I have made an appointment with Feng Lingmei to go to Nanjing in two days, and I am basically sure that regardless of whether I can study abroad or not, I will not continue to teach at Zhida University next semester.
This day happens to be the end-of-term summary meeting of each department at Zhida University.
One day, Meng Lanting passed away naturally.
The first is to attend the meeting, and the second is to go through the necessary resignation handover procedures.
The summary meeting of the Mathematics Department started very quickly and was over in a short time.
Some students who had not yet left school were reluctant to leave after learning that she would no longer be teaching next semester.
They came over to talk to her.
After saying goodbye to the students, Meng Lanting went to the Academic Affairs Office to go through the formalities.
As he was approaching the door, he heard a burst of voices coming from inside.
"Hey, I heard that Miss Meng from the Department of Mathematics will not teach next semester and will come to go through the formalities.
You saw in the newspaper a few days ago that she actually got along with Master Feng Jiu and fell in love with Miss Zhong.
Who would have known that this was the case.
It's so pitiful that I was so ruthlessly abandoned.
I only see the new ones smiling, but the old ones don't cry."
The speaker seemed to be Miss Cui, the clerk of the Academic Affairs Office.
"What's the point?
I think Mr.
Feng Jiu just likes the new and dislikes the old, and pursues her.
Let me tell you, why did he suddenly set up a scholarship for the mathematics department before?
By the way, Miss Meng also went to the Military Police Headquarters to teach night classes, so she must have been there at that time It’s better, but we don’t know.”
"Yes, I really can't tell.
Miss Meng usually keeps quiet, but she has such a method to make both Mr.
Feng Jiu and Mr.
Gu fall under her skirt."
Miss Cui's tone was a bit envious. .
"Tch" the other person made a sound of disdain.
"If she can get Mr.
Feng Jiu to marry her, then she will be truly capable."
Meng Lanting suddenly stopped and stood there for a moment, then slowly backed away, turned back to his office, sat in his seat, stared blankly for a moment, and glanced at the office.
Mrs.
Hu and others were still in the meeting and didn't come back.
It was about the end of the term, and the office seemed messy.
The floor was covered with waste paper and no one was cleaning it.
I have been in and out of here for half a year, and after today, I will never come back again.
Meng Lanting cheered up and got up to clean the office.
While helping Mrs.
Hu empty the wastepaper basket next to her seat, her eyes were caught by a scrap of paper.
There was a pile of torn paper in the wastebasket that looked like it had been removed from a notebook.
There were words written on the scraps of paper.
A palm-sized piece fell out and fell to the ground.
Meng Lanting had no intention of exploring what was recorded in his colleagues' notebooks.
But it was such a coincidence that when one of the scraps of paper fell out, she saw a line of ink writing on it: "I met Mr.
Xi in the corridor during class break.
We talked for several minutes.
Mr.
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Xi invited me to dinner, but Miss Meng refused."
Meng Lanting was startled, picked it up, looked at it for a moment, turned his eyes to the wastebasket, found all the remaining scraps of paper in it, pieced them together one by one, and finally came out with a few pages.
The words in the columns above are all about things related to myself.
It looks like my daily record of the past few days.
Meng Lanting was shocked and angry.
As he stared, there was a burst of footsteps mixed with talking and laughing in the corridor outside the door.
Mrs.
Hu and Ms.
Ding joined hands and came in chatting and laughing.
Seeing Meng Lanting's presence, the office became clean.
They smiled and flattered: "Ms.
Meng is diligent.
Thank you for your hard work."
Her eyes fell on the table, her eyes fixed, and she hurriedly walked up, took a look, looked embarrassed, randomly dusted the papers together, crumpled them into a ball, and held them in her hands.
"Mrs.
Hu, what do you mean you record my whereabouts every day?"
No matter how good-tempered Meng Lanting was, he couldn't keep a smile when encountering such a thing, and his tone became very stiff.
Mrs.
Hu forced a smile and explained: "I just scribbled it casually when I had nothing to do.
Miss Meng, don't get me wrong."
"It doesn't matter to me.
It's just that I don't know what Mr.
Xi would think if he knew that he was also casually remembered by you for nothing."
Meng Lanting said calmly.
Mrs.
Hu's face turned red and she glanced at Ms.
Ding.
She pretended to pack things, but her ears were clearly perked up and her eyes kept glancing this way.
Mrs.
Hu hurriedly pulled Meng Lanting outside the door, stopped in a deserted corner, and said hesitantly: "Ms.
Meng, let me be honest with you.
Someone who claimed to be surnamed Yan came to me before, and I didn't know He asked me to keep an eye on your affairs in school and write them down in detail and report them to him.
I was confused at the time and agreed without thinking too much."
"Don't be angry.
Didn't I tear up all the notebooks?
I'm quitting.
Don't say you won't be here next semester.
Even if you are still here, I won't do such a thing again.
You just Please let me go and don’t tell Mr.
Xi again.”
Mrs.
Hu kept pleading.
Meng Lanting was stunned.
She suddenly remembered that one evening when she was returning to Zhou's house, she seemed to have seen a person accompanying her behind her on Aimeng Road.
At that time, she felt that he was Lao Yan, the driver of the Feng family.
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But I didn’t think much about it at the time, I just thought I was wrong.
"Miss Meng" Seeing that she was lost in thought, Mrs.
Hu called her cautiously.
Meng Lanting came to his senses, turned around and left.
Mrs.
Hu observed the words and felt that she should have let him go.
