When they entered, the living room was still brightly lit, and everyone was sitting on the sofa, dressed in their usual home clothes, apparently hastily called up to change.

Wen Jingshu sat in the middle of the sofa, and the people next to her didn't dare to come out. In such a depressing atmosphere, as soon as Chen Hongwang came in, a young maid immediately poured tea and water lightly, but she dared to laugh with him as she did on weekdays.

Chen Hongwang didn't care at all about Wen Jingshu's face that was so heavy that it could almost drip water, and said with a pleasant face: "I sent you three young ladies back safe and sound." It's not too early, so why don't you send the three of you back upstairs to rest. ”

The Mid-Levels Villa has always been Wen Jingshu's world, and everyone in the villa has to bow down to her, even Mei Shan has to look at her face. However, Chen Hongwang gave such an order, and the maids actually obeyed his orders. Wen Jingshu also looked at it coldly from the side and did not speak.

Wen Jianning realized that this Boss Chen's influence on the Mid-Levels Villa was only greater than she had imagined before.

But why would such a person speak for her?

She hesitated, but followed the maid upstairs first.

After stepping through the last step, Wen Jianning could vaguely feel Wen Jingshu's cold gaze still piercing her back.

After returning to the room, Wen Jianning locked the door and opened the window for the first time.

The evening breeze blew the curtains on both sides, and the sound of insects in the garden downstairs came in, but the sound of talking in the living room could not be heard at all. On weekdays, the gramophone downstairs is so noisy, but today it is so quiet, so quiet that people only feel uneasy.

Wen Jianning listened with his ears pricked up for a while, and found that he really couldn't hear anything, so he had to give up.

She turned off the lights and sat cross-legged on the floor for a long time, until she heard people coming upstairs one after another, and the sound of the maids turning off the lights. When everything was completely quiet, she took out a cowhide envelope from the gap between the bed and the wall, took out the money inside, and carefully pinched it in her hand by the moonlight and counted it over and over again, gradually feeling at ease.

She got up and moved her aching legs, put the envelope under her pillow, and lay on the bed looking out the window.

The curtains were not closed, and at a glance you could see a full moon hanging on the indigo night sky, the moonlight was as clear as water, and it was as if it was a calm night, and nothing had happened.

Wen Jianning watched it for a long time, until his eyelids gradually became heavy, and then he fell asleep with a heavy heart.

......

The first rays of sunlight in the morning stung the thin eyelids, and the sleeping girl curled up on the bed suddenly woke up, sat up from the bed, and subconsciously touched the pillow.

Fortunately, her money is still there.

Wen Jianning slowly relaxed, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and got up to hide the money.

She had a nightmare last night, but she couldn't remember exactly what she dreamed of, she only felt a little weak in her body, as if it was the sequelae of the nightmare. When they went downstairs, everyone had breakfast at the table, and until Wen Jianning sat down, no one looked up or stopped to look at her, and there was only the sound of knives and forks and thin chewing in the restaurant.

After eating, Wen Jianning went to school as usual.

When I returned to the villa in the evening, the atmosphere in the restaurant was still dreary.

Everyone in the family didn't dare to talk to Wen Jianning, and whenever she appeared, the atmosphere that was originally normal among everyone immediately became depressed. Within two or three times, Wen Jianning himself was no longer easy to leave the room.

After three or five days, no one mentioned the events of that day, and it passed like that.

While Wen Jianning breathed a sigh of relief, he still remained vigilant and uneasy.

She didn't know what Chen Hongwang did that day, how he helped her, and she didn't know if there was a deal between them. But she knows very well that there is no free lunch in this world, and Chen Hongwang is willing to help her out of the siege, and she will inevitably have a plan.

But she waited for a few more days, and there was still no movement on Chen Hongwang's side.

Wen Jianning didn't know what kind of medicine they were selling in their gourd, so he could only raise his vigilance.

It soon became clear to her that her worries were not entirely unnecessary.

Since several of the girls in the villa have their own club activities at school, from a few years ago, they were no longer uniformly picked up by a driver unless they were greeted in advance. However, since the last incident, every day when I go to and from school, the driver of the villa will wait for Wen Jianning at the door, and the car will be delivered by car, staring at her daily itinerary.

