Chapter 58: Hydrangea Waterfall

In her previous life, Su Xiaojuan's money helped her join the provincial team, but because she didn't rank well in competitions and her academic performance was poor, she ended up only being admitted to a local university in Jiangcheng.

Su Xia didn't feel wronged.

She likes children and majored in music education. She became a primary school music teacher after graduation, teaching children to sing and play the harmonica every day.

I used to meet my classmates when I was taking extra classes at the Conservatory of Music, and I could occasionally see posters of their tours in major concert halls.

But she never appeared on stage again.

The only time I could consider a solo performance was in the summer before I reunited with Xu Jiqing.

At that time, Su Xiaojuan had just been imprisoned, her luxury homes and cars were seized, and a large amount of cash was frozen.

Zhou Zhiyan's number could no longer be reached. What was originally just a hobby job became a livelihood overnight. Su Xia learned to rent a house for the first time, learned to cook noodles with an induction cooker, and never bought luxury items like flowers again.

During the art festival that year, the school forced every music teacher to give a performance. Su Xia was forced to practice Saint-Saëns' "Swan" for two days, but she felt that her performance was terrible and embarrassing.

But she still remembers it now.

After get off work on the night of the performance, outside the school gate was a truck-load of exaggerated hydrangea waterfalls, strung with lights, flashing ostentatiously and attracting the attention of the entire street.

Every teacher in the school got one, and she also took one home.

The delicate flower buds, like today, make her small rental house full of vitality.

The flowers at that time.

Endless Summer too?

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The autumn rains in Jiangcheng came one after another. Not long after December began, most of the leaves of the sycamore trees were blown off by the wind and rain.

Su Xia's hair is longer than before.

Her hair was thick and soft, and it would generate static electricity when she let it down, so she simply learned to tie it into a bun on top of her head. Her head was round and her face was round too, which looked very cute. Every day before she went out to school, Su Xiaojuan would knead her like dough for a long time.

"You have to eat well and wear warm clothes to be beautiful, and a chubby face is the most blessed, do you understand, little girl?"

"Don't take your sweater off secretly at school. If I find out, you'll be in big trouble."

Su Xia obediently let her rub her, "I know, Mom."

The winter uniform of No. 1 Middle School has no waistline. With a figure like Su Xia, if she wears a cotton sweater and a cotton cardigan inside and zips up the clothes, her upper body will look round and plump without any curves. No one needs to say anything, she feels annoyed every time she looks in the mirror.

Because of this, she didn't like winter at all in her previous life.

At this time in her previous life, her uncle was the deputy manager of Su Xiaojuan's company. She had no friends around her, and the only interaction between her and Xu Jiqing seemed to be that he left a piece of watermelon for him during a field trip.

Now she has too many things to do:

I have to go to school well, take extra classes, and keep an eye on Xu Jiqing's healthy physical and mental development so that he doesn't go astray. Every weekend after tutoring class, I have to go to the provincial troupe to rehearse with He Miao for an entire afternoon.

Su Xia fell asleep as soon as her head touched the pillow. No matter how much meat she ate, she still felt hungry, so she had no energy to worry about these things.

There were both regrets and successes in previous major events.

Su Xia has a stronger sense of crisis. Every night she takes out her little diary and writes down whatever she thinks of.

She clearly remembered that after this winter, when next spring came, several major events would happen around her—

The first thing was that her family suddenly had a lot of money because of real estate investment, and began to prepare for the company's listing.

The second thing was that in the string music competition that directly determined her university admission level, Su Xia was eliminated during the audition because she was too lazy in practicing the piano.

The third thing was that the baby fat on her face that she couldn't get rid of suddenly disappeared, and she lost weight unexpectedly.

Her once round face has become pointed at the chin, and her two dimples have changed from sweet to charming. Her smile is simply dazzling and beautiful.

This was also the reason why Zhou Zhiyan changed his opinion of her in his previous life.

Su Xia felt so ashamed when she thought of this incident.

There are so many things she could do with such a pretty face, but she chose to pick up trash and refused to change her mind no matter who tried to persuade her.

Su Xia secretly swore in her heart that she must focus on her career this time and must not waste this regret pill.

This winter, she spent almost all of her spare time practicing the piano. Her skills improved a lot, and even Teacher Li from the Conservatory of Music was impressed by her. But she was too sleepy during the day.

I feel sleepy during morning self-study, during class, and even during evening self-study.

The blink of an eye causes several seconds of blackout.

A week before Christmas, Teacher Ding came over and led the whole class to change seats, and Su Xia's seat moved from the window to the wall.

She has liked a small and closed environment since she was a child, and even liked to roll up her quilt into a tube when she slept. Now she feels endless sense of security when she leans on the right side, and she sleeps soundly without knowing when the day ends.

He Miao still remembered that Su Xia had told her that she was going to improve a few places at the end of the semester. She was so worried that she would poke Su Xia's knee from under the table every once in a while.

Like a perpetual motion machine.

Every time she poked her, Su Xia would wake up for half an hour and desperately try to finish a few questions.

When I closed my eyes again, Teacher Xiao He’s carrot ballpoint pen came again.

On the night after the monthly exam, we were about to continue like this. Before the third self-study class started, the Chinese teacher suddenly came to the classroom door and said, "He Miao, come here."

He Miao hurriedly got up and ran to the classroom door in small steps.

The Chinese teacher came out in a hurry, a red pen still tucked between her fingers. She gave a few simple instructions and headed for the office. "You've almost finished your homework, right? Come to the office and help me calculate the scores for the second paper. Call the class representative from Class 5."

This is a very common job and He Miao has long been accustomed to it.

She quite likes being able to know the highest scores in the grade in advance and to eavesdrop on some gossip from the teachers.

He Miao responded, ran back to his seat, got a red pen and was about to leave. After taking two steps, he thought of the needy student sitting at the back table who couldn't leave his own side.

She glanced back.

Su Xia's face was resting on the palm of her hand, her cheeks were puffed up, and her eyes had been closed for who knows how long.

He Miao sighed, hesitated for two seconds, and then retreated to Xu Jiqing's desk. His voice was low and humble, "...Um, I promised Xia Xia to wake her up, but I have to leave now. Can you please keep an eye on her for me?"

For some reason, she always had a hunch that Su Xia trusted Xu Jiqing very much, otherwise she would not have made such a strange entrustment.

"Just poke her with a pen to wake her up. You two have such a good relationship...she'll definitely listen to you."

Xu Jiqing sat there doing the questions, not even raising his long dark eyelashes. "Okay."

He Miao left in a hurry.

It was not until the bell rang and the classroom became quiet again that Xu Jiqing turned his head and looked at Su Xia.

She slept soundly.

Her fingers poked out a little from the sleeves of her sweater, her face flushed, her petal-like lips were moist and red, and her head shook.

He looked at her greedily for a long time before he touched her shoulder lightly with the back of his hand.

I don't know whether I want to wake her up or let her continue sleeping.