Section 1

Feng Shizhen walked back and continued with the topic

The world has regained its tranquility

Rong Dingkun had specifically instructed that no one was to take care of the young master, but Huang was more than happy to ignore him, and there was no such young master in the household. Later, when the uncle from the Tang family passed through Chongqing to visit his nephew, he touched the thin bedding on the bed, and his eyes turned red. That night, he bought new, well-prepared bedding and sent it over. After returning home, he went to Rong Dingkun's door and pointed at his nose, scolding him fiercely.

Rong Jia Shang is formally trained, and he can tell at a glance that this woman is not merely skilled in flashy techniques. Her proficiency in Tai Chi is worthy of guidance.

Moments later, the eldest son of the Rong family strolled by with a relaxed gait, casually nodding at her as he ran along the path by the lake, his agile figure disappearing behind a cluster of lush bamboo

The autumn breeze in September is crisp and cool, yet the sunlight still retains a hint of the warmth of summer that has not yet faded. Feng Shizhen's delicate and fair face glistens with fine beads of sweat, making her lips appear even more rosy. In her movements, her flowing white garments envelop her graceful figure, which is subtly revealed.

This woman indeed possesses some ability; when she teaches, she progresses from the simple to the complex, providing detailed and thorough explanations, addressing difficult points with clarity. Even the usually proud and arrogant Rong Fanglin listens to her lectures with utmost seriousness.

Until Feng Shizhen walked into the study holding the exam papers, Rong Fanghua still had an expression of anger on her face. Feng Shizhen was puzzled but did not dare to ask further.

Feng Shizhen furrowed her brows and looked up, walked to the window, and tapped the window frame with the backboard she was holding.

When the two Miss Rongs saw their elder brother arrive on time for class, they were both unexpectedly exchanging glances. Rong Fanghua still held a grudge against his mockery and did not show him a good face.

Feng Shizhen turned around

The young woman's voice is warm and soft, her tone extremely patient, chatty and unrelenting, yet it irresistibly draws people in to listen.

Feng Shizhen waited for a moment, and seeing that there was no movement, he walked back to the desk.

After a separation of three years, Rong Jia finally returned to the Rong family

He is the eldest son of the Rong family, possessing inherent advantages that the Huang family cannot strip away. Moreover, as the Rong family's business flourishes, the Huang family is in decline, and the Huang family's prestige within the household diminishes day by day. Now, in order to compete with the concubine, they have resorted to such lowly tactics as using beauty as a weapon.

Rong Jia curled his lips in a mocking smile and said, "What is this about? Do you know that Yun Chi finds you a bit too plump?"

With a high collar and a firm posture, chest held in and back straightened, the movements transition smoothly, embodying a harmonious connection between intention and form. Feng Shizhen, with her eyes half-closed, was meticulous in her execution, her steps alternating between solid and light, her eyes and hands responding in unison. As she made a pushing motion, Rong Jia faintly sensed a breeze approaching.

The morning light pierced the surface of the pond like a sword, with golden scales shimmering, casting the surrounding flowers, grass, and buildings into a dreamlike scene. In a corner to the southwest, a white figure flickered.

Rong Jia got up with a throbbing headache from the hangover, changed his clothes and shoes, and went downstairs to jog along the walls of the Rong family's courtyard

Feng Shizhen stood in front of the small blackboard writing formulas. She had changed into a dull gray indigo qipao, which did not accentuate her figure at all. Rong Jia still retained a glimpse of the white shadow from the morning in her eyes, and looking at Feng Shizhen now, she felt that something was off.

Creaking sound

Rong Jia did not argue in the least, and simply picked up his belongings and left. Behind him were his far-sighted father and his stepmother, whose joy was evident despite her attempts to conceal it

That cicada seemed to know that Feng Shizhen could do nothing to it, and it sang joyfully on the branch without restraint, the noise piercing the eardrums painfully.

"It's nothing, you can continue reading." Feng Shizhen said

Feng Shizhen stopped, turned around, and immediately saw the second young lady of the Rong family, her face flushed with anger, rushing towards the main residence

The sun gradually climbs overhead, shining brightly upon the earth. Fortunately, the autumn breeze is cool, blowing in through the open window, causing the pages of the books on the table to rustle.

Rong Jia let out a cold snort, stood up, and went to the pull-up bar to do pull-ups

The military academy in Chongqing is not well-known, but it has very strict rules. The food is not demanding, but hot showers are only allowed from October to April of the following year. Sometimes, if one arrives late, there may not even be hot water available

At this time, Rong Dingkun no longer valued the Huang family as he did in the past and could easily bring his son back from military school. However, after seeing his son, Rong Dingkun changed his mind

Rong Jia Shang finally finished reading the idle book, feeling utterly bored. He turned his head to watch Feng Shizhen explain an English reading question to his two younger sisters

Rong Jia was casually playing with a piece of paper, leisurely observing Feng Shizhen.

"You harbor resentment in your heart," Rong Dingkun said, "You should return to the military academy and continue to hone your skills for a few more years"

Rong Jia jumped down from the lever and curiously walked over to take a look

Rong Jia was secretly astonished

Feng Shizhen stood up with an expression of displeasure, looking around for something suitable to use.

Rong Fanghua chuckled.

Then the cicada waited for the person to walk away, and began to flap its wings and call out.