She patted her chest and breathed a long sigh of relief.
Three days later, Feng Lingmei came to pick up Meng Lanting as promised.
Meng Lanting said goodbye to Mrs.
Zhou and took the train to Nanjing with Feng Lingmei.
When he arrived at the North Railway Station, twenty minutes after leaving the train, while waiting in the VIP lounge, a soldier knocked on the door and said respectfully: "Mrs. , Teacher He asked me to come and get something."
Feng Lingmei pointed to a suitcase in the corner of the room: "Take it."
The soldier hurriedly took it, saluted Feng Lingmei, and retreated.
Feng Lingmei was still smiling, chatting and laughing with Meng Lanting.
When the time came, she got into a compartment on the train and settled in.
After a while, the train started and headed towards Nanjing.
He Fangze stood far away on the cement floor at the end of the platform, watching the carriage carrying Feng Lingmei go north and gradually disappear from sight.
"Mr.
He, my wife asked me to bring this."
The soldier handed over the box.
He Fangze took a look.
I knew it should be the clothes and some daily things that I still left at her place.
He was silent for a moment, took it, carried it, turned and walked out of the platform.
In the evening of that day, Meng Lanting arrived at the train station in Nanjing.
As soon as he got off the train with Feng Lingmei, Feng Kezhi's figure came into view.
He was standing on the platform, with a handsome face, a straight posture, and well-dressed clothes, attracting a lot of attention from around him.
He seemed to have been waiting for some time.
Before the train stopped, he quickly walked to the door of the box car and stood there.
"Eighth sister."
"Ms.
Meng, you are here."
He called himself Miss Meng again, looking at her politely.
Meng Lanting suppressed the unspeakable complicated feeling in his heart, smiled at him as if nothing had happened, and nodded.
"The car is outside.
I'll help you get the box."
Feng Kezhi diligently took the box from Feng Lingmei's entourage and walked in front to guide the two of them.
"Xiaojiu arrived yesterday.
He knew we were coming today and came to pick him up early."
"I'm not boasting, my younger brother is really a lot more sensible than before.
This time, I heard that my father didn't scold him anymore.
If there is someone who can control him again in the future, I will discipline him." , better kept.”
Feng Lingmei walked out of the station holding Meng Lanting's arm, looking at her brother's back, and playfully biting Meng Lanting's ears.
Meng Lanting listened with a smile, lowered his eyes and said, "Yes."
When it was dark, the car took Meng Lanting to the villa at the southern foot of Purple Mountain that she had visited at the end of last year.
At night, there was no one else at home except Mr.
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Feng, but the entire villa, including the entrance and the courtyard, was brightly lit.
All the servants came out to greet the eighth young lady and Meng Lanting, and the atmosphere was extremely lively.
The little maid named A Hong who served Meng Lanting at the end of last year was even more enthusiastic.
She rushed to help Meng Lanting carry her suitcase, saying that her room was the same as last year and had been packed up long ago, and she was waiting for Miss Meng to move in.
Mr.
Feng was holding a cane in his hand and standing at the door of the living room with a smile.
He looked similar to before and was in good spirits.
Meng Lanting walked towards him quickly, and when she got close, she called "Uncle Feng" and bowed to him.
Master Feng caught her, patted the back of her hand lovingly, and said with a smile: "They are all from my own family."
People.
Come in.
If you are hungry, put your things away and let’s eat.”
Meng Lanting was sent to the room where he lived last year, opened the door, and was slightly startled.
The room has been redecorated.
Not only are the furniture and other items in the princess style when she moved in last year, but now even the floors, walls, and ceilings have become a unified European style.
The whole room is filled with snow-white and pink, with lace and carvings everywhere, gorgeous and dreamy.
"Not long after Miss Meng left at the beginning of the year, the master asked people to redecorate the house and said that this house will be dedicated to you from now on.
I have been waiting for you to come, Miss Meng."
Ahong said with a smile.
Meng Lanting was surprised and moved, but deep down in his heart, he felt more and more pressured that he didn't know how to repay.
She tidied up a bit and went down to eat.
At the dinner table, Mr.
Feng sat at the head and asked Meng Lanting to sit on his left hand side, with his son on his right.
During the meal, Feng Kezhi was mostly silent, but seemed very obedient.
No matter what Mr.
Feng said to him, he was obedient and obedient.
He even stood up and poured water and chopsticks for his father, showing great attentiveness.
It was probably the first time that Mr.
Feng saw his son so well-behaved and filial.
He felt somewhat flattered and felt better.
Ignoring Feng Lingmei's dissuasion, she opened a bottle of wine, and after a few drinks, the conversation became more lively, and she recalled a lot of past events.
Finally, she mentioned some of her early interactions with Meng Lanting's father, and said, "Speaking of this, I suddenly remembered.
In the early years, your father also sent a photo of you as a child.
It should still be in my study.
If you want it, I can find it as a souvenir. " Feng Kezhi quickly glanced at Meng Lanting, who was sitting across from his father.
Meng Lanting looked at Mr.
Feng and thanked him with a smile: "Then I'll trouble my uncle."
Mr.
Feng waved his hand and said with a smile: "It's interesting to see what I looked like when I was a child.
He should still be there.
I'll ask someone to find him tomorrow."
After the meal, Mr.
Feng was afraid that Meng Lanting would be tired from the journey, so he told her to rest early.
Since he was a little drunk, he also went to rest early.
Meng Lanting went back to his room, took a shower, rested, read for a while, and spent his first night in Nanjing. gd1806102: