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Chapter 3 Let’s Read First

He must have come here for his high school student number.

After he dropped out of school, his student number would become invalid, and Qiu Jianjun wanted to transfer this number to his son Qiu Sheng, who was studying in the countryside.

As I recall, he had just transferred his wife's household registration from rural to urban, so his son could settle down according to his mother's household registration.

Nowadays, it is impossible for rural children to go to school in the city without a student number. If rural children want to be admitted to middle schools in the city, scores are the most important thing, and their admission scores are much higher than those of local city children.

Qiu Huoming remembered that after he dropped out of school in his previous life, his student number was transferred to Qiu Sheng, who used this number to get admitted to a key university. Later, in order to wash away the stain of transferring the student number, he slandered himself wantonly and described himself as worthless.

During the most difficult years for their family, not only did they not lend a helping hand, they also went around spreading the word that the current state of their family's life was retribution.

To sum it up in one sentence, this family is ungrateful.

It became quiet outside; it seemed that my uncle had left.

After a while, the door was opened and Chen Suniang walked in, "Huoming, I want to discuss something with you..." She looked at Qiu Huoming with some hesitation.

Qiu Huoming put down the textbook in his hand and said, "What's the matter?"

"Why don't you try to take the college entrance exam? I think that the college entrance exam will be held this year. Even if you fail, it would be nice to have a high school diploma!"

Qiu Huoming's vague and long-lost memories were reopened, and he remembered that his mother had indeed advised him in this way.

Because of her low level of education, my mother could only work as an ordinary worker in a factory. Her desire for culture radiated to her children in the family. As long as the four children in the family said they were willing to study, she would support them no matter how hard or tiring it was.

"Mom, I wanted to tell you this too. I've thought about it. I want to go to college." Qiu Huoming didn't know how to explain to his parents that he didn't want to work in a factory and wanted to continue studying. Now, isn't this just like someone sending him a pillow when he's sleepy...

"You..." Chen Suniang subconsciously thought that he was refusing and wanted to persuade him a few more words, but suddenly she came to her senses and a hint of joy appeared on her face.

"Okay, wait until your dad comes back, I'll talk to him and make him happy." She turned around and went out happily, then came back and closed Qiu Huoming's door.

Qiu Huoming listened to her footsteps fading away, and he sighed, "You see, their wishes are actually very simple. Don't worry, this time, I will definitely help you keep good watch over them."

As soon as he finished speaking, the irritability that had been lingering in his heart suddenly disappeared.

Qiu Huoming leaned back in his chair thoughtfully, looking up at the simple lime roof and the tungsten filament lamp hanging in the air.

He reviewed the current situation.

Compared with his own family, the original body's parents and family were a little worse off financially, but they were much better emotionally. With such a hand of cards played badly by the original body, it was no wonder that he would isolate himself in the later period. Perhaps this was his way of atonement.

The first page of the course schedule notebook. Now there are only a few months left to the college entrance examination, and time is very tight.

He calmed himself, opened his math textbook and began to review.

I don’t know how long it took, but there was a noise outside the door, and the door was opened. Soon, my father’s tired voice came, “I’m back.”

Qiu Huoming put down the textbook in his hand and glanced at the alarm clock. It was already 11 o'clock in the evening.

He opened the door and saw his father bending over in the kitchen, carefully taking the porridge that was being warmed on the stove.

The mother walked out from the inner room in her slippers. The eldest and youngest sisters seemed to be asleep and there was no sound.

Seeing him coming over, Chen Suniang asked, "Have you washed your feet?"

"No, I'm washing up now." Qiu Huoming saw a washbasin stand in the aisle in front of the kitchen door. His basin was red and was placed in the second compartment.

He put hot water in the basin, brushed his teeth, wiped his face with the hot water, then picked up the basin, took a dry towel and walked into the living room, sat on a stool and started soaking his feet.

Qiu Jianshe on the opposite side had finished his porridge. Chen Suniang took his bowl and took it to the kitchen to wash it. After a while, Qiu Jianshe also came and sat next to him with a basin. The father and son soaked their feet in silence.

The original body had just had a fight with him not long ago because she wanted to drop out of school and go to work, and they were still in a cold war period.

As soon as Chen Suniang entered the door, she burst into laughter.

"You two have exactly the same expression."

"Old Qiu, your son said he wants to continue studying."

Qiu Jianshe showed a trace of hesitation on his face. He glanced at Qiu Huoming and asked, "Have you thought it through?"

He knew his son's temper very well. He was only enthusiastic about things for a short period of time and had been spoiled since childhood. Now he wanted to control him, but he didn't know where to start.

"I've thought it through. I want to go to college." Qiu Huoming wiped his feet, put on slippers, and stood up.

The water poured into the sewer outside the door.

When he put everything back in place, he could still vaguely hear his parents whispering about something.

Words like "puppy love" were faintly heard.

Qiu Huoming burst out laughing. Perhaps they thought that his sudden progress was due to premature love.

God knows, the school is full of teenagers, and he, a grown man, can't do anything to them. But it doesn't matter this way. He has changed so much suddenly, and he needs a reason. So he just lets them be.

Tomorrow is Friday. Qiu Huoming turned off the lights and lay on the bed, actually feeling a bit of anticipation and nervousness.

After being a corporate slave for so many years, I have dreamed of returning to campus many times.

Although the time span is a bit long, it is still a campus. With your knowledge, it is no problem to get into a provincial key university.

Qiu Huoming raised the corner of his mouth, pulled the quilt up to cover his drafty neck, turned over, and quickly fell asleep.

I was woken up by the noise in the kitchen in the morning. Not long after, I heard Chen Suniang's voice outside the door, "Everyone get up, check your schoolbags, don't be late in the morning..."

Qiu Huoming jumped up, put on a thick cotton coat, ran some water, turned around to sort out his schoolbag, carried it into the living room, hung it on the back of a chair, and began to wash up in a hurry.

The two younger sisters then came out one after another, rubbing their sleepy eyes.

He held the bowl and drank porridge while eating steamed buns. His elder sister went to the same school as him, which was half an hour's walk away. His younger sister's elementary school was close to home, only ten minutes' walk away.

At that time, there were no buses in the small county town, so people had to rely on bicycles or bus No. 11.

When the elder and younger sisters sat down at the dinner table, Qiu Huoming had disappeared.

Qiu Huoming walked on the dim streets in the early morning, braving the cold wind of late spring. His home was in Dongmen, and the main street was still paved with bluestone. After crossing a stone bridge, he smelled a strong fragrance. This was a famous old shop nearby, specializing in meat buns.

He swallowed his saliva and looked at the steaming meat buns. He still had to make money quickly, and a plan vaguely emerged in his mind.

As he was thinking, he stretched out his long legs and walked quickly towards the school. Soon he began to feel hot, so he unbuttoned a few buttons of his cotton coat to let the heat dissipate a little.

Suddenly, someone grabbed his shoulder tightly. He turned around and saw that it was his desk mate Ding Yu, the friend who skipped classes to go boating with him.

It seemed that Ding Yu had a cold. He sniffed and sucked back the snot hanging in the air.

Qiu Huoming felt a chill and quickly pushed him away.