Ruan Wenyun glanced at Wen Jianning when he heard Feng Yi's name.

But by the time Wen Jianning introduced the two, she had returned to her usual look.

Not long after the three of them sat down, Zhong Hui and Feng Xin finally came over panting with their bookcases.

This is the place where they have made an appointment in advance, and every time the air raid sirens go off, everyone will come here to meet no matter where they are in class. Zhang Tonghui happened to be helping out at this stall, and they could also take care of the business by the way.

It's just that today, before Zhong Hui got closer, he saw an uninvited guest next to the table they often occupy. The other party was a young man in a gray robe, with clear eyebrows and handsome eyes, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a calm and indifferent temperament, looking like a young teacher in the school, which made her feel a little familiar.

Wen Jianning generously introduced: "This is Feng Yi I mentioned to you earlier. ”

She knew very well that instead of letting Zhong Hui think about what was useful or not, it was better to take this opportunity to let her see Feng Yi in person.

Zhong Hui heard her say that the two happened to meet in class, and he was still a little suspicious. But after looking at it for a while, I found that these two people had clear eyes and frank demeanor, so I had to believe that they really didn't have half of the signs she imagined.

However, she was still a little reluctant to give up, and asked Feng Yi about the situation of the two of them.

Feng Yi was not angry, and answered her one by one seriously and patiently, and his voice was always clear and warm: "...... My sister used to be an English teacher at Jianning, and at first she only met by accident, but she didn't know the name. Later, at my sister's wedding, I really became friends. Later, when I went abroad, I could only exchange letters. ”

“...... Yes, there was a break in the middle. At that time, I returned to China in a hurry, and I didn't have time to write a letter, but I didn't expect to meet in Kunming later. ”

Wen Jianning couldn't help it, and kicked Zhong Hui several times under the table, but she still didn't realize it.

When Zhong Hui asked where the Feng family's ancestral home was, Wen Jianning couldn't help but kick her again. Probably because she was using too much force, this time Feng Yi, who was sitting opposite her, finally couldn't help but look up at her in surprise.

Wen Jianning instantly understood that he had just kicked the wrong person, and hurriedly lowered his head and continued to pretend that he didn't know anything, but the roots of his ears were almost red, almost spreading to his neck. Feng Xin, who was secretly observing them next to him, happened to see this scene, and looked at Ruan Wenyun, who put down the pen and moved his wrist, and the two smiled tacitly.

Fortunately, Zhong Hui still knew how to measure, and finally stopped.

When the air raid siren sounded, Zhong Hui happened to be in the dormitory to post a poster, so when he ran the alarm, in addition to the bookbox, he also brought the unfinished poster with him. Everyone can take advantage of this free time to report tomorrow's issue.

Feng Xin helped to design the layout with a pencil outline, Zhong Hui proofread and revised it at the end, Ruan Wenyun was responsible for transcribing the articles that had already been written, and as for Wen Jianning, she had to continue the ending of several articles that had not yet been written, as well as the ones that were being prepared recently. Everyone had a clear division of labor, and they all buried themselves in action, but they forgot about Feng Yi next to them.

Until he reminded him, "Is there anything you need my help with?"

Everyone looked at each other for a while, and Ruan Wenyun asked, "How is your calligraphy handwriting, otherwise come and help me copy the article together." ”

The whole dormitory recognized her as the most beautiful, so the boring task of copying was on her alone. Although sometimes other people come to help, most of the time she is alone.

Feng Yi hadn't spoken yet, but Wen Jianning naturally answered: "He's fine." When she was teaching at the Lu family, she had seen him write the little boy's handwriting in large characters, the handwriting was straight and strong, and it looked like he had worked hard.

After hearing this, Ruan Wenyun hurriedly urged: "Come and help me write the word 'wildfire' on the masthead, I always can't write well." ”

Under the gaze of everyone, Feng Yi wrote down these two words according to his words.

Everyone came over to see, Ruan Wenyun's wrist strength was insufficient, no matter how big and eye-catching these two words were, they would inevitably seem too delicate, and they were written by someone with deep skills, and the momentum instantly jumped on the paper.

