After taking a shower, Sang Chi sat back down and fiddled with her camera for a while. She transferred the photo of Duan Jiaxu to her computer and created a new favorites folder.
I also included the group photo taken when I went to Duan Jiaxu's house last time.
She thought about it, logged into QQ with her computer, and found the photos of Duan Jiaxu that she had taken secretly from a private album in her space.
The three photos have different tones and pixels.
Putting them together like this gives them a distinct sense of time.
Sang Chi stared blankly for a long time, and suddenly remembered the period in his senior year of high school.
During that period, her condition inexplicably deteriorated. She often made careless mistakes in physics, which she had always done well in. Her overall grades plummeted and her ranking in the grade continued to fall.
On the day I received the coming-of-age gift from Duan Jiaxu, the results of the Nanwu City mock exam were also released.
It was the worst exam result she had ever gotten in her entire senior year of high school.
Therefore, after the self-study that day.
She was called in for a talk by the teacher.
The head teacher had noticed her affair with a sports student from the next class, so when her grades dropped, he thought it was because she was in a relationship that affected her grades.
When communicating with her, he was particularly ruthless in his words.
Sang Chi listened to her lesson silently and just repeated "I'm not in love". Then she went back to the classroom, picked up her schoolbag and took the bus home.
All in all, senior high school students only have half a day off a week.
After school on Saturday afternoon, students have to go back to school the next day for evening self-study. But most students leave home at noon and arrive at school in the afternoon.
The day she returned home happened to be her birthday.
Li Ping and Sang Rong are cooking in the kitchen.
Maybe it was her birthday, Sang Yan was at home for the first time, sitting on the sofa watching TV. When he saw her coming back, he just raised his chin and said calmly, "Duan Jiaxu sent you a package and put it in your room."
Sang Chi nodded and returned to her room in silence.
She closed the door, put the heavy schoolbag on the table, lowered her eyes to look at the sender on the express box, and then slowly opened the box.
I saw a set of cosmetics inside, which also came with a greeting card.
Sang Chi opened the greeting card.
The man's handwriting was bold and neat, and he only wrote one line of words.
I wish little Sangzhi a happy adulthood.
These seemed to be what she had been expecting for a long time.
All the emotions came flooding back.
The pressure brought by senior year of high school, the teacher's unreasonable accusations, and the uncontrollable feeling of grievance.
Sang Chi stared at this sentence, his eyes gradually turned red, and after a while, he couldn't help but let out a sob in his throat, accompanied by tears that continued to fall down.
I feel it is extremely difficult.
She didn't dare let anyone hear her, so she squatted on the ground, trying her best to hold back her tears. Her whole body was shaking, and then she began to hiccup.
Like I can't breathe.
At that moment.
Sang Chi truly realized what it felt like to grow up.
I no longer dare to cry wantonly, and regard speaking out as a shameful thing;
No longer dare to treat willfulness as a daily routine, and clearly understand what should be done and what should not be done;
I no longer dare to have wild dreams, and no longer dare to treat fairy tales as life, making my days become regular and dull.