Become a master of painting cakes in abusive essays

"We graduated!"

The moment she borrowed the graduation certificate from the dean, Ji Xiaoxue felt a sore nose and almost cried while touching the small but heavy-textured book.

But looking at the crowd under the stage, under the watchful eyes of everyone, she had no choice but to hold back her tears.

She also couldn't explain how she felt in Dao Buming's heart, and she didn't understand why she wanted to cry, but she just couldn't control her tears.

The sixteen or seventeen years of study have occupied the best years of her life. From being ignorant, she now has to support a world on her own. Looking back, I feel that the time flies by.

As soon as she returned to her seat with her graduation certificate, she heard the teacher above say with a strong smile:

"Next, let us applaud. Shang Qinghui, an outstanding graduate of the finance department and a member of the national dance team, came to the stage to tell us a few words about graduation!"

Ji Xiaoxue put the graduation certificate and other things on her lap, freeing her hand to applaud with everyone.

She turned her head to look for Shang Qinghui's figure.

I saw a girl wearing a bachelor's cap and a bachelor's uniform like many people around stood up. Her back was straight, her curly hair was draped over her shoulders, and her pace was not too slow, but she walked onto the stage like a spotlight.

"She is Shang Qinghui."

"Amazing."

"It looks so cute."

"What are you cute? It's all superficial... I heard that people are actually pretty bad."

There were people whispering around, Ji Xiaoxue just stared at the person on the stage without squinting.

Seeing her help the microphone, she didn't take the manuscript. She briefly introduced herself and started talking.

Eloquent, as if talking about what comes to mind, just like talking about homework, but it made the people around her unconsciously quiet down, listening to her talk about some of her own experiences and perceptions of life.

"... After graduation, we will definitely face many choices, and we will be at a loss and have no direction. What I want to say is that life is only a few dozen years, so we might as well be bolder and bolder.

Perhaps we are braver and stronger than we imagined..."

Listening and listening, Ji Xiaoxue unknowingly looked at Shang Qinghui on the stage and became distracted.

Some memories that have been dusty for a long time, do not know when, and secretly ran out without being restrained.

It seems that the memory has been tampered with, and something has gone wrong, and some things have been remembered again.

When I first came to Haida, no one had heard a few gossips about Shang Qinghui. At that time, I also felt that she was... a girl who wasn't kind enough.

She suddenly remembered the scene when she first met Shang Qinghui.

It was a hot summer, and she met a person who was as gentle as water, and Shang Qinghui, who was arrogant, domineering, confident and flamboyant.

That was also the first time she came to this city, and it was also at that time that she met Bian Yingning.

It's just that she didn't expect that at that moment, two people related to this city and this school but with completely different personalities would finally be together.

She is in the same class as Shang Qinghui, not to mention getting in touch with her, but she always spends more time seeing her.

All the stars are holding the moon, that's what she is like.

Who can not envy it.

She doesn't deny it either.

I used to secretly stare at her in a daze in a corner I thought was hidden.

She has everything that she never dared to imagine, a superior family background, a smart head, a perfect face... and her character.

That's self-confidence that I can't do.

She admits she has low self esteem.

She is just a dim little star, squeezed among many stars, envious of the light of the moon with everyone.

The moon also came forward to tell her when she had all kinds of thoughts in her heart, "If you can't change your background, you can change yourself."

Many people said that Shang Qinghui was bad, but later she understood that that kind of badness was the conclusion they could not accept her brilliance.

Envy to the extreme, maybe it's just jealousy.

She sees things too clearly, and when she talks about people, she speaks too deeply.

Ji Xiaoxue thought, it was right that senior sister Bian Yingning liked her.

She took a deep breath, graduated, and there will be another unknown scene in the future.

She knows that it has not been easy for her to walk along the way, but when she looks back, she finds that she has actually forgotten a lot of hardships in the past, and her eyes are more focused on the future.

I and they are not the same way from beginning to end.

Suddenly the thunderous applause brought back Ji Xiaoxue's thoughts.

She looked up, and Shang Qinghui finished speaking on the stage and came down.

She heard the teacher say again: "Thank you, student Shang, for your wonderful speech. Next, I would like to invite Ji Xiaoxue, a class [-] financial class who has already received an offer from DBD Trust and Investment Company, to share her successful experience with us!"

success experience?How can it be considered a success.

Her life has just begun.

The moment Ji Xiaoxue got up and walked onto the stage clutching her palms, she went through the manuscript again in her mind, thinking that she hoped that when she spoke, she could also be as calm and calm as Shang Qinghui.

It just so happened that Shang Qinghui had just come down, and when the two passed by, she heard the other party say: "It's pretty amazing."