Ruan Wenyun couldn't help but feel a little pity: "Such a good word, it's a pity that it's not good to trouble you to help every day." ”

Zhong Hui glanced at Wen Jianning and said, "Yes, it's a pity." ”

Feng Yi didn't respond directly in a big way, and waited quietly for her to speak.

Wen Jianning also felt that it was not good to always trouble people like this, but he still opened his mouth and begged: "If you are not busy on weekdays, can you help us copy a few strokes recently? Go back and let Wenyun practice in private, you can help point out one or two, and there will be no need to trouble you in the future. ”

Ruan asked Yun to cry out for himself: "Why am I again? No, no, I can't change it, let's apprentice a few of you." ”

Without waiting for Wen Jianning to look at them, Zhong Hui and Feng Xin said in unison: "No, I'm too busy with club activities." ”

Does she look idle.

Wen Jianning was about to settle accounts with them with raised eyebrows, but he heard Feng Yi say: "You are suitable for the post of Linliu Gongquan." ”

She was speechless at this time, and looked at Feng Yi who was sitting on the other side dumbfounded.

In the end, the result of the discussion was that Wen Jianning took the time to post, and Feng Yi was on the side to help guide them, they already had to meet once every three days because of the Jiaojia Pavilion, and now there are weekly elective classes, and she can also turn in her homework. Wen Jianning, who had already become half an apprentice, invited a pot of tea and a bowl of rice noodles across the bridge as an apprenticeship, and Feng Yi did not refuse, and happily accepted.

The late spring sun shone quietly on this clearing in the pine forest, and the big iron pot on the stall boiled water, bubbling and bubbling, and the steaming water vapor continued to rise and dissipate into the blue sky. The mountain is so empty, and the discussion of classmates next to it, the voice of passers-by, and the cries of several families eating and selling are not disturbing.

The people divided up and went about their own business, and for a time no one spoke.

Feng Yicai copied half of the article, and was suddenly poked lightly.

He turned his head slightly, and the girl named Zhong Hui quietly reminded him: "You sit on our side for a while, don't disturb her for a while." If someone disturbed her while Jianning was working, it would be scary for her to get angry. ”

Feng Yi couldn't help but glance at Wen Jianning, she was writing with her head down, looking at the manuscript paper with an extremely focused expression, her brows were sometimes furrowed, sometimes stretched, and she didn't hear what they were saying.

He smiled and continued to read the next article to be transcribed.

Although it had been two years, he still recognized Wen Jianning's handwriting at a glance.

Just now he said that she was suitable for the willow body, not just a mouthful.

Although he could see that although she had not practiced calligraphy seriously, the characters had a kind of hardness that penetrated the back of the paper. This kind of rigidity was still immature and stubborn when she was young, but in recent years, there have been faint hints of the beginning of her character. She has always been smart, and if she is willing to practice hard, she will surely achieve something in time.

He began to transcribe as he took a quick look at the article.

The article in hand is different from the previous review written by others, but it is only a review of Dickens.

In Feng Yi's impression, she was interested in literature at an early age, and now she is a student of the Chinese department, so it is normal to write this. When the two exchanged letters across the Pacific Ocean, Jianning often asked him to help buy some books in the bookstore there, and occasionally talked to him about foreign writers.

It's a pity that he wasn't interested in those at that time, and he was focused on the laboratory, but he was taught by the elders of the family when he was a child, and he knew some about traditional scriptures, so I don't know if she would be interested in them.

The thought just swirled in his mind and wandered away.

In the eyes of outsiders, Feng Yi is still sitting quietly at his desk copying articles, and his pen is like flowing water.

Everyone worked together and quickly finished the poster, and took their books and notes to review their homework. Fortunately, Feng Yi also brought a copy with him when he went out today, so he wouldn't borrow a book from Wen Jianning and them.

As the days progressed, there were more and more students coming to this open space, and from time to time someone would come to greet Feng Yi, some called Assistant Teacher Feng, and some called Senior Brother, all of whom seemed to be students from the Department of Physics.

Zhong Hui took advantage of Feng Yi's inattention and quietly told Wen Jianning something.

In the Faculty of Science at the United Nations University, the rigor of the Physics Department has always been notoriously rigorous. Anyone with a score of less than 70 in physics on weekdays cannot stay in the physics department. However, exams are difficult and frequent, and students are forced to change departments every semester. For some people who hovered above and below the horizon, Feng Yi occasionally showed mercy to the other party, so some students in the physics department were grateful to the young teaching assistant.

However, Feng Yi is not completely accustomed to them, when it should be tight, when it should be released, it will also be open, public and private are clear, plus he has a solid academic knowledge, after a long time, the students in the physics department admire this young brother very much.

Wen Jianning pinched her hard, gritted his teeth and said, "Since you know so much, what are you asking people about?"

Zhong Hui whispered for mercy, and the two laughed again.

The weather in Kunming today is excellent, with clear skies and cloudless skies. The cuckoos hidden in the forest are calling, and the mountains and fields on the outskirts are full of spring. The haze of war never seemed to appear in the sky over this land.

It was not until late evening that the air raid sirens were lifted.

After that day, Feng Yi really fulfilled his promise, and while taking time to come over every day to help with copying, he would also supervise Wen Jianning's post.

Wen Jianning remembered the days when she first practiced big characters with Mr. Qi, because the writing was very ugly, Mr. Qi would always use a red pen to circle the well-written parts on the writing paper to show her encouragement. At that time, she was still young, and although there were only a few red circles on a large letter, it was like a plum blossom blooming on the branches, which made her whole heart jump, so she made rapid progress.

Later, Mr. Qi left, and no one urged them to practice calligraphy. At that time, she and Jianwan were not ugly in their handwriting, and her aunt Wen Jingshu only cared about letting people teach them piano, dancing and etiquette, and did not care about these things anymore.

However, Feng Yi's approach is the opposite of Mr. Qi's.

The first time he turned in his homework, he was very strict with her red circles full of paper, circled all the things that she didn't write well, and called her back to practice again, even on the second and third days. But when she was a little depressed, Feng Yi compared her previous words to her, and she really improved a lot.

Only then did Wen Jianning realize a little bit of the complicated feelings of the students in the Department of Physics about Assistant Professor Feng.

On the other side, under the wall where they used to post posters, there was also a long and tall figure stopping.

Although they set up posters to publish articles in order to show more people, for some reason, Wen Jianning was always embarrassed, and occasionally stepped forward to ask his opinion, but in the end he was still embarrassed to ask.

The days passed quietly in the day after day in class, calligraphy and posting, and the spring in Kunming in March and April was just right, and the flowers and trees everywhere were lush. There was a dirt slope near the girls' dormitory that was covered with woody flowers, and the pale yellow and snow-white ones were densely blooming, and they were blooming very well. Except for occasionally soaking in water with honeysuckle and chrysanthemums, Wen Jianning has always been indifferent to these flowers and plants, and he can't help but pinch a few empty inkwells filled with water and raise them, which can bloom for many days.

Occasionally, when I look up when I am tired of reading, I feel much more relaxed.

One day, when she was crouching down at her desk reading a reference book as usual, Zhong Hui came back from outside.

She went out early in the morning to participate in the activities of the drama club, and when she came back, she found that everyone had no classes today, so they were all hiding in the dormitory to read, and casually asked if anyone had bought today's "Today's Review".

After the university moved to Kunming, the professors not only published their opinions in the original local newspapers and periodicals, but also organized new newspapers and magazines on their own, and the "Today's Review" was one of them, which published many of the professors' current review articles, and each issue of the University students competed to buy. In order to save money, most of the newspapers and magazines they bought in their dormitories collectively paid for a copy and circulated it in their own hands.

No one has read the copy of "Today's Review" that Zhang Tonghui bought today, Zhong Hui took it to his desk and sat down, looked at it and suddenly slapped the table heavily: "I'm so angry! How can this Professor Tang write such a bullshit article!"

(End of chapter)