Jia's dark eyes were as cold as midnight, he nodded reservedly, and shook Feng Shizhen's hand as if testing the temperature of the water.
"It's work."
The young man's voice was low and clear, but there was no emotional ups and downs. Before Feng Shizhen could react, he turned around and strode away.
"Oh? You..." Wu Yunchi, who was waiting for the good show, was disappointed, waved to Rong Fanglin, and ran after Rong Jia again.
Rong Fanglin looked at Feng Shizhen curiously, "Mr. Feng knows my eldest brother?"
Feng Shizhen admired his ability to adjust his emotions in such a short time and made a confused and innocent expression.
"I don't know. But the eldest young master doesn't seem to like me very much."
"Big brother treats everyone like this." Rong Fanghua sneered, "Mom said that he has this temper since he was a child, and it's not against anyone."
Feng Shizhen stood under the scorching sun, but still felt the chills crawling along his spine and dipping into the crevices of his bones. She clenched her hand tightly, calmed by the pain of her nails digging into her palm.
No matter how simple and ignorant the young master of the Rong family is, he will not think that a single woman from a good family will go to the dance hall to find a man to dance on her own. And he did not expose Feng Shizhen immediately, nor did he refuse to accept the new tutor, which shows that his mind was very deep. But this situation is good for Feng Shizhen, she was blasted out without entering the door, and she still had time to think about how to deal with it.
The music sounded again, but the beautiful scenery of the garden with birds and flowers had lost its luster in Feng Shizhen's eyes.
She was soberly aware that this dangerous game had officially begun. #####
Tutor Eight
The main house of the Rong family is a very beautiful French-style house with a concave shape, blue roof and white walls, and inverted eaves. The Rongs live on the second floor with their youngest son, and the two eldest young ladies live alone in a small building in the garden. The room that the Rong family arranged for Feng Shizhen was in the west wing of the third floor. The window was facing the backyard, and the view was very good.
The steward assigned an aunt to bring Feng Shizhen's clothes and clean the room every day.
This mother Chen is a standard old mother from a large family. She enthusiastically helped Feng Shizhen to pack the wardrobe, went downstairs and got into the kitchen, and said to the cook and some old mothers who were cooking: "It's really the troubled lady, the trunk. It's full of old clothes, but the material is very good. People are also shrewd. I stayed in the house for so long, but I didn't ask me anything about the owner, so I can hold my breath. "
The cook gave the boiled cabbage heart to the girl who helped the cook, wiped her hands, and said, "Second concubine came back to see this lady, and it was fun to watch."
A servant next to him who came to steal the food smiled and said, "I heard that Uncle Sun has a crush on the youngest daughter of the Qian family's concubine who opened a spinning mill. But the Qian family heard that the grandmother of the Sun family was a concubine for our family, so she refused to marry her daughter. , at least it has to be a flat wife. The second concubine is making trouble in front of the master, saying that she wants to go out and live in a small mansion, which is a big one. "
Chen's mother is Mrs. Rong's confidant, and immediately said: "Our Rong family is a family with rules. A concubine who has not even given birth to a son wants to straighten up, what a foolish dream!"
The cook and the footman just laughed.
Mother Chen brought a can of boiling water to Feng Shizhen and said, "Madam invites Miss Feng to go down for a light meal."
In Feng Shizhen's identity, he did not eat with the Rong family. The Rong family held a simple apprenticeship banquet to introduce Feng Shizhen to know everyone in the family. Feng Shizhen changed his shirt and skirt, combed his hair again, and went downstairs to the banquet.
The restaurant of the Rong family is equipped with floor-to-ceiling windows, which are transparent and bright. The sunlight jumps and flickers on the crystal chandeliers and the green leaves of the bonsai. The spacious room seems to be filled with a wonderful atmosphere with a melody. This place is so peaceful and peaceful, so beautiful that it should not be the mansion of a drug lord and smuggler.
Mrs. Rong was hugging a chubby little boy and talking affectionately, with a woman wearing an old wide-sleeved shirt and skirt standing beside her.
