A few years ago, Feng Ling came to Hong Kong to join her friends because she escaped her family's marriage contract. In the end, she won a big victory and returned to Shanghai. A few years have passed, as a former student of hers, I heard that she was finally going to get married, and Wen Jianning was also happy for her.

It's just that Feng Ling is going to dance with someone, and she doesn't want to ask too many details.

After a while, Wen Jingshu personally came to the corner and asked Wen Jianning: "I heard that Miss Feng said that she is getting married and plans to invite a few of you girls to attend her wedding, but there is such a thing." ”

Wen Jianning pursed her lips and nodded.

Wen Jingshu was immediately overjoyed, and she didn't care about anything else, so she walked through the crowd and went to see Wan and them to confirm.

Wen Jianning lowered his head, and suddenly felt a little excited.

The dance party did not stop until the second half of the night, and the guests dispersed.

As a member of the main family, Wen Jianning accompanied Wen Jingshu and them to the door to see off the guests.

When the last car left, everyone yawned and walked up the stairs to go back to the upstairs room to get ready for bed.

Seeing that Wan deliberately fell behind, while people were not paying attention, he lowered his voice when he passed by Wen Jianning's side, and said in a cold tone: "Our account hasn't been settled today." ”

She still remembered the slap that Wen Jianning slapped her today, and she didn't know when she remembered it in the future, and she would return it. But she won't tell Wen Jianning when to make a move, she just wants to make this country girl always worried and always watch out for her revenge.

Wen Jianning turned his head to stare at her, his black and white apricot eyes were cold, and he said almost word by word: "I'm waiting for you to come." ”

Seeing that Wan was suffocated by her, she was inexplicably a little timid, and she couldn't speak for a while.

After Wen Jianning left, he saw Wancai gritting his teeth and stamping his feet: "Neuropathy!"

After returning to the room, Wen Jianning turned off the light and lay on the bed, just about to fall asleep, when there was a sudden sound of rustling at the door.

She scrambled to her feet and opened the door.

Jianxiu, who was wearing a nightdress, crept in, until he got into the quilt, and then bit his ear with Wen Jianning and said, "Jianwan must be tired today, I can't get up tomorrow morning, I want to sleep in your room." "Tonight's dance party was too lively, and my face was still hot until now. She couldn't sleep when she tossed and turned in the room by herself, so she simply wanted to come and talk to Wen Jianning.

In the dark, the two sisters lay in a bed, quietly looking at the dark ceiling overhead.

Jianxiu suddenly asked: "What's going on with you today, people are just a joke, you have such a big reaction." ”

She's talking about tonight's banquet.

Wen Jianning said stiffly: "I've always been like this, no matter who says a joke that I hate, I won't give him face." It's about how you and that kind of person you meet. ”

Jianxiu complained in a low voice: "But he is my friend, and you make me lose face by doing this." ”

"You shouldn't have made this kind of friend, he's not a good person. You don't know him—" Wen Jianning wanted to mention the conversation she had heard on the corridor, but then remembered that she had promised someone that she would never leak half a word about this matter. When the words came to his lips, he could only change his words and said bluntly: "In short, you just need to remember that Yan Tingchen is not a good person." ”

When she saw the embroidery tonight, she was really worried that she would be deceived by a playboy like Yan Tingchen.

Seeing that Xiu was silent for a while, he whispered in the dark: "I know." ”

The two of them were silent for a moment, and for a moment, the only sound in the room was each other's soft breathing.

After a while, he still saw the embroidery speak first, and babbled to Wen Jianning about Yan Tingchen's family history.

Yim started from scratch in Nanyang, and later moved to Hong Kong and opened a department store. Yan Tingchen's father, Yan Cheng, even bought the knighthood from the British, becoming one of the local snakes in Hong Kong.

Yan Cheng himself is also amorous, and has been a guest of his aunt Wen Jingshu for many years. There are more than a dozen aunts and wives in the family, and they gave birth to a bunch of female Jiao'e. There is only one Yan Tingchen who is from the fifth aunt, and he is the only male, who has been used to being bad since he was a child, and he is even worse than Lao Tzu. But because the Yan family only has this bloodline, Yan Cheng can only turn a blind eye.

