After Feng Ling left, listening to Wen Jingshu and Mei Shan's chat, Wen Jianning knew the origin of this new teacher.

Feng Ling was born in the Feng family, one of the largest families in China, and her ancestors can be traced back to hundreds of years ago, stretching for a hundred years in the local area, and there have been countless officials and scholars in the past dynasties. To this day, there are many children in important positions in the authorities, which can be described as a huge lineage and profound heritage.

She is the eldest daughter of the third room of the family, and she is nineteen years old. The family had already set up a family affair for her, but she was strongly opposed by Feng Ling herself.

Feng Ling is not the kind of small jasper who is confined in a small portal and has never seen the world. She stayed abroad with her father when she was young, and she is a new woman with a new education and the pursuit of independence. In order to express her strong dissatisfaction and resistance to the arranged marriage, Feng Ling ran away from her home in Shanghai and came to join a friend in Hong Kong, where she met Wen Jingshu by chance at a banquet.

When she ran away, she didn't have much money with her, and her family directly cut off her financial resources, so she could only rely on friends. Recently, the jewelry on her body has almost been sold, and she is worrying about the problem of financial resources.

Wen Jingshu moved her mind when she heard about her situation.

She knows very well that this kind of pampered girl who has been pampered since she was a child will not be able to endure hardships and turn her head to reconcile with her family in a short time, so she intends to use the name of a tutor to make a personal favor with her, and maybe she can form a good relationship with the Feng family in the future. Even if it doesn't work, there's nothing to lose in the end.

Feng Ling was really happy when she heard this, and agreed to come down, which is why she has today.

In the afternoon, Mr. Qi also came to class.

Mr. Qi was not upset when he heard that the little girls liked the new English teacher, but just told them that they must learn well from the new teacher, and then continued the class.

The day's lessons ended quickly.

Mr. Qi was packing up his books and preparing to leave, Wen Jianning paced in front of her with his hands behind his back, raised his head and looked at her: "Sir, I have something I want to tell you." ”

After listening to Wen Jianning's words, Mr. Qi confirmed again: "Do you want to write an article?"

Wen Jianning nodded vigorously.

It's a good thing for students to be motivated.

Mr. Qi happily asked, "Then do you write poetry, prose, plays, or novels?"

Wen Jianning opened her mouth and was speechless for a while, she hadn't had time to think about this issue yet.

But she still said decisively: "Definitely don't write poetry!"

Wen Jianning's original knowledge of Chinese was taught by the Ming Li family. Ming Li's mother's family had fallen many years ago, and after marrying Ming Gui, he was even more destitute, working all day for a living, and he had long forgotten what he had learned. What Wen Jianning was taught, she could remember a few words and occasionally bluff people, but it was definitely not possible to really investigate knowledge.

During this time, under the guidance of Mr. Qi, Wen Jianning was able to read through the not too obscure ancient texts, but he still only knew a little about poetry. She could dimly perceive that the poems were beautifully written, but as soon as she heard Mr. Qi talk about those plain rhymes, she knew how difficult it was to write poems, so she immediately ruled out the most difficult option for her.

After thinking about the book "Spring Oriole" that played people around, Wen Jianning said to Mr. Qi: "Sir, I want to write a novel." ”

Mr. Qi nodded, and then asked, "What kind of story do you want to write, short, medium, or long?"

Wen Jianning was speechless.

Mr. Qi had a smile in his eyes: "So that is to say, you didn't think about what story to write, so you came to me first." ”

was pointed out by Mr. Qi, Wen Jianning was embarrassed to find that she was just hot-headed for a while, and she didn't even think about what to write.

Mr. Qi pondered for a moment before he said, "That's it, I'll bring some newspapers tomorrow, you can take them back, read them carefully, and then tell me when you have an idea to put down your pen." ”

On the second day, when Mr. Qi came to class, he brought a thick stack of newspapers.

It is not accurate to say that it is a newspaper, it should be a newspaper clipping made by Mr. Qi over the years, and it has been pasted on the book according to time and category.

Wen Jianning happily held the newspaper clippings and sent Mr. Qi to the door, watching Mr. Qi go away.

turned around and was about to go upstairs to the room, but saw Wen Jianwan blocking the handrail of the stairs, looking at her with a pair of phoenix eyes arrogantly: "What did Mr. Qi give you?"

Wen Jianning said: "Mr. Qi said that my country's literary background is not good, so I read more books and newspapers on weekdays, so he gave me her newspaper clippings." "Mr. Qi did say that it was not good to see Ning's foundation, and he did let her read more books and newspapers. It's just that why she suddenly reads the newspaper is not something that can be told to her.

Wen Jianwan walked up and looked at what she was holding in her arms, and there were indeed a bunch of useless newspaper clippings inside.

Although she still had some doubts in her heart, she had already gone for the most part, and said in a contemptuous tone: "It's not that there are no newspapers at home, you want to take Mr. Qi's things, and it's really a country girl with shallow eyelids." ”

After seeing Wan, he clapped his hands and turned to leave.

Wen Jianning said as usual, and she forgot what she said.

In the following days, Mr. Qi talked more about extracurricular knowledge after class every day, saying that it was to increase their knowledge. Whenever this time came, Wen Jianning would listen attentively. Regardless of whether you can understand it or not, try to memorize it.

