Probably due to some need for secrecy, there was no address on the envelope, and she couldn't guess where he was. However, from the time calculation, the place he went should not be far from Kunming, maybe somewhere in Yunnan Province.

At night, Wen Jianning opened the envelope alone under the dim kerosene lamp, and finally saw the familiar handwriting again.

"Jianning,

On the way out of Kunming, I was always uneasy.

At night, I often tossed and turned in the snoring of the car, and I felt very frustrated. I regret that I shouldn't have left you alone to guard the house, if I didn't know that at least you still have classmate Ruan by your side, I'm afraid I can't help but jump out of the car and become a deserter.

One night, I dreamed that you were working as an interpreter with me, and I woke up in the early hours of the morning to realize that it was just a dream of mine. When I got up, I looked at the faintly white sky in the east, and after thinking about it, I always felt that this dream was very inappropriate. Americans are overly enthusiastic by nature, and you've never been sociable, and working with them is a source of embarrassment. What's more, if you stay with those soldiers all day, I'm afraid I won't be able to do this job quietly.

There was no danger on this road, and there were mountains and dense forests everywhere, and if my plane passed by in the sky, I am afraid that we would not be able to see us. It's just that the road is too bumpy to write to you properly, and it has not been until I have settled down now that I have free up my efforts. I can't reveal too much about the things at the base, but I can only tell you that the work of the translator is very easy, and the food at the base is not too bad, but it is not as delicious as the home-cooked food you taught me to fry.

Everything is fine on my side, it's just too lonely. In addition to my daily translation work, I am very tired of dealing with people, and I don't have much to talk to my colleagues. It's really strange, I've been like this for so many years, but this time I feel that life is difficult, and before leaving, I have told you all the things I can tell you.

At this point, I realized that I had written so many useless words on the letterhead.

You may be shocked when you see it, after all, I always look calm and old in front of you, and you even occasionally laugh at me for being an old-fashioned middle-aged person. But you probably wouldn't have imagined that I myself hated my boring personality, especially in front of you. If you think about it, my cold and sluggish personality may have been able to show its first signs since I was a child.

You've heard about my background. When my mother died, I was still young, and I have no memory of her, the only thing I remember is that on the day of her funeral, countless people hurriedly walked around and walked around in front of the young me. Suddenly, my mother was gone, my sister and my father were gone, and then I was taken by my second uncle, and I didn't cry or make trouble during the whole process, I didn't even ask them where they went, and I didn't grieve about my mother's disappearance. Now that I think about it, the child's ignorance is really a kind of naïve cruelty.

Later, I left home to study in the United States, where there was a lot of discrimination against Chinese people. It was then that I truly understood that the fate of the state and the individual are closely linked. It's just that after seeing the injustices in the world for a long time, it is easy to become very numb, as if even the joys and sorrows are light. After the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War, I was driven back to China by an inexplicable force, followed the United Nations General Assembly to move westward, and disobeyed my family to stay in Kunming.

It wasn't until later that I met you again in Kunming.

When you quietly walked up to the second floor of the library building, when I saw you, you were already a beautiful girl. When you meet again four years later, you may not realize that even if you just don't speak, you are the most unignorable person in the crowd. My eyes have always been drawn by you, and I have been reluctant to leave for a long time.

I still remember that it was always raining in the days when we taught the family hall together, and you carefully avoided the puddles on the cobblestone road while walking with a book under the umbrella, at that time you were light and agile, speaking briskly, responsive and alert, and unforgiving, and the girl who read quietly on the upstairs back then, and the polite and old-fashioned girl in the letter were a little different, but they were clearly a person.

You handed me a handful of bayberry, invited me to eat a bowl of rice noodles, and occasionally asked me to help you write a few words, although it was just a trivial matter between ordinary friends, but my heart was not as calm as it appeared to be, I was always inexplicably nervous, my hands were trembling gently, and I could only look at your side face for a long time, as if I could get a moment of peace. I can't use any boring theories to explain the anomalies in the face of you, so I have to hide my emotions with the usual few words. But your delicate and sensitive, love-hate distinction, still let my emotions break free from those abstract logical symbols, and gradually have concrete sounds and shapes.

At that time, Kunming was very small, and you seemed to run into me often, but Kunming was also very big, and I couldn't run into you every day. But fortunately, we are still slowly getting closer to each other, but suddenly one day, you don't want to pay attention to me.

At that time, I was a little annoyed, probably because I couldn't hide my good mood and showed too many clues in front of you, so you chose not to see me again. I also decided to respect your wishes and not see you again, so that occasionally I saw you and your friends in the distance on the street or elsewhere, and would avoid that road and make a detour and come back. You probably didn't notice anything at the time, maybe for a while, maybe you forgot about me as a person.

