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I think my father was most happy for me to be admitted to university. He was so happy that tears came out from behind. It was the first time I saw my father crying with joy. His tears were very precious. My father had always hoped that our family would have a college student. He believed that there would be such a day because my grandfather was a scholar in the late Qing Dynasty and a famous private school teacher. His descendants would definitely inherit his genes.

My father immediately called my hometown Zhaozhuang to inform the good news that I was admitted to university. At that time, Uncle Zhao happened to be waiting by the phone, as if waiting to answer the phone. This was rare. Usually, the brigade accountant stayed in the brigade headquarters, and Uncle Zhao rarely went there unless there was a meeting. At this moment, Uncle Zhao picked up the phone as soon as the phone rang.

"Hey, who is it?" Uncle Zhao asked as he picked up the phone.

"It's me!" My father replied. Before he could say his name, he heard Uncle Zhao laugh.

"Haha, it's my elder brother! Why did you call me suddenly? Is there something good?"! ! !

"Haha, you guessed it right! Your nephew, Sifang, was admitted to university!"

"——Ah! This is a great joy. You know that our village has not had a college student since liberation! Sifang has brought honor to our village chief! Which university did he get into?"

"Shandong University! Department of Chinese Language and Literature, Shandong University."

"Oh my God, I heard that Shandong University is a key university in the country! Sifang is a great kid. I saw that he has a lot of potential since he was a child."

"Tell my father about this news as soon as possible, and make him happy."

"Of course! Your ancestors are from a scholarly family. Sifang's grandfather was a great scholar in the late Qing Dynasty. You It's normal for a family to have a college student. Your father must be very happy to hear that. "

"Okay, I have something else to do. Let's stop here today. You can take some time to come to the city and we can celebrate together."

"Of course! I have already agreed with Sifang that when he is admitted to the university, I will go to your house with his grandfather to congratulate him."

"Okay! Come early."

"It will be in the next few days. I will go after I finish the work at hand."

"Okay, that's it. Goodbye!"

"Goodbye!"

The night I received the university admission letter, my father personally cooked ten dishes, which meant perfect, to celebrate my admission to the university. My father got off work early and went home to prepare dinner. Before I could ask, my father asked me to call Bai Liping to eat together. I immediately returned to the art troupe, but Ling Liping had a performance in the evening and couldn't come.

My father and I were both drunk at night, and my father actually sang Bangzi Opera, and he sang very professionally, which was quite new. My mother said that my father sang really well, and he learned it from my grandfather. Afterwards, my mother couldn't help but sing Bangzi Opera with my father, and the husband and wife followed suit, and the singing was quite similar. I didn't expect my mother to sing Bangzi Opera so well. My mother told me afterwards that she learned Bangzi Opera from my father. It seems that I have to learn Bangzi Opera from my father or grandfather, so that this traditional folk opera can be passed down and carried forward. But my sisterI was not interested in Bangzi Opera, and even had some aversion to it.

We had dinner from about six to eight, which was just in time for the New Year's Eve dinner.

After dinner, at almost nine o'clock, my father insisted on taking me to his county party committee office. This was the first time he took the initiative to take me to his office. When I asked him why he was going now, he said he had something to give me. I asked what it was, but he didn't tell me. He kept it a secret for the first time, which made me laugh so hard and interested. I suddenly felt that my father and I were equals at this moment, and he no longer looked down on me with a majestic attitude as before. My mother said, it's getting late, why must you give me something good tonight? Can't you give it tomorrow? My father said he had to give it tonight, otherwise he couldn't sleep, and he would feel at ease after giving it, and he would have his mind cleared.

After hearing what my father said, I became more interested, and I took my father's hand and left, just like my brothers. My father was almost dragged by me, and I had to support him from time to time. He was indeed drunk.

After arriving at the office, my father asked me to turn around and close my eyes. He told me not to open my eyes or look. I was secretly happy. Why was my father acting like a child today? I couldn't help but feel unusually warm.

I really closed my eyes and heard my father open the drawer of his desk and rummage around. After a while, he closed the drawer and seemed to hear him sigh.

"You can turn around and open your eyes!" my father said loudly.

Hearing this, I was extremely excited, just like a long-awaited dream finally came true. I turned around and opened my eyes, but I saw my father holding a pen in his right hand and shaking it at me with a smile.

Seeing this, my interest was greatly reduced. He called me to the office late at night just for this pen?

My father held the pen in both hands and said, "This pen was given to me by my comrade-in-arms. I have treasured it for almost ten years and I was reluctant to use it. I thought I would give it to you after you passed the exam and got into college. This is not an ordinary pen, it is a world-famous pen, a Parker pen!"

"——Ah, Parker!" I couldn't help but scream. I have heard of it before, but I have never seen it.

"I give it to you today. I hope you can write articles as good as this Parker pen in the future!" Before I could recover from the shock, my father handed the pen to me and said.

"Dad, I will definitely live up to your expectations!" I took the pen with both hands and looked at it carefully as if I had found a treasure.

"Hey, don't just talk big. If, if you can't write, you have to return this pen to its original owner!" My father laughed.

"Haha, that's impossible!" I laughed, "Dad, the articles I write in the future will definitely be worth more than this! Just wait and see."

"Dad believes in you!" My father said and took the initiative to hug me, and I hugged him tightly.

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