After Chuxia sent a letter to Cen Zhengnian, she prepared to go to the high school near the third textile factory to ask how to become a transfer student.
The original owner actually had a high school diploma, which was equivalent to repeating a grade, but the high school didn't need her.
The work in the factory publicity department was not busy. After entering the factory publicity department, Chuxia didn't have to think about any workplace difficulties.
The first task given to Chuxia by the factory publicity department was to take the new employees to familiarize themselves with the factory workshop and explain the various factory rules and regulations. It was
a very simple job, and she was only assigned to two new employees. The other new employees were led by other personnel, and each person didn't have much to learn.
After touring the factory, she took them to the office of the director of the factory publicity department. He still had something to say to these new employees.
Then she didn't have any work that day, and she was so free that even Chuxia found it incredible.
She didn't come here for a promotion, so when she wasn't working, she would continue to review her high school textbooks.
She had been preparing for the factory exams for some time, and she hadn't finished her freshman year textbooks.
But it would be soon. She was actually just reviewing the science content, which she had learned in the college entrance examination. After she went to college, she had been memorizing books, using her brain, and she became proficient in the questions she did.
Chuxia didn't know that on the day she entered the factory's publicity department, Director Zhang made a phone call and said in a relaxed tone, "She's in."
I don't know what the other person said, but Director Zhang immediately smiled and said, "That's not the case. She got in by herself and got the best grades. We just provided an opportunity."
The other person should be thanking him, but Director Zhang pretended to be angry and said, "Old leader, I will be angry if you say that again! You helped me so much in the past and saved my life. Such a small thing is not a big deal!"
There are three relatively famous high schools in the area where the third textile factory is located, namely the Sixth Middle School, the Ninth Middle School, and the Thirteenth Middle School, as well as some other less famous high schools.
Liangzhou is the provincial capital after all, and its educational resources are much better than those of the cities and counties below, and there are also many schools.
The original owner went to the Sixth Middle School, which is better than the Ninth Middle School and worse than the Thirteenth Middle School. It is the closest high school to the third textile factory.
This is also the first high school that Chuxia considered.
But when she asked about transferring to a new class, the director of the Academic Affairs Office took one look at her diploma and rejected her application.
"You graduated too long ago. We only accept repeaters who have studied for two years."
Chu Xia understood what the director meant. When the original owner was in school, there were very few students who attended classes seriously, not to mention their grades. They could get their diplomas after two years of study.
In addition, she had not studied for so many years. Why did they accept her? It was just to lower the college entrance examination admission rate. It was too normal for the principal to not care.
Chuxia would never give up so easily. She immediately said, "I can take the transfer exam. If I don't pass, I will leave on my own! Director, I really want to go to school. When I was in school, there was no university to take the entrance exam. I went to work in a factory right after graduation. When the college entrance exam was resumed, my child was still young and I didn't seize the opportunity. Now I know the importance of knowledge and I regret it very much! I really want to have a chance to take the college
entrance exam. I will try my best to study!" Chuxia really wanted to transfer to the second year of high school. At present, high schools are all two-year systems, and students can take the college entrance exam after two years.
If she wants to continue to practice medicine in the future, even traditional Chinese medicine, she must have an academic degree.
Otherwise, not only will she not have a legitimate reason to use her medical skills, but she will also not be able to practice medicine because she has no qualification certificate.
The current qualification certificate is not like the later generations, which have a unified examination. After graduation, you must be assigned to a hospital and work for a certain number of years.
There is another way to obtain the qualification to practice Chinese medicine, which is to learn from a teacher. She had it in her previous life. Her grandfather obtained the doctor's qualification certificate through this method. Later, as his medical practice time increased and his medical skills improved, he became a famous old Chinese medicine doctor in their place.
The director frowned and looked embarrassed. He also liked motivated students, but rules were rules, and he really couldn't accept them.
But he liked Chuxia's attitude very much. He gave Chuxia the diploma and said, "If you had come a few days earlier, you could have taken part in our school's transfer exam. Now the time has passed. But the transfer exam for No. 9 Middle School hasn't started yet. Go there and ask." The transfer
exam was over, and Chuxia couldn't force it. It was her own inconsideration. She thought that the high school wouldn't start so early before September.
But she forgot that the second-year students always start school earlier than other students.
Fortunately, there are other schools. She asked one by one. It's impossible that she couldn't find any school that would accept her.
Chuxia asked for leave. She asked for one day off and had time to go to other schools. She took the bus directly to No. 9 Middle School.
No. 9 Middle School is relatively far from Textile Factory No. 3, and it takes half an hour to get there by bus. No. 6 Middle School only takes about ten minutes to get there by bus.
Compared with No. 6 Middle School, the management of No. 9 Middle School is a little loose, and the second year of high school has just started.
