Next, I only knew that I went to Beijing, and Xiaoya continued to stay in Suzhou. In the next two years, I wrote a letter to her, but she never replied. In February 1998, when I returned to Shanghai during the winter vacation, I called her again and found that the number was already empty. I don’t know what she had, but I knew that one day she would come to me, and I believe every word she said to me.

Later I had a girlfriend. I often held her hand and walked quietly on the shore of Weiming Lake, watching the sunset and the breeze blowing on the willows, the water surface sparkling and tranquility. She enjoyed this feeling very much, and every time I came to this time, I would silently recite in my heart: Xiaoya, I will help you realize your dream!

When I met Xiaoya again, it was already the end of October 1999. She told me: she had received the admission letter from Nagoya University. On the 5th of next month, on her 20th birthday, she will board a flight from Shanghai to Tokyo.

I asked her: What's going on?

She smiled: Thank you for your reminder.

twelve,

Liu Jiaming was getting more and more confused about the little woman he raised.

When Xiaoya asked her to attend a class at Su Da, he didn't take it too seriously. He just thought that this girl was a genius and probably wanted to read more books to increase her charm. After all, men still like girls with a little bit of culture. Liu Jiaming even regarded Xiaoya's idea as a trick to please him.

But later he completely denied this view. First of all, countless signs showed that Xiaoya had no interest in pleasing herself, including the two previous conversations. This girl regarded the fact that she was a mistress as a job, but it must be admitted that Xiaoya was very serious in her work attitude, including cooking for him, helping him with massage, shopping, watching movies, and even sleeping with him. Because Liu Jiaming's business became busier and busier, and his physical strength was no longer good. In many cases, Xiaoya tried her best to serve him, making him satisfied as her only goal. The more this happened, the more Liu Jiaming understood that Xiaoya was indeed not moved by him, she was just working.

Secondly, he found that Xiaoya was really studying very seriously. Although she was an unstudy student, she went to class at 8 o'clock every morning and spent the afternoon in the afternoon. She was basically unable to move. After a year, she still remembered three thick notes, which looked really not good.

Liu Jiaming has many friends in business and many mistresses. Sometimes everyone will talk about women together. Women raised by others either like to go shopping for clothes, bags, jewelry every day, or do beauty and hair all day long. Those who are a little older like to gambling. Whether they play cards or mahjong, they lose a thousand or eight hundred. When they come back, they look calm and act coquettishly and ask men for it. There is basically no one who does serious things. Sometimes he is also strange and asks their friends: Why are the women you are looking for like this?

People rolled their eyes: As canaries, what do you still expect them to do? Be a doctor or an engineer? Do you still need to support them if they have the ability? Isn’t it just that I can’t do anything and want to live a good life?

Liu Jiaming even felt that Xiaoya was quite unique.

Once, he couldn't help but mention Xiaoya's situation with a big brother in the business world, who also raised several women in Suzhou. The boss was from Hong Kong, short and fat, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. After listening, he squinted his eyes and looked at him for a long time, patting his shoulder: Brother, let me tell you, this girl is not a little goldfish!

Liu Jiaming said: What does it mean?

The boss pointed to the women next to him and said: Look at these women, they are all little goldfish. As long as you have a better fish tank and feed some fish and insects a little every day, they will stay in this fish tank until they die and cannot escape!

What about Xiaoya? Liu Jiaming asked.

The fat boss narrowed his eyes with a smile: That little girl is Jin Lin, do you know what Jin Lin is?

Liu Jiaming shook his head. He had indeed never read any books.

The fat boss said: Jin Lin is the predecessor of the dragon and will not stay in the fish tank for the rest of his life. As long as the time comes, the wind and clouds will be together, and they will become a dragon and fly to the sky!

Liu Jiaming actually felt this way. Over the past year, he had noticed the power of firm belief hidden in Xiaoya's weak body more than once, but he still asked:

Isn't that stop you?

The fat boss was very surprised and said: "Stop it?" Why do you want to stop it? Can you stop it if the dragon wants to fly into the sky? Brother, you are so lucky. It is your blessing to have such a little girl with you now. If I were you, not only would I not stop it, but I would also push her when she wants to fly!

