Chapter 103 Bow Tie
The next week, when Su Xia returned to the kindergarten, it was lunchtime. She was holding a small steamed bun in her left hand and a spoon full of meat in her right hand, eating with relish. Two or three skinny little boys came over with a grin on their faces, calling "Fat Pig, Fat Pig" loudly.
But they didn't expect that little Suxia, who had put down the bowl crying last week, would not stand up until he had finished chewing and swallowing it, and then drank a sip of milk, then rolled up his sleeves and raised his hands high.
What does she want to do.
Do you want to sue the teacher?
The children were all stunned. Some even imitated her, sticking out their tongues and making faces. “Suxia Pig, Suxia Pig, Lulululululu, the teacher is right there, go tell her!”
In the eyes of the teachers, Su Xia has always been very well-behaved and active in eating, so they don't need any special attention.
But in just a blink of an eye, the small cafeteria was filled with crying sounds. All the boys around Su Xia were wiping their tears, some were sobbing silently, and some were even bleeding from their noses.
It didn't feel like being slapped in the face by a little girl, but more like hitting a wall out of thin air.
Su Xia innocently raised her two small, white and tender hands, like snowballs, and said, "...Teacher, I really didn't use much force!"
Who could have thought they would be so weak?
She hasn’t finished her meal yet. Has she cried enough? Can she sit down and continue?
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The current situation is unclear and the road ahead is tortuous.
But as long as she takes action, things will be different.
When you are a child, you don’t have so many things to worry about. You can become strong by eating well.
When she was seventeen or eighteen years old, Su Xia wanted to go to faraway places and had many people she wanted to protect.
If she wants to not rely on anyone in the future and not be bullied, she must first seriously solve the college entrance examination. This is the first drop of water from a stream into the sea and the first step towards the vast wilderness.
She was still attending tutoring classes for other subjects, but Xu Jiqing had already planned the path forward for mathematics, which gave her the most headaches. All she had to do was work hard step by step.
Su Xia's mind is now very clear:
She likes Xu Jiqing, and she wants to absorb the nutrients from Xu Jiqing's classes. The two are not contradictory at all.
Having been a poor student for too long, she has little confidence in her ability to understand things. She is afraid that even if she has an epiphany, she will forget it when she gets home.
So starting from the second class, she would open the recording software every time and put her phone aside.
Xu Jiqing has a nice voice, clear and clean, with a deep, youthful tone.
When I listen to her asking questions or repeating things, she would occasionally say "hmm", which was calm but magnetic, brushing past her ears like a feather. When she was explaining a topic, she was charming in another way.
She couldn't say for sure.
Perhaps it is true that beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. She might have found Xu Jiqing's straightforward and logical presentation style boring in the past, but now she is so excited that she can listen and take notes until late at night.
When she covered the steps of the problem with a notebook, leaving only the stem exposed, and started over, her thought process was also dubbed. Xu Jiqing's voice would read out the steps she wrote down.
If the boss is possessed, it would be unacceptable if it gets any worse.
A whole month of hard work has yielded significant results.
Su Xia took make-up classes until a week before school started, and for the first time in her life, she finished her summer homework on time.
I finished the white-covered exercise book issued by the school, and according to the supplementary class progress, I repeatedly reviewed a thick stack of A4 pages of key college entrance examination examples. My status directly improved from "not very good" to "a little bit good". Occasionally, if I am lucky and come across a familiar question that I have broken down, I can directly ascend to "Tsinghua University is waiting for me".
This Friday.
Xu Jiaojiao, who rarely came along, said that there was a public daycare class at the affiliated primary school where she was learning English.
Su Xia listened to the lecture in silence until ten o'clock. When he looked up again, it was already dark outside the window. A dazzling white light suddenly appeared in the clouds, and there was a faint rumbling sound of thunder.
She has a cello lesson soon, and her bright red cello case is leaning against the sofa.
They were both packing their things. Xu Jiqing looked at her and asked, "You didn't bring an umbrella?"
Su Xia nodded, a little embarrassed, "...the weather forecast didn't mention that."
Ten years ago, weather forecasts were completely inaccurate.
The weather in Jiangcheng in midsummer changes every moment.
No matter how hot the sun was just now, it would rain heavily in the blink of an eye. The raindrops were fast and heavy, and it would only hurt when they hit people, but it would be troublesome if water got into the cello.
She straightened her body and glanced out the window at the cobblestone pier in the distance, seriously considering the possibility of a taxi driving up to the store door.
Xu Jiqing asked again, "What time is the class?"
Su Xia: "Eleven o'clock."
Even if you take the subway, it only takes 30 minutes to get there. It's still early, but Li Chun is here at this hour.
She was used to going through the junior sister's class and finding some faults first, rather than executing her directly in class.
Xu Jiqing said "hmm", glanced at the time on his phone, slung his bag over his shoulder, and said, "I'll take you there."
Su Xia looked at him blankly, her almond-shaped eyes wide open.
Isn't he scheduled to take classes seamlessly? He even has to serve as a competition sparring partner for junior high students...
Where does he find the time?
Xu Jiqing seemed not to notice her expression.
His voice was calm, yet contained a force that brooked no argument. "Wait five minutes."
The door to the cafe opened, and the tall and thin figure of the boy quickly disappeared at the end of the mall, so fast that Su Xia had no time to react.
She was overwhelmed with emotions, her heart was pounding, she felt a mixture of sour and sweet, and she couldn't help but think from Xu Jiqing's perspective.
Zhang Yue is the nephew of coach Zhang Jianyuan, so Xu Jiqing can’t afford to offend him, right?
If I stand up this young master, will he have to wait longer to come back at noon? Judging from his temper, he probably won't even have time to eat...
She was like a primary school student waiting for her parents to pick her up, carrying her schoolbag and holding the cello case in front of her, staring eagerly at the door where he disappeared.
Soon, perhaps in less than five minutes as Xu Jiqing promised, he came back.
Xu Jiqing's forehead was slightly damp with sweat. He picked up a plastic bag from the convenience store downstairs and took out two raincoats and handed them to her, "Put them on the cello."
Su Xia was stunned for a moment, then took it and opened it.
It's a very thick, translucent raincoat with snap buttons on the pockets, not the disposable plastic sheets sold by vendors in scenic spots.
She shook out the raincoat and wrapped it around the piano from top to bottom. Even after zipping it up, it was still loose, with the hood and sleeves hanging down.
Su Xia subconsciously looked up at him.
...What should I do?
Xu Jiqing pursed his lips and asked, "Are you afraid?"
Su Xia shook her head. "It won't be damaged even by scratching. It's very strong."
Although she said so, Xu Jiqing was still very careful in her actions.
He narrowed his long, dark eyelashes as he put on the other raincoat from the bottom up. He lifted the hanging part with his fingers and tied it neatly into a knot. He didn't use much strength, and the knot didn't even look ugly.
It is a bow whose shape can be vaguely seen.
Is this the kind of person who acts like a brother...
Su Xia was stunned, and Shui Yingying's eyes didn't blink.
Xu Jiqing seemed to have misunderstood her meaning. He lowered his eyes awkwardly and said, "Just make do with it for now. It probably won't get wet."
He had never come into contact with this kind of instrument before and didn't know how to take care of it.
I was just guessing instinctively, and almost mistook that shiny and delicate violin case for a second Su Xia.
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