(Explanation: They are the only two people who traveled through this world.)
The resumption of the college entrance examination signals the beginning of a new era.
The message conveyed has had a huge and far-reaching impact not only in the country.
This incident also caused quite a stir in the Chinese community far away in foreign countries.
Even more obscure news quickly spread throughout the Chinese world.
Some are hesitant about this, some are excited about it, and some are dismissive of it.
For example, some young people who have never set foot on the soil of their motherland.
North America.
Boston.
Boston First People's Hospital...ok, I'm kidding, Boston Wall Private Hospital.
A group of well-dressed Chinese young people gathered in the single ward.
They gathered around the bed, asking about the patient's health or chatting.
Obviously, their focus is the young Chinese man lying on the hospital bed.
The closer people were to the bed, the more casually they were dressed, and the few Chinese youths at the outermost edge almost didn't even have formal attire on.
Their topic at this moment has shifted from the condition of the young man in the hospital bed to the situation in the country.
The focus of the conversation was the college entrance examination currently being held in the country.
"It's a beautiful Christmas, but we have to squeeze into a small, cold classroom to take an exam. I wonder what those people back home are thinking."
"I remember the annual exam, oh, they called it the college entrance examination, wasn't it held in the summer a long time ago?"
"Brother Lin is right. If I were in China, I would never go to take an exam in the freezing cold."
The only young man with dyed hair among the crowd suddenly sneered.
"What do you mean domestic or not? You're talking as if your nationality hasn't changed. Luo family kid, remember that you are now an irrational citizen."
The Chinese community is relatively traditional, and although what the yellow-haired boy said was partly true, it still caused displeasure among everyone.
This unpleasant feeling did not come from the yellow-haired boy's offense to everyone, but they all knew that the core young man on the hospital bed came from an extremely traditional Chinese family.
In other words, the family never considered themselves Americans.
But what they couldn't understand was why the young man on the bed was so close to the yellow-haired boy.
Many of them had been explicitly warned at home not to have any contact with this yellow-haired boy.
"Alright, Jackson," the Chinese youth lying on the hospital bed smiled faintly, stopping the yellow-haired youth from further offending others. "Everyone's family background is different. Not everyone lives as recklessly and freely as you do."
He looked at the others again and apologized on behalf of the yellow-haired young man.
Everyone waved their hands and smiled and said it was okay.
"The college entrance examination on the other side of the ocean has nothing to do with us. How about we talk about the marriage between Mr. Zhou and the Gusu family?"
Someone stepped forward to smooth things over and tried to steer the conversation to gender issues, which are of most interest to young people.
"Eh? By the way, why didn't I see Gusu Ting coming here today?"
This person just asked subconsciously, but found that the young man's face on the bed gradually faded.
"I think the reason why Gusu Ting didn't come here is probably because we, the third wheel, are standing here."
Few children from such families are truly ignorant, and the awkwardness was quickly dispelled in just a few words.
Seeing everyone talking and laughing, the emotions reached a certain level, and a young man standing at the outermost edge smiled and asked Mr. Zhou who was on the bed.
"Mr. Zhou, my cousin's wedding is in a few days. I wonder if Mr. Zhou and Miss Gusu are free?"
"This is the invitation my cousin's family specially asked me to deliver..."
"If possible, please give me some honor."
Zhou Shao looked at the big red wedding invitation in the young man's hand, but did not signal anyone to take it.
"I'm so sorry, Old Wang. You know how my mother and grandfather treat your Wang family."
"Although we are friends, it's difficult for me to interfere in this happy event. As for the Gusu family, you might as well ask them yourself."
The young man surnamed Wang took back the invitation awkwardly and said nothing more.
Everyone stayed for a while before saying goodbye and leaving.
Only the yellow-haired young man stayed in the ward.
"Niancheng, I think you're having a really tiring life."
The blond boy stared at Zhou Shao on the bed with boredom and started to complain.
"Even though I clearly don't like interacting with these people, I still have to deal with them patiently."
"Now, even the Wang family dares to directly invite you to attend their daughter's wedding?"
"Who doesn't know how famous the daughter of the Wang family is?"
"I heard that the man is a man who abandoned his wife and children and ran away. What a perfect match."
Zhou Niancheng glanced at the yellow-haired young man without saying a word.
The yellow-haired young man was stunned for a moment, then became dissatisfied.
"Are you still thinking about the Gusu family?"
"Your mother said she wouldn't get involved in her family's business, so there's no point in worrying about it."
"I'm not in a hurry," Zhou Niancheng said calmly. "Although Gusu Ting is worthy of my pursuit, I won't be so foolish as to lose sight of the important and use our Zhou family's assets to fill the hole of his Gusu family."
"I just want to take this opportunity to test my mother's opinion on which is more important, the property or me."
The yellow-haired young man felt that Zhou Niancheng might have been possessed by some unclean thing today.
What kind of nonsense is this?
The eldest young master of the Zhou family is such a smart and capable person, how could he have learned the temper of those second-generation rich people?
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