Seeing Feng Shizhen coming, Mrs. Rong pointed at the woman and said, "I didn't have time to introduce myself in the morning. This is Mrs. Wang, our great aunt, who has always helped me with the housekeeping. If you have anything to do, for example, if you don't want to go to work, just go and find her. ."
Mrs. Wang was originally Mrs. Rong's dowry. When Mrs. Rong was pregnant, Rong Dingkun met a scholarly girl outside and fell in love. Mrs. Rong deliberately made Wang's concubine to Rong Dingkun, and immediately became pregnant, and ran away the girl who was pursuing "the only true love". The Wang family then gave birth to the second young lady, Rong Fanghua, who was not favored for many years.
Later, the second young master from Mrs. Rong died, Wang Shi took office again, and the third young master was born the following year. As the confidant of the eldest house, and the only one among the concubines who gave birth to a son, the Wang family's status in the Rong family is only after the eldest wife.
Wang Shi smiled very gently and said to Feng Shizhen, "Everyone said that Mr. Feng is very knowledgeable. Fanghua's homework is not better than her elder sister, and she needs more attention from her husband."
Feng Shizhen replied politely: "Second Miss is smart and diligent. Even without my teaching, she will definitely be able to do good learning."
Mrs Wang said: "There is also a second concubine, Mrs. Sun, who is pregnant. She went back to her mother's house to have an abortion. You can see her after picking her up in a few days. The second concubine originally studied in a girls' high school for two years. I usually like to read and write poems, so I will be able to chat with Mr. Feng.”
Feng Shizhen pretended not to understand anything and still smiled gently.
The young master of the Rong family has just turned six years old. He is studying preparatory courses at Xitong Primary School. He is not a fuel-efficient lamp. He inherited the patriotic spirit of the martyrs and predecessors. Two days ago, he beat up the son of the British counselor at school for a fountain pen, and was rushed back by the school to suspend classes and think about it.
Feng Shizhen saw that he was hungry and wanted to eat the snacks on the table first. The nanny was afraid that he would not eat later and would not bring it to him, so he punched and kicked at the nanny.
"I'm going to eat it! Kill you! Madam, get her out of here!"
"My little ancestor, there are guests here, what are you making a joke about?" Mrs. Rong hurriedly hugged the child and took a piece of cake to feed him.
Rong Fanglin looked at the little brother's nonsense with cold eyes, snorted disdainfully, turned his head and said, "Why isn't big brother here yet? Is brother Yunchi gone? If you haven't, please come over for dinner."
"Just as she said she wanted to come and have a meal, Sister Fanglin posted."
Wu Yunchi laughed loudly, strode into the restaurant, and stepped forward to say hello to Mrs. Rong.
Rong Dashao walked unhurriedly behind, with his hands in the pockets of his trousers, his eyes swept over Feng Shizhen casually, as if she were a vase standing under the window.
Mrs. Rong asked him, "Have you met Miss Feng?"
Feng Shizhen looked at Rong Jia with a calm smile on his face.
Rong Jiashang nodded to his stepmother politely and estrangedly, "Yes. Mr. Feng is very familiar. Where have we met before?"
As soon as the voice fell, several eyes fell on Feng Shizhen and Rong Jiashang.
With a cigarette in his hand, Wu Yunchi stood leaning on a bonsai shelf with a half-smile, looking like he was watching a good show.
Feng Shizhen heard the sound of his heart beating fiercely, and a thin layer of sweat came out.
"You two have known each other before?" The auntie's wife, like a dog who smelled the smell of shit, came over with wagging her tail, "The eldest young master just returned to Shanghai from Chongqing, and he didn't go out much. How did you know Miss Feng?"
Feng Shizhen saw the joke in Young Master Rong's eyes, she seemed to understand something, and laughed unhurriedly.
"I don't remember it. How can you not remember a character like the eldest young master? I have been teaching in a women's cram school before, and I don't even see many men on weekdays. Maybe the eldest young master went to school to find friends. play, see me?"
Now even Mrs. Rong stared at Rong Jia and looked up, "Have you been to a girls' school? Which girl is the other party? Your father doesn't allow you to promiscuously have girlfriends."
