Since that day's talk, this unilateral cold war, which lasted for nearly a year, has finally come to an end.

Wen Jianning's friends were soon surprised to find that she and the young assistant professor in the physics department had not only resumed contact, but the two had become much closer than before. And she herself was not shy when she was asked by everyone, but generously admitted her relationship with Feng Yi, which surprised everyone even more.

Zhong Hui should have been the most excited of the crowd, after all, she had seen that something was wrong with these two people early on.

However, out of concern, she still asked quietly in private: "Jianning, are you really determined to get along with that Feng Yi?"

Wen Jianning pursed her lips and didn't speak, just smiled, and only after her repeated questioning did she explain: "I used to always suffer from gains and losses, and I had too many worries. But now that I've changed my mind, whether it's good or bad, I'll have to try it to find out. ”

Zhong Hui didn't seem to understand, but she understood at least one thing, and Jianning had already made up her mind, according to her temperament, she was afraid that she would not change her mind easily. This made her inexplicably feel relieved that my family had a girl who had just grown up, but also a little uneasy.

This mood is a bit like Wen Jianning's worry about her and Jiang Xuwen at the beginning, which is purely a kind of concern between girls.

Wen Jianning can probably understand her friend's mood, but she can't promise anything to Zhong Hui, the promise is only a momentary emotion, and it takes a long time to prove it.

After falling in love with Feng Yi, her life doesn't seem to have changed much, but it is still somewhat different.

Every time the air raid ran the alarm, there would be someone waiting for her outside the school gate to come over, help her carry the bookcase in her hand, and leave together. The two spent an afternoon chatting or reading books in the air-raid shelters or trenches outside the city, and during the day, when there were no air raid sirens, they would go to the suburbs to climb the West Mountain and see the traces of the erosion of the ancient city wall together. He quietly melted into her life like a drop of water, stirring up only a few ripples and no big waves.

When getting along with him, Wen Jianning only felt relaxed.

Although it doesn't seem to be as vigorous as the book says, at least for now, this kind of relationship makes her feel at ease.

Towards the end of July, Japanese planes did not come to Kunming for nearly a week to bomb the city, and the city gradually returned to its former liveliness. One night, Nanping Grand Theater re-screened "Spring Dawn on Cuidi Beach", and the two made an appointment to watch it together.

Based on the life of Austrian composer Johann Strauss, the film was loved by the faculty and students of the United Nations, and was re-screened several times over the past two years, and each time it was re-screened, this one was no exception.

After the movie, on the way back to school, the two met a lot of physics classmates who were watching the movie together.

Seeing them walking side by side, everyone couldn't help but cast curious glances, mainly focusing on Wen Jianning. The better ones just came over to say hello, and there were those who followed them curiously all the way to watch, which made Feng Yi's face become more and more heavy.

A bold male classmate came over directly and asked with a wink, "Assistant Teacher Feng, is this your girlfriend?"

Feng Yi didn't answer his question, pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said very calmly: "Classmate Hou, you only scored fifty-seven points in this exam, which is supposed to be a failure, I added three points to your paper, so that you can barely pass the test." If you fall below 70 points in the test next month, I will give your transcript for the past six months to Professor Wu and ask him to talk to you about the movie. ”

The student let out a miserable scream: "Teaching assistant, why is the score also inflationary, I only owe you three points, but you let me pay back ten points, this is not fair!"

Feng Yi said lightly: "If you are reluctant, I can take back those three points at any time." ”

Classmate Hou finally didn't dare to speak, so he hurriedly said goodbye to them and ran away. With such an unlucky guy in front, the others hid far away one after another, and no longer dared to come forward to provoke them.

After the people who followed him dispersed, Feng Yi turned his head and explained to her: "The physics department has strict assessments, and almost every academic year there are students who are forced to change departments because of unqualified grades. The professors sang blackfaces, and we, the teaching assistants, showed mercy to them in private and gave them a chance. However, sooner or later, they will have to do their own research in the future, and they cannot relax their requirements. ”

Wen Jianning seemed to be a little overly nervous, as if he was worried that she would be angry at the male classmate's teasing, and he didn't want her to think that he was favoritistic or unkind, so he would explain this. She thought for a moment and said, "The physics students are quite interesting, but this is the first time I've seen you like this." ”

Feng Yi carefully observed her expression and made sure that she was not angry, so he put his mind at ease: "After a long time, if you want, maybe we will get to know each other better." ”

After all, Wen Jianning already knew about Feng Yi's life experience as early as last summer. As for the other preferences, although she didn't know much about them now, there was still plenty of time for them to get to know each other.

However, since that day, Wen Jianning has gradually gotten to know Feng Yi's colleagues, come into contact with his friends, and occasionally go to the physics department to find Feng Yi, and the physics students will also greet her in a friendly way.

When she realized this, she found that the relationship between the two had been known by the people around them.

Wen Jianning didn't know whether this change would be good or bad in the future, but at least for now, they were a pair of open lovers, and they could calmly face the eyes of others when they entered and exited, and they could also face the wind and rain in front of them side by side.

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In July of this year, due to the possibility of the Japanese army invading Yunnan at any time, the school did not dare to organize large-scale excursions, including extracurricular expeditions of the Department of Geology and the Department of Biology, and most of them could only be carried out in a place more than ten miles outside Kunming. Wen Jianning took Feng Yi to visit the local Buddhist temple. In the middle of the main hall, the incense mist is swirling, and the Buddha statue is solemn and compassionate.

