Wen Baiqing's mother's surname is Ji, and her name is Ji Sujun. It is said that this name was changed after the third uncle rescued her from the kiln, and her original name Wen Baiqing does not remember, only that her original surname is Meng.

Wen Jianning wrote down some of the information he said, kept it for later, and slowly searched for it.

However, this time, Wen Baiqing's school only gave him two days off, and he hurriedly left Hong Kong again at noon the next day.

Shortly after he left, the Wen family finally received a wedding invitation from Shanghai.

The wedding was scheduled for a month later, and only the four Wen sisters were invited on the red gilt invitation, and there was no Wen Jingshu with their names.

Obviously, Feng Ling didn't plan to let these two go and turn her wedding into an occasion for blatant pimping.

Although she had expected it, Wen Jingshu still felt despised and couldn't help but be mean to Feng Ling in her words.

When she said mean things, Wen Jianning and the others happened to be there.

As soon as Wen Jianning raised his head, he happened to see the gloating look in the eyes of Jianwan on the other side. But when she rubbed her eyes again, everyone drank tea and read the newspaper again, as if everything was just her illusion.

She could vaguely feel that after the coming-of-age ceremony, a subtle atmosphere quietly permeated the villa.

Although on the surface, everyone is coquettish and obedient to Wen Jingshu as usual, but everyone seems to have their own ideas in their hearts. Not to mention how unusual it is for the arrogant Jianwan to turn her head and forget about the humiliation of Master Qian, and still happily participate in various dances, even the always quiet and shy Jianxiu occasionally makes her feel a little strange.

The day after Wen Jianning was injured, Jianxiu took the initiative to apologize to her, she also admitted her mistake, and the two quickly reconciled.

But Wen Jianning still noticed that without her noticing, some kind of change had quietly occurred in Jianxiu's body.

At present, I am afraid that one day in the future, even the apparent peace in the villa will not be maintained.

Wen Jianning knew that this day would not be too far away.

...

In the next few days, because Wen saw that Ning Wei had difficulty moving, Zhong Hui, who felt guilty, offered to go to and from school with her every day. During this period, the two inevitably discussed literature and current affairs together on the road, Zhong Hui was quick in thinking, Wen Jianning had unique opinions, the two had a good temperament, and the relationship also heated up rapidly.

Coupled with Jiang Xuwen, who occasionally participated in it, the three gradually formed a small group.

However, Wen Jianning's foot injury has not yet healed, and he is about to leave Hong Kong for a while.

For this trip to Shanghai, Wen Jingshu asked them for half a month's leave from the school. Fortunately, Wen Jianning was prepared, she sent the serial manuscript to Fang Minghe in advance, and then boarded the ship with her luggage with Jianwan.

After many years, Wen Jianning and the others once again stepped into Shanghai.

Compared to the excitement and curiosity when they first came here, the girls are much calmer now.

The eldest lady and the second lady went to the pier to greet them, and the second lady also held a little boy in her hand.

This little boy was born chubby, and it was their little cousin Wen Songfu. In the second year of their arrival in Hong Kong, they saw that Yu had this younger brother. The second wife has only one daughter for many years, and finally gave birth to a son to be able to raise her eyebrows, holding it in her hands all day for fear of falling, holding it in her mouth for fear of melting, and holding him in her arms at the age of five, her feet do not touch the ground.

Wen Jianning subconsciously glanced at Jianyu who was following behind the second wife, only to see that she was always with her eyes down, and there was no smile on her face, as if she was indifferent to the existence of her mother and younger brother.

But Wen Jianning felt that this kind of Jianyu was a little more popular than usual.

When everyone returned to the Wen Mansion, the room had already been arranged.

The girls had a long journey and rested in the house until the evening, when they came out to have dinner with the Wen family.

The eldest uncle and the second uncle are obviously older than a few years ago, but they are in good spirits. Several brothers of the Wen family have grown up to be young people, and like Wen Baiqing, it is time to start a family.

Although the two sides have not seen each other for many years, and only exchange phone calls and letters, the Wen family is very warm to them. No matter what the girls think in their hearts, they all deal with it on the surface.

The meal was enjoyed by the guests and the hosts, and everyone was happy.

Because Wen Jianning and the others arrived early, they have no itinerary these days, and they can play around in Shanghai at will.

Early the next morning, Wen Jianning got up to prepare for a meeting with Mr. Qi.

