After Feng Yi left, before they could interrogate Wen Jianning, they were led to the auditorium by the Feng family's maid and waited for the newcomer to hold the ceremony later. The seats arranged by the Feng family for them were at the front, and there were big people in front of them, and several girls were in a nervous mood in the middle, and they didn't have the heart to whisper until the wedding officially began.

The groom is dignified and elegant, and he walks into the auditorium in a black Western-style dress. And Feng Ling was wearing an ivory white wedding dress, bowing her head and smiling and following her future husband.

The four girls are all older, and even the youngest Jianyu can't be a flower girl, so she can only sit in the front row to watch the wedding.

Jianwan, who was in the seat, muttered quietly, "To be honest, I don't think this corolla veil looks good." In the future, if I get married, I will definitely find a designer in Paris to give me the best veil. ”

Seeing the embroidery, he didn't think so: "I think it's pretty good." Aren't you still holding a grudge against the day of the coming-of-age ball, Sister Feng Ling stole your limelight. She didn't mean it, but you, today is a happy day, don't lose your temper. ”

Seeing that Wan was so angry that she turned her head directly and didn't talk to her.

Only Wen Jianning sat next to him, quietly watching a pair of beautiful people take an oath in front of the priest.

I heard that Feng Ling's husband was the fiancé who had broken her marriage contract before. Going around and around, the two still came together.

Wen Jianning did not envy Feng Ling's happiness at the moment, but envied Feng Ling's freedom. Because whether it is to break the marriage contract or marry her husband, it is Feng Ling's own choice. She has relatives at home who really respect her and love her, so she can choose the life she wants to live as she wants.

After the ceremony, everyone moved to the ballroom for a banquet.

Seeing that Wan went to find Lu Jiajun as soon as he opened, leaving the other three girls to stay in the corner and wait for someone to invite.

Seeing that Xiu was about to ask Wen Jianning how she met Feng Yi, she couldn't help but be stunned again when she saw Feng Yi walking towards them.

Feng Yi had changed into a black Western-style dress, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and the whole person looked handsome, and asked Wen Jianning unskillfully: "Can I ask you to dance?"

Seeing that Xiu pushed Wen Jianning, she reacted and stood up and walked onto the dance floor with Feng Yi.

In the melodious and soothing music, the teenagers and girls danced.

The two of them had their own thoughts, and neither of them spoke for a while.

Although Wen Jianning's foot injury is not complete, he can only see that he is slightly lame when he walks, which has little impact on ballroom dancing.

Feng Yi obviously doesn't usually dance much, his limbs are stiff, and he makes mistakes one after another. The two of them jumped for a while, and Wen Jianning had already stepped on him several times. If she hadn't seen a thin layer of sweat on his forehead and his palms wet, she would have suspected that Feng Yi was taking the opportunity to bully her.

However, remembering the previous conversation with Feng Ling, Wen Jianning still took the initiative to ask, "Are you nervous?"

Without waiting for Feng Yi, who looked embarrassed, to apologize, Wen Jianning replied first: "I'm a little nervous, because I usually only dance with my cousin, and I dance with others less often." ”

Feng Yi was stunned for a moment.

His originally tense body slowly relaxed, and the dance steps under his feet gradually found a suitable rhythm.

Wen Jianning breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and asked in a relaxed tone: "Did you go to the United States to study mathematics, I saw that day you listed a lot of incomprehensible formulas on the paper. ”

He shook his head: "No, I'm going to study physics." ”

What Feng Yi didn't say was that the domestic situation was chaotic, and there was no good laboratory, nor did he lack funds, technology, and necessary instruments and equipment, so he planned to study in the United States and return to China after completing his studies.

Wen Jianning could not express an opinion on this topic, she had no hobby for the subject itself, and her knowledge did not go beyond what was taught in the physics class of Nanying Middle School.

The two fell silent again, but the atmosphere was much more relaxed than before.

Feng Yi hesitated for a while, and then said slowly: "I don't like to talk to people since I was a child, and my sister thinks that I have a communication barrier, especially with girls, but in fact, this is not the case. ”

Wen Jianning also felt that his symptoms were not as serious as Feng Ling feared. In just a few words, he had already relaxed, spoke clearly and logically, and obviously was only a little restrained because of nervousness before.

"I just don't like wasting time on unnecessary interactions. ”

Wen Jianning blinked and asked, "Like dancing?"

Feng Yi realized that he had said the wrong thing, and he immediately hurried, stepped on Wen Jianning again, and the sweat on his forehead came out again.

He was about to apologize, but heard Wen Jianning say: "I also think dancing is a waste of time, but there is no way, in this kind of banquet, if you don't dance, it seems that other people will be out of place." ”

At this moment, the song ended, and the two let go of their hands.

Wen Jianning hesitated for a moment and asked, "If you go back to the United States, can I write to you?" I want to ask you something about the United States. Although she said this, she had an apologetic expression on her face, as if waiting for him to refuse quickly.

Obviously, this should be what Feng Ling asked her to do.

Feng Yi was stunned for a moment, but nodded: "Okay." ”

This time, Wen Jianning was stunned.

The young man's voice was clear, and his gaze behind the glasses was sincere and clear: "I will ask my sister to forward the address to you in a while." ”

Wen Jianning suddenly felt a little confused in his heart, and hurriedly nodded and turned to leave.

Feng Yi stood in place, watching the slightly limping back go away, and he was relieved for some reason.