I still think it's incredible that we have a marriage contract and become a couple in everyone's eyes, and sometimes I feel a little confused and uneasy, especially when you say thank you politely to me. I treat you well, not expecting you to treat me well, but if you are also willing to treat me well, I should be happy, but sometimes it is not so happy, and I always have to suspect that I am in this despicable way, so that you agree to me in a daze.

When I left, I told you about coming back to get married, just casually, you don't have to be nervous. I was too hasty and unsophisticated when I proposed that day, and those people in my family added a lot of trouble, so when you think it through, it's not too late to hold the wedding.

At this point, I suddenly didn't know how to write it, so this letter had to be here for the time being.

Before leaving, I have already explained some things, but let me repeat them a few more times.

You are in good health, but don't sit at home all day long and bury your head in reading and writing, or sit alone and think about those unpleasant things, occasionally take the initiative to ask your good classmates to go out to climb the mountain, go for a walk by the green lake, maybe there will be new inspiration.

In the past six months, I have seen that your will has gradually become depressed due to the events in school, and I have both grief and self-blame. Your best friend repeatedly asked me to take good care of you when I left, and I always planned to do so, but in the end I still couldn't do anything for you, and now I left you alone in Kunming. I hope you don't blame me, when I go back, I will definitely bring you gifts to make amends, and I will stay by your side for a long time in the future.

By the time I finished writing this letter, the sky outside the window had faintly turned white, and the morning star was hidden behind the clouds. I suddenly remembered that during my summer hike that year, I taught you to recognize the stars in the sky. You're not a sincere student, and you haven't consulted me since. ”

Wen Jianning read the letter over and over again very carefully, sometimes smiling, sometimes pursing his lips, until finally he folded his hands and put the letter on his chest, looked up at the moon outside the window, and subconsciously pursed the corners of his mouth, as if he wanted to hide the smile on his lips.

She put on a coat and walked into the courtyard, and on a September night, the cold was not heavy. A full moon in the sky was as clear as a white jade plate, covered by a light veil of clouds, but it was still bright and bright, and crickets crickets were heard under the courtyard wall, and the sound did not stop.

Wen Jianning only felt that he had never seen such a good moon except for Mr. Qi's house back then.

Thinking of Mr. Qi, she briefly walked away.

On the way to Yunnan, Wen Jianning was looking forward to Mr. Qi coming to live in the rear of Southwest University, but a few years have passed, and now she is about to get married and has a place to stay, but Mr. Qi is still in Shanghai, and the situation is still unknown.

During the days when she lived at Mr. Qi's house, she used to see the moon outside the building as soon as she looked up. At that time, she thought that she now had a whole courtyard of moons, not only moons, but also stars in the sky.

She stood alone in the courtyard and watched the moon for a long time, and only when her mood gradually calmed down did she return to the house and write a reply letter to Feng Yi under the kerosene lamp.

"Ah Yi,

After you left, in addition to asking Jun, old friends from the Chinese Department and some junior classmates often came to talk with me, and I was not alone. I helped prune the camellia you planted in the yard, and I often went to the green lake with Wenyun in the evening, and I didn't hide in the small study all day and didn't ask about the world. I don't really want to go to climb the mountain, and it's too tiring to go alone without you.

I'm glad I heard from you, it's long enough for me to look at it for a long time. It would be great if you could make more friends in the base and write me about the interesting things you heard from them.

Your words remind me of the brief days of our youth, but it seems to me that you are not as cold and dull as you say. After all, if there is only a pool of stagnant water in your heart, then how can I hear an echo.

I thought that the human heart was like an empty valley, and yours was far away, and it would take a long time to hear a distant echo when you shouted out, and a sensitive and thoughtful person like me would stir up a storm at the slightest breeze, and any sound would immediately be heard. When I am distressed by the fact that I am a soldier, and you are lamenting that I have not heard an echo for a long time, does it seem a little funny to look at what we are dissatisfied with about ourselves?

I have always been thoughtful and stubborn, and I have made you worry about me for a long time in the past six months. But because of your explanation, at least I've gradually come out, and I don't have to worry about it all the time as before.

Before Zhong Hui appeared, I couldn't talk to the people in the Mid-Levels Villa, and in my spare time, I could only confine myself in my room to read and read. One of the few moments when you take the initiative to communicate with others is when you write letters to you and Mr. Qi.

Mr. Qi is my most respected teacher, I love her and respect her, but in the end, there is a little distance, only you can be regarded as one of my few friends. You were a very uninteresting person at the time, and your letters were always in a businesslike tone, but you were meticulous in answering every question and every feeling I asked, so I did not hate correspondence with you.