Although the teacher and student have been exchanging letters, this is the first time they have met in more than six years, and Wen Jianning attaches great importance to it. Before going out in the morning, she deliberately pulled Jianxiu to pick out clothes for her to go out.

After the selection was made, Wen Jianning turned to her and said, "You and Mr. Qi haven't seen each other for a long time, otherwise come with me." ”

Jianxiu shook his head and said, "Forget it, you and Mr. Qi have already made an appointment, it's not good to take me there temporarily." After all, we are all in Shanghai during this time, so let's talk about it later when we have a chance. ”

Since she didn't go, Wen Jianning couldn't be reluctant.

The car in the Wen Mansion sent the two uncles out to discuss business early in the morning, Wen Jianning could only find a way to arrive at the agreed place by herself, and seeing that it was all packed, she said goodbye to Jianxiu and planned to walk to the nearest station to wait for the tram.

Jianxiu persuaded her: "Your foot injury is not completely healed, it is better to call a rickshaw to send you over." ”

Wen Jianning shook his head: "You know, I don't take a rickshaw." ”

This strange habit of hers has been maintained for many years, and everyone in the Wen family villa knows it.

Seeing that Xiu knew that she couldn't be persuaded, she could only stand at the door and watch her limp away.

Looking at Wen Jianning's distant back, she was a little distracted.

When they first arrived in Hong Kong for half a year, because they were not familiar with the place, they did have deep feelings for Mr. Qi. When Mr. Qi was about to leave, he was still uncomfortable for several days.

After Mr. Qi left Hong Kong, at first they often sent her letters, but after six or seven years, no matter how deep their affection was, they gradually stopped writing letters, and only occasionally sent greeting cards to express their hearts during the New Year's holidays.

So far, only Wen Jianning is still in contact with Mr. Qi.

In the past, when she was in Hong Kong, Jianxiu didn't realize what was there, but she watched Jianning go to see Mr. Qi happily, and suddenly felt a little envious of their teacher-student feelings in her heart.

It's not enthusiastic, but it's long-lasting.

She was thinking like this, and when she saw Wan shouting at her to go shopping, the thought was fleeting.

...

Because he went out early, when Wen Jianning arrived at the agreed place, there was still an hour before the meeting time.

Fortunately, she had anticipated this situation and had bought a tabloid from the street to pass the time.

Shanghai's tabloids not only serialized popular news, but also sent lace news and advertisements, and even set up a section dedicated to the literati for scolding. For example, the one she has in her hand has an article criticizing the current Shanghai School writers led by Zhang Liuyu for the smell of paper and copper. The writer is unbridled, laughing and scolding all into articles.

Although Wen Jianning was also one of the targets of the scolding, he also watched it with relish.

She was only halfway through it, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the waiter in white shirt and black pants coming to the table, and subconsciously raised her head and said, "My friend hasn't come yet, so I don't need it for the time being-"

Before she could finish speaking, she saw the woman standing behind the waiter.

Although it has been six years since they were apart, Wen Jianning still recognized who she was at a glance.

Wen Jianning stood up, suppressed the excitement in his heart and said, "Sir, long time no see." ”

Mr. Qi smiled and nodded, motioning for her to sit down together.

From the previous letters, Wen Jianning already knew that after Mr. Qi came to Shanghai, with the help of a friend, he first found a job as a proofreader, and then changed several newspapers one after another, and is now working in a well-known left-wing magazine.

After a few words of greeting between the teachers and students, Mr. Qi smiled and said, "What were you busy with some time ago, and you didn't even write to me." ”

Wen Jianning smiled dryly: "I'm not busy with anything, I remember writing a letter to my husband." ”

She actually didn't know that she could barely pretend to lie to outsiders, but when she lied to people close to her, she was always unavoidably weak-hearted. For example, right now, her eyes are scattered, she is glancing around, but she doesn't dare to look directly at her teacher.

Mr. Qi sighed in his heart, looked at his proud protégé, and reminded him tactfully: "Jianning, you might as well think about it, how long has it been since you sent your homework?"

Her mouth was gentle and not harsh, but it still made Wen Jianning ashamed.

