Xu Qinghuan waited for a while, and when her name had still not been called, she began to look around. If everything went as expected, this was the place where she would spend the next three or four years of her life.
In her memory, the national college entrance examination would not be reinstated until 1977.
In her peripheral vision, she saw her savior. The young man was leaning against a dilapidated tractor with a cigarette tucked between his fingers. Thin ribbons of smoke curled and lingered around his prominent knuckles. His long legs were crossed, and he kept his gaze lowered, lost in thought.
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