Rong Jia's sharp gaze was like a light knife, swept across Feng Shizhen's face. Feng Shizhen looked at him with a smile, simple and innocent.
Wu Yunchi almost laughed out loud, then coughed: "I'm going to pick up my little sister, Jiashang and I are on the same road, maybe we've met. There are many female gentlemen and female staff dressed like this by Miss Feng all over Shanghai. Kashang and I will inevitably feel familiar."
Rong Jia was noncommittal and acquiesced to Wu Yunchi's statement.
Mrs. Rong was relieved, and lovingly told her stepson, "Mr. Feng's English and mathematics are excellent. In the future, I will study with my husband. Be careful that your father comes back to test you."
Rong Jiashang smiled disapprovingly, acting like a rich young master who doesn't care about everything.
Feng Shizhen won the first battle, and stopped chasing. He turned his head and watched with interest Wu Yunchi pulling out a silver whistle to tease the third young master.
Rong Fanglin was so annoyed, "Don't give it to him! If he got this thing, our whole family will not have a moment of peace!"
"Your sister won't let me give it to you." Wu Yunchi took the whistle.
The third young master glared at Rong Fanglin angrily, but Rong Fanglin gave him a cold glance. He obviously didn't dare to mess around with this eldest sister, and ran to Mrs. Rong's side to act like a spoiled child.
"Everyone's here? Let's have dinner then." Mrs. Rong lovingly touched her little son's head, beckoning everyone to sit down, and she took the first place.
Rong Dingkun said that it was someone who inspected tea gardens in southern Fujian. However, Feng Shizhen knew from Meng Xian that it was Rong Jiayun's group of smoked soil that had an accident in the middle of the road, and he went to solve it himself.
Rong Dingkun was born as a comprador and made his fortune by reselling tea and tobacco. Now he runs a huge import and export business and does business with various countries. He has a wide range of shipping channels, so he later took into account the smuggling of opium, rare earths, and even arms. It's just that these things don't conform to other people's sanctimonious images, and they are very strictly concealed, for fear that the young ladies of the Rong family will not know much about them.
The Rong family's mansion compound, the rich clothes and jewelry of the wives and the ladies, the sumptuous dishes on the table, and even the delicate bone china bowls and dishes with the meals, half of them are exchanged for the smoke, soil and arms.
Feng Shizhen remembered that when she came home from school in the early morning last winter, she could always see many smokers freezing to death on the streets. Her father told her that they were all smokers of inferior cigarettes. The smoke and soil were extremely poisonous. After they smoked, they felt hot all over.
People who freeze to death are swept away before the sun finds their bodies, and left to rot silently in suburban cemeteries. The streets of Shanghai are still prosperous and bustling with people coming and going. Most people don't know or care about what happened on the road they walk.
This kind of situation happens day after day, until winter and spring come, and no one will freeze to death.
The big smoke was still transported into Shanghai along the rolling river in one boat after another, packed in wooden boxes, sealed with the seal of the Rong family or a few other families, and sent to every corner. People are breathing clouds and mist on the smoking couch, drunk and dreaming of death, who cares about the rise and fall of the mountains and rivers of their home country. To this day, even Mr. Feng himself, a doctor, can't stand the torment of injury and bankruptcy, so he picked up his smoking gun.
Feng Shizhen looked at the curling cigarette rising between the man's fingers, as if he saw his father curled up against the head of the bed again, spitting mist intoxicated.
Wu Yunchi extinguished the cigarette in his hand, and the beautiful woman sitting opposite said with a smile, "It's my fault, I forgot that today is all ladies and shouldn't smoke. Miss Feng, don't mind."
Feng Shizhen pretended not to understand his ambiguous smile, and said lightly, "It's okay, Young Master Wu. I was thinking of other things and lost my mind."
Holding the wine glass, Wu Yunchi still looked at Feng Shizhen with a smile, "I heard that Miss Feng is a top student in the Mathematics Department of Jinling Women's University, but do you know Professor Chen Bingguo?"
Feng Shizhen frowned slightly, "How do I remember that Professor Chen is from the Department of Physics. Of course, a freshman
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