The vixen's journey through time

Liu Fengshou's body was swaying and his voice was vibrating. He tried his best to control it and tried not to say a single word wrong.

“All workers, farmers, educated youth who have gone to work in the countryside or returned to their hometowns, demobilized servicemen, cadres and recent high school graduates who meet the enrollment requirements can voluntarily sign up..."

"The college entrance examination, the college entrance examination has resumed! It has resumed!..."

Liu Feng raised his arms and shouted, with tears filling his eyes with excitement. However, there was deathly silence in the ground.

The villagers who had been humming the ballad before reached the high-pitched part, their mouths opened wide and they couldn't close their mouths, and the dancing movements of their hands stopped in mid-air, as if the pause button had been pressed.

One second, two seconds, three seconds... a full sixty seconds, short and long.

"Wow!……"

Xu Jianguo, an old educated youth, threw away the hoe in his hand and burst into tears.

It was like a fuse was ignited, and the scene exploded.

More and more educated youths were crying and laughing, hugging each other, rejoicing, and kept chanting, "Recovered! Recovered!", "Go home! You can go home!", "Boooooo! Ten Years! Ten years!..."

The villagers were also very excited. They didn't know why they were so happy. "College Entrance Examination" was a strange but familiar word to them.

They don't know a few Chinese characters, and some even learned their names when literacy classes were held in the village, but they are just happy!

If they can't do it, it doesn't mean their son can't do it. If their son can't do it, it doesn't mean their grandson can't do it. If their grandson can't do it, they still have generations to come...

Now that the college entrance examination has resumed, the destiny of countless people will start anew.

Ge Zhaodi was also very excited because she had started picking up textbooks and learning knowledge again a long time ago.

Chacha didn't lie to her. It turns out that good things will really come to her as scheduled, and it turns out that life really will not let down everyone who works hard.

Zhao Yan suddenly looked at the man next to her. She remembered that two months ago, the man came back with a bag of books and told her to read it. It didn't matter if she read more or less. After reading it, she would coach him and teach them later. son.

What was she thinking at the time?

Oh, the way she looked at him was so ironic.

There was anger, annoyance, disappointment, and a hint of hatred.

This man, her pillow, although he loves her, dotes on her and pities her, but he doesn't seem to understand her!

He will never understand, Shu, that was the pain she once felt!

How did she do it?

She! At that time, he picked up one of the books and hit him hard on the chest, "Wang Mancang! I hate you!"

Then he squatted down and buried his head in his knees. Soon, the ground there was wet.

The son who had been playing so much at her feet seemed to be bullied when he saw his mother. The little boy, less than two years old, waved his lotus-jointed arms toward his father, who was as tall as a mountain in front of him, babbling. Baby talk.

"Auntie, cry...beat, bad daddy..."

Wang Mancang ignored his son's "punching and kicking" and hurriedly knelt down, held Zhao Yan in his arms, wiped her tears and coaxed: "Daughter-in-law, don't cry! Don't cry!"

"If you don't like this book, I will give it back to Brother Gu. I just noticed that you saw Jiang Zhiqing and Ge Zhiqing reading a book before. I thought, thought..." As he said this, Wang Mancang stood up and carried his hands on the ground. The book is about to go out.

"Don't!……"

Zhao Yan finally grabbed the man's clothes and kept the books. Accompanied by her son and the man, she picked up the textbook again.

Looking back now, she finally understood that at that time, the man seemed to have heard something, right?

Those books are all high school textbooks!

Wang Mancang's body and legs were covered in mud, but his hands were washed very clean. He was busy feeding his son water.

The couple had to work in the fields, and no one helped take care of the children. They were always taken to the fields.

His son Xu really likes to play the spitting game. He takes a sip and spits it out three times. When the water is gone, he blows saliva bubbles, then pouts and asks the man to wipe it for him.

Wang Mancang was not angry, his face was full of kindness and smile.

It seemed that Zhao Yan's gaze was too hot. He raised his head and saw the tears flashing in her eyes, but he hesitated to speak.

He stood up and walked over to her.

His tall figure enveloped her thin figure, and he reached out to wipe away the tears that had burst out of his eyes long ago.

"Daughter-in-law, feel free to fly, my son and I are waiting for you at home..."

After hearing the news, Chen Hongbing couldn't lie down in bed and jumped out of bed. However, he forgot the fact that his leg was broken and fell to the ground hard.

But he didn't care, he didn't seem to feel the pain, so he got up directly, dragged his broken leg and staggered towards the ground with difficulty.

"Tell me, it's not true! It's false! The news is false! There is no recovery! How can the college entrance examination be resumed? Impossible! Impossible...Fake! It's all fake..."

Chen Hongbing shook Liu Fengshou crazily, his expression looking like madness.

In fact, he was already close to going crazy.

yes! If you weren't crazy, how could you run to the mountains, jump off the top of a high mountain, and break your own legs? Just to get a certificate of recovery from illness, and to return to the city, you would break your legs, even if you can't break your whole body. And retreat?

Everyone looked at him with sympathy, but it was this look that hurt Chen Hongbing.

"Don't look! Get out! Get out! Ahhhh..."

Chen Hongbing rolled away and crawled away from everyone's sight.

In a simple classroom, the chalk that Zhao Ling touched on the blackboard broke off, and then, under the astonished eyes of a group of students of different ages, she stumbled out of the classroom.

On the ground, Zhao Ling's nails dug deeply into Zhao Yan's shoulders. Her mouth was shaking with excitement, her hair was messy, and her eyes were straight with an indescribable look and fierceness.

"Sister, give it to me! Give me the book, um..."

It was clearly a very soft tone, and she had a smile on her face, but the people around her felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.