Entrust My Life To You - Chapter 50
Translated by: RandomAlex
San San is my best friend. After a kindergarten fight, the heroes cherish each other, so we have been in cahoots ever since.
She is called San San, because she ranks third in her generation.
(TNote: San [三] = Three.)
For a while, Teacher Lin was immersed in a tacky program on CCTV 2. After listening to me call San San, he asked, “Why don’t you just call her Xiao San?”
I looked at him helplessly: “because you are the second generation…”
Teacher Lin is a simple mind who never thinks too far. If I ever dare call her Xiao San, she would definitely kill me with hundreds of words. But I called her San San, and her counterattack had no effect except to stiffen her tongue.
(TNote: Xiao San = ‘the other woman/ home wrecker.)
In the eyes of outsiders, San San and I are perfect complementary girlfriends, one coquettish and the other tough, one iceberg and the other passionate, one monotonous and the other lively. We walked hand in hand until we graduated from junior high school, and then we were admitted to two different high schools, and then…
The letters continued to keep us intimate…
In an era when mobile phones were not very popular and young people pursued feelings, we killed countless stationery items, envelopes, and postcards at an average frequency of 1.5 letters a week across half a city, and we only met three times in three years. We withstood the test of time and distance. (￣▽￣*)ゞ …
San San is an authentic science student, and her elected subjects is a combination of physics and chemistry. At that time, her mantra was, ‘learn math, physics, and chemistry well, and you won’t be afraid to go all over the world.’
I chose geography and physics. After more than a year of classes in the science class, and the history and geography class, I had a stable seat in the history and geography class in the second semester of senior high school.
San San studied science in a key high school of liberal arts, and I read in the key high school of science. This is a period of tangled years, and I don’t recall much of it.
San San always said in disgust: “You’re a pseudo-science student!”
Me: “You can’t discriminate against geography just because you have poor stereoscopic thinking. Never discriminate against geography because of the distance between two points on the sphere.”
This is San San’s weak spot. She still doesn’t know how the sun affects the shadow of a tree when it rotates at the same time. Or similar to an aircraft with latitude 30° north and longitude 120° east at 23:00 on February 29th, 2012 from west to east at a speed of 880km/h to latitude 30° south and longitude 120° west, what is the local time? Actually, I haven’t calculated the ground speed and airspeed conversion with you yet. (San San: Believe it or not, you’re ruined!!)
She always says that there was no practical point in knowing this kind of thing, not after I say, “When you get lost in an empty forest, you can infer the direction and time from a tree, and then get out!” This overly dramatic event is accompanied by excitement. Therefore, people who study geography are lonely…
After the college entrance examination, she was admitted to the L University Department of Civil Engineering with a strong score in physics. With my strong geography results, I joined the T University Department 136 kilometers away from her.
“Although geography is a serious science in university, dear you are beyond redemption… ” Since then, San San has completely classified me as a science student.
I felt depressed.
Because in my three years of high school, no one thought I was a liberal arts student…
I am tenaciously growing in the cracks—the greeting pine! (Cold joke …)
Accounting is really not what I wanted. I was transferred. I am a child who grew up under the red flag, bathed in the kindness of the party, and looked through the normal root of red seedlings. I can’t even do real accounts. How can I do fake practice accounts?!
For this reason, Mother, who was born to audit was the earliest to coax ‘accounting is actually very simple’ and then later ‘who did you inherit this from?’. At the end of the day, she was helpless and I was helpless because my professional results were not bad … I just wasn’t interested.
Therefore, I did not hesitate to take my second degree and changed my major in the senior year. When San San entered a design institute in X city and became a green and tender engineer, I got a letter of acceptance from X university graduate studies and we successfully joined forces.
Regarding graduate students, the first reaction of many parents is– ‘ah, the children love learning’, and then they will basically ask, “What are you majoring in?”
From here on, there would be differential treatment.