Although neither of them believed in Buddhism, they still entered incense together and smiled at each other in front of the Buddha.

Despite the urgent situation in Yunnan and the repeated urging of universities to relocate, many universities have not been able to relocate due to a lack of funding and suitable locations. At first, the Ministry of Education planned to move the United Nations General Assembly to Sichuan, but due to the immaturity of various conditions, the first-year freshmen could only be allowed to report to the branch there, and the headquarters remained in Kunming.

These turmoil have little to do with Wen Jianning and them for the time being, and they still go to class and read books as usual. However, due to some well-known reasons, when she went to the teahouse again, she had to say sorry to Ruan Wenyun and them, and turned around to find a teahouse with Feng Yi to sit down. Feng Yi was reading on the other side, she was writing with her head bowed here, and the two did not disturb each other.

Occasionally, when she gets tired of writing, she can see the person opposite her when she looks up.

The afternoon sunlight penetrated the window paper, and the side face of the person sitting on the other side of the square table and looking down at the book was covered with a faint halo, and his focused expression made Wen Jianning put down his pen and held his chin to look at it for a while, and unconsciously lost his mind.

This unwritten practice has continued to this day since they paid their classmates last winter to help with "Wildfire." The poster itself has no income, and the money is all subsidized by Wen Jianning and Zhong Hui. Wen Jianning's living habits are simple, his daily expenses are very small, and he is supported by a generous remuneration, and he has a lot of money at hand, and Zhong Hui has help from his family, not to mention it. Due to the busy affairs of the Zhonghui Society, the management of the accounts was all entrusted to her alone.

However, in the past six months, the price of goods in Kunming has made her faintly uneasy, and she is afraid that the money will become less and less valuable, and she doesn't know how long she and Zhong Hui can last. However, she has never liked to let herself indulge in useless emotions, and after only worrying for a moment, she lowered her head and continued to write articles.

No matter what the future holds, at least for now, she insists on a moment to be a moment, and if she can help one person, she will help one more person.

What Wen Jianning is writing is her latest novel.

Since revising and completing "Wang Clan" last year, she has not written a medium-length novel for nearly a year. After brewing for so long, she finally had an inspiration when she heard Zhou Yinghuang talk about his early experience of being exiled abroad.

The new title is "The Wanderings of a Bitter Child", which happens to be the same name as a work by a French writer, and the content is about what street children see and hear in society. However, this does not mean that Wen Jianning intended to copy other people's writings, in fact, this story structure has a long history in foreign literature, and can be traced back to the rise of vagabonds in Spain in the mid-16th century, all of which use the perspective of the people at the bottom to show social life.

The protagonist is a child who was lost in his childhood, and the old beggar who was picked up was named Ku'er, and after the death of the old beggar who depended on each other, he wandered around alone. The scope of his activities is roughly in the area of Yunnan and Guizhou, and what he has seen and heard is also the current situation in these areas.

Although it is necessary to reflect reality, Wen Jianning does not intend to write too heavy and depressing, but hopes that the style can be brisk and witty. She plans to use this work as a new attempt, trying to blend the styles of new literature and popular literature, and strive to achieve both elegance and vulgarity, which is also related to the current situation of the literary world in the past few years.

Since the beginning of the New Culture Movement, popular literature has always been the last literature that cannot be put on the table of elegance, and has been despised by writers of New Literature. However, since the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War, due to the needs of the united front, this clear antagonism no longer exists. As early as a few years ago, at a literary seminar, the writers of new literature shook hands with the writers of popular literature. Since then, popular literature has rarely become the object of belittlement in domestic literary criticism.

In the past two years, she has keenly noticed that the overall style of domestic literature has gradually become a trend of blending elegance and vulgarity.

This trend is undoubtedly a good thing for Wen Jianning.

Since she was a girl, she imitated the popular tone and published articles in various tabloids, but due to Mr. Qi's dissuasion, she was once troubled by how to choose a writing path. Even if she later embarked on the path of orthodox literature, she would still write some popular literature in private, firstly to make a living, and secondly, to satisfy her own interests.

If the two can converge, she can maintain the ideological and profound nature of new literature while still being accepted by more people, which is undoubtedly the most ideal result for her.

Since she decided to make an attempt, Wen Jianning had to find readers to help evaluate it, and Feng Yi, who was sitting opposite her, naturally became the first reader of this book.

After writing a chapter, Wen Jianning put down his pen and handed the manuscript paper to Feng Yi to read.

Feng Yi read it carefully before telling her how he felt. He is not a literary major, and his interest in this area is limited, and the advice he can give is not theoretical, but purely from the advice of a general reader.

Zhong Hui also had doubts about the professionalism of the two, worried that the two of them would not be able to talk about it. But Wen Jianning felt that it was nothing, the two of them were one and the same, although what they learned was very different, but fortunately, falling in love is not engaging in academic research, and there is no need for two people to study the same things, as long as their concepts are the same, there are enough topics in life to talk about slowly.

If Feng Yi is really a member of the Chinese department, she will have to think carefully about whether to show him. After all, a professional critic can easily discourage the enthusiasm of the creator with nitpicking.

But having said that, after Wen Jianning finished recording his opinions, he suddenly sighed: "It's a pity, you can help me give advice on my manuscript, but I can't seem to give you any useful help." ”

Feng Yi stared at her, and suddenly laughed softly: "You don't have to be sorry for this, compared to your article, what I have learned seems to be useless at this time." ”

(End of chapter)