Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 951 - 0951: Flying to the Capital 3

Chapter 951: Chapter 0951: Flying to the Capital 3

As he approached the room’s entrance, Lu Jiang pulled He Hongjun into his own room, "When a female comrade is speaking, what are we male comrades mixing in for? Come on, sit in my room. Comrade He Hongjun, tell me about the situation in Shanghai, so I can understand it better."

As a man, he was more attuned to the changes in the situation.

"Alright!" He Hongjun also felt it was not quite appropriate to follow them, and naturally complied with Lu Jiang’s suggestion.

Feng Qingxue smiled and invited He Qingyin into her own room.

She first helped He Qingyin to sit in the only chair, then she closed the door, turned around, and began pouring hot water from the kettle.

"Comrade Qingxue, don’t bother, I’m not thirsty, I don’t want water. Who wrote this character? Can you tell me?" He Qingyin asked urgently, while pulling out the paper Feng Qingxue had given to He Hongjun from her pocket.

Feng Qingxue, without beating around the bush, smiled and said, "My teacher wrote it, as evidence of my meeting with my senior sister."

He Qingyin was taken aback, "Teacher? Senior sister? You are?"

Feng Qingxue respectfully handed the enamel basin to her, "I am Feng Qingxue, the ninth disciple under our teacher’s tutelage, I have the honor of meeting Senior Sister He."

The formal, intricate speech filled He Qingyin with delight, her voice trembling, "Do you mean that our teacher is safe and sound?"

"Yes, our teacher is back in our hometown, with no immediate threat to his life. He has always been concerned about his fellow disciples, which is why we came to Shanghai and were specifically instructed to inquire about senior sister’s whereabouts," Feng Qingxue sighed, "When I found out that Comrade He Hongjun’s grandmother is you, senior sister, and that you are safe and sound, I couldn’t contain my joy."

Tears of joy sprang to He Qingyin’s eyes, "The letters I sent out vanished without a trace; I knew the situation in the Capital was not good and the teacher’s circumstances were not optimistic. But I was in a perilous situation myself. It took a great deal of effort from the Red Army to save this old life of mine. I couldn’t let Hongjun take another risky trip to the Capital, there wouldn’t necessarily be a way to make a difference, so I could only pray to heaven to protect the teacher and my fellow disciples, to safely weather this calamity. Even though I knew that such prayers were merely a psychological comfort."

Feng Qingxue comforted her, "Now that the teacher is fine, senior sister can be at ease."

"Yes, yes, I can be at ease now," He Qingyin said, clasping the enamel basin, "But I still worry about the whereabouts of our senior brother; half of us were lost from our original group of eight. Alas, these times, how they’ve suddenly become this way, and what do these highfalutin matters have to do with us, mere scholars? Qingxue, I’ll call you Qingxue, is the teacher living well with you? How is his spirit? How about his food, clothing, and shelter? How did he come to be with you?"

Glossing over the role played by Cui Shaoyuan, Feng Qingxue gave He Qingyin a brief update on Wen Ruyu’s current situation, "Since I have taken the teacher as my master, once a teacher, forever a father, please don’t worry about the teacher’s daily needs, senior sister."

He Qingyin let out a long sigh of relief.

"From now on, it’s a tough job for you," He Qingyin said.

"I only have a two or three-month vacation; after it ends, I must return to the army," Feng Qingxue sighed, "Fortunately, the elders and villagers back home are very sincere; the children in the family are grown-up and can help take care of the teacher. We’re living together, the cowshed to the west, and our house to the east; the production brigade is currently building houses for them, close to our house."