Although he was very disgusted with Feng Ling's interference in his friendship, if his cooperation could help this girl named Wen Jianning a little, it didn't seem to be bad.

…

On the way back, Jianxiu finally couldn't help but ask, "Jianning, when did you meet Feng Yi." ”

Wen Jianning did not hide it, and calmly told her about the first encounter in Hong Kong.

Seeing Wan sneering on the side: "As far as she is concerned, she still walks around on other people's borders, but she can't meet other people's young masters." Her words were obviously to mock Wen Jianning for wanting to climb the high branches, but there was a bit of sourness.

Wen Jianning said coldly: "I walked around the Feng Mansion, at least with the permission of the master. But you have a relationship with Lu Jiajun, I wonder how his family feels?"

Seeing that Wan was so angry that her face turned pale, she couldn't speak for a while.

At the beginning of today's banquet, she went straight to Lu Jiajun to dance, but saw a graceful lady standing next to him, who was Lu Jiajun's mother. Although the other party didn't say anything, the critical gaze still couldn't help but make Jianwan uncomfortable.

Wen Jianning's opening just poked at her sore spot.

After the wedding, the Wen sisters stayed for a few more days before finally stepping on the ship back to Hong Kong.

The day before leaving, the teacher and student met for the last time.

Wen Jianning knew that after this farewell, he would have to wait a few years for the next goodbye, and his mood would inevitably be a little low.

However, she still barely cheered up, and said seriously to Qi Peizhen: "Sir, you have asked me about my plans for the future, but I still can't give you an answer for the time being. But please give me a few more years, and I'll be sure to make you satisfied. ”

Mr. Qi rarely said a lot of words of comfort to Wen Jianning, but Wen Jianning is no longer the little girl who would get carried away by Mr. Qi's affirmation, she knows her own pounds.

This trip to Shanghai was not a success, although there were no major twists and turns, but several girls were inevitably impacted. For the first time, they realized so clearly that after leaving the villa, although they were not uncared for, they were just insignificant little people. On the way back, everyone lost the interest in having fun when they came, and they just wanted to return to Hong Kong as soon as possible.

But there was an accident on the way.

On the evening of the first day on the ship, Jianxiu called Wen Jianning to go to the deck to watch the sunset.

Wen Jianning was thinking about the manuscript paper in the room at the time, and he couldn't write anything for a long time, so he simply went out with Jianxiu. But she didn't expect that as soon as she went out, she saw Wan and them waiting next to her.

Both sides treated each other as air, and walked straight through the corridor with Mixiu.

Wen Jianning came to the corner, and suddenly a figure in front of her suddenly crashed into her arms.

One of her feet was unsteady, and they both fell to the ground together.

Seeing the embroidery, they hurriedly came to help, only to see that the one who bumped into Wen Jianning was a ragged girl, only seven or eight years old, dirty and smelly. Before they could ask questions, they heard a dense stream of footsteps on the other side of the hallway, and the girl who had fallen to the ground widened her eyes in horror, got up and staggered away from them, and ran inside.

Footsteps approached, and in an instant five or six men ran up.

Wen Jianning suddenly understood-

The girl had been abducted and escaped.

One of them saw them and shouted, "Hey, did you see a girl running over just now?" ”

Seeing that Wan and the others were silent, they didn't dare to make a sound, only Jianyu glanced at Wen Jianning.

Before Wen Jianning could make up a lie to deceive them, a man led by him had already caught a glimpse of the dirty marks on her plain white satin cheongsam, and grinned: "A few young ladies, our children are not sensible, and I am really sorry to bump into you." ”

With that, they chased them deeper into the hallway.

Wen Jianning was about to follow, but was grabbed by Jianwan's arm, and her strength was so strong that she almost pinched out the mark.

Jianwan gritted his teeth and whispered: "You don't make trouble for us, if you really mess with this group of people, they won't care about arresting a few more people." ”

Wen Jianning didn't know that what Jianwan said was right.

After the group of people left, he saw that Wancai slowly let go of his hand, and whispered as if making excuses for himself: "This, it's not our fault, and we can't help it, after all, there are many of them." ”

Wen Jianning raised his head quietly: "But we have to at least do something." ”

Seeing Wan, he was stunned.

In the end, they still couldn't stop Wen Jianning and went to the captain's room with her.

Although the other party promised to investigate the matter, Wen Jianning didn't take this matter to heart at all when he looked at them.

When they returned to the cabin, everyone's already low mood became heavier and heavier, and they hurried back to their respective rooms to sleep.

However, Wen Jianning tossed and turned in bed and couldn't sleep. As soon as she closed her eyes, the frightened eyes of the little girl would appear in front of her eyes.

She simply got up from the bed, sat back at the desk, and scribbled on a pile of manuscript paper to vent the frustration in her heart. Wen Jianning was pulling, and a flash of inspiration suddenly occurred in her mind, and she finally grasped the problem that had troubled her for a long time.

She once criticized Zhong Hui and them for Zhang Liuyu's superficial "The Weaver Girl", but "The Warbler Crying Tired" is not it. They have also made the mistake of using heavy topics as a gimmick, but have lost their true compassion for these sufferers.

Of course, she can also rely on skills and experience to write, but if she doesn't even have basic sympathy for the characters she writes, and she doesn't have a real sense of investment, she will naturally become more and more weak the more she writes.

Wen Jianning re-examined "The Warbler Crying" from the beginning, and after a long time, he grabbed a pen and wrote a title on the manuscript paper-

"Flowers on the Sea".

(End of chapter)