Back at the villa, after Wen Jianning sat at the desk and finished his homework as usual, he stared at the spread out manuscript paper in a daze.

Compared with the jerkiness of the first book "Returning the Pearl", the writing process of her book "The Warbler is Tired" is very smooth, and the response from readers is also good, but for some reason, Wen Jianning always feels that something is missing.

At first, she didn't realize that she could open the manuscript paper on time every day, and she could write more than 1,000 words freely. But as the length of the article expanded, the more she wrote, the more she became less energetic, and finally the manuscript she barely wrote was handed over to the newspaper, which didn't even feel that there was anything wrong.

She had written to Fang Minghe to ask for his opinion.

Fang Minghe believes that perhaps because of Wen Jianning's first serialized long story, she may have burnout.

His suggestion was to let Wen Jianning rest for a while and adjust his condition before writing. Anyway, Wen Jianning wrote fast before, and the manuscript she sent was enough for the newspaper to be serialized for a period of time.

Wen Jianning couldn't find any other reason, so he could only think that it was so.

However, she didn't listen to Fang Minghe's suggestion, because she knew that once some things were left behind, it would not be so easy to pick them up again. It's better to wait for the book "Tired of the Warbler" in her hand to be written, and then she will find a way to summarize the problem.

She picked up her pen and began to write rustling.

For some reason, she was in a particularly bad state today. Every time I wrote a few words, I couldn't help but scribble and change, and then the whole person was impetuous, so I simply crumpled the scrapped manuscript into a ball and threw it into the paper basket.

By the time the moon was shining outside the window, the paper basket was full of waste paper, and there were only three lines of words on the manuscript paper in front of her.

For the first time, Wen Jianning felt that writing would be so irritating.

She threw down her pen, went to bed and fell asleep.

When he got up early the next morning, Wen Jianning remembered Zhong Hui's invitation yesterday after reciting the book in the corridor.

She hurried back upstairs to change her clothes and arrived at the agreed meeting place in time.

The club activities of the Wildfire Club this time were initiated from the high school side, and the junior high school led by Jiang Xuwen just went to join in the fun. said that it was a friendship, but it was just going to climb the mountain with the classmates of the drama club and the art club, and taking the opportunity to sweat and talk about art to release the restless hormones of teenagers and girls.

Because there were too many people to wait, the various clubs set off separately and agreed to meet on a hillside.

In early autumn, the foothills are still verdant and yellow. The mountains are bright, and there are many birds and finches perched on the branches of the forest, chirping all the way, so lively.

Wen Jianning once read in a magazine that Hong Kong's geographical location is on the migration route of migratory birds at home and abroad, domestic migratory birds cross south to spend the winter, and Southeast Asian birds will fly north to escape the summer, so the small Hong Kong Island has become a paradise for birds, and there are about 200 kinds of common birds. Along the way, more than a dozen different species of birds flew overhead.

By the time she arrived at the agreed hillside with the members of the Literary Society, the other clubs had already arrived early. The hillside was full of people, the students of the art club had set up their easels under the trees, the students of the drama club were gathered together, and in the middle stood a boy who was reciting poetry impassionedly.

Seeing them coming, the boy who was reciting stopped, and the people who were sitting on the ground also turned their heads.

Wen Jianning saw Yan Tingchen who he saw last time at a glance, as well as Jianxiu who was sitting next to him.

Jianxiu is a member of the art club, and Jianwan is a member of the drama club, and it is normal for them to appear here. On the contrary, Wen Jianning, who rarely participates in this kind of outing, suddenly appeared, caught Jianxiu off guard, and didn't look away at the moment, not daring to look at her with a weak heart.

Yan Tingchen nodded and smiled at Wen Jianning, his expression calm.

Wen Jianning first said hello politely, then walked over and sat unceremoniously between the two. Zhong Hui, who didn't know why, also squeezed down next to Wen Jianning's right hand, and said to Jianxiu embarrassedly to disturb.

In this way, Jianxiu and Yan Tingchen were completely separated.

After the newcomers sat down, the crowd continued to recite poetry.

Someone on the side shouted: "Jianwan, you can also go up and recite the poems you published, let us open our eyes." ”

Following the direction of everyone's coaxing, Wen Jianning saw Jianwan sitting not far away.

After everyone coaxed again, Jian Wan swept the hair around his ears and stepped forward in high spirits.

Because she was born beautiful and sociable, she has always been a popular figure in Nanying Middle School, and recently she has been touted as a talented girl because of her repeated poetry publications, and she is often followed by a large group of suitors.

For example, Wen Jianning saw a somewhat familiar face in the crowd, if she remembered correctly, this tall and thin young man named Lu Jiajun had been following Jianwan all day long since the summer vacation. Even Wen Jianning, a person who doesn't often go downstairs, knows him, which shows how often this person comes to the villa, but he didn't expect him to come with him today.

