Zhou Xu brought seven acceptance letters this time.
Four from Peking University, one from Tsinghua, one from Beijing Normal University, and one from Beihang University.
"Good, good, good!"
Li Dahe, looking down, gazed at the neatly arranged acceptance letters on the table, feeling an indescribable mix of emotions.
These little bastards...
He looked at them, he still remembered when each one of them arrived, the scenes of bringing them back.
Some were haggard from the long journey, some brimming with joy eager to make a mark, and some just smiled at the sight of him...
That crisp voice asking "Uncle, does Ten Miles Team gather here?" still rings in his ears as if it was yesterday.
A bunch of kids here to study, running around doing farm work, truly troublesome.
Now, the little bastards are about to leave.
And... oddly, he finds he will miss them.
Li Dahe lit a cigarette, the smoke clouding his vision, masking the moisture in his eyes.
