Chapter 170 Admission Notice
Ning Weimin doesn’t care whether he goes to college or not, but most people do.
Perhaps they cannot be said to be secular.
Perhaps we can only say that our country has too many people and the living environment is too difficult.
That’s why there are so few choices in life.
Even a girl like Lan Lan, who was born into a privileged family, still faces this situation.
If she had her heart in mind, she would have been tired of burying her head in the sea and competing with others for that narrow single-plank bridge with an admission rate of only 20%.
But in the eyes of her parents, who are high-level intellectuals, this is tantamount to a family shame.
During the days when she decided to leave the classroom, her mother sighed almost every day.
"You are our daughter. Your father and I both graduated from college, and your brother is still a worker, peasant, and soldier college student. If you don't get into college, not only will you be ridiculed by others, but others will also They say behind our back that we don’t know how to educate our daughters..."
My father said it bluntly.
"You are living at a loss. No matter what you want to do in the future, you must first go to college. Otherwise, if you are having fun now, what will you do in the future? What can you do? What? "
Even his brother persuaded him.
"Be smart and don't make your parents angry, okay? I know your girly dreams, but you have to grow up one day. Aren't we doing it for your own good?"
Even Ning Weimin stood on the side of her family, saying that her parents and relatives had tolerated her too much and given her too much.
I'm quite envious that she has family who cares and takes care of her.
I think she shouldn't be too stubborn, at least she should be responsible for her own future and not let her family worry too much about her.
Then how can she choose?
Everyone she trusts has an opinion, so it can’t be that everyone is wrong, right?
Needless to say, for an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl, she has no ability to bear such pressure, fight against everyone around her, and carry out her wishes to the end.
What's more, she still needs her brother's help and wants to arrange a better job for Ning Weimin.
So she returned to class.
But it is not that easy to pick up the textbook again.
After being absent for more than a year, her mathematics and chemistry courses were unable to be entered into the tutorials at once.
The only way is to study hard.
The motivation that allowed her to persist in studying hard was not only the slightly pleased expressions of her parents, but also a certain expectation from the bottom of her heart.
As long as you can get into college, your parents won’t be disappointed, right?
Then they have no reason to stop her from doing what she wants to do, so of course she can go to Ning Weimin openly.
Well, when the time comes, she must ask clearly about that painting...
What does it mean? We can't let him be vague...
In this way, with this belief, for a year, Lan Lan spent every day besides eating and sleeping, studying.
Even watching TV is a special reward she gives herself.
She deliberately locked the paintings given by Ning Weimin in the box. She did not see her relatives and classmates, did not want to play, and did not go out.
I am just afraid that if I get distracted, I will think of the happy time that I and Ning Weimin had together.
This feeling of nostalgia is not pleasant.
Fortunately, the efforts were not in vain.
At 4:30 in the afternoon on July 30, 1981, the college’s admission notice finally arrived!
When Lan Lan heard the postman calling her name downstairs, she felt something choked her throat. She was choked by so many feelings that she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
She finally got admitted. Although it was not a prestigious school, just an editing major at the School of Printing, it was a university after all.
Enough to comfort your parents and win relaxation and freedom for yourself.
And when she picked up the admission notice and ran upstairs, calling her parents and brother to tell them the good news, she was thinking about telling Ning Weimin the news.
During the ride to Shan'er Hutong, Lan Lan hummed Teresa Teng's "When Will You Come Again", feeling extremely relaxed.
She still clearly remembered the scene when she met Ning Weimin in the alley. She was confident that she could find the compound where Ning Weimin lived and find out the specific address. According to her imagination, everything happened smoothly next.
Whether it was her entering the hospital to find someone, or waiting at the door of the hospital for Ning Weimin to get off work.
They can successfully scare Ning Weimin, and then show his admission letter in exchange for praise.
Then they can go outside together and find a place to celebrate like they did in the past.
Of course, she pays the money, and she is not a girl who likes to take advantage of this kind of thing...
It’s just that although she had a good idea, it backfired
She indeed found the right one, but when she entered the courtyard to inquire about him, she found that Ning Weimin was not there, and there was no hope of meeting him.
Because a neighbor uncle named Bian told her that Ning Weimin worked the night shift but left at three o'clock in the afternoon.
If she waits, she probably won’t be able to wait until he comes back. I advise her to come back tomorrow.
For this reason, Lan Lan was a little disappointed.
However, on her way back, she suddenly remembered that she should leave a note.
So I cycled back feeling slightly relaxed.
But she never expected that fate would be so cruel. It would be better for her not to come back this time.
Because just when she was about to lock the car and re-enter the courtyard, she was stopped by a girl behind her.
So she got the news that couldn't help but make her sad.
"Hey, who are you looking for when you enter the courtyard?"
When Lan Lan turned around, she found that the person who stopped her was a girl pushing a green bicycle.
He looked not much older than me, and seemed to have just gotten off work and lived in this courtyard.
When she thought, if that was really the case, it would be easier, so she smiled and asked.
"Do you live here? Do you know Ning Weimin? My name is Lan Lan, and I am here to see him..."
But unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, the girl interrupted her.
"Your surname is Lan? Huh? Didn't you guys break up a long time ago?"
"Break up?" Lan Lan was a little confused.
Did she date Ning Weimin?
Where did this come from?
"We... haven't... not..."
Lan Lan's face turned red, and she was so naive that she didn't know how to explain it.
In fact, she didn't need to explain, because if the other party spoke again, it would be a bolt from the blue to her.
"I advise you not to come to him. Ning Weimin has a new girlfriend now and is very busy every day. He goes to the Drum Tower every day to train with her girlfriend, and then at night I have to send her back before I go to work the night shift."
"Oh, by the way, her girlfriend was chosen as a fashion model by a French fashion designer. Did you know that she is a fashion model? The kind of clothes that walk on the stage, tall, beautiful, and fashionable, not the kind that many people draw..."
"Anyway, if you have anything, please tell me, my last name is. Mi, I live next door to Ning Weimin, and I am also his colleague. It will be more convenient for you to convey it. Otherwise, if his girlfriend sees you and misunderstands him, it will be bad for you, right?" >
As soon as these words entered his ears, Lan Lan's head buzzed, and he suddenly lost all feeling.
Standing stupidly at the door like a branch.
Her originally fair face was completely turned into a bloodless white paper.
A face without any expression.
She is only a nineteen-year-old girl, although she still doesn’t fully understand what love is.
But I have clearly felt the pain of being cut by the little knife of infatuation.
She said nothing more, forced a smile, and walked away with the cart with a numb expression.
I had no idea that the girl named Mi behind her actually smiled when she pushed the cart into the hospital.
Cunning and proud, as if some conspiracy had succeeded.
(End of this chapter)