Xiao Ren's passionate tone scared Sister Han.

She held Xiao Ren's hand and said, "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious. It's either that you can't take the college entrance exam or that you want to leave a way out for you. Don't be anxious, Lao Yuan can't do it, let's think of other ways."

"I just want to go to college!" Xiao Ren's voice was small.

"Okay, okay. Let's find a way to go to college, and I'll help you think about it." Sister Han coaxed her like a child.

Xiao Ren said "um" and his tone was low.

When Sister Han saw it, it was like her daughter couldn't find a friend to play with. She had nothing to say, so she simply said, "Don't you like this Yang Rui? Just talk about Yang Rui, what's wrong with this person?"

"I...I don't like this Yang Rui." Xiao Ren looked around nervously, and happened to see a table of guests next to him, and suddenly felt shy.

Sister Han chats in the hall every day and always treats guests as nothing. Now, she continues to talk about gossip with Xiao Ren: "It doesn't matter if you don't like it, it doesn't matter if you like it. You can talk about it first, is this Yang Rui going to college?"

"Of course." Xiao Ren burst into tears and said, "He was the top scorer in the national college entrance examination last year. He can go to any school he wants."

"Then which university did he go to?"

"Peking University! It's Peking University with Mao Dun, Zhu Ziqing and Xu Zhimo." Xiao Ren's words revealed the true face of his literary young woman, and stars were shining in his eyes.

Sister Han said: "I have read the books of Mao Dun and Zhu Ziqing."

The 1980s was a world of literary youth. Literature is like fashion. It does not necessarily require everyone to participate in it personally, but everyone will inevitably receive an influence.

Xiao Ren said in a slight voice: "I left gently, just as I came gently. I waved my hand gently and said goodbye to the clouds in the west..."

"Yes, I've heard it, and I'll forget it when I say it." Sister Han smiled, holding her chubby face and said, "I used to have a collection of essays, and the last dozen pages printed with poems, so there is this one."

Yang Rui was dizzy when he heard this. Others sat beside him and talked about him as if no one was around. This experience was quite interesting.

To be honest, it is a little shame, but more so it is pride.

Of course, it depends on what they are talking about.

For example, the first half of the prose of this Sister Han and the second half of the prose collection makes people feel shy and can't help but think that "The Heart of a Girl" seemed to be spread like this.

Wu Qian set her eyes on Yang Rui's face intentionally or unintentionally.

It’s one thing to know oneself, and it’s another thing to listen to others’ evaluations.

Perhaps because of his understanding, although Wu Qian was very envious of Yang Rui's achievements, he had not yet reached the level of admiration. But now, when comparing the brainless fan Xiao Ren around him, Wu Qian suddenly realized that Yang Rui got the best!

It is not the first in the class, not the first in the age, not the first in the county, not the first in the city, not the first in the province, but the first in the country!

Wu Qian doesn’t know how many teenagers and how many college entrance examination candidates are in China, but no matter how you think about it, there will always be only one person.

Since the resumption of the college entrance examination, several college entrance examinations have been held nationwide, and there are only a few top scorers in the national college entrance examination.

What does it mean to be counted? That's it.

Wu Qian couldn't help but think of the conversation between herself and Yang Rui, and suddenly pinched herself hard and said to herself: If you have the first place in the national college entrance examination to help you make a review plan, what are you afraid of? Not to mention the thousands or tens of thousands of people, you can get into college even if you have hundreds of thousands of people. Oh!

The post office is the most basic unit in the entire post office, and there is almost no channel for promotion. It can be said that any college student graduated and worked for a few years and went to the post office again, and then he could become the leader of everyone. After all, the director of the post office is a deputy section-level or section-level cadre.

Wu Qian tilted her head slightly, next to Yang Rui, and whispered: "I want to take the college entrance exam, too."

"Did you decide?" Yang Rui was not surprised. In the 1980s, the attraction of universities was unimaginable to later generations. If the world of ordinary young people was divided into one level, the lowest level was rural youth, parallel but slightly hoped were urban unemployed youth, followed by temporary workers, then formal workers, then work on behalf of workers, and then cadres were cadres.

Cadre is a title and an identity. In Chinese society, leaders are cadres, civil servants are cadres, formal teachers and doctors are cadres, and state-owned enterprises are cadres. However, for example, ordinary employees on railways, ordinary employees of postal and telecommunications, ticket salesmen are workers. The difference between workers and cadres is not only good or bad, but also the difference between whether they can be an official, but more importantly, all benefits are different. The wages and subsidies paid by the state are treated differently according to the differences between workers and cadres. The proportion of medical reimbursement, methods, and even the wards they are moved into are different, and the wages after retirement vary greatly.

As a petty citizen, Wu Qian's work is neither good nor bad, better than those who don't have jobs, better than temporary workers, and better than the working environment of the coal mine geological team, but apart from that, it is not good enough.

The salary of 40 or 50 yuan per month is not hungry but not well off. He works six days a week and eight hours a day. Although he spends more time chatting than working, he always has to endure enough time and always gets the leader's flattery.

Young people have no time to experience the benefits of ensuring income from drought and flood. The boring and parallel life is constantly destroying people's will.

After graduation, college students will no longer be calm and boring.

After college students in the 1980s graduated, they didn’t have to find a job, they all came up with a job. The room for improvement after work is even more envious of later generations. If the civil servants were recruiting civil servants in the 1980s, all college students were reserve officials.

Wu Qian's current job is like a soldier to a military academy student. After graduating from a military academy, she will be a platoon of officers. Even if a soldier is promoted, her development opportunities cannot be compared with her.

Where are soldiers who don’t want to go to military academy?

Of course, the cost of getting into a military school or university is not small. Fortunately, this is not a pure gambling act after all, and the quality of the grades is based on evidence.

For young people who are unwilling to be rehabilitated, studying can change their destiny, which is simply a shortcut to Zhongnan. Although there are still interferences between relatives and friends selling faces and chrysanthemums, you should compare the less perfect world. After studying, you have to rely on relatives and friends selling faces and chrysanthemums to better understand the meaning of fairness.

No young man is really willing to be ordinary.

Wu Qian weighed the pros and cons in her heart for a long time. At this time, under the stimulation of the young waiter Xiao Ren, she resolutely made a decision and said, "I will start reviewing when I go back. If I don't have this year, I will be next year. If I don't have next year, I will be next year."

Yang Rui nodded slightly: "No matter what, I support you."

When Wu Qian heard this, she couldn't help feeling sweet.

The two of them whispered close together, and their hair touched each other. Xiaocheng looked at the rage and winked at Lao Ba and asked, "Are you full? If you eat, pay the money and leave."

When the waiter Sister Han heard this, she yelled without looking back: "I haven't watched us chat, you can eat again!"

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Chapter completed!