Jianxiu also met him by chance at the ball downstairs this year.

Yan Tingchen is Jianwan's classmate, and his father is still a friend of his aunt and mother, if he hadn't been busy dating girls all day long, maybe Jianxiu would have met him earlier. Although he is a playboy, he is handsome, elegant, and knowledgeable, and he is quite easy to get along with. After dancing a few times, Mixiu also became friends with him.

But they're just friends.

For some of his romantic deeds, I have also heard of embroidery.

Wen Jianning was not interested in this person, and yawned again and again after listening to a few words, so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes. As long as she sees that Xiu knows in her heart, she won't be deceived by this playboy's words.

Just when Wen Jianning was about to fall asleep, he heard Jianxiu's cautious voice again: "What did you think about what you said to Jianwan today." ”

Wen Jianning was so sleepy that he didn't react for a while: "What?"

Jianxiu had no choice but to ask softly: "Jianning, what do you plan to do in the future?" ”

Wen Jianning didn't know the answer to this question, so he could only answer ambiguously: "Let's take one step at a time." ”

Seeing that Xiuxiu wanted to speak a few times, he only said in a low voice: "I think it's better for us to make plans early." ”

Wen Jianning was really sleepy, and he muttered a few times and didn't move.

There was the sound of soft, even breathing, and the person next to him was asleep.

Seeing that Xiu had the heart to say a few more words to Wen Jianning, she also understood the tiredness of being forced to stay at the dance all night, so she could only open her eyes alone and look at the dark night overhead.

Jianxiu knows that she has never been a very courageous person.

She is not the same as Jianning.

For example, in the same matter of treating Jianwan, Jianning was too lazy to worry about Jianwan, but she really didn't dare. When she was a child, she didn't dare to resist Jianwan, and when she was older, she didn't dare to easily disobey her will. This is still the case for his sisters, not to mention the Wen family, who raised them like canaries.

Even though she knew that this gorgeous house and clothes were all chains carefully made by Wen Jingshu and them, she still didn't dare to imagine the days after flying out of the golden cage, and even trembled just thinking about it.

Just as she was thinking, Jianning beside her turned over and fell asleep outside the bed with his back to her.

Seeing Xiu sighed lightly, he also turned around and closed his eyes to the other side.

...

After the coming-of-age ceremony at the age of sixteen, Jianwan was able to participate in various social occasions with her aunt and her aunt.

She seemed to have forgotten all the unpleasantness on the day of the coming-of-age ceremony, curled her hair ends, put on lipstick and wore high heels, attended various dances all day long, and spoke and behaved as if she had become an adult.

That afternoon, Wen Jianning was called out of the room by the maid for afternoon tea as usual.

Wen Jingshu and the others rarely had no card game invitation today, and they were also sitting on the sofa downstairs.

Wen Jianning glanced at it a few times and found that only one Jianwan was missing. But she didn't think much about it, just sat down and drank tea and snacks with everyone.

After a while, I saw Wan Chunfeng walking into the living room quickly, standing in front of everyone and holding his hands behind his back and said reservedly: "Everyone, I have a very important thing to announce today. ”

Everyone stopped very embarrassedly and watched Jianwan speak.

Seeing Wan, she took a deep breath and thought about it for a long time, but she didn't think about how to speak. She thought about it for a while, and simply took out the newspaper hidden behind her and handed it to the nearest Jianxiu.

Jianxiu took the newspaper and looked at it, and belched just right: "It's Jianwan's poem that has been published." ”

Everyone came over to see the excitement, and the newspaper really had Wan's name on it, and the small column signed by it happened to be a small poem.

At this moment, even Wen Jianning, who didn't care about it, was also attracted over.

The newspaper that Jianwan brought back is called "Sing Tao Evening News", although it is only two words different from Wen Jianningtou's "Sing Tao Miscellaneous Talk", but its status is different. The former is at least a serious newspaper, while the latter is nothing more than a tabloid that can't be on the table.

