Dreaming of 1988, I have the ability to see ghosts and ghosts

Because if you pass the entrance exam to a technical secondary school, you can transfer your rural household registration to an urban household registration, which is what the villagers often call "eating state food."

All expenses for studying in a technical secondary school, including living expenses, are borne by the state, and food coupons are also issued.

At that time, food stamps were like another kind of currency in circulation. They could be used to get meals in the canteen, and anything that could be bought with money could be exchanged with them. The specific method of exchange is now unknown.

Yingzi clearly remembers that after Xiongzi's eldest sister finished her first year of technical secondary school, she used the food coupons she saved to exchange for some wool and knitted a beautiful sweater for Xiongzi.

The admission to technical secondary schools is based on a score range. Whether the score is high or low, you can only go to high school. People jokingly call those with high scores "dying of bloating" and those with low scores "dying of starvation."

Yingzi was only 3 points away from realizing her wish, and Lao Chen tried to find relatives in the city to think of a solution, saying that for 1 yuan he could guarantee that Yingzi could go to a technical secondary school.

But because the second brother had just gone to college, most of Yingzi's tuition money was funded by her eldest brother who started working after graduating from secondary technical school. Originally, Lao Chen also wanted to borrow money.

But in that era, it was not easy to borrow ten thousand yuan. Looking at her father's hunched back, Yingzi finally gave up the technical secondary school and chose to go to high school.

Xiongzi didn't care because his score in the high school entrance examination was just enough to get into Houhu High School.

On September 9st, Yingzi and Xiongzi got up early and walked for more than an hour to reach school.

After arriving at the school, they met several junior high school classmates. The rest were from other junior high schools, and most of them were strangers to them.

Yingzi and Xiongzi were assigned to Class 1, Grade 1 and began their high school career.

The first week was military training. On the green field of the campus, the first-year high school students marched in step and marched in formation.

The instructor, who was only a few years older than them, shouted "one, two, one" from morning to night until his voice became hoarse.

Of course, this kind of military training is not as strict as real military service. Even if there is an emergency assembly, we will be notified in advance.

I remember that after receiving the notice that day, the students did not take off their military uniforms before going to bed at night, so that when the bugle sounded, it would not be too late.

Life after the military training is very intense. The classmates all come from different towns in the city. They will study and live together here, from acquaintance to understanding, and go through three years of high school life together.

Like everyone else, Yingzi gradually forgot her previous loss and entered a new round of hard work.

However, due to changes in the environment and the fact that all her classmates were admitted with similar scores, after a monthly exam one month later, Yingzi only ranked 50th out of more than 25 classmates.

This was a fatal blow to Yingzi, who had been accustomed to being at the top of the class from elementary school to junior high school. At that time, taking the college entrance examination was like a thousand people competing for a single spot.

Even in a key high school like Houhu High School, only the top seven or eight students in the class can be admitted to university.

When the results were announced on Saturday afternoon, Yingzi and Xiongzi, who lived on campus, were about to go home. Yingzi, who was usually chattering, was silent as she walked on the road today.

It was already a little chilly in the early October evening in Zhongyuan. To Yingzi, the air was filled with dullness. The passion she had when she first entered school was shattered by the results of this monthly exam.

"what should I do?"

Yingzi walked all the way home, only thinking about these five words in her heart. Xiongzi just followed her silently, not disturbing her because he understood why she didn't speak.

When Yingzi got home, she said nothing. When her mother prepared dinner and called her, she said she was not feeling well and didn't want to eat.

The mother didn't understand why her daughter was unhappy, because she had never been to school and didn't know how to comfort her daughter. She just served a bowl of rice and put it on Yingzi's desk.

The next day, Yingzi, who had not slept all night, walked up to her father who was working in the yard and said.

"Dad, I don't want to study anymore."

"What did you say?"

The father yelled. Old Chen, who had a bad temper, was very angry when he heard his daughter say such things and could not accept it at all.

Other girls in the village usually learn tailoring after finishing junior high school, and then go to work in developed areas such as Shenzhen, Guangzhou, and Wenzhou.

But Lao Chen didn't want Yingzi to follow the crowd. Even though he was already heavily in debt for his three children's education.

His idea was simple. He only studied up to the third grade of primary school and just wanted his children to read more books so that they could live a good life in the city in the future. He was tired of working hard in the fields.

He also didn't want Yingzi to learn tailoring because it was too hard. Young people from the village who worked outside said that they basically had to work 16 hours a day and never had a day off.

There was a little girl from a neighboring village who was only seventeen years old. She worked as a tailor in a garment factory in Guangzhou. One night last month, she got off work at around 12 o'clock and went to bed. She never got up the next day. I heard that she died of tuberculosis.

The villagers didn't know what tuberculosis was, but they knew she died of exhaustion.

"Why don't you want to read anymore?"

Old Chen dropped the tools in his hand and shouted loudly.

"My grades are not good. What if I can't get into college in the future?"

"How come you can't pass the exam? There are still three years left and you know now that you can't pass it?"

Yingzi was speechless. On the one hand, she had bad test results, but on the other hand, she thought that if she stopped studying and went to work, she could reduce the burden on her parents.

Yingzi was supposed to go to school on Sunday night, but she locked herself in the room and even refused to let Xiongzi in when he asked her out.

So Xiongzi slipped a note into her door and wrote something on it.

"One monthly exam doesn't mean anything. We still have three years to go. If we work hard together, I believe we will be able to get into university in the future."

Xiongzi went to school alone. Yingzi stayed awake all night holding the note. Lao Chen could only stand at the door and let her think about it carefully.

The next morning, Yingzi packed her luggage early, and Lao Chen dragged Yingzi to school on his second-hand bicycle.

Yingzi sat in the back of the car, looking at the white hair on her father's head, and secretly made up her mind to work hard to get into university.

When Xiongzi returned to the classroom after breakfast, he saw Yingzi already sitting in her seat. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, with indescribable joy.

Since childhood, Xiongzi has been accustomed to walking side by side with Yingzi. In fact, he doesn't sleep much at night. If Yingzi really doesn't study anymore, what should he do?

Although high school life is simple, stressful and boring, everyone still does not adhere to the principle of "turning a deaf ear to the outside world and focusing on reading the books of sages", and studies like nerds.

There are always many bitter, sweet, sour and spicy memories left behind inadvertently.

The accommodation conditions at Houhu High School at that time were very poor. Yingzi and 15 other female classmates in her class were assigned to a room in the northwest corner of a two-story dormitory in the school.

There are eight bunk beds, each bed can sleep two people, and they can be freely arranged. Yingzi and Xiaohui sleep in the lower bunk near the entrance.

I remember one morning when Yingzi and Xiaohui just woke up, Xiaohua asked, "Yingzi, Xiaohui, what math problems were you two discussing last night?"

"No." Yingzi and Xiaohui answered in unison.