kvmb Chapter 904 Received a Letter from Song Xichen
Chapter 904 Received a Letter from Song Xichen
Gui'er said helplessly, "Thank you very much. I'm a very casual person. Right now, I want to focus on my studies."
Tong Yujun and Song Xilun warmly entertained Guier for the whole afternoon. Wu Mingqiang and Acheng came back later, but they didn't let Guier go and insisted that she stay at home for dinner before leaving. They also asked the chef to prepare some delicious Cantonese food and some Jiangcheng specialties. Both sides enjoyed themselves very much. Tong Yujun asked Guier for her current address and said that she would visit her later. Guier happily agreed.
On the way back, Wu Mingqiang said with a smile, "Miss, you looked worried and frightened these past two days when you first came here. Today, after seeing your friend, you finally feel better. I can go to Shanghai with peace of mind."
Gui Er asked Wu Mingqiang, "Little Wu, you must be careful when you go to Shanghai now. Or you can go later when the situation stabilizes. There should be constant bombing over there right now, right?"
Wu Mingqiang shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter when we go. The most important thing for us now is to have income. I'm afraid the young master won't be able to take care of the young lady in the short term. We have to be self-reliant."
Gui'er was touched by what she heard. She wondered if she had misunderstood Wu Mingqiang. He was so anxious to start a pawnshop because he had seen the situation clearly. Moreover, she and he were in the same boat now, so perhaps she should trust him a little more.
Back at the villa, Gui'er called Aying's wife and said, "Aying's wife, Xiao Wu will take a boat to Guangzhou early tomorrow morning. Please prepare some snacks for him to eat on the way." Then she turned to Wu Mingqiang and asked, "There's a war going on over there. Your trip back will be very dangerous. Are you prepared?"
Wu Mingqiang was stunned for a moment, then said excitedly, "Thank you for your concern, Miss. I'm all prepared. I'll leave two of my brothers here to look after this place. I've already told Ah Cheng about this. I'll take two of the skilled ones with me so they can look after me."
Gui'er nodded, took out a few silver dollars from her purse, handed them to Wu Mingqiang, and said, "They need to take risks to go out with you. Give these silver dollars to them first and let them give them to their families. It can be regarded as an advance settlement fee."
Wu Mingqiang quickly waved his hand and said, "Miss, no need. I'll give it to them myself. I know you don't have much cash on you, and the family hasn't had any income lately. You should keep some just in case. I don't know when I'll be back, and I'm a little worried about this place. Even though it's not much, it still costs money to support the family."
Gui'er said to him, "I know the current situation is likely to be very difficult. If it really doesn't work out, then forget it. You should come back first. The most important thing is that you come back safely. I'll then find a solution with my classmates or Sha Lili."
Wu Mingqiang smiled and sighed, "Second Young Master of the Song Family, I don't know much about him, but Miss Lily has inherited all her mother's teachings. She's the type to take advantage of others. If we ask her for help, we don't know how much money we'll get back. It's a kindness of hers that she didn't take it all."
After everything was arranged and she returned to her room to rest, Gui'er couldn't wait to take out the letter from Song Xichen that Song Xilun had handed over from her inner pocket and began to read:
"My sister Gui'er, I am glad to see you in person.
When I opened this letter, I expected you to have arrived safely in Hong Kong, which puts my mind at ease. This time, I sent my second brother to entrust you with this letter, because the situation is very complex, and if I were to ask you to do it in person, I would be afraid of complications. I can only use pen and paper to speak, and I hope you will understand.
Now that you have arrived in Hong Kong, you should put aside your past troubles and find a clean place to live your life.
I've heard that the Faculty of Medicine at the University of Hong Kong is renowned. You've always been willing to work hard. If you could bury yourself in books and acquire real skills, it would be better than floundering in muddy waters. Don't imitate those who just shout slogans. Solid knowledge is the foundation of your life, and it will support you even in the face of storms in the future.
There's another thing I must tell you truthfully. Although Hong Kong has enjoyed temporary peace, it's actually the hideout for our Party organization. No. 123 Queen's Road Central, on the third floor of the blue-brick arcade, is the "Xingmin Newspaper Office." It may look like a shop reeking of ink, but it's actually the central liaison center for our Party comrades. Chen Zhongyu, whom you recognize, is in charge there. You can go find him. There's a wooden sign hanging on the door that says "Subscriptions for Beijing and Shanghai Newspapers." It's easy to find. When you meet, just mention, "The Wild Grass you requested has arrived," as a signal to contact us.
You can use the excuse of working part-time to earn money for your studies and get a part-time job at the newspaper. The comrades here are all sincere people, so you can consult with Mr. Zhongyu if you need help. Don't be shy, we are all people who work hard. Remember to be careful and modest.
I'm in Jiangcheng, and though we're separated by mountains and seas, my heart is always with you. Over there, you must learn to be smart, protect yourself, and remember your mission. One day, when the clouds and fog have cleared, we'll meet again under the sun.
Best wishes
Sincerely, Brother Song Xichen
(P.S. The newspaper's telephone number is 3579. In case of emergency, please call. Just say "Please pick up yesterday's missing supplement." No further information.)
After reading the letter, Guier felt her face was wet. She touched it with her hand and found that she had actually cried. For so many days, she always felt like she was floating in mid-air. After reading this letter, she suddenly felt grounded. She was finally able to connect with the organization again and had a backbone.
She fell asleep with a sweet smile that night.
On the first day of school, Gui'er rose at daybreak. Aunt Ying had already prepared breakfast: white porridge with a refreshing salted egg, but Gui'er had no appetite. She quickly drank only half a bowl, then changed into her neatly ironed light gray cloth student skirt and, carrying her canvas schoolbag, headed for HKU.
Gui'er found the medical school classroom by following the address. When she pushed the door open, it was already half full. Long wooden tables were neatly arranged, their surfaces engraved with inscriptions of varying depths, like marks left by past students. She chose an empty seat by the window. The girl next to her, with short hair, smiled friendly upon seeing her enter. "Hello, my name is Lam Pui-shan, from Macau."
"My name is Sha Guier, and I'm from Jiangcheng." She responded softly, but her heart was beating a little fast.
As he was speaking, a gentleman stepped up from behind the podium. He was wearing a well-shrinking white shirt and round-framed glasses, holding a roster in his hand. "Good morning, everyone," he said in a loud voice, his Mandarin accented by a Cantonese accent. "Let's start today by taking roll call and introducing the new students."
After the roll call, the teacher began his lecture, and the blackboard was quickly filled with Latin medical terms. Gui'er had previously taught her when Sha Yanxiao had some free time in Jiangcheng, but she still found it difficult to follow.
During the break, the students chatted in groups of three or four. Although they came from different places, they were all young people and soon became familiar with each other. Guier found that a considerable number of her classmates came from medical families, while the others mostly came from wealthy families. After all, the tuition here was not cheap. For example, Lin Peishan's family worked as compradors for the Portuguese in Macau.