Wen Jianning thought that Jianwan was going to write poems on a whim some time ago, but she didn't expect her to be a blockbuster. Thinking that there is no news about her submission yet, she is inevitably a little depressed, and she can't even hear what everyone is talking about.

When she came back to her senses, she heard Jianxiu ask curiously: "I heard that writing articles is very profitable, how much do you get?"

mentioned this, Jianwan couldn't help but show a look of regret: "The newspaper only gave five yuan for the manuscript, although it was small, but it was barely enough for me to buy a celluloid hairpin." ”

Everyone discussed again, but Mei Shan sighed first: "It's a pity that this issue of the newspaper came out late, otherwise it would be meaningful if it could be published on the day we saw the coming-of-age ceremony." ”

As soon as she said this, the others also felt pity for Jianwan. After all, seeing that Wan loves to be in the limelight like this, how can she not regret missing such an opportunity to show herself.

When everyone was still amazed at Jianwan's poems, only Wen Jingshu never spoke, but gracefully picked up the gold-painted white porcelain cup and wiped away the casual smile on the corner of his mouth.

At this time, a maid wearing an emerald blue jacket and pants came to the living room: "Third Miss, here is your letter." ”

Wen Jianning got up from the sofa and went to take the envelope. As soon as she turned around, she found that everyone had stopped to look at her.

She said calmly: "It's a letter from Mr. Qi from Shanghai." ”

In fact, Wen Jianning glanced down at the words on the envelope, knowing that it was sent from that newspaper. But she knew that if she told the truth, she was afraid that she would be the next person to be watched on the spot. For some reason, she doesn't want anyone to know about her submission, especially if she doesn't know the results yet.

When everyone heard this, they stopped paying attention and turned their attention back to the poem published by Jianwan.

Wen Jianning didn't participate in the discussion, only talked to Wen Jingshu, and went straight upstairs.

Downstairs, there came a humble voice: "I just wrote a few sentences casually, and I was lucky to be taken by others." Poetry is easy to write, but three or five lines of words is not as good as a long speech, just write thousands of words, and I don't know when I want to write it, or if I can print it in the newspaper in my lifetime. ”

And Wen Jianning's pace did not pause at all.

She stepped up the final step and turned into the hallway, leaving all the sounds behind her.

After returning to the room and closing the door, Wen Jianning pulled out a chair and sat down at the desk. The envelope is made of brown brown kraft paper, strong and crisp, with a signature from an editor of the newspaper surnamed Fang, and the pen is strong and powerful, very standard.

Wen Jianning took a deep breath, and then opened the envelope.

As soon as the letter was pulled out, and before she could unfold it, the money inside fell out first.

Wen Jianning was stunned for a moment, and then his heart swelled with ecstasy.

She abruptly got up from her chair and paced the room a few times at a rapid pace, almost jumping up and shouting out the window. Considering that she would be heard by the people downstairs, she finally suppressed her impulse, but she still couldn't hold back her excitement and rolled back and forth on the bed.

When her mood finally calmed down, she sat back at her desk and unfolded the letter and read the letter carefully.

The person who wrote the letter was an editor of the newspaper, whose surname was Fang, and his handwriting should be a man. In the letter, the editor informed Wen Jianning that her manuscript had been taken and that the newspaper would not be printed until the next issue, so it had not yet been published.

As for the manuscript fee, the newspaper gave a price of 1,000 words.

Wen Jianning once heard Mr. Qi say that the current manuscript fee is generally between one and five yuan for 1,000 words, and usually only famous artists can get a price of more than four yuan. However, most of them are the prices of prose and short stories, and the price of long stories will be lowered, although the thousand words and hexagons are not high, but they are considered a good treatment for Wen Jianning, a newcomer in the literary world.

Her book is almost more than 10,000 words, but the letter is accompanied by a ten-dollar bill. The other party also proposed at the end of the letter that he wanted to meet her at another time and place.

(End of chapter)