Chapter 180 Zhao Wenxian x Shen Yanheng 1
"Zhao Wenxian! Did I send you to school so you can fall in love?!"
With a slap, the palms of the girl's hands were red from being hit by the bamboo vines. She straightened up stubbornly and said, "I'm not in love."
"I just like him."
"Like? What right do you have to like Zhao Wenxian! You have forgotten everything the hired teacher taught you!" The woman sat on the chair, hitting the table with a bamboo stick in frustration.
"Isn't what your family gives you enough? They provide you with good food and drink, and they hire teachers to teach you etiquette. Don't you know why?"
"Hands up!"
It fell on the palm of her hand again, and Zhao Wenxian bit her lip to endure the pain.
"You just like him now, but will you want to fall in love later when you are brave enough? Who would want a woman who falls in love too early in the future?"
"Do you know shame? Do you know self-love?!"
The woman became angrier as she spoke, and she forgot to control the force with which she struck the bamboo stick.
Zhao Wenxian's palms were already bleeding from the beating. The woman angrily threw the bamboo stick aside, picked up the diary on the table and threw it at her, "Tear it up for me!"
"Mom..." Zhao Wenxian cried out with sobs, but in return she received a more severe look from the woman.
"Tear it up for me! Keeping this thing will be a stain on your life!"
Zhao Wenxian lowered her head and looked at the notebook on the ground, which contained an excellent reference answer to a political question.
Tears still fell without making any money. It turned out that she was not qualified. It turned out that it was wrong for her to like someone...
Her palms were burning with pain, and her knees were numb from kneeling for so long. She leaned over and picked up the diary, and with shaking hands, she tore off page after page. The paper scratched the scars on her palms, and she tore each page into pieces as if she had no feeling...
*
"Wen Xian, why did you change classes?"
A week later, Zhao Wenxian went to the office to hand in her homework and came out, where she ran into her former deskmate in the same class, Sun Linqiu. One of them was the representative of the politics class, and the other was the representative of the history class, and they were good friends in the class.
Zhao Wenxian smiled faintly, "My mother said that Mr. Wang in Class 5 teaches mathematics better."
"Ah? Okay." Sun Linqiu was a little surprised. "When you didn't come that day, I thought something happened, but the head teacher said you were transferred to another class."
"I'm fine." Zhao Wenxian said, looking around, pulling Sun Linqiu to the side, and taking advantage of the noise around them, she asked quietly, "Qiuqiu, do you still have the reference answers to the political exam questions that the teacher handed out last week? I lost mine before I even had time to look at them."
"References for political exam questions?" Sun Linqiu thought about it and it seemed like there was such a thing. "There should be more. I'll go look for it. Come to me after your lunch break and I'll give it to you."
Zhao Wenxian smiled and said, "Okay."
The next class was about to begin. Sun Linqiu said goodbye to her and hurried back to class. Zhao Wenxian also returned to the classroom.
During the entire lunch break, Zhao Wenxian looked up at her watch from time to time. As soon as the bell rang, she closed her unfinished homework book and just walked out of the classroom, she saw Sun Linqiu running towards her with a smile.
"Wen Xian." Sun Linqiu trotted over and handed her a piece of paper. "Here you go."
Zhao Wenxian took it and looked at it, but found that the paper was not a printed A4 paper, but a beige paper, and the words on it were not printed, but seemed to be... handwritten.
"This......"
"I don't have it anymore. When I went to see the teacher, he said the rest had been distributed to other classes, but he told me who wrote it."
"The teacher asked me to go get his paper and make a copy. I didn't expect that person to be Shen Yanheng. I didn't expect that he actually wrote a handwritten copy!"
Zhao Wenxian's heart beat rapidly, and the paper in her hand became a little hot. "Qiuqiu, thank you."
"It's okay, I'll go back to class first. I wish you happy learning in your new class!"
Zhao Wenxian nodded, folded the papers, walked back to the classroom quickly, returned to her seat, and opened it carefully. The handwriting on it was neat and strong, giving people a very stable feeling. The answer given was also more detailed than before.
Others may not know, but she recognized the word the first time she saw it last week.
Zhao Wenxian took out the amulet she carried with her, took out the talisman paper inside, then folded the paper and put it back in.
The wound on her hand had long since healed, leaving only a few shallow marks. Zhao Wenxian's eyes were filled with sadness as she scribbled on the draft book with a pen...
*
After the college entrance examination, Zhao Wenxian was admitted to the history department of A University, and later was admitted to graduate school. After that, she stayed at A University to teach. For so many years, she has been following the path arranged by her family.
Fortunately, history was her favorite subject, and luckily Shen Yanheng was also in University A. Although they had no chance to meet each other, she was already very satisfied just to occasionally run into him in school.
Over the years, Zhao Wenxian has carefully hidden this love in her heart, never told anyone, and did not leave any stain as her mother said.
The amulet was the only thing she could keep. Perhaps her mother could not have imagined that the amulet that kept her safe was hiding a secret love that lasted for ten years.
After class on Friday, I was required to go home tonight.
Zhao Wenxian packed her things and the driver from her family came to pick her up. Before entering the house, she took a deep breath, as if that would give her the courage to go in.
"Dad, Mom, I'm back."
"When you come back, wash your hands and eat."
Zhao Wenxian responded, washed her hands and sat down at the dining table. As soon as she picked up the chopsticks, Zhao Heng's voice rang out.
"Wen Xian is twenty-seven this year?"
Zhao Wenxian paused for a moment and picked up the dish in front of her.
Zhao's mother responded, and then Zhao Heng said, "It's almost done."
"There's a blind date the day after tomorrow. Arrange for her to go."
Zhao's mother responded while serving him soup. The two of them chatted without asking Zhao Wenxian's opinion throughout the whole process, as if she was just informing her.
Zhao Wenxian ate her meal stiffly, listening to them starting to discuss the wedding and dowry. A wave of sadness welled up in her heart. This day had finally come.
She had no choice at all. She had no choice of any path from childhood to adulthood.
She knew it long ago. Her life had been arranged for her. She would grow up according to their predetermined plan, and then choose a man who would be beneficial to his career to marry her off. She would then take care of her husband and children and be a good wife and mother. This was her life.
For a moment, Zhao Wenxian wanted to muster up the courage to say no, to resist, or even to run away regardless of everything, but she had nowhere to go. The scars on her palms also reminded her that she could not escape...
Zhao's mother happily dressed her up, as if the work she had been doing for so many years was finally bearing fruit. Zhao Wenxian forced herself to smile and cooperate, trying to accept the fate that she was unwilling to accept but could not resist.
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