If you said about economic, people think, wow, really rich …
If you said architecture, people think, wow, really tough …
If you said philosophy, people think, wow, really deep …
If you said physics, people think, wow, really academic …
You said geology, people think, wow … what did you just say?
The expression on their face is often indescribable, mixed with a variety of emotions such as surprise, bewilderment, passivation, etc. I first saw this expression on my mother’s face when I was 23.
I understand her shock at the word ‘geology’ in the notice. A person who deals with numbers all day cannot understand my love for land … (￣▽￣*)ゞ
But I also understand that for the sake of X, she will not kill me. Holding the notice in her hand, she snorted ‘humph’: “Accounting is beyond Geology. It’s good enough to mix and match. Who did you learn from?”
I tried to enliven the atmosphere: “Teacher Lin, look at Teacher Lin, he mixes physics and composition.” If we put it aside now, he will not only cross-school and cross-discipline but also become a cross-art student from literature …
My mother finally chose to continue supporting…
San San is the third person after my parents to know about this. Her jade hand that was drawing a design took the notice to see, touched it, patted me, and put me at a precise position — as a traitor! Stubborn! Terrible!
San San, you know me so well!
What is a best friend? My best friend is that ‘if I were a man, I would not marry you!’ Where else would I hide my pocket money?!
San San and I are both very pragmatic people. For example:
As soon as she was a freshman, I decided on her graduation project: “Remember that the theme is my wedding room.” San San looked at me in disgust: “Honey, I didn’t study interior design. “
When I went shopping with her during the summer vacation to find inspiration for the first project she took, San San quickly turned to me while the beautiful salesgirl pointed to the model house and said to me, “calculate the winter light time on the first floor of Block B. come on.”
I looked at her in disgust: “San San, geology mainly studies the material composition and circle structure of the earth…”
San San’s eyes shot daggers: “Then can you predict an earthquake for me?”
I … looked up at the sky, drew a triangle in my mind, estimate the latitude and longitude height building spacing …
It can be seen that: First, we do not have a thorough understanding of each other’s areas of expertise. And secondly, she is S and I am an M. However, this does not affect the longevity of our friendship. Because we know very well that neither of us is what we seem. She said that I had a good temper but could not hide my black belly, so she was the Tofu Xi Shi who was permeated with a royal elder sister’s temperament and inner tenderness.
(TNote: [Black belly] = people who are superficial and kind, but dark and evil in their hearts. [Tofu Xi Shi] = It means a beauty who sells tofu, and also means that she is often humiliated by others; an ancient novel character.)
So, the day she rebelled against her parents arranged work, and went on a hunger strike, I ate her share of lunch and inadvertently convinced her parents with a series of social vicious incidents of ‘parents arrange the road to heaven, but they ran away– such a sad melody’. After my mother and I had two cold war bouts, San San took my mother for a walk for an hour, saying, ‘which parents are not good for their children, and which children want to worry their parents?’. This tender strategy, which in my opinion had nothing to do with geology, took care of my mother.
So, we complement each other, we share the same taste, we take care of each other…
What I wrote today is the seemingly illogical connection between San San, and this novel. But, I wanted to say, San San, although I have a man, I only have you as a woman. (*/▽＼*) …
I was out of line today. In fact, the main reason was that after having dinner with San San in the evening, she dragged me to KTV to sing. ‘Friends walk hand in hand for life’…
I can understand the feeling of watching me and my best friend’s inseparable time gradually transfer to another person, suffocating and sore, but happy for each other from the bottom of our hearts…
Without the help of San San, maybe, the Doctor and I, wouldn’t have walked together so smoothly.
Dear San San, there are many things between not saying in suffocation and saying melodramatic things. And the melodramatic us— don’t usually choose to say it out loud. After all these years, we will go on like this in the future.
Finally, San San, ah, you hurry up to lose weight. The bridesmaid dress I ordered for you is still the one that shows off your breasts. If you can’t put it on, you can only wear bedsheets. Whether it’s amazing or scary, you can choose.
At the end of the day, when will you bring your Xiao Jun to me for inspiration?