If she usually goes to school, but when she goes to the bookstore as usual on the weekend, the driver is waiting outside the door without leaving the door. In this case, if Wen Jianning wants to send a letter to Feng Yi or contact the editor of the newspaper, it is difficult to avoid Wen Jingshu's ears and eyes. Whenever there is any wind and grass on her side, someone will tell Wen Jingshu.

Wen Jianning's heart was heavy.

She inexplicably had a hunch that the current days of apparent calm might not last long. The originally planned escape could start at any time, and she had to prepare in advance.

The first thing she thought of was to write a letter to Feng Yi, who was far away in the United States.

After Feng Yi's letter last time, she still hasn't replied, not that she has forgotten, but she has been hesitant to consider the future. But she didn't want so many things to happen in just a month or two, so she didn't know where to start for a while. Although she had many words in her heart that she wanted to write to this distant friend, she did not write it, and there were only a few words on the letter.

"Feng Yi: I have decided to follow your advice and stay in China for a while. In your last letter, you said that you would return to China in the future. I think maybe someday in the future, we'll meet again somewhere in the country, but I just hope that day doesn't come too soon. Due to changes in my family, I am afraid that it will not be convenient for me to contact you again in the short term. Please refrain from writing to me for the next six months. If I can settle down, maybe I'll write to you again. Your friend, Wen Jianning. ”

After writing the letter, Wen Jianning put down the pen, inexplicably a little stunned.

She originally wanted to send another letter to Mr. Qi and Wen Baiqing, but finally put down the pen.

- It wasn't the worst yet, and she didn't want them to worry about her early.

Wen Jianning handed the letter to Feng Yi to Zhong Hui at school, and asked Zhong Hui to go to the post office to send it on her behalf. As long as the letter is postmarked and sent across the ocean to Feng Yi on the other side of the Pacific, she can rest assured.

In the past few years, her correspondence with Feng Yi has been carried out in private, not to mention Wen Jingshu and them, even Mr. Qi and Wen Baiqing, she has not revealed it. Now that she is being held by Wen Jingshu in her hand, in case the letter with Feng Yi falls into the hands of this aunt, she is afraid that she will cause unnecessary trouble to the other party.

After sending the letter, in the following days, Wen Jianning simply reduced his travel.

When she wasn't in class, she stayed quietly in her upstairs room all day, trying to minimize her presence. At the same time, she spent more and more time in school, and was the last one to step out of the classroom every day, just to be able to get back to the suffocating house later.

It wasn't until one evening half a month later that Wen Jianning returned to the villa long after school as usual.

As soon as she entered the living room, she realized that everyone was actually present today.

There was also a strange young lady sitting on the sofa, who looked to be about twenty years old, with a long face, fair complexion, shawl hair and bangs, only a pearl hairpin pinned to it, and a bean green soft satin cheongsam, with a graceful and quiet temperament. She turned her head to see Wen Jianning, smiled and nodded at her.

Wen Jianning was stunned for a moment, and there was a vague guess in his heart.

Wen Jingshu, who hadn't given Wen Jianning a good look for many days, actually said to her with a pleasant face: "What are you doing there, come and see your sister Jingqiu." ”

Before she finished speaking, Wen Jianning saw Wen Baiqing, who was dressed in casual clothes, walking downstairs.

Sure enough, as Wen Jianning expected, this young lady was the young lady of the Liao family who had a marriage contract with Wen Baiqing, her name was Jingqiu, and she was a few years younger than Wen Baiqing. She just graduated from a well-known university in China this year and is now working as an editor at a magazine in Guangzhou.

The two are talented and beautiful, and they are quite right when they stand together.

Seeing Liao Jingqiu's smiling and radiant eyes, and exchanging glances with Wen Baiqing from time to time, Wen Jianning was relieved and knew that these two people should have solved the previous problems before they came to the villa together.

After meeting people, Wen Jianning sat quietly on the side and rarely spoke, just watching them chat.

Liao Jingqiu was born in a famous family, spoke elegantly, and had a gentle and modest attitude, and soon won the favor of the women of the Wen family.

When it was time for dinner, everyone had dinner.

At the dinner table, Liao Jingqiu, as a future cousin-in-law, inevitably asked about the studies of several other cousins.

