PROLOGUE
In the early morning, it was foggy. The cold rain pours down all over the sky, connecting with the dark sea. Thick smoke erupted from the chimney of the ferry, which stained the sky near and far with a layer of iron lead gray, which made people feel depressed.
The captain previously issued a notice, saying that Shunyuan is strictly forbidden and cannot get to the shore for the time being. They had no choice but to float on the open sea, waiting for the notice from the shore. After waiting for a full day and night, it was not until this morning that they was allowed to enter the port.
Xie Xiang stood on the deck, wrapped in a black coat, with broken hair hanging down from her forehead covering most of her face. The harbour is bustling, and a row of little black Austin* drove in. The sharp whistle sound came from afar, it penetrated the cold white mist and plunged straight into the ear.
(T/N. *a British produced car brand founded by Herbert Austin)
"Xiangxiang, it's windy here, wait in the special cabin."
Xiaojun stood by, holding an umbrella in her hand. A well-dressed gentleman in his forties hurried past carrying a suitcase, and was about to hit her. Seeing that he was about to hit her, Xie Xiang quickly pulled her with her hand.
"Sorry, sorry."
The man said hurriedly. Without stopping, he walked quickly towards the special cabin.
The wind is strong. Xie Xiang turned her head and saw a row of guards with live ammunition in the special cabin. A young figure was surrounded in the middle, wearing a brown leather coat and with a pair of eyes that don’t look like a good person. He shook his neck and shoulders tremendously, and twisted his waist again. There is no calmness at all, very ostentatious.
"I don't know which family's prodigal son, the pomp is not small."
Xiaojun curled her lips and murmured softly.
The hard shell military cap, the five-pointed star cap badge, the yellow twill uniform, and the golden epaulettes. This is the military uniform that the Southern Metropolitan Government has just revised and unified. The local epaulettes are still gray.
From Nandu?
Xie Xiang thought secretly.
Like her, this group of people boarded a ship on Hong Kong Island. On the sixth day of last month, the Tongchang Railway was bombed, and there was a labor movement at Nanping Pass. Several railway tracks were dug up, and the railway traffic in Shunyuan was completely paralyzed. Immediately afterwards, Zuo Jiming, Liu Maoyan, Du Lu, and other senior officials of the Feng'an department were assassinated one after another. Commander Zhang Zhongxun was brutally executed. The whole province was under martial law, the main roads were blocked, and Shunyuan became an iron bucket that was hard to get in.
When others waited, Xie Xiang couldn't wait. She made a decisive decision, bypassed Hong Kong Island, entered the country by water, and then ran into this group of people.
Because of the arrival of this young man, the ferry has imposed a strict blockade on the entire special cabin area. Even the guests who had already booked the cabins were invited out. Although the words were polite and courteous, there was no room for negotation. Then, the banquet hall on the third floor became a private area. Singing and dancing up and down all night long, the lively and the current events are like two worlds.
The blockade lasted for more than an hour, and the other passengers were not allowed to disembark until the young master's convoy in the special cabin was far away. The travelers speculated about the identity of the person, but no one complained for the time wasted. Obviously, such things have become a commonplace in such turbulent years.
"Xiangxiang, go to my house first."
Xie Xiang picked up the chest in Xiaojun's hand and nodded.
"En."
The night was extremely quiet, and even the wind outside the window had stopped. Xie Xiang sat in front of the mirror, silently lost in thought. The lights are warm and yellow, casting a warm shadow. And the surroundings were so quiet, the dialogue between Xiaojun and her mother became clearer in this silence.
"Xiangxiang is coming to school in Shunyuan?"
"Yes, Xinhua Girls' School, didn't I tell you."
"There are so many good schools in Beiping*, why do have to come to Shunyuan? Besides, something had happened to her brother here before."
(T/N. *an old term for Beijing)
"Shh……"
Once again, the voices weakened. Xie Xiang returned to her senses and spread her hair. The girl in the mirror has big eyes, straight nose, and the lips are pressed into a straight line, with a bit of seriousness. It's different from the gentleness of the daughter in the south of the Yangtze River. There is the heroic spirit of a northern woman in her appearance, like a pine cone hanging on a branch in a cold winter. It is obviously not a flower, but it has the shape of a flower.
This way, it should work.
"Crack", the door was pushed open. Xiaojun walked in with a tray. There was a bowl of soup on the tray and a white towel beside it.
Xiaojun sat down, looking at her worriedly.
"Xiangxiang, you……really has decided?"
Xie Xiang smiled, took away the towel, and picked up a pair of scissors hidden underneath.
"Decided."
"There is no turning back arrow*. Arsenal Military Academy is not a fun place. If you go down with this scissors, there is no looking back. "
(T/N. *There is no turning back arrow after opening the bow. The arrow cannot be retracted after it has been shot. It is a metaphor that since the thing has already started, we must keep doing it.)
Xie Xiang held a handful of hair, cut the scissors across it, and with a "swish", the long hair fell to the ground.
"I didn't want to look back."
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T/N. My first translation to go! This is a novel, that rather than being adapted to a screenplay, it's adapted from a screenplay. I really enjoy watching the drama years ago, and I also enjoyed translating and reading the novel as I liked watching the drama. I hope you guys liked this novel as much as I do.
~ Didi (Gakuen)
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