You stay in my heart

chapter seven

Xie Pingchuan words opened the cycle, in Xu Bai's mind constantly flip.

She forgot how she came to the stage, only remembered when she stepped on the steps, Xie Pingchuan also smiled at her. She saw crowds of people, mixed lights and shadows, heard voices and laughter, but these feelings seemed far away from her.

She sat down by the grand piano, her skirt flowing like a river. After the violin sounded, she played a very smooth prelude, and the whole team was perfect.

The performance couldn't have gone badly because they rehearsed for a long time.

After the curtain call, applause continued.

Xu Bai ran to the stage with a skirt, and soon found Xie Pingchuan. She sat down next to him and begged for praise again, "We agreed first that you would tell me the truth."

Xie Pingchuan asked, "What are you talking about?"

Xu Bai looked at him, meaning: "Did you hear the ensemble just now?"

Xie Pingchuan picked up his schoolbag, opened the zipper on the side, and took out a... A thick book about a finger wide. He turned the pages to make sure they were accurate and intact before handing the whole book over to Xu Bai.

Xu Bai did not understand what had happened, and Xie Pingchuan explained to her: "This is a prize for you."

Xu Bai bowed his head and finally found that it was a Cambridge dictionary translated into English and French.

Xie Pingchuan said, "I heard from your father that you want to be a French translator. I remember you said you wanted to be an English translator..."

So Xie Pingchuan bought a dictionary translated into English and French. He thought that would solve all the problems.

Xu Bai didn't say anything.

She looked down at the dictionary and weighed it with both hands, but the dictionary was really heavy, and she actually couldn't hold it.

"What a big prize," Xu Bai rubbed the flyleaf with his fingertips. "My father doesn't even believe I can translate."

She nodded slightly and opened her heart: "I want to be a translator and also want to read linguistics." Because languages are like Bridges, and I want to be the one who builds them."

After saying this sentence, Xu Bai hugged the dictionary and smiled: "This metaphor seems wrong, I did not speak well."

Xie Pingchuan said: "Don't explain, I understand what you mean."

Xu Bai thought, life is rare a bosom friend, even more rare is that there is always someone to support what you want to do. She opened the first page of the dictionary and pushed the book in front of Xie Pingchuan. "Could you please write a sentence for me on the title page, and add your name?"

"That way, when I study, I will be very motivated," she said.

Xu Bai tone is very sincere, Xie Pingchuan no reason to refuse. He took out a pen and wrote on the flyleaf: "May you become a qualified translator."

At the end of the sentence, he made a dash to follow his signature.

Xie Pingchuan wrote a good hand, flowing clouds, vigorous and powerful. Because his handwriting fell on the title page, Xu Bai cherished the dictionary more and more. She took the book back into her arms and said decisively, "Okay, I'll make it work."

Xu Bai and Xie Pingchuan so inspirational time, the other side of the Jiheng is hovering at the door.

He did not have Xie Pingchuan's good luck, unable to blend into the background at this time. But he did not wait long. An acquaintance came before him.

That person is no other than Jian Yun.

Jian cloud first saw Jiheng, and dare not look at him. She pursed her lips, carried her skirt around to one side, looked down at the floor under her feet, and then said: "Learn, senior good."

Ji Heng heard the sound and turned his head too far.

"Oh, you're the one..." He couldn't remember her name and covered it up with a big smile. "You're a member of the ensemble."

Jian Yun said, "Yes."

As soon as the words came out, she couldn't help feeling lonely.

The reason for loneliness is that she wants to communicate with Jiheng, but has nothing to say.

Jian Yun tried to ask: "Senior to find someone?"

Ji Heng did not admit that he did not want to say that he came here because Xie Pingchuan was gone. He put his hand on Jianyun's shoulder and casually talked with her: "You don't always call me senior, senior, I am embarrassed to hear, call me Jiheng."

He expertly introduced himself: "Season is the season of the season, balance is the balance of the balance, good and easy to remember."

