"Mom, you're finally back!" Bai Wanrou felt like she couldn't hold on any longer.
Liu Cuihua looked around at the people watching the fun with contempt, including the angry leader.
Ma Xiangyang quickly tried to make amends: "Mom, you are such a fool. How could you take Wanrou's notice away?"
"Even if you want to show it to your deceased brother, you can't take it to the cemetery so late."
"Everyone wants to see the notice. We couldn't get it out just now and were almost misunderstood."
"Ah, yes!" Liu Cuihua slapped her thigh and said, "Aren't I happy?"
"Wanrou has brought honor to our Ma family. She will show it to your dead brother first."
"I was so excited that I took it to the cemetery and told him the good news, but I came back late."
Hearing this, everyone looked at each other, still somewhat unconvinced.
Bai Wanrou quickly stepped forward and took her hand: "Mom, please take out my notice!"
"Oh, okay!" Liu Cuihua took out a letter from her cloth bag in front of everyone.
As expected, the envelope was mailed from the provincial capital, and the gold-plated font of Southwest Textile Institute was clearly visible.
The name of the recipient was Bai Wanrou, and everyone's eyes widened when they saw this.
She looked at the envelope proudly, then opened the acceptance letter in public.
It clearly stated on it that it was the admission notice from Southwest Textile University: Comrade Bai Wanrou was admitted to the fashion design major.
Please register at the school with this admission letter before September 6, 1983.
The seal at the bottom is from the school and it is clearly the admission letter.
"Wow!" Everyone exclaimed: "Look, this is a real acceptance letter."
"Yes, it seems that Comrade Bai is not lying."
The factory director who was about to leave with a gloomy face just now softened his expression and said, "Oh, you should have made it clear that it was sent for sacrifice."
"Look, there was almost a misunderstanding. This notice is confirmed to be from Comrade Bai."
Bai Wanrou and Ma Xiangyang were very proud and looked at her coldly with sarcasm: "Did you see it?"
"Jiang Manyue, I'm not lying. This is my admission letter."
Impossible! Bai Wanrou couldn't possibly have an admission letter.
Jiang Manyue looked at Liu Cuihua who came back in a hurry, and her eyes fell on the notice again.
She looked at the brand new paper again, wishing the ink on it hadn't dried completely yet.
Haha! That’s it!
If her guess was correct, Liu Cuihua had not gone out to the cemetery to offer sacrifices.
Instead, he went to that street. Bai Wanrou's admission letter was fake!
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