Facing the teacher he had always respected, Wen Jianning couldn't make it up anymore, and after only struggling for a while, he lowered his head and admitted his mistake: "I'm sorry sir, I didn't dare to tell you before, a tabloid in Hong Kong was willing to accept me, so I missed the practice some time ago." When I go back this time, I will definitely make up for what I left behind. ”

Mr. Qi bowed: "I know." ”

Seeing the student opposite raise his head in surprise, Mr. Qi couldn't help but smile dumbly.

Of course she does.

As a student, I have always been conscientious, and I have been sending assignments every month for the past six years, and I have not missed an appointment.

After receiving Wen Jianning's reply that he had a lot of homework during the summer vacation, Mr. Qi became suspicious and was looking for someone to inquire if something happened in the Wen Mansion in Hong Kong.

As soon as he saw the long-lost name of Ming Kan, Mr. Qi quickly introduced a general description of the matter.

Although there are many newspaper operators in Shanghai, everyone knows each other to a greater or lesser extent. Mr. Qi used to stay in several newspapers, asked a friend to inquire, and even contacted Fang Minghe himself. Upon further inquiry, it turned out to be exactly what she had thought.

At first, Qi Peizhen was still happy for Wen Jianning.

Over the years, she has watched the immature graffiti on the letter paper gradually turn into fluent and beautiful words, and Wen Jianning's efforts and talents are all in her eyes. The student can be recognized by others, and she is naturally happy as a gentleman. But it was precisely because of her understanding that Qi Peizhen realized the problem after seeing Wen Jianning's new long story after changing her pen name.

She didn't dwell on the topic, and instead asked, "Jianning, have you ever thought about what career you want to pursue in the future?"

This is the third time that someone has asked about Wen Jianning's future plans.

Wen Jianning said ambiguously: "Probably like you, sir, you will go to the newspaper to be an editor." ”

"Have you considered writing as one of your future directions?"

Wen Jianning said embarrassedly: "I haven't thought about this, but if I have leisure after studying and working, maybe I will write some mandarin butterflies to make a living." I can't write new literature, so it's hard to say what it will be like in the future. ”

She didn't know that her plan was exactly what Qi Peizhen was most worried about.

Perhaps because of this, after Jianning got affirmation in terms of money and other aspects from the tabloids, he would devote himself to it.

However, if we divide the various literati in today's literary world, the tabloid literati are undoubtedly at the bottom. Except for the top few, the tabloid literati have been despised by the new cultural intellectuals since the May Fourth Movement, and even the leading figures of the Mandarin Butterfly School dare not openly admit that they are Mandarin Butterfly writers.

If Jianning is only satisfied with this, I am afraid that her talent will be wasted.

Mr. Qi naturally couldn't watch Wen Jianning go astray and wanted to wake her up. She casually pulled out the tabloid that Wen Jianning had read, glanced at it a few times before putting it down and said, "You should have finished reading this article just now, so it's better to talk about your thoughts." ”

Wen Jianning's face was hot, and he lowered his head and said, "Although this person's words are a little harsh, the truth is correct. After all, the mandarin butterflies can't be on the stage, but they are not all kitsch and obscene works as he said. She spoke so upside down that she didn't even know what she was answering or defending.

Mr. Qi pretended not to see her embarrassment, and asked bluntly: "Since you know that Mandarin Butterfly is not elegant, why do you still want to focus on this?"

At this time, Wen Jianning's face turned completely red, and he could no longer pretend to be calm. She only felt that her face was feverish, and even her forehead was sweating, but she still had to bite the bullet and defend her behavior: "I just, I just need money, so I write this, and the mandarin butterfly is not so low, it can also write about social life, it can also educate the people, and there is no clear distinction between it and serious literature." ”

Mr. Qi knowingly asked, "Yes, do you really think that the former can be confused with the latter?"

Wen Jianning almost buried his head under the table. She didn't believe what she said, at least what she wrote in "The Cry of the Warbler" is about the love between men and women, but she can't see the deep meaning of social life and educating the people. Although it is not obscene and obscene, it is always just a pastime.

She whispered, "I'm sorry, Mr. Qi, I was wrong. ”

Mr. Qi could see that what she said was vague and awkward, and not entirely sincere. It's just that her purpose is not to make students bow their heads and admit their mistakes, but to hope that Wen Jianning can see more things outside this era as soon as possible, and this is far from being clear in three or two sentences.

Rather than stuffing it to Wen Jianning, she hopes that the students can figure it out slowly on their own.

(End of chapter)