Wen Ruyu is proficient in calligraphy, painting and classical culture, and naturally studies tea sets and tea, and finds that tea is her favorite Anji old white tea, and the teacup is also extraordinary, and her heart is warm.

Picking up the teacup and taking a sip of tea, Wen Ruyu said with a smile: "The people are good, the tea is good, and the tea set is good, but the water is a little worse." ”

Jin Ruochu came to take a look, and couldn't help but say: "Lao Wen, you can be content, if you leave here, you can't even drink a mouthful of tea foam, don't eat a meal from your apprentice, you will start to have Longwangshu." ”

Feng Qingxue immediately said: "The water for boiling tea is the well water in the brigade, and I and Ajiang went up the mountain to get spring water to make tea for the teacher." ”

"Good! Get up, don't kneel. Wen Ruyu was even more satisfied with this female disciple, and when she stood up, she slowly spoke: "Xiaoxue, since you worship me as a teacher, in the past few months you have been at home, come over quietly when I am free, and I will definitely teach you." I will have time at this time, and I will also tell you about the situation of my disciples, before you, there were a total of eight disciples under my disciple, two of them were broken during the war, and two more were broken after the founding of the People's Republic of China, and the remaining four did not know life and death in this catastrophe. ”

Speaking of this, Wen Ruyu's expression was sad, and several old gentlemen present also sighed.

If it's not a fluke to meet good people, then they don't know whether they are alive or dead now.

Feng Qingxue hurriedly said: "Please tell the teacher the names of the senior brothers, Ajiang's comrades-in-arms are all over the north and south of the river, we can quietly visit one or two, if the senior brothers are in trouble, we must not hesitate to reach out." ”

Wen Ruyu sighed, "Your senior brother's name is Ouyang Mo, the word Mozhi, is the dean of an art academy in Shanghai, he must be the first to bear the brunt of this disaster, the person I am most worried about is him, he is in his sixties this year, only a few years younger than me." The third in the row should be called Senior Sister, surnamed He, called He Qingyin, also from Shanghai, she has no position, but what she can learn belongs to the old culture, I don't know what is happening now. Your sixth senior brother's name is Lu Shaonong, and his wife Lin Yufen were originally teaching in the capital, but they suddenly disappeared a few months before the accident, and they don't know whether they are alive or dead. ”

Lu Shaonong and Lin Yufen went to see him before leaving, saying that the situation was not right, and persuaded him to leave, but he didn't listen, thinking to himself What could an old man affect? As a result, he almost died in the verbal abuse and beating of a group of students.

If they leave early, they will be safer.

Feng Qingxue heard Lu Shaonong's name, his eyes widened, Lu Shaonong is Wen Ruyu's disciple? Yes, yes, that's right, Lu Shaonong did learn from Wen Ruyu, and Lin Yufen's calligraphy and painting attainments were learned from her husband.

"Where's the last senior brother?" There were too many people in the house, and Feng Qingxue didn't dare to reveal the news of Lu Shaonong and his wife.

Wen Ruyu thought for a while, "Your last senior brother, surnamed Fu, is called Fu Nansheng, relying on himself to be a rich man, he likes to travel in the mountains and rivers, and he is the best at landscape painting, I am not as good as him, if he is there, he will definitely be able to lead you into the door of landscape painting." However, I haven't heard from him for several years, and I don't know where he is, let alone about life and death. ”

"Fu Nansheng?" The wind and snow moved in his heart.

"What? Have you ever heard the name? ”

Feng Qingxue hurriedly said: "It's a little familiar, I can't remember it for a while, and when I think about it, I'll tell the teacher." ”