She was just a blink of an eye, and Jianwan, who was standing in the middle, had already begun to recite the work.

Wen Jianning doesn't understand vernacular poetry, which doesn't mean that no one else understands it.

Zhong Hui, who was beside her, whispered in her ear: "Jianning, don't be upset if I say something." This must be your sister, she's written enough poems—"

In the second half of the sentence, she wanted to say and stopped, but the meaning in her words was obvious.

Wen Jianning thought for a while, and asked in a low voice, "Do you really think it's very bad?"

Zhong Hui gave her a look that you can experience on your own.

Wen Jianning was a little puzzled, if Jianwan's poem was really badly written, why it could still be published in the newspaper repeatedly.

But then Zhong Hui whispered to her: "Jianning, let me tell you something, don't be angry." In fact, the school has been privately spreading that your sister's poems can only be published because they have bought off the editor of the newspaper. ”

Wen Jianning frowned: "Who is spreading this?" ”

Zhong Hui shook his head: "I don't know about this, anyway, several girls have already said it in private." If what they say is true, you'd better persuade your sister. If it's fake, maybe there is something in your sister's poem that I can't see. ”

Listening to Zhong Hui's words, Wen Jianning's heart sank.

Zhong Hui's family is a typical scholarly family, and his ancestors have produced several Hanlin before moving to Hong Kong, and most of the elders in the family are celebrities in Hong Kong's cultural circles. Her father is the editor of Hong Kong's "Ta Kung Pao", and her uncle is even a well-known poet in China.

Zhong Hui didn't need to target Wen Jianwan, and what she said didn't seem to be targeted. After all, my aunt Wen Jingshu is very well-connected, and it is not difficult to buy the editor of the newspaper to publish Jianwan's poems, if the rumors are true-

She only thought about this, and saw that Wan had finished reading.

The surrounding people applauded sparsely, among which Lu Jiajun's applause was particularly hard.

After seeing Wan come down, Zhong Hui took the initiative to get up and go forward to recite poetry, vacating the seat next to him.

Wen Jianning gently tugged on a handful of embroidery, signaling that she had something to say to her.

The two left one after another, until they walked under a big tree, and seeing that there was no one around, Wen Jianning told her what she had just heard.

Unexpectedly, Xiu listened: "I know this." ”

Wen Jianning was surprised: "You know?"

"My aunt and the editors-in-chief of those newspapers all know each other, and when they were talking, they were overheard by Jianyu," Jianxiu sighed and said, "It's just that Jianwan's temperament is not unclear." After telling her, she would only feel that others were jealous. We rashly told the truth, and when my aunt found out, we would inevitably blame us, and Jianwan would only hate us. What's more, the truth of this matter is unknown, as long as there is no evidence, others are just guessing. If you listen to my advice, you will leave this matter alone. ”

Although Wen Jianning didn't agree with her opinion, when she saw that Xiu said so, she could only respond.

The two of them had already come out anyway, so they simply walked and chatted on the hillside.

Wen Jianning asked casually: "That Lu Jiajun is not from our school, I seem to have seen him at the dance before." ”

Jianxiu shook his head: "No, he is a student of South China University." ”

This Lu Jiajun was originally the only son of a Zhejiang official eunuch, and was sent to Hong Kong by his family to study. By chance, he and Jianxiu met first, and then had a little intention of pursuing her. However, at Jianwan's coming-of-age ceremony, after she pulled Jianxiu away from Lu Jiajun, Lu Jiajun fell in love with Jianwan at first sight on the spot, and since then Jianwan has followed him wherever he goes.

It's a pity that there are many suitors around Jianwan, and for Jianwan, it's just another errand that can be called.

Jianxiu had persuaded Lu Jiajun several times, but he was not tired of it, so he could only go with him.

Wen Jianning frowned and said, "When did you have so many friends I don't know?"

Not to mention Yan Tingchen, there is now another Lu Jiajun.

Jianxiu bowed his head and said: "Who told you to stay upstairs all day and refuse to come down, you don't even know what friends I have made." ”

As soon as she said this, Wen Jianning didn't want to say anything more, after all, she was telling the truth.

It can be seen that Xiu suddenly raised her head and looked at her fixedly: "Jianning, we are different from you, you still have Cousin Bai Qing and Aunt Mei Shan to help you talk, you refuse to go downstairs, and my aunt can't help you, but we only have ourselves, so we can only plan early." ”

Hearing this, Wen Jianning's heart was on fire, and he immediately sneered at him: "No, you still have Jianwan, you are the real good sisters." If you have any friends and plans, you don't have to report to me as an outsider, and I won't be sentimental anymore to take care of Miss Wen's affairs. ”

She had never been so angry, and she turned around and walked away.

Seeing Xiu calling out to her behind her: "Jianning-"

Wen Jianning didn't seem to hear it, his pace quickened, and he ran a distance in one go before stopping.

