The roads were slippery due to the snow, and there were many staff members coming and going in the building.
The snow that had come in with the soles of the shoes had begun to melt.
Fang Wenjun was preoccupied with something, and when she went downstairs, she suddenly stumbled.
Fortunately, Jiang Si heard the commotion and quickly pulled her away.
Otherwise, falling down such a high staircase would have unimaginable consequences.
Fang Wenjun has no choice but to go to the hospital now.
Upon arriving at the hospital, the doctor examined her wound.
"It's nothing serious, just a superficial wound on your knee. I'll prescribe some mercurochrome for you later, so you can apply it yourself when you get home. Just be careful not to get the wound wet these next few days."
Fang Wenjun rubbed her ankle. "Doctor, could you prescribe another bottle of liniment for me?"
The doctor nodded, and while writing the prescription, he glanced at the cotton shoes she was wearing.
She noticed it during the examination just now.
I wonder which shoe store this person got their cotton shoes from; they've cut corners so badly.
Out of compassion, the doctor casually offered a reminder.
"It looks like the tread pattern on the sole of your cotton shoes is only half finished. You shouldn't wear these in the snow, as you might slip and fall."
The soles were only half-finished?
Fang Wenjun's face turned pale instantly, as if she had thought of something.
It wasn't until she stepped out of the examination room that she came to her senses. "Xiao Jiang, thank you so much just now."
If she hadn't pulled me up, I would have definitely fallen headfirst.
At that point, it might not be as simple as a hundred days to recover from a serious injury.
"Vice President Fang, you're too kind."
In that situation, no one would stand idly by, especially since they were in the same group.
She recalled the tone and expression of Vice President Fang when he called her earlier.
Jiang Si asked in confusion, "You rushed up to me just now, is there something you need me for?"
"Yes, I wanted to ask you, do you know someone named Yu Baien?"
Jiang Si nodded. This was her mentor, and also the first master she formally became a disciple of.
“I started learning to paint from my master when I was five years old, until he was transferred back to Beijing, and then I got a different teacher…”
As they were talking, Jiang Si suddenly realized, "Vice President Fang, do you know my master?"
"Of course we know each other, how could we not know each other!"
Fang Wenjun smiled and said, "He is my lover."
Perhaps recalling some fond memories, Fang Wenjun's face showed a faint smile when she talked about her lover.
"No wonder I felt like I'd heard your name Jiang Si somewhere before when I heard it at the association's entrance that day."
"So you're the student that Lao Yu was talking about, the one who has surpassed his master."
Even though she had been resentful for most of her life, Fang Wenjun had to admit it at this moment.
In terms of judging people, she was far inferior to Mr. Yu.
Jiang Si was genuinely surprised; she never expected that Vice President Fang was actually her teacher's wife.
"Master's wife, what about Master—"
Jiang Si wanted to ask why her master had suddenly disappeared for several years.
In fact, during the first two years after their master returned to Beijing, they still maintained contact.
But after 1963, the master suddenly cut off contact unilaterally.
Jiang Si even asked her third uncle to inquire about him, but the results were all that could be found that there was no such person.
Fang Wenjun interrupted her with a smile at this moment.
"It's not convenient to talk here. Your master is doing well, but he can't contact us yet."
"I'll tell you the details when I have time later."
Jiang Si nodded.
Actually, she was already very happy just to know that her master was safe and sound.
None of them stayed in the hospital for long.
Jiang Si and Huo Tingzhou had nothing else to do at the moment, so they took Fang Wenjun home.
As soon as the three of them reached the entrance of the alley, they saw Qiu Yashu standing at the gate of the Fang family's house in the distance.
Fang Wenjun was seen being helped back by Jiang Si and Huo Tingzhou, one on each side.
A bad feeling suddenly rose in Qiu Yashu's heart.
"Master, what happened to your foot? What did the doctor say?"
Fang Wenjun's face remained expressionless. Since there was no evidence to support her accusations, she couldn't directly point fingers at others.
However, everyone has their own internal scale.
Especially on the way back just now, after Fang Wenjun went through the recent events in her mind, she realized that many things simply couldn't withstand scrutiny.
This is when I hear her call out "Master" so sincerely again.
Fang Wenjun felt a chill run through her body.
"It's nothing. I need to rest these few days, so you don't need to come looking for me."
"Also, I've told you many times, don't call me master."
They used to live in the same large courtyard. She saw that the little girl had some talent for drawing, so she taught her for free for a few years.
Later, the people in the courtyard went their separate ways, and the two families gradually lost contact.
A few years ago, the child's parents contacted her, saying that their child wanted to apply to an art academy and hoped she could help tutor him.
At that time, there was no news of Lao Yu, and she lived in a daze every day.
Thinking that she could find something to do to distract herself, she taught for free for another two years.
From that time on, Qiu Yashu began calling him "Master" repeatedly.
"I only tutored you for a few years. When we meet again, please call me Vice President Fang or Teacher Fang."
"division……"
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