After hearing the question, Lin Jianbin was the first to answer: "Why should we go to school in the city? We can graduate in two years in the county."
Lin Jianzhen touched his head and said, "That's right. Third sister, there's no need to go to school in the city. High school in the city takes three years. And if you go to school in the city, you need good grades."
Lin Yi'an did not answer immediately but looked at Lin Jianhua: "Xiaohua, what do you think?"
"Sister, I think if the things learned in high school in both places are the same, there is no need to go to school for an extra year."
Lin Yian sighed silently in his heart. How can it be unnecessary? It is very necessary, brother!
It is now 1974, and the college entrance examination will be resumed in three years. The current school system in Tong'an County is a three-two system, while most schools in the city implement a three-three system.
If they go to high school for three years, they can avoid the learning gap in the middle year as much as possible and take the college entrance examination with the best mental state.
"Then let me ask you this question in another way. Have you ever thought about what you are going to do after you finish high school?"
"Come back and join the labor."
"Go get a job."
Both answers are the most realistic answers under the current circumstances. After all, there are very few places for workers, peasants and soldiers to attend college.
Lin Yian raised his chin towards Lin Jianbin: "Xiaobin, what about you?"
Lin Jianbin touched his nose, his eyes drifting: "I haven't thought about it yet."
I can tell at a glance that he’s not telling the truth, so forget it.
"Besides these, have you ever thought about what career you will want to be in the future, doctor, writer, businessman, scientist, or something else?"
Lin Yi'an dodged to the side swiftly and used his crutch to stop Lin Jianbin who was rushing towards him: "Go away, there is no outsider here, what is there to hide?"
Lin Jianbin had layers of cold sweat on his back. My dear sister, you still know not to tell.
But the tightly locked corner of my heart began to loosen.
Lin Jianhua said softly: "Sister, it is impossible for us to go to the Workers, Peasants and Soldiers University."
So what his sister said was simply impossible for them.
"So? Just because it's impossible now doesn't mean it won't be possible in the future. There are only a few college students in the Workers, Peasants and Soldiers University each year, but our country is like that."
Lin Yian tapped the floor with his cane: "9.6 million square kilometers, all walks of life need talents. Even if the master can teach the apprentice, do you really think that the number of college students is enough?"
The silence in the room gave the answer.
"Even if it's not possible now, or in five years, what about in ten years? By then you'll be in your 20s, don't you want to go out and see the world?"
Lin Yian took out a stack of high school textbooks from the kang cabinet and said, "You have all memorized that poem. The past is gone, and the heroes of the present are still to be seen. So I hope you will think carefully about whether it is a waste of time to study for one more year and work or labor for one less year. What you gain may not be reflected in physical objects for the time being."
“But they’re all here.”
"The No. 3 High School in Baiping City is one of the few high schools in the city that still offers comprehensive courses and it has relatively few activities. Consider it."
Lin Jianhua carefully touched the textbook in his hand and took out several newspapers that he had saved for a long time. He had originally planned to use them as book covers after entering high school, but he did not expect that they would come in handy in advance.
Lin Jianzhen, who was standing by, was staring at Lin Jianhua's actions in a daze. What he had just heard was too shocking and he was a little unable to recover.
"Fourth brother, Jianhua, do you think what Third Sister said is true?"
Will there really be such a day?
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