She casually pulled a handful of leaves from the bushes beside her, and slowly dissipated her breath after pulling them in her hands for a long time.

When his mood calmed down, Wen Jianning felt that his reaction was too radical, and he felt a little remorseful. It can be seen that the meaning of Xiu's words obviously did not regard Wen Jianning as her own person, which made her feel a little hurt, and she didn't want to go to Jianxiu to apologize for a while.

When he was irritable, Wen Jianning suddenly heard a bird call, and couldn't help but follow the sound to find it

I saw a fluffing finch in the grass under the trees not far away.

Wen Jianning looked up at the tree in front of him, and sure enough, there was a bird's nest on it, thinking that this chick should have fallen out of the nest, and it was a good thing that it didn't fall into the flesh.

The chicks could not fly because their wing feathers had not yet grown, and they were tired from fluttering a few times, and they curled up in the grass again.

Wen Jianning was squatting on the ground to watch, and Zhong Hui's voice came from behind him.

She ran to a halt and asked breathlessly, "Why did you run so far?" ”

Wen Jianning pointed to the fluffy yellow in the grass.

Zhong Hui snorted, quickly squatted down and asked softly, "Little guy, why are you here." ”

Wen Jianning replied for it: "Maybe it was a blue magpie in the vicinity that did it." ”

The blue magpie is one of the more common birds in Hong Kong, and although it has bright plumage, it is a vicious bird. They have a ferocious temperament, not only can they eat their own chicks when they die, but they also peck at the birds in other nests, and they slaughter countless birds every year.

Zhong Hui nodded when he heard this: "These blue magpies are the most hateful, just like the Japanese, they occupy the land of other people's homes, and they also burn and loot, doing all kinds of evil, which is worse than blue magpies." ”

Wen Jianning looked at her indignantly, a little confused, and she didn't know where it stimulated her again.

After asking, I found out that there were a few Japanese classmates who came to climb the mountain today. When Zhong Hui was reciting the poem, he had an argument with them, and he ran to talk to her when he was out of breath.

She thought for a moment and asked, "Which poem are you reciting?"

Zhong Hui held his head high: ""Song of the Seven Sons", the one in Taiwan. ”

Wen Jianning said in his heart, no wonder.

After the Japanese occupied the northeast two years ago, the situation became increasingly tense.

In last year's Songhu War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, China and Japan fought in the dark, and at the beginning of this year, the Japanese army moved south to occupy Shanhaiguan. Friction between the two countries has led to growing anti-Japanese sentiment among the people.

Mo said that Zhang Liuyu in Shanghai wanted to write a book to scold the Japanese, and even Hong Kong, which is far away in the southeast, is no exception.

In the past few years, the people of Hong Kong have launched many boycotts of Japanese products, but unfortunately they can only end in failure due to various reasons. But the rejection of Japanese people in Hong Kong is growing, even among students like Chung Hui.

In "The Song of the Seven Sons", it is written that Macao, Hong Kong, Taiwan, Guangzhou Bay, Kowloon, Lushun Dalian, and Weihaiwei have lost seven places, and the one that writes about Taiwan is the accusation of the Japanese invaders.

Zhong Huiren was in Hong Kong, but he read the poem from Taiwan, so it is no wonder that the Japanese students reacted greatly.

The two sides debated on the spot, and several of the Chinese classmates took a sideline, accusing Zhong Hui of not substituting personal emotions into such literary exchanges. There are many people on the other side, and it is difficult for others to come out to relax, and they just want to be with the mud. Zhong Hui couldn't argue alone, so he was so angry that he could only run over to talk to Wen Jianning.

Wen Jianning only felt that Zhong Hui was certainly extreme, but at the moment when the national disaster was at hand, the so-called objective and fair words of those classmates made people feel really chilled to listen to it.

Speaking of those people, Zhong Hui couldn't help sneering: "A few of them worked for the Japanese in the "Hong Kong Daily", and they spoke for the Japanese, if Japan invaded Hong Kong in the future, this group of people will definitely be a nest of traitors from old to young." ”

Wen Jianning had also heard rumors that the "Hong Kong Daily" had shares in the Japanese and was specially collecting Hong Kong intelligence for the Japanese in South China.

The topic was more sensitive, and the two didn't talk much about it, and quickly turned their attention back to the chick.

Zhong Hui said worriedly: "What should I do if this little bird falls here, this tree is so high." ”

Wen Jianning stretched out his finger to show her: "You see that branch, if I step on it, I can climb to a high place, and before the mother bird comes back, I will put it back in the nest." ”

Zhong Hui glanced her up and down: "But you can't even step on that branch." ”

The branch that Wen Jianning was referring to was also very high, not only could she not climb it, but even Zhong Hui, who was taller than her, couldn't do it.

The two were about to go back to find someone to help, but they saw Jiang Xuwen coming here.

(End of chapter)