"Comrade, my name is Sun Yiliang. Do you have my admission letter?" Sun Yiliang ran over, out of breath and anxious, asking.
Xu Qingqing was even more flush with excitement. Just as long as her man got the admission letter, she would have turned her life around from a serf to someone who could sing her own song.
She looked at the mail carrier with anticipation.
The mail carrier rummaged through the bag for quite a while, then spread his hands apologetically: "I'm sorry, there's none!"
Sun Yiliang's heart instantly felt like it had dropped into a deep freeze.
Xu Qingqing's face fell with disappointment, and thinking of Xu Ying, she quickly asked, "Comrade, did Xu Ying get admitted?"
"Xu Ying? Is she from the family of the village chief in your village?" The mail carrier's face lit up as he said, "She did, indeed! Your village chief's family is truly remarkable. All four children were admitted to university."