She could hear that Mr. Qi had specially told her that these were all things that Mr. Qi had specially told her.

Mr. Qi said that since ancient times, China has regarded poetry and writing as the right way, and novels are just the last stream. However, in modern times, the situation in the domestic literary world has undergone earth-shaking changes. The status of the novel has risen to an unprecedented level. The literary genre with the widest audience and the best development in China today is exactly the novel that Wen Jianning wants to write.

Under the novel, there are various categories. Nowadays, there are two schools of Chinese novels: one is orthodox, taking the path of serious literature, which is now developing in full swing in the interior, and various literary schools and creations are springing up like mushrooms after a rain; and the other is the old-style Mandarin Duck and Butterfly School, which has fallen behind in the debate with the former a few years ago and is declining, but it still occupies a considerable part of the market among the general public. For example, my aunt Wen Jingshu likes to read tabloids, and most of the novels serialized on them are the latter.

Most of the novels published nowadays are published in newspapers. If the response is good, the newspaper will consider publishing a single book. Therefore, if you want to publish an article, you must first study various newspapers and periodicals.

In the early years, there were only English-language newspapers and periodicals in Hong Kong, and at that time, there were few residents on the island, and the level of education was not high, and few Chinese people could understand it. It was not until a later governor of Hong Kong appropriated money from the funds of the church school to vigorously develop the newspaper industry, and the newspaper gradually developed here.

After more than half a century of development, Hong Kong once became the national newspaper center, and it is only in recent years that the newspaper center has gradually shifted to Shanghai, but Hong Kong's local newspaper industry is still thriving. Because the general atmosphere here is relatively relaxed compared to the domestic one, as long as it does not affect the colonial policy of the British, no one cares about it at all. Therefore, from various political publications to various tabloids circulating in the market, there are many kinds of newspapers in Hong Kong.

Wen Jingshu and the others are not people who care about the economy and people's livelihood, at best, they just subscribe to a few gossip tabloids, and read lace news and popular novels in their spare time as a pastime. There are many such tabloids in Hong Kong, like leeks after spring rains, one after another. Although it came out quickly, it would soon go out of business due to lack of funds, and in a few days a new newspaper would appear on the same street.

The small registration for the serialization of "Spring Yingying" is "Wind and Moon Miscellaneous", and it is not a serious newspaper when I hear it. Except for a column serializing this popular novel, most of the rest are lace news from the upper class.

Although Wen Jianning was dizzy when he heard it, he quickly understood one thing.

- She wants to make a big name by writing novels, but I'm afraid it won't be something that can be done overnight.

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Writing a novel was just a sudden idea of Wen Jianning, and when she calmed down, she realized that her idea was a little too taken for granted. But since I have already told Mr. Qi, it is not good to retreat again.

But Wen Jingshu arranged too much homework for them, so she could only occasionally take the time to flip through the notes and materials that Mr. Qi gave her, and the matter of writing a novel could only be postponed again and again, and she never started writing.

Wen Jianning didn't expect that her delay would be in March of the following year.

During this period, Jianwan and her sisters spent the first New Year in Hong Kong that was not spent in the Wen family's old house.

In the first year of coming to Hong Kong, not only did they not take them back to their old house, but even the second wife did not want to come to pick up Jianyu, only Wen Baiqing, a boy, went back to Huaicheng, and several girls seemed to be forgotten by the Wen family.

On the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, several children were in a low mood, none of them kept the old age, and went back to their rooms upstairs early to sleep.

After the Chinese New Year, Wen Jingshu and the others began to drink and have fun all day long.

Even if I didn't understand it when I first came, after a long time, several little girls understood it.

Their aunt and Mei Shan are probably not good people. The most important pastime of the two of them throughout the day was to spend all day drinking, gathering men and women like them to participate in various social activities.

Wen Jingshu and Mei Shan don't hide their behavior, and they don't shy away from talking about men in front of the children, but they never let them go downstairs when they have a banquet downstairs, saying that it's not good for children to see too much, and they won't let them participate in the dance until they are older.

Every night, when Wen Jianning and her sisters were upstairs reviewing their homework, they would dance or play mahjong downstairs.

If it's just a mahjong game, it's just a loud shuffle, and the sound of talking can't be heard upstairs, and what they are most afraid of is the dance party below.

On the night of the ball, the gramophone in the living room played all kinds of music, sometimes jazz, sometimes classical, and the silky music was like vines down the window, climbing the stairs, and going upstairs hundreds of times, itching straight to the ears, making people involuntarily imagine what the downstairs drinking party should be like.

On weekdays, Wen Jianning also likes songs played on the gramophone, but when she memorizes words, she only feels noisy, so she can only plug the ears with cotton balls. But she could still hear the music drilling into her head unremittingly, and she couldn't stop it. Back and forth, she simply threw the cotton ball aside, and relied on a willpower to fight against the voices.

It's certainly not easy.

At first, she quickly drifts away unconsciously, and her thoughts drift far away with the music.

It took a long time for her to get used to it.

Later, no matter what he did downstairs, Wen Jianning could read wholeheartedly.

However, it was also quite a long time before she could do it, and for now, Wen Jianning was still overwhelmed, so she could only read the words aloud in the room against the voices downstairs.