On the day of the announcement, the sun was so scorching that it could melt the asphalt.
The grades were distributed by the school.
Feifei remembered clearly that she was working in the field helping her father pull weeds when someone shouted from the village gate, asking her to go to the school to see her scores.
She ran as fast as she could, her back soaked in sweat, her heart pounding.
When she arrived at the school, the report cards were posted at the entrance of the guidance office.
She squeezed in and looked for her name from the back to the front.
“Bi Feifei…
Bi Feifei…”
Her fingers slid down the list line by line, reaching the middle and stopping.
Bi Feifei, total score 538, admission line 536.
Her English was 89.
Math was 71.
Both were much higher than the mock exam scores.
“Scoring adjustment.” A teacher nearby muttered.
“Two points short and she wouldn’t have made it.”
She stared at those two lines of numbers, her mind buzzing for a long time before she could regain her composure.
Then, tears burst out unexpectedly, streaming down her face as she stood in the crowd.
She covered her mouth and cried, her shoulders shaking.
She was admitted.
County No.
1 Middle School.
The best high school in the county.
On the way home, she almost ran.
The rice in the fields was shining green, and when the wind blew, it swayed layer by layer.
She ran into the gate of the courtyard, shouting loudly: “Dad!
Mom!
I’m admitted! This story is hosted at g.com.
I’m admitted to County No.
1 Middle School!”
Bi Shou Tian came back from the field, his hoe clattering to the ground.
He stood still, his lips trembling: “Really…
really?”
“Really!” She handed over the report card.
“536 points as the line, I’m 538!”
Bi Shou Tian couldn’t recognize many words, but he could count “538” and “536”.
He held the paper for a long time, then suddenly sat on the threshold, opening his mouth, and tears streamed down his face, running down the deep wrinkles on his face: “Good…” OK…
“My daughter!
My daughter!”
Zhao Guiying rushed out, not knowing what had happened.
She saw both the father and the daughter crying, and they were also gesturing with their hands, making “ah ah” sounds.
Feifei held her mother’s hand and wrote “考”, “上”, “了” one by one in her palm.
Her mother’s eyes lit up immediately, covering her mouth and shedding tears faster than anyone else.
That night, at home, for the first time, a chicken was cooked.
It was by Bian Shoutan who exchanged the eggs he had saved.
At the dinner table, her father picked a chicken leg for her and said, “Eat more.
Studying takes a lot of brainpower.”
Feifei put the chicken leg back into her father’s bowl.
He picked it up again and pushed it back.
He repeated this process twice before she took a small bite.
The rest was given to her mother.
Her mother shook her head, and she broke the chicken leg in half, giving one half to each of them.
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The light in the room seemed brighter than usual.
But the joy didn’t last for long.
Dark clouds soon descended.
On the day of registration, Feifei was flipping through the admission notice, reading it out to her father: Tuition, miscellaneous fees, accommodation fees, school uniform fees…
All added up, it would cost her 1,000 yuan a year.
The silence in the room was so loud that it could be heard as the lamp芯发出”噼啪”的响声.
“One thousand…
” Bian Shoutan chewed on this number repeatedly, his face turning pale.
His family could earn only a few hundred throughout the year, after deducting seeds and fertilizers.
“Maybe…
” He opened his mouth but closed it again.
Feifei knew what he wanted to say.
“Maybe don’t go.” – But he didn’t actually say it.
This honest man, would rather dry himself out than say anything to stop his daughter’s path.
Beside her, her mother silently took out the wooden box again.
Inside was empty, nothing was left.
Feifei’s heart was gripped by a hand.
She had been admitted, but this family couldn’t afford the 1,000 yuan for that year.
At night, she lay on the bed unable to sleep, hearing her father talking to her mother in the hall – it was actually him speaking, while his mother listened.
His voice was very low: “Passed.
She should go.
I’ll go to the town to do some labor, eight yuan a day, just…
just about two months.”
Feifei covered her head with the quilt and silently shed tears.
She had been admitted, it was a joy.
But this family was burdened with a heavy stone.