I want to translate your voice

Chapter 1 001 Her 17 years old

"Congratulations - Song Yunmu from Jiangcheng won the gold medal in this national English speech contest!"

The outstanding-looking girl of seventeen or eighteen years old received the trophy with excitement. Song Yunmu scanned the people in the audience to find his sister.

But after looking around carefully, he didn't see his sister, so he had to lower his eyebrows to hide his disappointment.

After getting off the stage, Song Yunmu went backstage to avoid the reporters. She suddenly realized that it was pouring rain outside. She was too nervous to notice the results of the game just now.

She put the trophy into her bag, suddenly remembered something, and dialed her sister's phone number with anticipation in her eyes.

Drops of rain could be heard hitting the pane, thunder could be heard, and I felt uncontrollably panicked.

beep --

Not connected.

Song Yunmu frowned and dialed the phone again.

This time the phone rang for more than ten seconds before it was answered.

Song Yunmu raised his eyebrows excitedly, his delicate fox eyes filled with the joy of a girl, and said: "Sister! Me"

"Twilight."

Song Yunmu stopped talking for a moment, "Dad? Why is it you? Where is my sister?"

Song Yu's voice on the other end of the phone was extremely hoarse. She lost her usual calm demeanor and even her voice was choked with sobs as she said, "Your sister was in a car accident on the way to the competition venue just now and the rescue efforts failed."

A muffled thunder exploded in the sky. Song Yunmu's mind went blank and he couldn't hear anything. His hands trembled and he couldn't accept the news.

Song Yunmu looked around in panic, grabbed his bag and rushed out of the venue.The sound in my ears was very noisy. The human voice flowed into my cochlea along with the sound of rain, but it couldn't suppress the waves of tinnitus in my ears.

She ran into the street, raindrops pouring down on her mercilessly.

Someone who didn't pay attention didn't know what he tripped over, and Song Yunmu fell heavily to the ground, his body in a mess.

Fortunately, she met a kind-hearted driver who didn't mind her and took her to the hospital. Before getting off the car, she took out the cash in her bag and gave it to the driver and ran out of the car.

She felt as if her brain had been pressed on a pause button and could not function. She came to the hospital with only a shred of reason.

Until he stopped in front of his sister who was lying on the bed covered with a white cloth, at that second, his frozen brain started to work again, and tears rushed out.

Song Yunmu took a few steps forward, but his mother grabbed his arm.The late autumn in Jiangcheng was not too cold, and I could still feel the pain of my mother's nails digging into her flesh even though she was wearing thin long sleeves.

Mother Lin Jinwan stared at Song Yunmu with blood-red eyes and shouted at her: "It's all your fault!! It's all because of you that my Xiaochen did this."

Song Yu covered her tears and hugged Lin Jinwan, who was out of control, and said, "Don't do this now, Jinwan."

Song Yunmu looked at the bed absentmindedly, and moved to lift the white cloth with trembling hands. Song Yunchen lay there bloodlessly and quietly.Song Yunmu gasped a few times, her brain hurting from lack of oxygen, and tears blurred her vision so that she could not see her sister's face.

She raised her hand to wipe away her tears, anxiously grabbed her bag and took out the trophy, and said something to the person with closed eyes on the bed in a panic: "Look, sister! I won the gold medal, didn't you say you were coming to see me receive the award?" Well, didn’t we agree that we would go have hot pot together after this?”

"But why are you lying here? Wake up!"

"Open your eyes and look at me. Song Yunchen, don't make such a joke with me. It's not funny at all!"

Song Yunmu sobbed, as if he was tired, and seemed to have finally accepted the reality. He lowered his head in a hoarse voice: "...Why don't you keep your words?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all me"

After that day, Song Yunmu fell seriously ill. The once warm Song family changed. Even Song Yunmu, who should have been innocent and innocent, became silent overnight.

The rain in late autumn was fierce and endless, as if the entire Jiangcheng was going to be flooded.

That year, Song Yunmu was 17 years old, while Song Yunchen stayed at her 22 years old forever.

A year later, Song Yunmu took the college entrance examination and was admitted to the top university in the country, Huadu University of Science and Technology.

Song Yunmu refused Song Yu's company and flew to Huadu, a strange city, alone.

She refused the interview, blocked the flattering words directed at her on WeChat, and registered for admission to HKUST in advance.The staff from the Admissions Office of HKUST enthusiastically handled the procedures for her and briefly introduced the school and its rules and regulations.

The teacher from the Admissions Office asked with some confusion, "But Mr. Song, why did you come to report in advance? There is still more than a week before the semester starts."