This is not used dynamically, but as an adjective. Please read it coherently again and see if you can understand the meaning of the sentence

Six students live in one room, sleeping on hard wooden beds, without any heating. When winter arrives, the children huddle in their beds, shivering. The winter in the mountain city is gloomy and damp, and the cold air creeps in like a vine, its roots climbing along the spine and penetrating deep into the bones, causing excruciating pain

"No need." Rong Jia raised the corners of his mouth coldly and continued to idly flip through the books with his head down

The sun has risen higher, and the golden morning light falls upon his skin, which is dotted with fine beads of sweat, as if a layer of sheen has been applied to him. His shoulder and back muscles are solid, and the graceful lines undulate with his movements

He retained many habits from military academies, such as a disciplined daily routine and an upright demeanor. However, he also tempered his aggressive gaze and his aloof disposition. Like all young scions, he learned to enjoy the benefits that his family provided while evading its constraints

When Rong Jia first left home, he was merely a twelve-year-old child, tender and delicate, with red lips and white teeth, beautiful like a little girl. A photograph of him in the uniform of Xitong Primary School is still displayed in the window of the photography studio as a sign.

In one corner of the yard stands a row of wisteria trellises, the flowering season long past, leaving only green leaves. Sunlight filters through the leaves, transforming into mottled spots of light that fall upon the woman.

This is a lifestyle habit he developed during his eight years at the military academy: regardless of how late he went to bed the previous night, he would get up on time the next morning to exercise

Rong Jia ran ten laps in one breath, stopping with sweat pouring down, and began doing push-ups on the grass

Elder brother is annoying

A white shadow swept past, stirring a gentle breeze that brushed against the tips of the hair, passed through the window, and flew away. The paper airplane glided gracefully, tracing a beautiful arc, landing precisely on the treetop. A black dot buzzed away, merging into the blinding daylight.

The Tang family declines year by year. Uncle Tang is a scholarly man, only knowledgeable in economic writings, and has no means to manage the family estate. Rong Dingkun has always respected literati, which is why he has given him some leeway. Rong Jia, with the support of his uncle, has managed to endure the difficult early years in military school.

Feng Shizhen weighed the blackboard eraser in her hand and walked to the window

A rustling sound came from behind. Rong Jia turned her head and was surprised to see her second sister, Rong Fanghua, approaching in sportswear

At sixteen, Rong Jia had short hair shaved close to the scalp, his skin slightly tanned, and he had grown significantly taller, yet his frame remained very slender. The black suit he wore hung loosely on him, giving him an air of sharpness and intensity, like a dagger drawn from its sheath

She has just taken a seat

The cicadas have stopped chirping

Rong Jia Shang had tucked a leisure book into his textbook, propping his feet up and engrossed in flipping through it. Feng Shizhen's lecture was lively and interesting, yet he did not even lift his head. When he came across something amusing, he couldn't help but laugh out loud. Feng Shizhen's writing on the board was interrupted halfway by him, and his expression turned somewhat awkward. The Rong sisters exchanged exasperated glances at their elder brother.

Rong Jia was completely indifferent to the mockery from his two younger sisters. He fulfilled his promise to attend class, but he never promised to pay attention. Therefore, Feng Shizhen was also at a loss with him. Moreover, Young Master Rong, with his sword-like brows and starry eyes, dressed in white as pure as snow, looked like a pleasing painting even when he sat there in a daze. When Feng Shizhen grew tired of lecturing, she found it interesting to glance at him.

Rong Fanghua's face instantly flushed red

Creaking sound

Rong Jia returned to the house last time, took a shower, dressed in a snow-white shirt, with books tucked under his arm, and holding a cup of aromatic strong coffee in one hand, he gracefully entered the study

Rong Fanglin impatiently glared out the window. Feng Shizhen turned back and knocked forcefully on the window frame.

Feng Shizhen found it amusing, smiled briefly, and continued to help the two girls with their problems

A cicada, having miraculously survived into autumn, flew to the treetop outside the window, flapping its wings and chirping noisily. The harsh sound startled the student inside who was engrossed in reading.

Rong Jia is four to five years older than his two younger sisters. He took an extra year to graduate from the military academy, and his academic performance in the graduation exam was as dismal as a target riddled by machine gun fire, truly a sight to behold. Although they had crossed paths once, Feng Shizhen had not fully grasped the depth of Young Master Rong, so she simply followed his wishes and treated him as a semi-illiterate to teach.

His gaze resembled that of a young wolf cub, filled with vigilance and hostility, staring unceremoniously at his father

"Is Big Brother watching Miss Feng?" Rong Fanghua glared, looking as if she had caught someone in the act.

Feng Shizhen stared blankly at Rong Jia and said: "Thank... thank you"

Feng Shizhen was dressed in a pure white training outfit, wearing a pair of black cotton shoes, practicing her punches in the morning light

Later, in the sixteenth year, Uncle Tang was diagnosed with lung cancer and passed away just two months later. Rong Jia returned to attend his uncle's funeral and only met with his father once.

The autumn sun rises a little later. When Rong Jia was awakened by his biological clock, the light blue of the night had not yet faded, still enveloping the earth like a thin veil. The eastern sky had already burst forth with brilliant and fiery dawn clouds, where golden light intertwined and competed with deep blue, creating a magnificent and intense painting.

The sound of cicadas has ceased

Mr. Feng

A light laugh: "What is Mr. Feng looking for?"

This woman appears to be gentle and refined, yet she can actually fight