[Republic of China GL] Dependence

Chapter 3 chapter3

In the autumn of 1932, Beiping Girls' Middle School

Xu Jingwen ran into the school gate with a cloth schoolbag like a gust of wind, and saw the teacher approaching from a distance, and immediately slowed down, her childish baby face was running red, and she was not breathing well. Forcing her to act like a lady with lotus steps lightly, it looked a bit funny. When she entered the teaching building, she reached out her hand and secretly touched her pocket, then lowered her head and smiled secretly.

Somehow, the weather in Beiping City this year has been gloomy since the beginning of autumn and refused to clear up. It wasn't until yesterday when a strong wind blew away the dark clouds in the sky that the sun finally shone.

Xu Jingwen sat in the classroom with her head supported on one hand and looked out. The sky was light blue, and the warm autumn sun shone down, accompanied by the breeze, which made her almost want to squint her eyes.At the front of the podium, Mr. Duan was spitting about vernacular Chinese and the separation of powers in the West. He is a firm young man who prides himself on being very modern in thought and style. Come teach.Mr. Duan himself is dedicated to his work and is a good teacher. He is very willing to let young women feel the charm of new ideas, but unfortunately most young women do not appreciate it.Female students at this age are just when they love romance and fantasy. They love the "peacocks fly southeast and wander for nine miles" as taught by the teacher in the ancient Chinese class, or they love the charm of Venus with a broken arm in the art class. .Not to mention Mr. Duan's lack of energy, and his interpretation of democratic ideas is dull, and the students will fall asleep after listening to a few words.

Xu Jingwen's mind was not in class today, and she didn't take a word of what Mr. Duan said to her heart, so she rarely wanted to doze off. She just looked out the window from time to time, and then turned her head to smile at Mr. Duan.When Mr. Duan saw this, he thought that he had an audience, so he was overjoyed and spoke more vigorously. He also talked about great figures such as Rousseau, Voltaire, etc., without saying a word.

As soon as the get out of class bell rang, she grabbed a booklet on the desk and ran out of the classroom like a free carrier pigeon. The classmates poked their heads out curiously to see her whereabouts, but they saw her making three steps in parallel. Climb up the stairs and the person disappears.

Wen Yueying is different from her monkey-like temperament, she is quiet.When Xu Jingwen ran to the back door of the classroom, she was sitting in her seat reading a book. Xu Jingwen remembered that when she first entered school, she woke up early and ended up in the wrong classroom. At that time, Wen Yueying was sitting in the classroom as usual Reading in the morning, the sunlight along the pages of the book touched her cheek little by little, outlining her dark and deep eyes and the delicate bridge of the nose and mouth. Everyone in the school said that Sister Wenwen was beautiful and read a lot of books, but None of them knew that Wen Yueying at this moment was more beautiful, like an art teacher holding a treasured Western oil painting in his hand during a lecture.

Fortunately, there was no one else at this moment. Whenever she thinks about it, thousands of joys and joys will arise in her heart for no reason. It’s just that she was only 13 years old at that time, and she was too young to understand these joys and joys. Behind it, there is a feeling called admiration.

Someone in the class recognized Xu Jingwen, so he smiled and shouted: "Yueying, come out soon, the elementary school girl is here~" Xu Jingwen's face flushed red in the laughter, she saw Wen Yueying got up and walked towards her, hurriedly Turning around and running into the corridor, avoiding the eyes of others, she tidied her hair nervously.

"Sister Wenxue..." She lowered her head and didn't dare to look at her, she just passed the booklet in her hand forward: "I'll return your book, here, this is the collection of Li Qingzhao's poetry you borrowed from me last time."

"It's only been a few days, have you finished it yet?" Wen Yueying glanced at her in surprise, then asked with a smile, "Why, is it because you haven't been busy with homework recently?"

"Yes... the birthday of the father of the nation is coming soon, gentlemen have things to do, and there is little homework left for us, so we will finish it soon."

Wen Yueying nodded and looked at her with a smile: "You are also eager to learn. You have borrowed most of the books I brought from home in the past six months, and you read them quickly. If this continues, I will really be poor and useless. I have no books to borrow. It is." After finishing speaking, he spread his hands and winked at her in a friendly way.

Xu Jingwen also laughed, she was still nervous and shy, but Wen Yueying's smiling face gave her a faint courage, she grabbed the tail of this courage, and said tentatively: "Senior sister, I have something to think about... .”

It's a pity that the conversation was interrupted in the middle of the sentence: "Student Wen Yueying? Come with me for a while, the principal has something to ask for you." The voice of the dean came from behind, like a basin of ice water being poured on the head, He firmly blocked Xu Jingwen's words.

Wen Yueying frowned suspiciously, and walked around her to the other end of the corridor: "Tell me if you have anything to do after school." She said softly when the two passed by.

When Xu Jingwen walked back to the classroom, she let out a long sigh, reached out her hand and took out two movie tickets from her pocket. The two poor tickets were still brand new when she got them yesterday, and she kept folding them nervously. It seems a bit old now, so let's talk about it at night, anyway, this is a Sunday movie, and there is still time, she encouraged herself optimistically.

But that night when she ran to the door of the classroom excitedly, she didn't see Wen Yueying's figure. She thought it was because she came late. On the second and third day, she still came to the school early and stood there. Looking inside the back door of the classroom.

"Don't you know?" The senior who recognized her from yesterday said in surprise, "There was a letter from Yue Ying's family, and she dropped out of school and went home that afternoon."

She finally knew that she could no longer send out that unfulfilled invitation, because this person had completely disappeared from her life.

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