Chapter 898: Mountains and rivers in the pen, stars in the heart
After Su Xing glanced at the Weibo comment section, he clicked on the private message.
She has received many private messages asking for her to draw illustrations, including countless illustrations for brand products, film and television dramas, and game promotional pictures.
She politely declined any orders she didn't intend to accept.
She carefully added a few contact information for commissioned works on local culture, tourism, and museum cultural and creative industries.
It's already exam month, so she can't go on a business trip in the near future and won't accept some urgent orders.
In addition to private messages asking for drawings, there are also many private messages from fans. Some fans just say hello to her, while some fans treat her as a tree hole and share with her some little troubles and interesting things in life.
There were too many private messages, and Su Xing couldn't possibly read and reply to them all, so he just selected and read some and replied to some.
Among them was a fan who was about to take the college entrance examination and sent her a long private message.
Su Xing carefully read the private message from the person with the ID "Summer with chalk dust all over eyelashes".
In her private message, she said that she had been following Xingle for a long time and liked Xingle's paintings very much. She knew that her favorite painter was studying cultural relic restoration at Peking University, and she admired the painter for choosing such an unpopular major.
She talked about her recent confusion, her fear and anticipation for the college entrance examination, her love for geology, and her desire to apply to China University of Geosciences, but was opposed by her family.
Finally, after her struggle, her parents compromised. However, the closer she got to the college entrance examination, the less confident she became. She didn't know how many points she would get in the end and whether she could be admitted to the university of her dreams.
What if she fails the entrance exam? Should she repeat the year or choose another school?
Su Xing thought about it and replied:
Hello, dear "Summer of Chalk Dust on Eyelashes":
Through your words, I saw a girl who is as stubborn and brave as I was back then, charging towards her ideal with starlight all over her collar.
You said that you were both afraid and looking forward to the college entrance examination. This is very normal. I still remember the night before the college entrance examination. My heartbeat seemed to be shaking the desk lamp.
But later I understood that the college entrance examination is like the first layer of rust you face when repairing cultural relics. It looks thick and scary, but in fact, every cut brings you one step closer to the truth.
Every question you solve and every night you endure are silently widening the distance between you and your ideal.
When it comes to geology, I can feel your burning passion through the screen.
I often look at the mottled patterns on cultural relics and imagine their stories from thousands of years ago. If you look at the cross-section of rock layers, you will surely see the beating of the earth's pulse over billions of years, right?
In the laboratory of China University of Geosciences, there may be a "geological code" waiting for you to uncover it yourself.
Isn't the process of your family going from opposition to compromise the crack of hope that you have opened with your persistence? This resilience is more precious than any score.
As for what to do if I fail the exam——
I want to tell you a story. Some time ago, our group worked on repairing a broken terracotta figurine. A small piece of its head was missing, and everyone thought we could only piece together the fragments. But another classmate and I in the group persisted in searching in the corner of the warehouse for nearly a month, and finally found the matching fragments at the bottom of a dusty wooden box.
The same is true for the college entrance examination. Perhaps what you think is a "failure" is just that you haven't found the puzzle piece that belongs to you yet. Even if the result is not as expected, repeating the year or choosing another school is just a different way to reach for the stars. Your life will not be defined by a test.
In the last few days, stop asking yourself “how many points can I get?” and try to treat every simulation as your final farewell to knowledge. The moment you close the pen cap, you are already a warrior who has defeated millions of questions.
When you stand at the gate of China University of Geosciences, remember to send me a photo. Then, I want to hear your new stories about rocks and minerals.
Wish: There are mountains and rivers in your writing, and stars in your heart
Woke up
2015 6 Month 4 Day.
"The summer with chalk dust all over the eyelashes" is not online at the moment. After Su Xing replied to her private message, it was in unread status.
Su Xing closed his Weibo account and planned to focus on other things.
But within a few minutes, she received another video call from her cousin Su Yu.
She clicked connect.
"sister……"
Su Yu's voice was listless and his expression was dull.
"what happened?"
"Were you afraid when you took the college entrance examination?"
Su Xing understood as soon as she heard it. Her cousin was also taking the college entrance examination this year, and she was also nervous.
"I was definitely a little nervous at the time, but I felt better once I entered the examination room. All I could think about were the questions, and I couldn't think about anything else." Su Xing paused, then said, "Your grades in the past few mock exams have been good. As long as you perform consistently in the college entrance examination, your grades will definitely not be bad."
"Alas..." Su Yu sighed, "With you as the top scorer in the college entrance examination, I will definitely not be able to pass the exam as well as you. My parents, grandparents and others will definitely be disappointed, right?"
In the past two years, her family always asked her to take her cousin as a role model, and she did so, but she was under a lot of pressure...
Su Xing's voice was gentle and soothing. "No, uncle, aunt, grandparents, they just want you to take the college entrance examination in the best condition and get into your target university. Don't put too much pressure on yourself."
"Is it……"
The two sisters chatted for half an hour.
Su Xing has been counseling his cousin, encouraging her and cheering her on.
When the two ended the call, Su Yu was already full of confidence and high morale.
Su Xing put down the phone, thought for a while, then opened Weibo and edited a poem for all the students who are about to take the college entrance examination, hoping to give them some strength:
《To You Who Are About to Go to the Examination Hall》
The last pile of draft papers from the evening self-study class piled up into a hill.
The wrong questions circled in red pen cast shadows on the desk.
You count down and click the pen cap.
The chirping of cicadas outside the window is counting down the time until the flood season.
Those mornings pierced by compasses,
The ink bottle spilled on the cuffs of the school uniform at dusk,
The sweat stains on the corners of the 53rd test paper,
They are all the palm prints of your tug-of-war with time.
Don’t be afraid of the thousands of troops lurking in your wrong answer book.
Every time we calculate, there are unexploded stars sprouting.
When the lightning from twelve years of sharpening the pen tip splits June,
You will see all the lights that stay up late glowing in the gaps between the clouds.
At this moment, the classroom ceiling fan is cutting the hot air.
Like cutting through countless mornings and evenings of memorizing words,
But you know that the chalk dust will eventually settle into the stars.
And every word you write is a spark waiting to be ignited.
Please hold tightly this sword that I have sharpened with my youth for twelve years.
No matter whether it is sweat or moonlight condensing on the pen,
When the exam bells explode in the cochlea like a flood,
You have already swam into the waves in countless simulations.
The coordinate system drawn on the draft paper will grow into wings.
The wind that choked my throat during morning reading was holding up the weight of my ideals.
Those ill-formed sentences and equations cut off by red pen,
It will eventually be resurrected as a new sun on the answer sheet.
The last subject's closing bell sounded like the long neigh of a war horse.
The sound of you closing your pen startled the cicadas in the whole city.
Please run with the unfinished poems in your draft book.
Life is never a one-way street - and you have already polished it
All the starlight exchanged between midnight and dawn.