Liu Jiaming was silent.

He didn't expect that this elder brother would give such a high evaluation of Xiaoya, a girl he had never met. Maybe it was because she was so unique. In fact, Xiaoya was not the most diligent in the class when she was in school. She was lazy from time to time and copied homework, and even though she did well in the middle school entrance examination, she only passed the key line by 8 points, and the highest difference was several tens. If she went to high school and took the college entrance examination so smoothly, she might just be a more diligent college student. There are such students in all schools. Is it so strange? Can they all become dragons?

But Liu Jiaming ignored the most important point. Xiaoya was a lady before, but now she is the woman he raised. From the time she ran away from home to now, she has never really had the identity of a student. For a student, studying is the first task. No matter how hard or hard it is, it is natural and is a matter of duty. Otherwise, it is worthy of her parents' expectations and teacher's teachings? But Xiaoya, no one forced her to do this. No one would criticize her if she didn't go to class. She wouldn't have any problems if she didn't go to the library, and she wouldn't have any problems in spending time in the beauty salon. She was under 18 years old and already had 300,000 yuan. She could buy anything. But she didn't do this. She still carried a schoolbag and no longer even wore the high-end and gorgeous clothes she bought when she was a lady in Tianbao nightclub. She just dressed herself up like a student, went to the classroom and the library happily every day to enjoy her happy time.

This is the most valuable thing about Xiaoya. She does this without the encouragement and supervision of her parents, the teaching and guidance of her teachers, and even the goal of getting a graduation certificate and finding a job in the future is purely to realize her dream.

The power of this kind of dream is often the most powerful, and the person who has this kind of dream is, as the fat boss said, Jin Lin is definitely not an object in the pool, and there will always be the day when he transforms into a Canglong and flies into the sky.

But Xiaoya can only stay in the goldfish tank of these two bedrooms and one living room, because the storm has not yet begun.

The storm has not yet begun, but the storm has arrived.

After the summer vacation, the freshmen began to enroll. Xiaoya watched the autumn wind rise, and while silently wishing Zhao Lei that he would have a bright future when he went to Beijing to study, he continued to attend the student and took classes at Su University. However, when he met Zhao Lei a few days ago, Zhao Lei had two words that left a deep impression on her, and she began to think about a question:

Do you need to get a high school diploma? Take the college entrance examination? Zhao Lei's words make sense. Since you want to go to school, you have to take a serious path! Now she has listened to Chinese classes and has taught herself a little English. Due to Li Ziqi's reasons, she has also attended some law classes, but to be honest, she is not very interested.

But once she passed by the classroom of the Academy of Arts and listened to the professor telling the design concepts and creativity of the advertisements vividly, and those novel ideas immediately attracted her.

Xiaoya found that it was something she particularly liked. In the second half of 1997, she spent most of her time with students in this major. In these classes, she felt that she had suppressed her inspiration, passion, and feeling that she had been fully released for a long time. As she became more and more devoted, she was not satisfied with being just a listener sitting in the corner to listen to the class, and began to raise her hand to answer some questions, or like those formal college students, she completed the homework assigned by the teacher after class and handed it over together when she was collecting the homework.

Over this period of time, the students of this department began to gradually get familiar with this beautiful little girl. She had a class certificate from the attendant on her chest, and she looked one or two years younger than everyone, but she was very active in class and answered the teacher's questions very well. Her big eyes always flashed, and the light of wisdom and inspiration was beating.

Some teachers in this major are lecturers and some are professors, but there is a course called industrial product design that is taught by the vice dean of the School of Arts. This is a thin old man with a white beard. His lectures are easy to understand and funny. Xiaoya especially likes to listen to his lectures. When the class is about to end, the old man assigned an assignment: selecting one or two representative products in the American Industrial era for design analysis and comments.

The old man knocked on the table: There is no final exam in this course. How many points can you get depends on how well this homework is done. After saying that, he stroked his beard and left.
Chapter completed!