Song Yunmu lowered his eyes and said calmly: "It's nothing, I just want to adapt in advance." The teacher expressed understanding: "Oh, by the way, you are from Jiangcheng."

Song Yunmu held the luggage pole tightly.

It can't be said that I enrolled in school early because I didn't want to stay at home.

Lin Jinwan is a junior high school teacher in a public school. Since Song Yunchen left, she has been mentally hit and has problems.I quit my job and was looking at Song Yunchen's photos and certificates at home, saying unintelligible words to the air all day long. It was as if I couldn't see Song Yunmu on weekdays.Sometimes I would recognize her as my sister and hold her in my arms while crying.

My father is an employee of a state-owned enterprise. He was promoted some time ago and is so busy that he often doesn't see anyone.

Song Yunmu closed his eyes, took a deep breath and threw away the negative emotions, and followed the teacher to the dormitory.

*
After the official start of school, Song Yunmu's name was widely spread in HKUST.Not only because of her title of No. [-] pick in the country, but also because of her face.

Someone secretly filmed her during the freshman military training and posted it on the school forum.In the photo, she has long hair tied back casually, wearing a camouflage uniform, a tall and delicate nose, small natural red lips, and a pair of stunning fox eyes. She is a rare beauty.

When being secretly photographed, Song Yunmu's eyes were cold and he looked calmly at the camera. After the photo was uploaded, the name of the cool goddess was all over the HKUST forum.

Even the person A next door knows that Song Yunmu, the number one scholar in the country, is a cool beauty.

Song Yunmu had a headache. She didn't like to socialize. On weekdays, apart from going to class and working part-time, she stayed in the library and dormitory.Because the photos brought her a lot of trouble, even the professors in her department would sometimes tease her about these things.

But this lasted for a year, and someone helped her share the attention.

In the autumn of my second year of enrollment, the HKUST forum was flooded again.

The protagonist dominating the screen this time is Shen Qinnian.

Not only was Shen Qinnian born in the largest plutocratic family, he had been a favorite since he was a child. He was extremely intelligent and was admitted into the junior class of the University of Science and Technology at the age of 16. Not to mention his stunning appearance and superior height. He was also a member of the University of Science and Technology of China. The president attended law school.

I represented HKUST in an international competition some time ago, and returning to school with a gold medal this time will definitely spark a new round of discussion.

Everyone wanted to catch a glimpse of Shen Qinnian on the day he returned to school, but they didn't want to think that the person involved didn't go back to school at all and fell asleep in his apartment opposite the University of Science and Technology.

Not long after I lay down, I was woken up by the phone ringing.

It was my friend Bian Yi who called.

Shen Qinnian answered the phone and yawned lazily, narrowed his delicate peach blossom eyes, and said in a bad tone: "You have something to say."

Bian Yi lay by the window of the chairman's office and stared for a long time: "No, where are you, bro?"

“Apartment for sleeping.”

Bian Yi immediately stood up straight, his eyes widened, and said in disbelief: "Ah, is it true? Everyone is preparing to welcome you back, but you are sleeping in the apartment?"

As he spoke, Bian Yi suddenly flipped through his phone and said, "Also, don't you have a final class on English Aesthetic Appreciation today?"

Shen Qinnian was very sleepy and pinched his earlobe impatiently: "Oh, it's turned up."

After saying that, he hung up without paying any attention to Bian Yi. He also turned off his cell phone, covered his head and went to sleep.

Bian Yi had no choice but to deal with Master Shen's temper, so he had no choice but to go out and call the busy students to stop, "Everyone, don't be busy. Your chairman will not return to school today, so the welcome has been cancelled. Everyone, please go and do whatever you want." "

When I woke up again it was already the next morning.

After sleeping regardless of the day, Shen Qinnian felt relaxed all over.

But soon a text message let him know the 'consequences' of skipping class.

Since I was out competing for a competition some time ago and had not participated in most of the [English Aesthetics Appreciation] courses for a long time, and I also skipped my final course yesterday, Shen Qinnian was informed that he had to retake this elective course.

At the same time, Song Yunmu was called to the office by the professor.

Professor Zhang patted her shoulder kindly and said, "Xiao Song, how have you been studying recently? I heard that in addition to majoring in English, you also applied for a concurrent major in German and French?"

"Is it too much pressure to be a sophomore?"

Song Yunmu lowered his head and clasped his fingers unconsciously in reply: "Well, I feel okay. It won't affect my major grade."

Professor Zhang smiled widely and patted her shoulder reassuringly: "I know you won't delay, but I have something I want to ask you for help with."

(End of this chapter)