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    "I'm very happy now." Feng Shizhen kissed his cheek, "No one has ever made me as happy as I am now."

    "But, who would hurt a child so cruelly?" Rong Jiashang was angry.

    Feng Shizhen didn¡¯t say anything for a while.  Just when Rong Jiashang thought she fell asleep again, he heard a cold voice coming from his arms: "My dad."

    Rong Jiashang suddenly opened his eyes wide.

    "My biological father." Feng Shizhen added, "He is my biological father."

    Rong Jiashang felt a biting coldness penetrate his body from his back, spread along the tendons and veins to his limbs and bones, freezing his body.

    "Didn't you ask me why I wasn't enthusiastic about searching for my life experience? That's the reason." Feng Shizhen said in a cold tone, "Because although I don't know who my biological father is, I know what kind of man he is. I  Mom asked me to call him dad, and he agreed. He turned around, picked up a big knife, chopped my mother down, and then came to chop me. The scar on his back is the greeting gift he left to me. Oh, here is my real dad."

    Rong Jiashang pressed Feng Shizhen's shoulders and looked at her in shock: "Is this true? Are you kidding?"

    "Who is joking about this kind of thing?" Feng Shizhen pushed him away, got up, put on a bathrobe, and walked towards the bathroom.

    Rong Jiashang was stunned for a moment, jumped out of bed and chased after him.

    Amidst the sound of running water, Feng Shizhen stood under the showerhead and raised his head to shower.  Her eyes were closed tightly, her expression was indifferent, and her whole body exuded a repulsive cold air. She was completely different from the soft and graceful beauty last night.

    Rong Jiashang felt most distressed by the way she closed herself in coldly and licked her wounds alone.  I couldn't help but walked over and hugged her tenderly.

    Feng Shizhen didn¡¯t struggle, and lay softly in his arms, still closed.  The bathroom was filled with steam, and the hot water poured down from the heads of the two of them, which made people feel comfortable.  The previously tense atmosphere gradually eased.

    "Don't be angry." Rong Jia kissed Feng Shizhen's wet forehead, "If you are unhappy, I won't mention it."

    "I'm not angry with you." Feng Shizhen smiled at Rong Jiashang, pulled him to sit down in the tub, squeezed in shampoo and washed his hair.

    "I am actually very grateful to you for your enthusiasm in helping me find my relative. I have always avoided this topic in the past because I did not have the courage. Now that I am already searching for my relative, I will have to face it sooner or later."

    "Is it really your biological father who did it?" Rong Jiashang still found it unbelievable.

    "I also hope it's not him." Feng Shizhen smiled bitterly, "I was young at the time, but my mother would never mistake her husband."

    "But why would he do this?"

    "Then I have to wait until you help me find him and ask him himself." Feng Shizhen sneered, "After so many years, I don't know if he is still alive. Last time you said that someone went to the patrol room to find my body after the incident.  It's probably him. I don't know if he would kill me again if he knew I was alive."

    "Don't think like that!" Rong Jiashang grabbed Feng Shizhen's hand with his backhand, "Don't think about these things that didn't happen. Maybe your father regrets it?"

    "That doesn't change the fact that he killed my mother." Feng Shizhen said coldly, "So, these days I have been thinking about a question: If I really find him, what should I do with him?"

    Rong Jiashang was silent.

    "You must avenge your mother's murder." Feng Shizhen said, "But if you want to take revenge, you must kill your father. Haha, filial piety and righteousness are really difficult to have both."

    "Such a father" Rong Jiashang whispered.

    "Yes. What kind of father is such a father?" Feng Shizhen used the shower to wash away the foam on Rong Jia's head, and joked, "I used to laugh at your father for being unreliable, but now compared with my real father  , your father is quite a good father. Whether he is good or not, you really have to compare."

    But a self-deprecating joke was like a sharp knife stabbing into Rong Jiashang's chest, causing his expression to change drastically.

