In the scorching sun of June, the hard-working candidates looked at the countdown to the college entrance examination on the blackboard, and all kinds of tangible and invisible pressures came to their faces.

Just as the young children were lying on their desks, books piled up. The high intensity of learning made this group of children who had not experienced much suffering miserable, and sleeping became a luxury for them.

The day before the college entrance examination, the teacher told them over and over again as if he were facing a great enemy, tirelessly reminding them what to bring and what not to bring tomorrow, as if they were even more nervous than them.

Looking at everyone's nervous appearance, Han Jiazhi was stunned. She turned her face slightly, her gaze falling on the empty desk beside her.

Since Natsuki Shu ...... No, she should be called Han Muxiu now, but Han Jiazhi felt awkward and sarcastic, so it was more pleasing to call Xia Muxiu.

Since the last time she left the hospital, she hadn't seen Xia Muxiu again. That's fine, she just doesn't want to see Xia Muxiu.

Could it be that she is still bowing to Xia Muxiu and apologizing?

It doesn't matter to someone, it's better not to see each other for the rest of your life.

Han Jiazhi retracted his gaze, leaned back, leaned back in his chair, and looked at the afterglow of the sunset outside the window. I sighed in my heart, and suddenly felt mixed feelings, but I couldn't tell it. A thousand words can only turn into a sigh.

However, she Han Jiazhi has never been a pretentious person, even if she sighs, she is just in her heart.

Life is still long, and things are far from over, so it's too early to sigh now.

On the day of the college entrance examination, everything went very smoothly. What made Han Jiazhi overjoyed was that before entering the examination room, he saw the coach outside the door.

Han Jiazhi raised a bright smile that she hadn't seen for a long time, she raised her hand and waved at the coach through the crowd, and was about to shout, when she saw a petite girl running in front of him.

The girl seemed to be nervous, frowning and rummaging through her school bag, compulsively taking out everything that could be used and not being used and taking it aside.

It wasn't until there was no room for either hand that he stopped rummaging through his bag. She tossed her bag to the coach, and the two talked. Han Jiazhi didn't hear it clearly, but he could also see that the two should be father and daughter.

The coach also hurriedly hung a pink schoolbag in one hand and soy milk fritters in the other, chattering endlessly. Han Jiazhi has never seen such a coach.

Han Jiazhi looked at them, then put down his hand, put away his smile, and looked at it for a while before turning to leave.

Sure enough, the joys and sorrows of human beings are not the same, and Han Jiazhi only feels noisy.

At this time, in addition to loneliness, Han Jia's heart also had a trace of loss. Because she longs for what she shouldn't want, for what is out of reach.

Since she was a child, she has never actively longed for love and care from others, except for Han Yan. However, although Han Yan is busy outside, she still loves her in her heart, loves Han Jiazhi, and loves her only daughter.

Whether it was Zheng Zhong, Liu Dingli, or even Du Zhiqian, each of them held a lot of love in their hands and handed it to her.

Everything is so taken for granted, as if all the good things in this world should be hers.

It is precisely because of the lack of sorrow that all the things that have been set off are now even more embarrassing.

Han Jiazhi held a pen in her hand and mechanically wrote the answers tirelessly on the test paper, as if all the answers were imprinted in her mind, and as long as she saw the questions, she could immediately write the answers.

Just as everyone was struggling to write one or two pages, Han Jiazhi turned the test paper to the second side with a 'swoop'.

In the silent examination room, this abrupt voice was particularly obvious, which invisibly added pressure to people.

But Han Jiazhi stopped writing, and she looked at the test paper with stunned eyes.

On the Chinese test paper, the last question is composition. Hot search

In normal times, Han Jiazhi can write hundreds or thousands of words freely, because this is a simple thing.

But now she can't write a word.

Because the title of the essay is "A Letter to Mother".

Such an essay topic for primary school students is completely a question for sending points.

Han Jiazhi had already conceived six or seven heartfelt plots in his mind, as well as three or four poems praising maternal love. But she couldn't write a word.

Because she'...... There is no mother anymore.

So who should she give it to? To that shameless woman who has never met but has been sleeping for a long time? Or is it written to the teacher who marks the exam papers?

Han Jiazhi sat on the chair in a daze, and it wasn't until the bell rang that Han Jiazhi came back to his senses.

She glanced down at the empty essay answer sheet, then covered the blank essay with the test paper and handed it to the teacher.

There are no things that can be made up nonsense, but if there are no people, Han Jiazhi can't write a word.

The more touching and heartfelt she writes, the more she is humbled and pitiful.

Those touching poems that have been recited over and over again, 'the line in the hands of a loving mother, the shirt of a wanderer', are not as profound as Han Yan's resentful eyes.

Somehow, Han Jiazhi felt that the time of the exam passed faster than usual, and when the college entrance examination was over, Han Jiazhi came back to his senses, and two days had passed.

After the exam, everyone poured out of the school, and Han Jiazhi stood on the road for a while. A bustling crowd passed by her.

Han Jiazhi suddenly felt like he had strayed into a movie, everyone was flowing according to the script, and she was the only one who was excluded from the movie.

It feels like someone has suddenly been abandoned.

She is out of step with the world, so where should she go?

Han Jiazhi lowered his eyes to hide the cranky thoughts in his heart, and followed the flow of people to walk outside.

"Han Jiazhi!"

Han Jiazhi, who was emptying herself and going with the flow, suddenly heard someone around her calling for her, she looked up and looked around, and saw the person she didn't want to see.

Natsuki Xiu.

Han Jiazhi stood in place, looking at Xia Muxiu who was walking towards him. Standing behind her was the full-time driver of the Han family, who nodded to Han Jiazhi from a distance, which could be regarded as a greeting.

After all, since Han Jia's kindergarten, he has been responsible for picking up and dropping Han Jiazhi to and from school, and it can be said that he has watched Han Jiazhi grow up. And now, he is still the driver of the Han family, but the person sitting in the back seat is no longer her.

Things are not people, which is quite suitable for the current Han Jiazhi.

Xia Muxiu is still dressed in what Han Jiazhi thinks is old-fashioned, wide-legged pants and a simple T-shirt, although they are all luxuries, but Han Jiazhi still can't look at it.

However, Xia Muxiu did not wear gold and silver on his body like a nouveau riche, but continued to maintain his original intention, which made Han Jiazhi look sideways.

But yes, Xia Muxiu, who is strict with himself, has stronger patience and self-control than ordinary people.