Chapter 165 Handwriting
She just got out of bed and can't walk fast.
Su Xiaojuan kept her eyes on her hands and feet, and even though her hat and scarf were wrapped tightly, she would pull them up from time to time, fearing that the wind would blow her head.
"Walk slowly, walk slowly, slowly."
The woman frowned and called out "slowly" four times, her tone becoming softer and softer. "I came out in a hurry. Are your ankles cold with them exposed?"
Su Xia didn't even look around and replied obediently, "It's not cold."
She always wore thick furry socks on her feet.
Su Xiaojuan might have bought it from a small shop near the hospital. The style is a bit ugly, but it is very warm and does not squeeze the calves.
Every morning after the doctor came to check on her, Su Xiaojuan would lift her up and cover her with the quilt.
Right now, my down jacket has covered my calves, and it's no different from taking a walk wrapped in a blanket.
"Your mother thinks you're cold," Su Xiaojuan glanced at her, "Do you still want to walk outside? Come back with me first and put on your snow boots."
"Mom, I want to wait here for you to come back."
"I'm too slow. It's too much trouble to go back again," Su Xia said eagerly, swearing seriously, "I won't run away."
Su Xiaojuan couldn't tell whether she felt distressed or amused, "Still running! You're lucky you can stand up straight now."
In the end, she couldn't persuade her. Su Xiaojuan sighed, glanced at the nurse station not far away, stared at Su Xia sitting on the plastic chair, pulled the hem of her down jacket down, and then turned around.
"Don't move a step, mom will be back soon."
Su Xia sat with her hands on her knees and nodded slowly.
This time she really scared Su Xiaojuan.
For many nights, she would wake up from nightmares. No matter when she woke up, as long as she moved, Su Xiaojuan would wake up immediately. She lost a lot of weight in a few days.
There were so many questions she wanted to ask, so many excuses she wanted to give, about Xu Jiqing's affairs, about herself, but every time she looked into her mother's eyes, the words couldn't help but disappear on her lips.
Children are the flesh that falls from their mother's body.
Having this piece of meat of hers is enough, and she doesn't want to see Su Xiaojuan lose weight for her anymore.
The corridor is only this long.
Su Xia sat on the plastic chair and looked carefully from one end to the other several times. As she expected, the visiting hours in large hospitals were very strict and no one would show up at this time.
It's only the tenth day of the first lunar month, and the national winter camp just closed in the afternoon. Is Xu Jiqing still in Beijing?
Beijing is a very large city, stretching outward in rings, with seemingly no end in sight.
But in the face of greater time and destiny, this city is just a dot.
She and he are even smaller, a speck of dust in a dot.
Without mobile phones and other electronic means of communication, that thin connection is broken.
Su Xia felt a little aggrieved, and her shoulders slumped down involuntarily. For a moment, she didn't know what the point of staying in the corridor was.
There was no sound in the corridor, only the screen next to the nurse station was playing a short science video silently.
Su Xia looked at it for a while. The cleaning lady just happened to be cleaning up here. She glanced at the paper boat beside her and said, "Girl, is this yours?"
"It's windy at night. If you spread it out for a while, it will blow away. Put it in your pocket quickly."
The aunt worked very efficiently and didn't say anything when she saw her standing there in a daze.
While wiping the stool, he kindly put the paper boat back on her legs, and soon left with the bucket.
Su Xia opened her lips and held the paper boat in her palm.
From a distance, it looks like a colorful advertising paper, but up close, there are actually only a few main colors: black, white, and purple. The Tsinghua University emblem is folded and misplaced, and against the light, some handwritten words can be seen faintly in the gaps.
An indescribable intuition arose in my heart.
Su Xia's breathing stagnated.
Her heart suddenly started beating uncontrollably, as if there was some mysterious force urging her to get closer to an agreement or an answer.
She took a deep breath, apologized in her heart to the real owner who might have made a mistake, and took apart the paper boat with trembling hands.
It was an early admissions flyer from Tsinghua University Chayuan.