Jian Yun acquiesced to his statement.

It wasn't his name she cared about, it was the hand he put on her shoulder - she had never been so close to the opposite s*x before, and she felt extra nervous.

Ji Heng also noticed this and asked, "Are you a little afraid of me? Actually, I am a good person."

Before Jian Yun answered, Ji Heng took a step back. Facing the reflective tiles, he touched his hair: "That day in the park, I saw you were so anxious that you were almost crying..."

Jian Yun opened his mouth slightly: "You still remember me?"

"Of course," Ji Heng looked back at her with a good smile, "Otherwise why do I talk to you so much, I am not a stranger."

Today's Jian Yun is different. She wore a crocheted jacquard dress and her hair was completely up, revealing a handsome face. Not to mention Ji Heng, who has only one acquaintance, even several of her classmates do not know her.

She did not know what pleased her, but she whispered, "I am not afraid of you." Sort of answering his earlier question.

Ji Heng smiled and said, "You are so few words, quieter than Xie Pingchuan."

He just mentioned Xie Pingchuan, Xie Pingchuan came out from inside.

But Xie Pingchuan is not a person, he also followed Xu Bai behind. Xu Bai is wearing a coat over her shoulder and holding a thick book in her hand. Xie Pingchuan wants to help her take it, but she refuses: "I want to carry it home by myself."

Ji Heng stood by and glanced at the book, wondering what it was that Xu Bai valued and cherished so much - Ji Heng did not find the earth-shattering title, he only saw a few lines in French and English.

People often say that "birds of a feather flock together", or "don't know a person, judge his friends", meaning that when you don't know a person, you can look at his close circle of friends, how much can guess his interests.

So Xu Bai's interest is not an ordinary interest. Ji Heng thought.

He asked, "Xu Bai, do you plan to go abroad in the future?"

The question stumped Xu Bai.

She wanted to study abroad, but her father was against it and her mother was for it.

Xu Bai's mother is a professional painter, she studied in Italy in her early years, and also had an internship in the Netherlands, and after returning to China, he inherited his father's business, specializing in Chinese painting, the style of integration of Chinese and Western.

Perhaps it is because she has gone through this road, so when Xu Bai expressed her intention, her mother completely stood by her side.

Her father, on the contrary, often said some of the so-called "adult truth" that she had not heard, such as "you are still young, it is easy to lose money", or "translation is a dead-end job".

Xu Bai did not answer for a long time, Xie Pingchuan for her relief: "Xu Bai junior high school did not graduate, your question asked early."

Ji Heng put his hands in his pants pockets and asked Xie Pingchuan, "What about you, Xie Pingchuan, I suddenly remembered that you haven't told me which American universities you applied to?"

Xie Pingchuan is like a mystery.

When he said it, it was as if he hadn't: "I applied to the college I liked."

Xu Bai was listening, although she did not know Xie Pingchuan's plan, but she sincerely hope that Xie Pingchuan can apply to his favorite school.

Unfortunately, things didn't work out that way.

In December of that year, there was an early winter snow. So there are dead leaves in front of the court, white snow, like residual catkins, spread a new makeup.

Xu Bai walked through the hallway outside the door and around the backyard wall. She was wearing a cashmere scarf that covered the small part of her face, but she had no gloves on her hands - so that she could knock on the door.

Knock on Hirakawa's door.

Xie Pingchuan at home, home is more than him a person.

His parents came back, and the three of them gathered in his bedroom. Since Xie Pingchuan entered junior high school, this kind of pageant has not been a few times throughout the year.

The bedroom window was ajar, and Xu Bai was squatting outside, listening in on their conversation. She heard Xie Pingchuan's mother say: "You have learned programming since primary school, your father and I also support you, your programming level is high does not mean your ability, only that we are willing to cultivate you."

Xie Pingchuan did not speak, he sat very quietly.

His mother continued to educate him: "I told you many times, can not be ambitious, ambitious, when choosing a school, then apply." Are Harvard and MIT something you can try?"