Although I didn't tell you what was in my heart at the time, those trivial feelings at least had an outlet for catharsis. That was the first comfort you gave me, even though none of us realized it at first.

At that time, I had the impression that despite your family background, you seemed to be no different from the male classmates in school. It wasn't until you reminded me of the situation at home and abroad in that letter that your image suddenly grew taller in my heart.

If you had been in front of me at that time, I would have looked up to you with reverence. Still, you were vague and rigid in my mind at that time, after all, we hadn't seen each other for a long time.

Later, we met again in Kunming, perhaps it was really a destiny destined by God.

At that time, we often came out of the Lu Mansion after teaching together, and on the way back to school, you always walked beside me with an umbrella, and the rainy season in Kunming seemed to be endless, and the streets were so long, as if we could go on forever. Your willingness to help us write the poster inscription and give me guidance seems to be just a trivial matter between classmates, but it has eliminated the strangeness and alienation between us little by little. Your peace of mind reassures me, and I instinctively trust in you and want to be close to you, if I have treated you well, it is because you have treated me well. But that wasn't enough, and I hesitated and backed down for a while.

After each siren, watching planes roar in the clouds and bombs falling on the ground, I saw the fragility and impermanence of life again and again, so when you proposed, I nodded yes without hesitation.

In my past ten years, I have never imagined the day when I would get married. During my years at Mid-Levels Villa, I realized that men are mostly frivolous and contemptible, especially when they have other intentions for you. It's probably not rigorous, but I do, and I can't lie to you. Everything I experienced in the past precipitated and formed the person I was at that time.

My precociousness and sophistication have made me rarely have the simple and fiery love of ordinary girls, so that you have such a misunderstanding, and my awkwardness and immaturity have added many twists and turns to the two of us.

The only thing that can be thankful is that after going around and around, we are engaged.

You are my friend, and you have led the way for me, and in the future, you may also need me to pick you up and walk the next journey after ride. The road is long, and I would like to encourage you to do so.

One last thing I need to defend myself, you are not a good gentleman who cares about your students, you have not asked in person in the past, and now you blame me for not being sincere enough?, but what you have taught me, I have memorized, and the rest is only for you to come back and learn again. ”

Since the first correspondence, the two of them have been writing to each other almost every day, often before this letter has been sent, and the other one has come, so that even the messenger has to make fun of her every day when he comes to the door. Perhaps because his mood gradually improved, Wen Jianning finally stopped studying behind closed doors all day, and went to the library with Ruan Wenyun to help.

In addition, she is also immersed in writing.

At first, the artistic attempt of "The Wanderings of a Bitter Child" was not too successful, and because she did not grasp it very well, some critics regarded it more as a work of popular literature, and even analyzed it as children's literature.

Wen Jianning was a little crying and laughing at this, but after thinking about it carefully, there seemed to be nothing wrong.

When she returned to Hong Kong last year, Chung's father asked her if she would like to write a sequel to "The Wanderings of a Bitter Child", but she did not give a definite answer at that time, and it was only recently that she had the idea of continuing it, planning to put the background of the sequel in the Hong Kong Island area that she was familiar with, and write about what she saw and heard when Ku'er was abducted and trafficked there.

Such days lasted until October, when Wen Jianning suddenly received a telegram from the Feng family in Hong Kong, saying that his second uncle was seriously ill in bed, and asked the two of them to come back to see him as soon as possible. Before she could respond, she received a telegram from Wen Baiqing, saying that Liao Jingqiu was recently pregnant and was raising a baby at home in Hong Kong, so that she would accompany her when she had free time at the end of the year.

She simply wrote a letter to Feng Yi first, asking him if she should go back to Hong Kong.

In fact, Wen Jianning really wanted to go back, after all, the second uncle was Feng Yi's closest relative, his old man was sick, and Feng Yi couldn't easily pull away, so how could she, as a junior, go to the bedside to serve the sick. What's more, Liao Jingqiu is pregnant, and Wen Baiqing rarely speaks, these two things happened to collide in one place, and she should go back to Hong Kong.

However, in this matter, you must say hello to Feng Yi first, and then persuade him by the way, so as not to worry about him again.

Feng Yi also saw what she meant, and only said in the letter that if she wanted to go back to Hong Kong, she would go back, and he was indeed a little worried about the second uncle, and it would be good for her to take care of her. As for the rest of the Feng family, she didn't have to care. If you are not happy to live in the Feng Mansion, you can go to the Zhong family to stay temporarily, or book a room at the Repulse Bay Hotel.

Wen Jianning turned his head and finished dealing with the few trivial matters in Kunming, and then embarked on the road back to Hong Kong.

(End of chapter)