After retaking the college entrance examination, I immediately changed my choice

Su Ziyu learned from Su Yang that Su Mingliang and his wife asked the Wang family for medical expenses, but were rejected by Wang Fugui.

As for the so-called letter of understanding they were talking about, Wang Fugui also disdained it.

Anyway, Wang Ligen has been useless for a long time and can't carry on the Wang family's lineage. Why should he waste that money?

Wang Fugui ignored his wife's pleas and didn't care about Wang Ligen's life or death. He even rarely came home. He spent every day with his lovers, hoping that one of them could give him another son.

Su Lai knew that her parents had money and she had no intention of emptying her own family to donate to her parents' family, so in the end, although Su Mingliang and Li Xiu Lian were reluctant, they still withdrew the money from their bank cards to pay for Su Jinbao's medical expenses.

The injury on Su Jinbao's leg is not serious, because he received timely treatment and can recover to normal with proper care.

However, the psychological trauma caused to Su Jinbao by this trafficking and the resulting aphasia are not so easy to cure.

Because this is not a physical illness, but a psychological stress disorder.

Maybe after a while, he will get better naturally.

Or maybe he could never forget the pain and fear, was trapped in his memories and couldn't get out, so he could no longer speak.

After a thorough diagnosis, Su Jinbao's attending physician said to Su Mingliang and Li Xiulian earnestly, "I think it's best for you to find a professional psychologist for your child.

After all, if a situation like his isn't properly guided and addressed in a timely manner, it could have unpredictable negative consequences on the child's future growth and even lead to a drastic change in his personality."

The doctor looked at Su Jinbao, who was lying silently on the hospital bed and even had no response to the outside sounds, and a hint of sympathy appeared in his eyes.

Su Mingliang and Li Xiu Lian had no idea what post-traumatic stress disorder was, and they didn't pay much attention to mental health. Even in their small county, it was difficult to find a reliable psychologist.

So after hearing the doctor say that he might recover after a while, they put the matter behind them and focused all their attention on Su Jinbao's legs.

Of course, this is a story.

……

The hour hand on the wall clock in the guard room slowly pointed to ten, and the quiet school gradually became noisy.

Under the bright lights, Su Ziyu saw young and beautiful figures walking out of the school.

Their faces may be tired and sleepy, but the collagen-filled faces and bright eyes make people feel happy when looking at them.

Su Ziyu became lost in thought as he watched.

Although she still had the body of an eighteen-year-old, Su Ziyu's heart had already aged a long time ago.

After Su Ziyu was reborn, he rarely even looked in the mirror.

She was afraid to see herself in the mirror, her eyes were haggard, and she no longer had the vitality and vision for the future that she had at the age of eighteen.

The youthful body of an eighteen-year-old, as beautiful as a spring flower, carries a soul as vicissitudes of life as autumn frost in its thirties.

Even if he just took a second look, Su Ziyu could deeply feel how incompatible his soul and body were.

Su Ziyu's thoughts were swirling, and he was gradually overwhelmed by negative emotions. He began to worry about whether he had revealed any flaws in front of his family during this period.

If you think about it carefully, it seems that there are loopholes everywhere.

Su Ziyu's hand holding the phone unconsciously tightened, and his index finger kept rubbing the phone case, as if he wanted to wipe away all the boredom in his heart.

"Su Ziyu?"

A familiar voice sounded, and Su Ziyu finally broke free from his thoughts and negative emotions.

Following the sound, I saw a young woman in a goose yellow dress standing at the door of the guard room.

The woman had waist-length, cold brown wavy hair draped behind her head. She was holding several English reference books in front of her chest. She had a beautiful face and a scholarly air.

Su Ziyu was slightly stunned, but he quickly recognized the person in front of him.

"Mr. Huang?"

Huang Qingyue was once Su Ziyu's English teacher, but she only taught them for one year in their first year of high school.

Su Ziyu was the English class representative chosen by Huang Qingyue, so she was quite familiar with him.

Huang Qingyue smiled and joked, "Why are you still in school so late? Haven't you graduated?"

"Are you missing the days of evening self-study at school?"

"I'm waiting for my brother." Su Ziyu pursed his lips and smiled, but his heart felt sour.

Teacher Huang is really a very gentle person. If she hadn’t met the wrong person, she wouldn’t have lost her life so early in her previous life.

"Su Zihao? He's made great progress in English recently. I just had them write a paper. It hasn't been graded yet, but I think he did pretty well."

Huang Qingyue is now Su Zihao's English teacher. She smiled when she heard this, her tone full of surprise and relief.

"I've also taught him English for two years. I used to get a headache seeing his English scores. His scores were too unbalanced. It would definitely hold him back during the college entrance exam!"

"But recently he seems to have really developed a knack for English. His homework is beautiful, and it's no problem for him to answer questions when asked."

The smile on Su Ziyu's face became more genuine. "It's because Teacher Huang didn't give up on him that he was able to achieve his current success."

Looking at Huang Qingyue who was truly happy for Su Zihao, Su Ziyu's eyes flickered slightly, and he asked casually:

"Teacher Huang, do you live far away? Why don't you ask your boyfriend to pick you up so late?"

Huang Qingyue smiled with her eyes curved, and pointed across the street, "Look, I live across the street!"

"Besides, I don't have a boyfriend yet, how can I ask him to pick me up?"

Su Ziyu breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Teacher Huang and her husband had not yet met.

"Okay, I'm going back first."

Huang Qingyue raised her hand to look at the watch on her wrist, said hello to Su Ziyu and prepared to leave.

"Teacher Huang, please be safe on the road."

Huang Qingyue shook her hand gently and did not look back.

Su Ziyu didn't look away until Huang Qingyue's back disappeared from his sight. He turned to look towards the school.

Su Zihao walked in front of Yang Li. His cold expression and nonchalant demeanor formed a sharp contrast with Yang Li's energetic appearance.

Su Zihao's outstanding height made Su Ziyu lock on his position at a glance.

"Brother Hao, why are you walking so fast? I can't catch up with you."

Without even turning his head, Su Zihao said, "Who made your legs short?"

Yang Li: "...It hurts, buddy."

Su Ziyu walked out of the guard room and waved to Su Zihao and the others.

Yang Li understood instantly, and then looked at Su Zihao with a blaming look, "Brother Hao, you actually let our sister come to the school to pick you up so late?"

Veins on Su Zihao's forehead were throbbing, and he wished he could just find a smelly rag and stuff it into Yang Li's mouth.

"Shut up!"

"I won't go the same way with you today. Just walk back slowly by yourself!"

After saying that, Su Zihao took a few quick steps, leaving Yang Li behind, and ignored the Erkang hand that Yang Li extended.

Su Ziyu waved and said hello to Yang Li, then was pulled away by Su Zihao.