When the guard heard that she was asking about the transfer exam, he let her in directly and pointed her to the entrance.
"Are you here to take the transfer exam?" The director of the Academic Affairs Office of No. 9 Middle School pushed his glasses, looked at Chuxia's high school diploma, and then looked at her face, with a look of confusion: "You have a suitable job, why do you want to take the college entrance examination? It is so difficult to get into college now. Those students sleep later than dogs and get up earlier than chickens every day. Eating is like fighting a war, and in the end, only a few of them pass the exam. Those who pass the exam will be assigned to units. Aren't you doing this in vain?"
Chuxia said seriously: " It's not a waste of time. I want to make progress and learn more knowledge. I don't like the repetitive work in the factory day after day. I want to learn the profession I really like and I want to go to university!"
The director's eyes bulged, and he slapped the table with excitement: "Well said! You are a young man with high ideological awareness! It's so rare for you to know how to make progress at your age. I will give you this opportunity!"
Chuxia didn't expect that she would get the opportunity to take the transfer exam so easily.
"But you still have to pass the transfer exam, and your score cannot be lower than the minimum score for university admission this year, otherwise I can't accept you."
Chuxia breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and said, "I know, I will study hard when I go home." I
learned from the director that the minimum score for admission to science universities in the province this year is 390, and the transfer exam score cannot be lower than this score.
Even if you pass the transfer exam, you cannot take the college entrance exam if you fail the provincial preliminary exam before the college entrance exam next May.
The preliminary exam was implemented this year.
Chuxia had never heard of this in her previous life. She didn't know it until the director told her. When she was in school, she registered and went directly to the examination room to take the college entrance exam.
The transfer exam for No. 9 Middle School was on September 5th. There was only half a month left. Chuxia didn't dare to relax at all and seized the time to study.
She was most confident in English. When she was studying medicine, she had learned English as her mother tongue. She translated foreign literature and published papers by herself.
Chinese mainly involved reciting literary common sense, word explanations and classical Chinese texts. Mathematics, physics, chemistry and biology involved doing exercises to familiarize herself with current high school questions.
Politics was a subject that students had to take regardless of whether they were in the arts or sciences. Moreover, it was not very relevant to the knowledge points in her memory and was the most difficult to memorize.
Chuxia memorized Chinese and politics every morning, and then divided the day into reviewing mathematics, physics, chemistry and biology. In the evening, she did exercises and read a few pages of English books.
She was the first to finish the English book. It was not difficult and was similar to junior high school English in later generations. What
made her happiest was that there were still some exercises that Cen Zhengnian had done in his bookcase. Although there were not many, it was enough for her to know what types of exam questions were now.
Chuxia had to take an exam, but she didn't tell anyone except Cen Zhengnian.
Cen Huaian discovered it by himself.
The two of them always studied together at night. Cen Huaian was confused. Didn't his mother pass the exam? What is she studying now?
He couldn't help but ask.
None of the other adults in the family compound read books every day like his mother. He didn't understand why, but he liked such a mother.
"Because I want to go to college and set a good example for you. And there is no end to learning. We have to learn until we die."
College is a very distant thing for Cen Huaian. After all, he hasn't even gone to elementary school yet.
"Is it good in college?"
Chu Xia shook her head and said, "I don't know, but I think it's good there, otherwise not so many people would want to go to college. Your father is a college student."
Cen Zhengnian is indeed a college student. He is a worker-peasant-soldier college student and was recommended from the army.
She didn't understand the specific selection process, but she knew that Cen Zhengnian was different from ordinary worker-peasant-soldier college students. He was really talented and was transferred to the northwest to participate in scientific research projects while in college.
When Cen Zhengnian was mentioned, Cen Huaian stopped talking, but Chu Xia could see that he was very curious about college.
Chuxia changed the subject and smiled as she rubbed Cen Huaian's stubbled hair: "But if we don't rely on him, there is a university in Liangzhou. After I finish my exams, I will take you to have a look."
The light in Cen Huaian's eyes lit up again, and he wrote word by word in his little notebook: Today, Mommy will arrange for me to go to university.
He still didn't know how to write many words, so he used pinyin instead.
Chuxia had already taught Cen Huaian all the pinyin, and he learned very quickly, and now he can spell by himself.
She bought a Xinhua dictionary and a Xinhua dictionary, and after teaching him how to look up a dictionary, he can read books by himself.
Cen Zhengnian's elementary school textbook was the 1958 version, which had pinyin on it.
Pinyin is actually not very easy for children to learn. Chuxia remembers that when she was in elementary school, she was learning pinyin all the time in the first grade.
Some children didn't even learn pinyin until they graduated from elementary school.
But Chuxia only taught Cen Huaian once and he memorized it, which made her even doubt whether pinyin was not difficult.