Xie Pingchuan did not refute and remained silent.

Not only did he apply to Harvard and MIT, he also applied to Stanford and Princeton.

Just recently, he received a reply.

All rejection letters.

If that were all there was to it, parents might not be up in arms. The most disappointing thing for Xie Pingchuan's parents is that the two schools that Xie Pingchuan used to guarantee the bottom also politely rejected him before yesterday.

Safety schools, as the name suggests, are the schools with the worst overall situation in that batch of applications.

To Xie Pingchuan's parents, their son has always been a standout. Since he was in primary school, Xie Pingchuan has never let his parents worry about his grades. He is talented and works very hard.

However, at present, this excellence has been completely denied, and the once shining mountain has become a place of orcas.

After the mistake was made, most people did not think of how to remedy it, but put a tube of afterthought first - Xie Pingchuan's father was not immune, he said: "At the beginning, let you go to the intermediary, you did not listen to us."

Xie Pingchuan answered his father's words: "I don't need them to help me do my own things." The results are not necessarily better than they are now, applications are competitive and they are not perfect."

He spoke in a low voice, in fact, very good to listen to, Xu Bai usually like, but very distressed at the moment.

She crouched outside the door with her hands on her knees, watching the snow cling to the treetops like icing. She reached out and pushed the tree, and the snowball fell and hit her right on the head.

Xie Pingchuan's father asked, "What's that sound?"

Xie Pingchuan was closer to the window. He got up from his seat and walked to the window for a look.

Clearly seeing Xu Bai, he smiled and said, "It's Xu Bai's cat."

The smile did not matter; his mother was even angrier.

Mother sighed, "Your father and I raised you to be independent, not to let you be reckless, but to let you have a ruler in your heart and know how to measure your own behavior."

"How can you smile when you've been rejected by six colleges?" she asked.

"Apart from the application fee and the delivery fee, we have nothing to lose," said Xie, standing at the window.

He thought it would be better to laugh than to cry, but of course he would not say this - he had no intention of arguing with his parents and was tired of fighting.

Xie's parents wanted to immigrate to the United States, and they chose to do so through investment immigration. In order to settle the family properly, they have been busy with business for several years and have gradually planned their future road.

However, everything is difficult, and when their focus is on their career, they have little time to spend with their son.

When Xie Pingchuan was young, he was often lectured by his father. At that time, he was only seven or eight years old, at the age of dogs, but his brain was smart, and adults could not control it.

His father often caught him and instilled in him a philosophy of life, which he did not understand at first, but gradually understood, and finally let his parents rest assured.

Then, Xie Pingchuan went to junior high school. Every evening when he came home, he was alone in the house, and it took him a month to adapt and get used to living alone.

In fact, he is not alone, there is Xu Bai next door.

When Xie Pingchuan was in junior high school, Xu Bai was still in primary school. She arrived home before him, and whenever he entered the gate, she would run out to greet him, Shouting joyfully, "Brother is back."

Yeah, he's back.

He even felt happy to see Xu Bai.

At this moment, Xu Bai was squatting under his window.

Xie Pingchuan leaned forward, extended his left hand, touched the top of Xu Bai's head, and helped her push away the snow on her head.

Xu Bai dared not move.

She had just washed her hair, which was black and soft, like fine silk. This gave Xie the illusion that he was actually touching a cat.

Xie Pingchuan's father's voice pulled Xie Pingchuan back to reality: "If nothing else, you think about what to do now, MIT does not want to accept you, even if the minimum school rejected you..."

"There are still five universities that have not responded," Xie said.

The father asked, "Which five?"

Xie Pingchuan raised his head and looked into the distant sky: "Caltech, Carnegie Mellon..."

"Forget Caltech, it's not the school you can apply to," my father stood up, grabbed his suit jacket, threw it over him, and walked out of the room. "Is there another school you can apply to?"

Xu Bai did not listen to their conversation. She moved slowly beyond the wall and ran out of sight.