Chapter 170 New Life
Right next to her inconspicuous Polaroid photo, the original thumbtack had been removed at some point, like the smallest anchor in the universe, anchoring a paper boat for her.
There seemed to be something under the paper boat.
Su Xia reached out and took down the two photos.
One photo shows Xu Jiaojiao wearing a swimming cap and lying on a float, practicing kicking hard.
The other is incredibly simple:
Sunshine, a sky as blue as the sea, and an open right hand.
It is healthy and stretched, as if simulating the shape of holding hands with someone.
Like a new life.
The classroom was silent and deserted, with only the gentle evening breeze blowing.
Hot and intense tears came suddenly, Su Xia choked for a long time, and squatted along the wall, unable to control herself anymore.
I cried out loudly for relief, for relief, and for all the grievances, anxieties and longings I have felt in these days.
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After returning home that day, Su Xia washed up and went to bed early for the first time in a long time and had a good sleep.
From the third mock exam to the last week of June, she no longer insisted on getting up before dawn, and no longer cared about the gains and losses of a city or a pond. Instead, she firmly believed that she had prepared all the luggage she needed for the future, and she just had to find her direction and start again.
She was fully prepared for the final battle in June.
All you need to do now is to stop, hug yourself, and say thank you for your hard work. You have done a great job.
Take a breath and give the gears of fate some room to turn.
The arrival of plum rains is unusually late this year.
The sky was clear on the 7th and 8th.
At five o'clock in the afternoon, the bell rang for the last English exam to be handed in.
When they walked out of the examination building, He Miao, who happened to be assigned to a nearby examination room, was already waiting in front of the corridor. The moment they found each other, the two girls ran towards each other and hugged each other tightly.
Everyone's hands were cold and everyone's voice was a little shaky.
They held hands and spun around several times like little forest animals, crying and laughing.
Even in a school uniform and without makeup, Su Xia's face is still eye-catching.
Many people around turned to look. He Miao forced himself to suppress the urge to jump around and stared at his friend, "How are you?"
Su Xia thought for a moment, her lips curled up, "I'm already debating whether to have roast duck or mutton hot pot for the first meal."
"What are you hesitating about?" He Miao's nose was still red, but he laughed along with her, "Just divide it into the first half and the second half."
"Eighteen-year-old girl is so young, she can eat anything."
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For the vast majority of people who grew up in this land, Peking University and Tsinghua University are more like a symbol, a supreme medal that far exceeds the university itself.
Even Su Xia in his previous life had seen it in many interviews.
Many elites who have achieved success in their careers by middle age still feel that the most glorious moment in the first half of their lives was not winning any major awards or ringing the bell on the Nasdaq, but the summer vacation when they were admitted to Peking University and Tsinghua University.
Su Xia finally experienced this dizzy feeling of soaring to the sky this summer.
Calmness and relaxation can help people enter the flow state.
Even Su Xia herself had never thought that the best results she had achieved in three years of high school would appear on the day of the college entrance examination.
Her total score is 652.
This year, the admission score for science majors in Tsinghua University and Jiangnan Province is 691.
More than that, it is even enough, there is room for professional choice. It is no longer the case that as long as you get into Tsinghua University, everything will be fine and you can only wait silently for adjustment.
Class 4 had just been notified to the whole school that they were going to watch a movie together during evening self-study. Because their admission results were so good that they didn't look like those of a parallel class, Teacher Ding was given a big red flower.
Not to mention other key universities, just the two Tsinghua Universities are enough for Teacher Ding to brag about until retirement.
Su Xiaojuan is even more exaggerated.
The teacher appreciation banquet at the five-star hotel is over, but I still haven’t had enough of being a genius mom.
Because he didn't want to go back to his hometown to do charity work, he simply set up buffets in the company and several factories. The time clock in the cafeteria was shut down for three days, and even the guy who came to the company to deliver a courier could take away a bag of snacks.
He almost put up a banner and forced all old customers who hadn't been in contact for several years to know that Mr. Su's daughter had been admitted to Tsinghua University. Only then did he give up.
Perhaps because of the shadow of the special talent examination, a few days before school started, Su Xiaojuan insisted on sending Su Xia to Beijing.
On the eve of departure, several large suitcases were spread out on the ground.
Su Xia squatted on the side, watching Su Xiaojuan fold new skirts of various lengths and thicknesses, and put bags and jewelry into bags. He followed her like a follower and took out the things one by one.
Su Xiaojuan crossed her arms and glanced at her, then very persistently brought over a few more pairs of high heels to go with her dress, "Can you give me some?"
"You said you wanted to live in the dormitory with your classmates and didn't want me to buy a house near the school. Did I agree to everything?"
"What does the brochure that came with the acceptance letter say? Your art troupe has summer and winter training, and they usually travel around for exchanges and performances. The other girls are all glamorous, but you're just going to be a dusty little mouse. You don't want this or that. Why? Are you planning on going on stage in your No. 1 Middle School uniform?"
"It's an art troupe performance, not my special beauty pageant." Su Xia was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
"Mom, I won't have as much time to play the violin in the future. Law school is very stressful. I'm usually busy with classes and exams. How can I have time to dress up as a butterfly?"
When it came to her studies, Su Xiaojuan finally relented, but she was still puzzled. "Come to think of it, why did you choose law when you applied for college?"
"Your Aunt Lili's child is about to enter her senior year. She's having a breakdown every day because of the bar exam and she regrets not changing her major."
Why study the Fa?
Su Xia was once a mediocre art student, and also an art student who made it onto the honor roll of the college entrance examination of No. 1 Middle School. When people told others about her, even Teacher Li from the Conservatory of Music felt proud.
She has some talent in playing the violin. As long as she is willing to work hard and persevere, it may not be easy to become a performer, but she may be able to become a pretty good musician.
But just as she did not try the small art exam during the high school entrance exam, she did not consider the Affiliated Middle School of the Conservatory of Music, but instead went to an ordinary key high school.
Su Xiaojuan's original intention for asking her to persist in learning the piano was simply because she liked it.
I want to give her more support, so that she can go to a better school and see a wider world, instead of boxing her in a narrow path in life from a young age when she knows nothing.
I have been through two lives in this world. In my previous life, I was in a daze and was pushed around from beginning to end.
It was not until now that Su Xia had something close to her dream in her heart.
Is there any other way out of the predicament that forced fifteen-year-old Xu Jiqing to take a gamble and risk his life to break his arm?
In her previous life, after Su Xiaojuan was innocently imprisoned, was there really no room for her to turn around and overturn the verdict?
Right this very second.
How many people, like Xu Jiqing and Su Xiaojuan at that time, are standing on the edge of the cliff of fate?
Perhaps someone else could answer these questions for her.
But the only one who can explore, change and save with her own hands is herself.
The living room is filled with warm and gentle light.
Su Xia hugged her mother's waist, her voice soft but firm, "Because I want to protect you."
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