    The old photo is still tucked into the notebook and placed in the file bag in the living room. Secretary Chen¡¯s words yesterday have been lingering in Rong Jia¡¯s ears like an innocent ghost all day long.  After Feng Shizhen went to bed last night, Rong Jiashang couldn't sleep for a long time.  He stared at Feng Shizhen's face for a long time and carefully under the desk lamp, scrutinizing every line on her outline, looking for similarities or differences with himself.

    The woman he loves deeply may be his half-sister.  This is simply the most absurd and vicious joke that God can play on him.

    But Rong Dingkun was still unconscious.  Even if he wakes up, Rong Jiashang doesn't know if he has the courage to ask his father for confirmation.

    He understands Feng Shizhen very wellI no longer want to find my biological father.  He also wanted to be an ostrich, burying his head in the sand and pretending not to know anything.  Don't think about the truth of the matter, and don't think about whether Feng Shizhen will turn from love to hate after knowing the truth.

    ¡°Besides, if Rong Dingkun is really Feng Shizhen¡¯s biological father, how will the murder of his wife and son be settled?

    No!  Rong Jiashang said to himself.  It must be a misunderstanding!

    He has already sent someone to take that Qian family back to Shanghai so that he can question him carefully.  Otherwise, just one photo and a few words from Secretary Chen cannot explain everything.

    Rong Jiashang's mind was in a mess and he was extremely irritated. The only way to vent his anger was to turn around, pull Feng Shizhen over, press him under him, and kiss him heavily.

    After Rong Jiasheng became more worried, his attachment to Feng Shizhen grew day by day, and he would pester her whenever he had the opportunity, as if he was afraid that she would run away when he was not paying attention.

    He took Feng Shizhen to work and picked him up on time after get off work.  The car no longer parked far away, but parked carelessly at the back door.  Within two days, all the school teachers knew that the new teacher Feng had a handsome and wealthy suitor, and they were envious and jealous.  Feng Shizhen has no intention of growing up, and he doesn't care about rumors.

    The female students were fifteen or sixteen years old and were pursuing romance. They secretly lay at the window and looked at Rong Jiashang.  The young man is tall and tall, as tall as a jade tree, graceful and handsome. He is a sight to behold just standing at the intersection.  Rong Jiashang's modern style is common in Shanghai, but rare in Peiping.  There were many female students who fell in love with Rong Jiashang at first sight, and some even had the courage to come forward to talk to him, but were dismissed coldly by Rong Jiashang.  Feng Shizhen has been proctoring the exams for the past few days, and has often received sour and resentful looks from girls.

    The exams are over and the school is closed for the holidays.  Feng Shizhen stayed in school for two days to correct test papers, took the paid salary, and invited Rong Jia to watch Shang Xiaoyun's new play.

    After watching the play, the two of them held hands and walked toward the hotel along the road covered with thin snow.

    "If you are free tomorrow, can you help me move?" Feng Shizhen said, "Now that the school is on holiday, no one is left in the dormitory. I have to find a new place to stay. I have a senior sister who originally shared a small apartment with a friend.  Her friend got married and moved out, so I happened to pay for the rent. The apartment was rented by the Women's Association specifically to single working women. It has a good environment and a concierge, so it's very safe to live in."

    "Are you really planning to stay in Peiping?" Rong Jiashang frowned, "If it's because of Meng Xu'an, I can solve it. As long as I'm here, you don't have to be afraid of him."

    "It's not all because of him." Feng Shizhen said, "I originally wanted to change places to stay for a while. You can give me some time to think about the future and us."

    "Us?" Rong Jiashang stopped and held his lover in his arms, "What will happen to us?"

    "I don't know." Feng Shizhen looked up and stared at him, "I don't know."

    Rong Jiashang kissed her cold forehead melancholy, and his sigh condensed into white mist in the air.

    The street lights were dim, and the two of them stared at each other in silence, their eyes full of sadness and tender love.

    The journey from Nanjing to Peking is a short love, but also a long parting.

    From the moment they kissed each other, the countdown to separation had started, and they were mentally prepared.  But when the needle was about to reach the end, they felt that all their preparations were so useless.

    You can never be ready for separation.  You can only wait helplessly for that moment to come, and then feel your heart break.  #####(Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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