Regarding Mr. Qi's departure, Wen Jianning actually had a premonition.

When Wen Jingshu said that she wanted to find an English teacher for them, she could see that there was a bit of a disagreement between the two, but when this moment really came, she still felt sad from the bottom of her heart.

Except that Wen Baiqing and Jianxiu were not bad to her, the Wen family was only a little better to her than strangers on the street. Only Mr. Qi is different, teaching her to read and write during the days when her aunt and mother are no longer around, and running for her business. Although the final result was not satisfactory, she knew that Mr. Qi was one of the few adults who were truly good to her.

When Mr. Qi left, she not only lost a teacher by her side, but also lost a relative and a friend.

Although Mr. Qi said that they could communicate, as long as he thought of his aunt and aunt, Wen Jianning would subconsciously feel a strong sense of insecurity. Even if there are letters and telegrams, in this world, people who are separated from each other say that there is no news and there is no news. Once the contact is broken, I don't know if we can see each other again in this life.

Wen Jianning was a little sad at the street scene that quickly swept through the car window.

When she arrived at the place, the driver took her to Mr. Qi's downstairs, and she was hesitating for a while to apologize to Mr. Qi, when she suddenly heard Mr. Qi's stunned voice coming from behind: "Jianning, why are you here?"

As soon as Wen Jianning turned around, she saw Mr. Qi standing behind her with a bag of vegetables.

She was a little flustered for a moment, and she didn't know what to say, so she just stood there straight.

Mr. Qi glanced at the driver who was following her, and quickly reacted: "If you don't wait here, I'll send the things up first, and then come down to find a place to talk with you later." Where do you want to go, or let's go to the café?"

She spoke with a smile in her voice, as if nothing had happened a few days ago.

Wen Jianning plucked up his courage and said, "No need, I want to go to the place where Mr. lives to have a look, is it okay?"

Mr. Qi was stunned for a moment, nodded and said, "It's just right, I also have something to give you, you can come up with me." ”

Wen Jianning's face showed a little smile and followed Mr. Qi upstairs.

Hong Kong is a small place, with limited living space and very few apartments.

Mr. Qi originally planned to go to a friend's house, but he did not expect that her friend had already returned to the mainland shortly before her arrival in Hong Kong. It was too expensive to rent an apartment alone, and in desperation, she had no choice but to share it with others.

The tenant who shared the room with Mr. Qi was an aunt from Tangxi, that is, a prostitute, and the people he befriended on weekdays were people of three religions and nine streams. Luckily, she didn't take guests home at night, which saved her a lot of unnecessary trouble.

Mr. Qi opened the door with the key, and as soon as he pushed it open, he was choked by the smell of rushing to his face.

Wen Jianning also smelled behind her, and the air was mixed with the rancid smell of vomit, wine, osmanthus oil, and soap, which made people want to be disgusted. Looking at it again, the small living room seemed to have been robbed, and the floor was in a mess.

Mr. Qi turned back to her: "You wait here first, I'll go in and open the window to let the wind blow." ”

Saying that, she entered the living room, stepped over the pool of vomit on the floor, and knocked on the door of another tenant first: "Miss Meng Li, are you okay?"

There was no response inside.

The door was open, and Mr. Qi hesitated for a moment before pushing the door in.

The room was also a mess, and the air was filled with the strong smell of alcohol. There was a woman in a cheongsam lying on the bed, who was sleeping on the other side of the wall with her back to her, thinking that she had not woken up from the wine.

Seeing that the person was fine, she breathed a sigh of relief, exited and closed the door, only to find that her student had already come in and was cleaning up the clutter scattered on the floor: "You find a clean place to sit down, and I'll come." ”

Wen Jianning naturally couldn't just sit on the side, so he helped Mr. Qi clean the living room together.

After the two teachers and students roughly cleaned up, they went into Mr. Qi's room to rest.

Wen Jianning sat down on Mr. Qi's bed stiffly, watched her turn around and take down a large handful of books and newspapers from the windowsill, and put them on the desk: "I've been sorting out some notes and materials for the past few days, and I want to send them to you before leaving, since you're here today, I'll take it back in a while." ”

Wen Jianning didn't expect that Mr. Qi had been busy with her business for the past few days, so he couldn't help but glance at the thick stack of materials, lowered his head and asked softly, "Sir, do you really have to go?"

Mr. Qi sat on the stool opposite her and smiled kindly: "Yes, I have a reason to go." ”

Although he had already known that Mr. Qi had made up his mind, Wen Jianning was still a little disappointed when he received a positive answer again.

But she didn't want to repeat the recklessness she made a few days ago and upset Mr. Qi, so she barely cheered up and looked at her with a blank eye: "Mr. said that he would write to us when he went to Shanghai, is this true?"

Mr. Qi bowed slightly, knowing what she was worried about: "Don't worry, I have found a place to live in Shanghai, and I will write to you soon." I'm a gentleman, and I'm not going to break my word. Besides, don't you still want to write articles in the future, even if I get lost, I will find you again soon after reading our article in the newspaper. ”

When she mentioned this, Wen Jianning remembered the bold words she had said, and she was a little embarrassed.

