Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 901 - 0901: Well-fed and Merry 3

Chapter 901: Chapter 0901: Well-fed and Merry 3

Wen Ruyu was well-versed in painting and calligraphy as well as classical culture and naturally had studied teaware and tea leaves. He found that the tea was his favorite Anji Old White Tea, and the teacup was also extraordinary, warming his heart instantaneously.

He picked up the teacup, took a sip, and Wen Ruyu said with a smile, "The person is good, the tea is good, and the teaware is good, it’s just that the water is a bit lacking."

Jin Ruochu leaned in to take a look and couldn’t help saying, "Old Wen, be content, once you leave here, you won’t even be able to sip a mouthful of tea leaves. Don’t start coveting more after eating a disciple’s meal."

Feng Qingxue immediately said, "The water used for making tea is well water from the brigade. Tomorrow, Ajiang and I will go up the mountain to fetch spring water to make tea for the teacher."

"Good! Get up, don’t kneel," Wen Ruyu said, even more pleased with this female disciple. After she stood up, he slowly continued, "Xiaoxue, since you have taken me as your teacher and will be at home for these few months, discreetly come over whenever I am free, and I will certainly teach you all I know. Now I have the time, so I’ll also tell you about the situation with my disciples. Before you, I had a total of eight disciples. Two were lost during the war, and after the founding of the country, another two were lost. The remaining four, I do not know whether they are alive or dead after this calamity."

At this point, Wen Ruyu’s expression turned mournful, and several of the old gentlemen present also sighed along.

If it weren’t for the luck of encountering kind people, they too would not know whether they were alive or dead.

Feng Qingxue hurriedly said, "Please tell us the names of the senior brothers, teacher. Ajiang’s comrades are spread throughout the lands north and south of the river; we can discreetly inquire. If we come across any senior brothers in trouble, we will certainly lend a hand."

Wen Ruyu sighed, "Your eldest senior brother is named Ouyang Mo, styled Mo Zhi. He is the dean of an art academy in Shanghai. In this calamity, he must have been the first to suffer. He is the one I worry about the most. This year he is over sixty, just a few years younger than I am. Your third senior, whom you should address as senior sister, is a Miss He named He Qingyin, also from Shanghai. She holds no official position, yet what she learned belongs to the old culture; her current situation is unknown to me. Your sixth senior brother is named Lou Shaonong, he and his wife, Lin Yufen, were teaching in the Capital. A few months before the incident, they suddenly disappeared without a trace, and I don’t know if they are alive or dead."

Lou Shaonong and Lin Yufen had come to see him before they left and warned him that the situation was dire and urged him to leave. He did not listen, thinking what difference could an old man like him make? As a result, he almost died under the vilification and beating of a group of students.

Since they left early, they must have been safer.

When Feng Qingxue heard the name Lou Shaonong, her eyes widened. Lou Shaonong was Wen Ruyu’s indoor disciple? Yes, that’s right, indeed, Lou Shaonong was indeed a disciple of Wen Ruyu, and Lin Yufen’s proficiency in painting and calligraphy came from her husband.

"And the last senior brother?" The room was too crowded, so Feng Qingxue did not dare to reveal the news about Lou Shaonong and his wife.

Wen Ruyu thought for a moment, "Your last senior brother, whose surname is Fu and is named Fu Nansheng, relied on his wealth to enjoy traveling and sightseeing. He is particularly skilled in landscape painting, even more so than I. If he were here, he would certainly be able to introduce you to the gateway of landscape painting. However, I haven’t heard from him for several years now, and I have no idea where he might be, not to mention whether he is alive or dead."

"Fu Nansheng?" Feng Qingxue felt a move in her heart.

"What? You’ve heard of this name?"

Feng Qingxue hurriedly said, "It sounds familiar, but I can’t recall right now. When I remember, I’ll tell the teacher."