Wen Jianning was a little surprised, and didn't understand why he suddenly said that.

But listening to him continue, she gradually understood. Feng Yi's research direction is nuclear physics, which belongs to one of the top disciplines of this era at home and abroad. However, their country is in turmoil, unable to organize large-scale experimental research, and even basic equipment cannot be guaranteed.

Under such circumstances, it is almost impossible for him and his colleagues to apply what they have learned.

Wen Jianning could imagine their confusion, just like the man in Zhuangzi's fable, who learned the art of slaying dragons, but was dazed to find that there were no dragons in the world.

But she thought about it for a while and talked about another thing: "In our first year at the United Nations General Assembly, Zhong Hui once came to me and told me that she wanted to change departments, go to the Department of Foreign Languages or any other department, and she just didn't study literature anyway. ”

Feng Yi guessed that she probably wanted to comfort him, and asked very cooperatively, "And then, why did she stay again?"

Wen Jianning began to explain to him in a rambling manner.

In fact, not only their Chinese department, but also many students in the Faculty of Arts have to painfully discover one thing in the past few years, compared with their science and engineering students, what they have learned is of little value to the country. Science and engineering can make strong ships and cannons, but they can only talk about it. It's just useless to the country, even for themselves.

Students in the Department of Foreign Languages are also considered to have a skill, but subjects such as Chinese and history can only be buried. After all, no matter what era it is, there are very few people who can really engage in creative and academic research.

But Wen Jianning had some other ideas.

She acknowledges that the humanities are far less practical than the sciences and engineering in wartime, but that a country cannot always focus on its immediate interests, and that the impact of the humanities will not be seen for many years, and that it will be more protracted and far-reaching.

But at present, it is understandable that some students from poor families turn to practical subjects for the sake of livelihood, but in this case, there are always people who have to do some "useless work", so that culture can be passed on from generation to generation.

Zhong Hui heard her say that what the students of the Chinese Department have learned, although it is not effective in the short term, in the long run, after it is more meaningful to the country and the nation, she will never mention changing majors again.

Although this is not exactly the same as Feng Yi's current situation, there are similarities.

Her dark eyes were soft and bright, like a lake full of stars: "...... There will always be a day when the country will be in ruins, and sooner or later it will require large-scale research to grasp the future. Isn't it great that you have a bright future ahead?"

Feng Yi looked at her quietly: "Jianning, do you believe that we will really have the day when we will drive away the invaders?"

This battle has been fought for three years, and many people have become a little numb from the initial confidence, and most of the country has been lost, and even if they occasionally win battles, they have also paid a heavy price. There is no end in sight to the victory over the enemy, some are pinning their hopes on Britain and the United States, others are looking for help from Moscow, and others are finally looking at home. But no one knows for sure if they will be able to win or when.

Wen Jianning thought of this, and his mood was a little heavy, but he still said firmly: "Why don't you believe it, it's better to believe than not to believe." If you worry too much about yourself, you will always lose a lot of fun, and this is what you taught me. ”

Feng Yi was silent for a moment, and suddenly smiled: "You are right, I want to go wrong." ”

To some extent, Feng Yi is somewhat similar to her, and she is not a person who is easily persuaded by others. If he was as confused and hesitant as he had just been, he was afraid that he would not have resolutely returned to China and stayed in Kunming for so long.

But the road is long, and no one can trek in one direction without a little confusion on the way. Just as Feng Yi once cleared the clouds for her, she also hoped to give him a little light.

......

In the evening, when Wen Jianning returned to the dormitory, he found that Zhang Tonghui, who had been running business on Yunnan-Myanmar Road, had finally returned.

She took a leave of absence for nearly a year, only came back to see them once, and then left in a hurry. This time, the Yunnan-Burma highway was closed, and seeing that the road would become more and more dangerous, she thought that she had made enough money, so she returned to Kunming for safety reasons.

I haven't seen each other for more than half a year, Zhang Tonghui's whole dress is becoming more and more fashionable, and she also brought a small gift to each of them. After all, when she ran to do business, the principal and travel expenses were made up by everyone.

Everyone did not refuse, and after accepting it, they asked her about her experience in the past six months. After Zhang Tonghui finished speaking, it was already moonlight outside the window, and everyone was sleepy, and when they were about to go to sleep, she called Wen Jianning out alone.

The two of them came outside, and it was empty outside, only they were talking.

Zhang Tonghui said in a low voice: "Jianning, I have something I want to tell you, it is related to your friend Boss Chen. ”

Wen Jianning looked at her spitting and spitting, and couldn't help laughing: "What's not to mention about this, you just say it." ”

Seeing her attitude so frank, Zhang Tonghui breathed a sigh of relief: "Actually, it's not a big deal, maybe I'm too careful." ”

On that day, Wen Jianning asked Chen Hongwang to look at her face and take more care of Zhang Tonghui, who was doing business alone. Afterwards, Chen Hongwang really helped to inquire, and Zhang Tonghui also thanked her for this, and also promised that he would not lend the other party's light after having the principal, making it difficult for Wen Jianning to do it. Having said that, since the two sides have intersected, she will inevitably pay more attention to the people under Boss Chen when she runs business on both sides, and always thinks about when she can repay the other party's kindness.

Until one time, she heard that most of the in-demand materials resold by this Boss Chen were contraband and rare medicines, and every time she resold them back and forth, she could earn sky-high profits.

Zhang Tonghui became suspicious, and once when dealing with a driver under Chen Hongwang, he once inquired about it. Although the other party didn't admit it, the meaning of the words was inseparable.

To tell the truth, since the official opening of the Yunnan-Burma Road, there have been countless businessmen who resell materials along the way, and even Zhang Tonghui himself has made money from this. But in Zhang Tonghui's view, in today's age, they sell stockings, high heels, perfumes, etc., and sell contraband and drugs are two different things in the final analysis.

Zhang Tonghui blushed slightly and said, "Jianning, maybe I'm a little troublesome." But listen to my advice, a big businessman like this Boss Chen is too dangerous, and you'd better keep your distance from this friend. ”

Wen Jianning said: "What you said is a big deal, if you hadn't told me, I'm afraid I wouldn't have thought of this layer yet." But don't worry, I know what to do. She knew that Chen Hongwang was a big businessman, and she also knew that he had business on the Yunnan-Burma Road, but she didn't take these into account, it was indeed her negligence, but fortunately, she didn't plan to have deeper contacts with the other party, and it all ended here.

After Zhang Tonghui heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief.

......

After chatting with Zhang Tonghui that day, Wen Jianning originally planned to write a letter to cut off contact with Chen Hongwang, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was really unnecessary. After writing a letter, the other party will inevitably be entangled, and maybe he will come to Kunming again to explain to her.

So she simply left this matter behind her and never thought about this person again.

In a blink of an eye, the time came to October, and Wen Jianning's "Wanderings of a Bitter Child" was finally completed.

She gave it to Mr. Wen to help with the final look, and Mr. Wen has always admired her talent, and this time he did not hesitate to praise her, but he also pointed out that the cliché happy ending at the end has damaged the artistry of the story.

But Wen Jianning insisted on refusing to follow his advice to change this, not to mention that the protagonist of this novel is her cousin, just from what she wants to express, she can't deliberately add a tragic ending in order to show the darkness of society. Rather than the so-called profound, she hopes that readers will not be depressed by the temporary darkness of society after reading it, but will see more people who are working silently to change it, and see that there is also hope for light in suffering.

One afternoon, shortly after the manuscript was sent, an alarm sounded again in the city.

Wen Jianning made an appointment with Zhong Hui and them to meet outside the city as usual, and went to the physics department to find Feng Yi by himself.

Along the way, she met many students from the Department of Physics, who enthusiastically told her that Feng Yi and his colleagues were carrying experimental instruments and materials. By the time she found Feng Yi all the way, they had already put the precious materials and experimental instruments into the tin bucket and buried them on the spot.

The two didn't have time to say much, so they held hands and ran out like the others.

Today's enemy attack was different from the past, the planes came extremely fast, and there were not a few students on the road who had not yet left the school, but the shadow of the Japanese plane was already faintly visible on the cloud side in the distance.

The two had barely run out of the school when Japanese planes were buzzing and circling over their heads. I heard a few loud bangs, bombs and fires falling from the clouds, the ground under my feet shook violently, and the houses collapsed in pieces. A cannonball landed in the distance, and the two hurriedly ran to the nearest wall to take refuge.

The sky, which was still clear just now, was now obscured by the black smoke of the skyrocketing fire, and the sand and soil raised by the explosion fell like rain, and the whole earth trembled, but Feng Yi always protected Wen Jianning tightly. Neither of them could see a trace of light, their ears were buzzing, their minds were blank, they couldn't even think about life and death, the only thing they could sense was each other's existence.

One of the bombs exploded very close to them, and the two were briefly unconscious as they were swept away by a wave of air. When Wen Jianning woke up again, he found that the surroundings had quieted down. She carefully got up and pushed Feng Yi next to her, only to find that there was a trace of coagulated blood on his forehead. For a moment, she felt her heart beat stagnant.

Wen Jianning looked at it, it seemed to be just a bruise on the flesh, but he didn't dare to guarantee that it would be seriously injured.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for him to finally wake up and prop himself up from the ground with his head covered.

The two escaped death, and when they saw that each other was fine, they breathed a sigh of relief, and supported each other to get up from the ground and look at the ruins around them. A large area of buildings had been reduced to rubble, and after only a few steps, I saw the corpses lying on the ground and the severed limbs of people, and the tragic scene made people think that they were in purgatory.

The nearest corpse was a female classmate, dressed in the most common blue cloth cheongsam, lying motionless under the broken wall, as if she had fallen asleep quietly. But Wen Jianning knew that she would never wake up again.

Feng Yi raised a hand to block her line of sight, not letting her look at it again.

Wen Jianning blinked, and subconsciously wanted to look up at him, but he was still covering his vision, so he had to say out: "I'm not as afraid of these as you think, I can't walk if you do this." ”

However, it took a long time for her to hear his voice say in a slightly hoarse voice: "Jianning, let's get engaged." ”

(End of chapter)