Later, she asked Sister Li's children. Her eldest daughter was in the fourth grade of elementary school, but she couldn't spell some pinyin. The eldest son was in the first grade of elementary school and couldn't learn anything.
It's not that the knowledge is not difficult, but that it is not difficult for Cen Huaian.
But it also made it convenient for Chuxia. She didn't have to teach Cen Huaian word by word. She stipulated that he would learn two pages of new words in the textbook today.
He could go and look it up by himself. If he encountered a word he didn't know, he would look it up in the dictionary first. If he didn't know it, he would ask Chuxia.
Most of the time, he asked about the meaning of words, and he could look up the new words in the dictionary.
Cen Zhengnian got another letter from home from the guard. He was about to open it to read it when the phone on the table rang.
He put the letter on the table and answered the phone: "Hello, this is Cen Zhengnian."
"Zhengnian, I heard from Lingling that you sent a lot of things to Chuxia and An'an, is that true?"
It was Cen Zhengnian's mother Jiang Shengnan.
Cen Zhengnian's parents are both soldiers, and their unit is stationed in Ganzhou in the northwest. Fang Lingling's parents are in the same unit as his parents, and they lived in the same family compound when they were young.
Tiangong Base is in Ganzhou, not far from the unit. The soldiers who guard the safety of the base were transferred from the unit where his parents were.
Tiangong Base is also a military research institute belonging to the Ganzhou unit.
Therefore, Fang Lingling often goes back to her home. Her mother loves her, and when she doesn't go home, she sends her father's guards to bring her meals every day.
Cen Zhengnian's behavior was completely opposite to hers. He almost never went home. His mother would not go back even if she called him. Nine times out of ten, she could not find him.
He was devoted to the projects at the base and it was common for him to stay up all night. Sometimes he would just sleep in the laboratory. How could he care about a phone call?
"Yes." Cen Zhengnian replied.
Jiang Shengnan's tone was very happy: "You finally got it, son. Tell me how many years you haven't been home. I was afraid that Chuxia would not want you. I have a lot of food and daily necessities here. I'll let Lingling take them over, and you can send them to Chuxia and An'an."
In fact, Mother Cen often sent things to the original owner and An'an, but those things were taken away by Wang Yulan after they were sent.
They were all expensive things, such as furs and ginseng. The supply of tickets was tight before, so a lot of tickets of all kinds were sent over, and there were also overseas Chinese tickets, which could be used to buy things that were not available outside in overseas Chinese stores.
She was worried that Chuxia and An'an would not eat well, use things well, or live well.
Jiang Shengnan knew that her son was not considerate, so she was
responsible for comforting her daughter-in-law. Now that she knew that her son would actually send things to his daughter-in-law, she was really happy.
Those things were originally prepared by her to send to her daughter-in-law, and it was just right for her son to send them in his name to increase the relationship between the couple.
When Cen Zhengnian heard Fang Lingling's name, he frowned: "Mom, don't let Fang Lingling take her. The logistics department will deliver supplies to the base every day. You can ask Uncle Yang to help bring them over."
"Why." Jiang Shengnan said puzzledly: "Lingling is returning to the base today. Your Uncle Yang will have to wait until tomorrow to take her."
"She has bad intentions. I don't want to have too much contact with her." Cen Zhengnian said calmly. He didn't say much about Fang Lingling, but everyone could hear the dislike in his words.
Mother Cen didn't think about it that way at first, but when her son said this, she realized something was wrong: "No way, you are married..."
Mother Cen did not finish the rest of her words, because she remembered that Fang Lingling got married and divorced, and Chuxia was not in Ganzhou. She used to have many thoughts, and it was normal for her to have thoughts now.
"I know. I will have less contact with her in the future. Zhengnian, Chuxia and An'an have a hard time. You should care about them more, write to them and call them more often. Tell me if you need anything, and I will buy it for you if you can't buy it."
"Okay."
After hanging up the phone with his mother, Cen Zhengnian opened Chuxia's letter with expectation. There was a photo inside.
He was stunned, and his eyes showed surprise instantly. He did not read the letter first, but looked at the photo under the light first.
In the photo, Chu Xia was smiling and hugging An An. The two of them were facing the camera, and it could be seen that An An was a little nervous, with a tense little face and no smile.
Cen Zhengnian gently stroked An An's face in the photo with his thumb.
This was An An, whom he hadn't seen since he was one year old.
An An had grown up, and indeed looked a lot like him, with the same eyebrows and eyes as when he was a child, but a little thin. He had seen his colleague's children, and they were plump and fair.
And Chu Xia's face was also very thin, with a pale complexion. Cen Zhengnian's eyes showed worry: Was the money he gave not enough?
Cen Zhengnian hadn't been in contact with life outside for a long time. He still remembered the hard times in the past, when even food had to be scrambled to buy.
He picked up the densely written letter, and a smile appeared in his eyes unconsciously.