Until now, she hadn't written a word.

Mr. Qi looked down at her and blushed, thinking that she was shy, and took her little hand and encouraged: "You don't have to be embarrassed, you can have such ambition, and I, as your husband, am also proud of you." ”

Wen Jianning grew up so big, it was the first time she heard someone say to her that she would be proud of her, and even her aunt had never said such things to her. She was ashamed and happy for a while, a thin bead of sweat appeared on her forehead, her little face was flushed, and her eyes looked at Mr. Qi brightly: "Sir, you wait for me." When I write the article, I'll put it in the newspaper you're going to. ”

Mr. Qi smiled slightly, raised his hand and touched her little head: "Of course you can, but you don't have to be in a hurry, let's take our time." ”

In these years, all those who are literate do not want to publish their words in newspapers and periodicals.

But where is this road so easy to walk.

Mr. Qi knew there was a tendency to become famous as soon as possible, but she didn't want her students to be so impetuous.

The teacher and student talked for a long time in the small room, until it was getting dark, and the driver who had been waiting impatiently downstairs came to the door, and Wen Jianning had to go downstairs to take the car home.

Mr. Qi stood on the side of the road, watching from a distance as the villain who kept waving to her through the glass gradually moved away, and then turned around and went upstairs.

Two days later, Mr. Qi left Hong Kong.

Wen Jianning and the others all went to the dock to see Mr. Qi off in person, and watched Mr. Qi board the boat.

Seeing that they were crying like tearful people, only Wen Jianning raised his head and did not shed a single tear. On the way back, Wen Jianning was naturally scolded by Jianwan in cold blood.

But Mr. Qi is gone, but their lives still have to go on as usual.

Wen Jianning is still very busy.

Before leaving, Mr. Qi left her homework and asked her to learn to write well, saying that she should not be in a hurry, first lay a solid foundation through reading and pen practice, and there will always be a day when she will accumulate steadily. She opened a long list of books and articles for Wen Jianning to read, and asked Wen Jianning to write reading notes and diaries.

Although Mr. Qi is no longer in Hong Kong, Wen Jianning still did what she said without discount.

After all, she has always been obedient.

In addition, Wen Jianning still insists on getting up early every day to read English on the promenade outside the garden.

Although I have already coped with the entrance exam, I still have to learn English. She knew that she was not the smartest one, and she could only make up for it with hard work.

Wen Jianning's daily morning reading English is not a secret to the whole family.

At first, Jianwan also wanted to compete with Wen Jianning.

She asked the maids to wake her up, waking up earlier than Wen Jianning every day, and reading English louder than her. But within a few days, she couldn't hold on, she got up later and later every day, and finally gave up directly. She had no choice but to comfort herself, anyway, her aunt said that girls who don't sleep well will have wrinkles.

Jianxiu also got up a few times early.

But in the morning, she fell ill and never came back.

As for Jianyu, she saw that her two sisters had given up, and she didn't take it seriously. What's more, with her intelligence, she doesn't need to work so hard.

Gradually, the days of March are getting warmer day by day, and there is no need to get up in the early morning as cold as in the previous winter, at least Wen Jianning doesn't have to stomp his feet frequently when he endorses. It was only about six o'clock, and the sky outside the villa was white.

The servants were busy inside and out, and from time to time someone would pass by Wen Jianning.

Occasionally, Wen Jianning can still see spring peaches.

Since the last time Wen Jianning had a fever, she was kicked out of the back room, and she could only do rough work downstairs with her mother. Now that she saw Wen Jianning again, she had long since lost her former domineering, so she bowed her head and avoided it from afar.

Wen Jianning remembered how she bullied others in the past, and only felt like a world away.

This morning, Wen Jianning finished memorizing the book, and estimated that there was still a while before breakfast, so he wandered around the garden.

When spring comes, everything sprouts, and the garden is also verdant green. The gardener and a few servants were weeding in the garden, and Wen Jianning watched them work.

It wasn't until a servant was about to pull out a bush growing on the edge of the fence that she couldn't help but remind: "That's honeysuckle, you can soak in water and drink, not weeds." ”

There are countless white and goose yellow flowers on the bushes, which bloom lively, with the vigor and vigor of spring. In the past, when Wen Jianning was still in the countryside, she saw that honeysuckle could be used in medicine, and she also saw that someone in the pharmacy had received it.

The gardener hired on the side listened to her words and smiled: "The ladies only want to see the English rose in the garden, and it is not rare to see honeysuckle." This kind of grass can grow in any soil, and it is worthless. So saying, he uprooted the honeysuckle with his hoe.

Wen Jianning's heart moved, as if a soft velvet bud broke out of the ground and scratched the tip of her heart.

She bent down, pinched a small goose-yellow honeysuckle, lowered her head to her nose and sniffed gently.

Only then did she know that honeysuckle had another name.

- Honeysuckle.

Only by surviving the cold of the long winter can we bloom with the morning sun.