She naturally turned her head and asked Wen Jianning: "Jianning should also prepare for the university entrance examination next year, have you thought about where you will apply for the school in the future?"

All of a sudden, everyone's knives and forks all stopped in mid-air.

Although Wen Jianning lowered his head, he could also feel everyone's gaze. She paused for a moment before she said slowly: "Naturally, I want to stay in Hong Kong, but it depends on whether I can be admitted to Hong Kong University." ”

As soon as she said this, the atmosphere at the dinner table suddenly eased.

Mei Shan smiled and said: "Your grades have always been better, as long as you have the heart, you will naturally pass the test." ”

Although Liao Jingqiu didn't know what was going on, she also realized that she had asked a question that she shouldn't have asked, and quickly changed the topic with a smile. Others don't want to bother with this either. All of a sudden, the dinner table was happy again.

After dinner, the people sat in the living room and chatted until late in the evening.

Only Wen Jianning was quietly asked out by Liao Jingqiu, and the two walked along the corridor outside the villa.

The temperature difference between day and night on the mountain is large, and as soon as the night falls, the milky white mist gradually rises, so thick that even the vine and radish shelves in the distance are indistinct. There was silence all around, except for the low chirps of insects hiding in the grass.

Walking alone with this future sister-in-law, Wen Jianning was inevitably a little uncomfortable.

After she sent the letter, she thought about it for a long time, and she always felt a little regretful. She shouldn't use that way to persuade others because she wants to help Wen Baiqing. Whether she wants it or not, she roasts people on the fire.

However, when she apologized to Liao Jingqiu, the other party laughed instead.

"It's none of your business," Liao Jingqiu gently persuaded her, "After all, I have already made up my mind in my heart, and how can you change it in a few words." But your article really woke me up, now that it's a new society, I still have the prejudice of antiques, and I really shouldn't. It's just that I didn't expect that the sister that Bai Qing has always mentioned to me would be such a talented woman, and she also happened to be the writer I liked. ”

When she received the letter forwarded to her by Wen Baiqing, after reading it, she had almost guessed the truth, but Wen Baiqing didn't reveal anything to her. Just now, she finally heard Wen Jianning admit it personally, and then she was sure that the delicate and quiet little girl in front of her was the writer Bai Mao, who had become famous recently.

Wen Jianning was embarrassed by her praise, and waved her hand again and again in embarrassment.

The two continued to talk while walking, talking about domestic literature, and after a while, the conversation turned to Japanese and even European and American literature, and the more they talked, the more speculative they became. Seeing that the night was getting deeper and deeper, and the two of them should go back, Liao Jingqiu suddenly remembered something.

"There's one more thing I want to ask you," Liao Jingqiu folded her hands into a petition, "You know that I'm an editor now, and I can't bear to see a good article buried in my hands." If you don't mind, I want to submit the article you wrote to me for "Yangcheng Literature and Art", do you think it?"

"Yangcheng Literature and Art" is the publication written by Liao Jingqiu's magazine.

Of course, Wen Jianning wouldn't mind this little thing.

The two chatted for a while before returning upstairs together.

After living in the villa for two or three days, Wen Baiqing and Liao Jingqiu finally left to return to the mainland.

Wen Baiqing has official duties, and this time he finally took out two days off to come back, and he will go to the front line in a while. This time, I came back with my fiancée to meet my family.

He and Liao Jingqiu's wedding date is set for March next year, when a Chinese-style wedding will be held in Huaicheng first, giving the Wen family enough face, and then a Western-style wedding will be held in Guangzhou.

Before leaving, the women of the Wen family rarely went out together to bid them farewell to the docks.

When they arrived at the dock, Wen Jingshu took Liao Jingqiu's hand and said for a long time, looking quite reluctant, seeing that they were the same. When there were a lot of people, Wen Jianning would never take the initiative to come up and speak, but just stood quietly and listened.

Liao Jingqiu finally finished dealing with them, suddenly remembered something, turned her head and said to Wen Jianning with a smile: "Jianning, look I almost forgot one thing. I didn't know the contact information of you as a great writer before, but now I know, Guangzhou and Hong Kong are not far away, if you have a good article, you can take more care of me. ”

(End of chapter)