The introduction of the Turing Award-winning academic leader is at the top, with detailed research directions in computer science, quantum information, and artificial intelligence listed below, a star-studded list. Anyone returning from ten years later would be unfazed by the boundless promise these few lines represent.
The stock and real estate markets are volatile, with ebbs and flows like bubbles.
However, technology is extremely advanced. Those who can see far enough can lead the world's progress with their personal will.
In his previous life, Su Xia didn't know much about Xu Jiqing's background, but he had seen in the few interviews with entrepreneurs he had participated in that he was one of the most outstanding alumni of Chayuan in the past decade.
From the time Xu Jiqing became famous to the time he became the country's leading expert in the field of large models, and even in the years after his death, discussions about him have never stopped.
Some people say that he came from a poor family and was a mathematics competition student in high school, but for reasons that could not be made public, he withdrew from the national competition twice and even had to repeat the college entrance examination.
Some say he is aloof and cold, extremely authoritarian, and lacks the most basic empathy for his partners.
Some people say that he made too many enemies and did whatever it took to make money in his early years, so it was his fate that he would not live long.
But no one will deny it.
No matter how fleeting a meteor is, it was once extremely dazzling.
In the field of artificial intelligence, he is an absolute super genius and the brightest guiding star.
The folded leaflet had creases all over it, vertical and horizontal, and uneven.
Su Xia was very excited. She spread it out on her knees and looked at it for a long time with bated breath.
Just as I was about to fold the paper back into the small square and put it back into the outer pocket of my down jacket, I found a line of words in the only blank space in the lower right corner.
Her eyes were sore and hot, her heart was wrapped in layers of waves, and she quickly raised her sleeves to wipe away her tears.
This is because the fifteen small paper boats, when unfolded, all had the same sentence written in the same place.
The handwriting was similar to the one I used to write homework for her.
Better looking and more determined.
The brushstrokes sank slightly on the smooth paper, and she could almost imagine what the other person looked like when he wrote these words:
【I will give you a real ship.】
It will be strong, warm and unstoppable.
It's not made of paper.
Not afraid of wind and rain, nor of thick fog and darkness.
The setting sun casts golden light, the sea sparkles, and the world unfolds before her eyes in the most gentle and beautiful way.
She believed in him and in herself.
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The most feared symptom of carbon monoxide poisoning is delayed encephalopathy.
Because of this, even though young people have good metabolism and recover faster than other cases, Su Xia still stayed in the hospital in Beijing for a full twenty days.
By the day of discharge, all indicators returned to normal, and the forsythia outside the window was blooming bright yellow.
Su Xia was sitting in the special car on the way to the airport. She had just taken out her vocabulary book and memorized two pages when Su Xiaojuan closed the cover and confiscated the book.
"Did you forget about the headache you had two days ago? It won't hurt for a while. Close your eyes and rest."
"It's been delayed for so long, I wish I could break myself into eight pieces and use them."
Su Xia snatched the book back and held it in her arms like a treasure. "The results of the special talent exam won't be out until April. What if I don't get the extra two points? Every point counts."
The cell phone is still in Su Xiaojuan's hand and has never been returned to her.
But the parent-teacher group receives messages every now and then, and if there is an important notification, Su Xiaojuan will share it with her.
The college entrance examination physical examination and the first mock exam all passed during the more than half a month she was lying in bed.
The physical examination can be postponed by reporting it, but the college entrance examination will not wait for her.
Su Xia was extremely anxious. She had mouth ulcers under her tongue. She gasped in pain every time she ate or talked, and her little face was wrinkled.
This anxiety continued until returning to school.
In March, the 100-day oath-taking ceremony has passed, but the red banners are still hung between the camphor trees, creating a tense atmosphere.
When I first entered the classroom, lunch break had not yet ended.
He Miao was busy organizing his notes. When they made eye contact, he could interpret Su Xia's life situation over the past month from her face. He felt distressed and emotional, and tried his best to find topics to boost the king's morale.
"Have you never known how many points Xu Jiqing scored?"
Su Xia shook her head blankly.
She now lives like a cave dweller, with very little information.
"He must have made it to the training camp, right?"
Based on the paper boat materials from before, she speculated quietly, "Top ten?"
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