Lin Zhiyue looked at the boy's taut jawline, and suddenly remembered last winter when Mu Sihuai stood up for his bullied classmates and argued for them.

The night wind blew dew across her cheeks. At this moment, in the swaying light and shadow in the corridor, different sparks were dancing in everyone's eyes.

Lin Qiyang's knuckles turned white from stroking the financial book, Mu Siyou was repeatedly sketching computer architecture diagrams on draft paper, and Mu Yuchang was gesturing the outline of the design draft facing the night sky.

She took a sip of the lukewarm sour plum soup, and a sweet aftertaste rose in her throat.

It turns out that fate had already foreshadowed the future business giants, technological pioneers, and legal elites, all gathered in this small courtyard filled with the fragrance of osmanthus.

These promises solemnly made under the moonlight will eventually be woven into an impenetrable net that will embrace all future opportunities and challenges.

They may not have realized that this winter conversation has quietly built the most solid alliance in their lives.

As the night deepened, the stone table under the grape trellis was filled with fragmented moonlight.

A few young men shook off the stars on their bodies and walked home under the swaying shadows of the trees.

Lin Qiyang was holding a note full of information about financial schools, Mu Siyou was repeatedly stroking the draft of his computer science course, and Mu Yuchang was humming a tuneless little song while stuffing her dream of design into her schoolbag.

Next, they just have to wait for the results.

Time passes quietly.

On this day, the postman rode through the streets with the clear sound of his bicycle bell, carrying admission letters printed with the gold-plated school emblem.

The canvas mail bag on the postman's back seat was slightly hot from the sun, and he shouted at the top of his voice: "Excuse me, is Mu Yuchang here? I need to sign for the admission letter from Kyoto University!"

Zhang Yao, who was kneading dough in the kitchen, suddenly had a tremor in her hand and flour fell onto the chopping board.

She pulled off her apron and rushed out the door, just in time to see Lin Lang from next door leaning half of his body out to look around.

"Yushang! Yushang!"

She looked up and shouted towards the third-floor window, her voice filled with unconcealed joy, "Come down quickly! Your notice has arrived!"

Mu Yuchang, who was lying on the bed flipping through a fashion magazine, was so startled by the shout that the magazine fell to the ground.

She walked barefoot across the cold tiles, her pajamas buttons half-buttoned crookedly, and a few wisps of hair loose from her ponytail.

"Here it comes!"

The wooden stairs creaked under her feet. She leaned against the door frame and gasped for breath. Her eyes were instantly drawn to the red and gold-embossed envelope in the postman's hand.

Zhang Yao wiped her hands with the corner of her apron and smiled, then gently pushed her daughter: "Sign quickly, this is the university you've always dreamed of!"

The moment Mu Yuchang's fingertips touched the envelope, she suddenly remembered that night under the grape trellis.

When Lin Zhiyue said "You will become a great designer", the evening breeze was blowing up the loose hair at her temples.

The ink marks left by the pen tip on the receipt at this moment looked very much like the sour plum soup stains that spread on the stone table at that time.

The tip of the pen trembled slightly as it hovered above the receipt form. Mu Yuchang took a deep breath and finally wrote her name neatly on the paper.

The postman handed her the notice with a smile, the corner of the envelope still warm from the canvas bag.

She carefully opened the seal, and an admission letter with the smell of ink slowly unfolded, and the gold-embossed school name sparkled in the sun.

"Open it and take a look!"

Zhang Yao tiptoed over, her smile lines at the corners of her eyes filled with pride.

Mu Yuchang's fingers gently stroked every word on the notice, and suddenly her eyes felt hot.

Those days of working late into the night have now turned into this heavy promise in my hands.

The neighbor next door had already walked over quickly, holding an enamel pot in his hand: "Oh, there's a college student in our compound! We have to celebrate tonight!"

Immediately afterwards, shouts of congratulations echoed throughout the military compound.

Mu Yuchang ran to the balcony with the notice in her arms, and happened to see Lin Zhiyue standing on the balcony opposite and waving at her.

The sunlight gilded the friend's white shirt, and the two smiled at each other, both thinking of that summer night.

The promise made under the grape trellis finally blossomed into the most gorgeous flowers this winter.

As dusk deepened, Lin Zhiyue, Lin Qiyang, Mu Sihuai and Mu Siyou all gathered at the Mu family's house one after another.

Two round tables were set up in the yard. Zhang Yao and Wen Yu were busy in the kitchen. The aroma of braised pork mixed with the freshness of cold cucumbers wafted in the evening breeze.

Lin Qiyang got a few bottles of orange soda from somewhere, unscrewed the caps with a "pop", and bubbles bubbled up.

"Come on, let's drink to our college students!"

Lin Lang held up the enamel jug filled with soda, "From now on, our compound will depend on you guys for success!"

The sound of clinking glasses was crisp and pleasant, the sweet aroma of orange soda spread between lips and teeth, and the laughter of the teenagers startled the sparrows on the branches.

As the moonlight climbed up the grape trellis, Mu Yuchang quietly put the admission letter under her pillow.

The noise outside the window gradually subsided, and she looked at the ceiling, her thoughts drifting far away.

University, what kind of stories are waiting for her there?

With her vision for the future, she gradually fell asleep with a happy smile on her lips.

When Mu Sihuai received the admission letter from the Political Science and Law Department of Kyoto University,

Notice from the Department of Computer Science of Huaqing University, Mu Siyou,

When the envelopes from Lin Qiyang with the golden words "Kyoto University" on them were delivered one after another, only Lin Zhiyue's mailbox was always empty.

"Have you heard? That girl from the Lin family goes to the library every day, but she doesn't even see a notice."

An auntie in a floral cotton jacket whispered to her neighbor under the shade of a tree, "After all, I'm from the countryside, I'm not destined to study."

These words were like willow catkins soaked in honey, floating lightly into every corner of the military compound.

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