Yi Xing

At the beginning of the second semester of the third year of high school, the parents heard rumors from nowhere that colleges and universities in province s would increase the number of students enrolled in underdeveloped provinces, which meant that province s would have fewer students for its own province.

I don't feel much about such rumors. It's good to stay in Tongcheng, but I also want to go to the best school within my ability, so where I will go is still unknown.

I think Fu Yixing should be going to Peking University or Tsinghua University, so this policy will not affect him.

Parents are always worried about their children's future, especially those parents of ordinary students. They think that in a province with a large education like S province, even middle-of-the-road children can be regarded as excellent in the whole country. The competitive environment in the province It is already very severe, and such a policy is tantamount to making matters worse.

As the old saying goes, if you are poor, you will be good for yourself, and if you are rich, you will benefit the world.The leaders believed that Province S should contribute to the balance of educational resources, while the parents felt that Province S was overwhelmed with self-sufficiency. Expanding enrollment externally and reducing internal enrollment was purely a meaningless self-sacrifice.

Boss Xie told us that the policy is strict and we should work harder.

The countdown to the college entrance examination is only a hundred days away.

When the crabapple bloomed again, Fu Yixing asked me to write a letter of recommendation for him.

"University A? Why don't you go to Tsinghua University or Peking University for independent enrollment?"

When I saw the enrollment brochure Fu Yixing held in his hand, I felt heartbroken.

I always hope that he can make up for the regret of losing the competition through self-enrolment or college entrance examination, although he said he doesn't want to study mathematics.

The wind of the spring night leaked into the classroom through the cracks in the window, blowing the piles of test papers on the table.

I pressed the pencil case on the roll at the corner of the table, and spread out the printed blank letter paper on the desk in front of me.

"The Department of Architecture at University A has a professor I like very much. I have wanted to go there since I was a child."

I looked into Fu Yixing's eyes, and he spoke very sincerely.

"But if you study architecture, Tsinghua's resources are better." I whispered, not wanting to disturb other students in the class.

"All the hard work I have done since I was a child was to go to University A. Now that I have the ability, I should not give up my dream. And the architecture there ranks second in the country, and the difference between the first and the second is actually not big."

I wanted to persuade him, but Fu Yixing smiled and shook his head at me.

Tsinghua University or Peking University may be the schools that all children yearned for when they were children, but Fu Yixing is obviously not an ordinary child.

I think he can go to a better school, although for me, University A is already an unimaginable place.

"Why did you ask me to write a recommendation letter?" Facing the blank paper, I lost my ability to think.

"Two letters from teachers and one letter from relatives and friends. Your handwriting is beautiful."

"Wouldn't it be better to let your parents write?"

"What they want to write is no different from what the teacher writes."

I grabbed my pen and took out my draft paper.

"I'd better make a draft, in case the writing is bad, it will not make a good impression on the admissions teacher. Just praise you."

"Don't be so nervous, you can write whatever you want."

For the rest of the evening self-study, I was thinking about how to write Fu Fu's best.

I know he is good, but the goodness I prefer is not quite the same as the goodness I can write about him.

In the letter, I can only write that he is friendly and caring. These words are too rigid, not as gentle as him.

On the way back to the dormitory, I saw the street lamps turning the pink and white cherry blossoms into a warm yellow hue, so I couldn't help but stop.

Spring is beautiful.

The spring night is also beautiful.

Fu Yixing is very good.

I can't write that well.

I sighed, "Fu Fu, the draft I just typed is not very smooth to read."

"If I knew you would waste so much time on this letter, I would ask my parents to write it." Fu Yixing put his hands in his pockets and looked up at the cherry blossoms on the tree.

Looking at the curve of his jaw, my heart beats a little faster. At this time, I really wish I was the girl who wrote the love letter, and I hope that I also have her delicate brushstrokes.

"Not a waste of time," I said.

The corners of his mouth turned upward.

When I was lying on the bed, a sudden inspiration came, and I didn't want to disturb Fu Yixing's sleep, so I could only cover my head under the quilt and write the letter into the memo.During my morning reading the next day, I secretly hid my phone in a drawer and copied the final draft of the recommendation letter.

"You wrote it last night?"

I nodded, "Help me watch it, I've checked my phone very hard recently."

I didn't look up at Fu Fu, but I heard him laugh, and he said, "You."

The Education Bureau finally finalized the plan to accept students from underdeveloped provinces. Parents were very angry and staged a sit-in demonstration in front of the Education Bureau.

In order to stabilize the students' emotions, the school canceled make-up classes on weekends.

I never thought that I could still enjoy a two-day weekend when there are more than 100 days before the college entrance examination.

Fu Yixing said: "Take your ID card tomorrow, and go to a place with me?"

I guess he's taking me to A major.

We took the high-speed train going south, and arrived in City A two hours later.

Tongcheng is the capital city of the lower reaches of the Yangtze River. It can be regarded as a big city, but it is not as prosperous as City A.

When I took the bus, I had to marvel at the buildings and traffic here.

University A is also an old school. Its gate is hidden deep in the shade of green trees, low-key but imposing.

After Fu Yixing handed over the materials, he took me to wander around the campus.

"I've been here many times," he said.

I saw the crystal clear water droplets splashing from the fountain, the majestic library, and the boy and the girl in a white dress on a cart, and I suddenly had a yearning for it.

Fu Yixing has been here many times, and he has always longed for and liked this place.

I finally understood his choice.

Fu Fu said to me in front of the library, "I saw this library in photos when I was a child, and I was immediately fascinated by the lines. This is my dream."

"Your dream is so far away from me."

My level is far from A, and there may be a gap of ten.

In the college entrance examination with a full score of 480, 10 points is 1/48, which is also the distance from the sun to the earth.

I have never expected much from myself, and I always feel that I can do my best. I just want to be a good student, but my "good" is far from Fu Yixing's "excellent".

"Where do you want to go?" Fu Yixing asked.

"I don't know, I can go wherever I can." I said this, but I regretted that I didn't work hard enough.

Fu Fu touched my head, "Let's work hard together."