The string in my heart that had been crumbling all of a sudden loosened.

"Thank you." Ji Xiaoxue said in her heart.

The tutor introduced to her by her classmate, the part of the classmate who said that she should be responsible for the most, suddenly took over the big task the next day, the part-time job at the e family, the last vote in the scholarship evaluation...

Maybe she always knew what she was doing secretly, but she didn't want to know.

Just kidding yourself.

At the end of the graduation ceremony, everyone gathered together in small groups to take pictures.

Ji Xiaoxue quickly walked out of the auditorium holding the certificate.

Not far away under the tree, her mother stood there with her younger brother who was already taller than her, waiting for her.

She walked over with a smile, tiptoed and raised her hand to touch her brother's head: "It's been a long time, should we go eat something first?"

The younger brother suddenly took out a bunch of sunflowers from behind and handed it to her: "Sister, happy graduation."

Sunflowers are vibrant, golden colors full of life force.

Ji Xiaoxue was taken aback for a moment, the tears she had held back for a long time could no longer be suppressed.

"...You guys, you guys actually buy flowers."

Ji Xiaoxue hurriedly wiped away her tears and took it, holding it in her arms like a baby.

After a successful bone marrow transplant, my younger brother, who had just finished his senior high school entrance examination after a year off from school, scratched his head and took out another box. The mother next to him also handed her the gift bag in her hand.

"Actually, we didn't buy these flowers. This is our graduation gift for you."

Her younger brother gave her a watch, and her mother bought her a lipstick.

"This flower was given to me by a sister when we came in just now. She said it was for graduates."

"Hey, that's the one, that's the sister."

Ji Xiaoxue looked in the direction they pointed.

Not far away on the side of the road, the sun was shining, and under the shade of trees, Bian Yingning was wearing a long blue-purple dress with layers of peaks and spun gauze. She was hugging a bouquet of pink roses by the side of a pink convertible Porsche, waiting for someone.

She recognized that it was Shang Qinghui's car.

Before she could take a few more glances, a woman wearing a white bottoming skirt and an apricot-colored suit suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, occupying all her sights.

Her long, smooth hair was tied behind her head, and the pearl studs on her ears were so gentle, but her face was a little cold.

Ji Xiaoxue's eyes fell on her unconsciously.

A noble and somewhat serious sister.

This label slowly emerged in Ji Xiaoxue's heart.

She was also looking at herself, her light-colored pupils were like amber, making her look again and again unconsciously.

The woman spoke softly, her voice was clear and cool, reminding Ji Xiaoxue of mountain streams where ice and snow melted when everything was revived.

"Hi, may I ask, do you know how to get to the third classroom?"

Ji Xiaoxue looked at her stupidly.

Later, it was her brother who touched her shoulder, Ji Xiaoxue, who came back to her senses: "Ah? What?"

"May I ask how to get to the third class classroom?"

The woman repeated it in a good temper.

"Oh, third class classroom...go straight this way and you will see..."

Until the woman left holding an umbrella with a black background and a silver surface, Ji Xiaoxue was still staring at her back.

Her skirt just reached her calf, and the silver high heels on her feet made her ankles thin and delicate.

A very temperamental sister.

Ji Xiaoxue silently added one.

Later, when she went to the company to report, she followed a sister from the personnel department and was taken to an office.

Pushing the door open and entering, the person sitting behind the desk raised her head, and the light-colored pupils behind the gold-rimmed glasses looked over like a calm pool of water, but a storm was stirred up in her heart.

The person from the personnel department said to her: "Minister Wen, this is the new Xiaoxue, please take care of me from now on."

Ji Xiaoxue was so nervous that her body was trembling, she clasped her hands in front of her body crampedly, bowed at ninety degrees abruptly, and said loudly, "Mr. Wen, hello! My name is Ji Xiaoxue, please give me more advice in the future!"

When she straightened up, she saw that the man was holding the coffee on the table, and the other slender and white hand with sharp knuckles slightly supported the rim of the cup.

She took a sip, and whispered in a voice that she couldn't hear enough: "Hello."

This is the beginning of the story.

Five years later, after Ji Xiaoxue solemnly sent a bank card and a thank you note, she threw herself back into the arms of the person who was sitting on the sofa reading financial books in a foreign language, and said mournfully, "I have become a poor ghost again. "

The man surrounded her with one hand, and gently kissed her on the forehead. His cold voice was calm and calm: "Give me a dollar, and I will pay you back three zeros tomorrow."

This is the end of the story.

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Ji Xiaoxue never knew that her life started at a certain moment, and then went to another road full of flowers.