He diverted her attention with light topics.
"Yeah, you're right. The exam is over, so let's not think about it anymore. Let's go back!"
As the bell for handing in the last exam paper faded away, the tension in my heart suddenly loosened. But what followed was not complete relief, but another more torturous emotion - waiting.
The only official sources of information were radio news broadcasts and newspapers.
Every morning and evening, every household would tune their radios to a fixed news channel, with people listening attentively, fearing to miss any word about the "progress in the college entrance examination admissions process."
Newspapers were circulated eagerly, especially the nuanced articles in the education section, which were pored over repeatedly in an attempt to decipher the direction of public opinion.
During the day, Lu Qingyang would go to Feihong Factory's contact point in Beijing to handle some matters. Although the factory was in Suicheng, it had business dealings in Beijing.
When he gets home in the evening, he plays with the children, patiently reads nursery rhymes to Xiaoyuer, and plays with his newly bought rattle with Xiaoshitou.
However, Shen Mo became more and more impatient as Xiao Zi got closer.
Lu Qingyang consoled her, "The score line hasn't been set yet, and the admissions process hasn't started yet. It's useless to think about anything now. Believe me, the result won't be bad. Even if we take a step back, there's still a long way to go."
The college entrance examination admission rules in 1978 were completely different from those today.
It is not about knowing the scores first and then carefully selecting, but when the scores and admission scores are unknown, you have to fill in the universities you apply for on the application form.
In the living room of the Fang family, Shen Mo held the volunteer form with a frown on her face.
She repeatedly checked her estimated score range, feeling like she had a rabbit in her heart, beating it up and down.
"Qingyang." She raised her head and looked at her husband sitting next to her, as if asking for help, her eyes full of anxiety. "Can you help me take a look...with the score I estimated, is it really safe to apply to Beijing Medical University? What if...what if my estimate is wrong, or the score line suddenly increases this year?"
What she was most worried about was the math exam she failed, and she always felt that it would hold her back.
Lu Qingyang put down the newspaper in his hand and naturally took the application form and admission brochure from her.
He did not answer immediately, but first carefully looked at the scores of each subject and the total score range estimated by Shen Mo, then turned to the page of Beijing Medical University and looked at the reference lines of previous years and the number of admissions this year.
"Beijing Medical University, major in clinical medicine..." He pondered for a moment, his tone calm and firm, "Xiao Mo, your estimated total score, even based on the most conservative scenario, is definitely much higher than the admission score of the Medical University last year.
The number of students admitted this year has not decreased, and the overall difficulty of the questions is generally recognized to be greater than last year, especially in mathematics, so no one's scores will be high.
You answered the politics, Chinese and English questions very well, and you have a solid grasp of the basic points.
Even if you don't score well on the last two math questions, you won't lose much on the previous ones. Trust me, with this score range, you'll definitely have no problem getting into a medical university."
He looked at Shen Mo's eyes, which were still filled with worry, and gently held her hand: "You still don't believe me?"
This sentence is like a reassurance.
Shen Mo thought of his accurate prediction of the questions before the exam, and the judgment and foresight he had always demonstrated.
Yes, she didn't believe in herself, so didn't she also believe in Qingyang? He had never let her down.
The stone in her heart fell to the ground a little. Shen Mo took a deep breath and finally picked up the pen. In the "first choice" column, she solemnly and carefully wrote down "Beijing Medical University" and "Clinical Medicine" major.
After filling out her own application, Shen Mo breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Lu Qingyang curiously: "Then... which school did you choose? Which major?"
She thought, with Qingyang's ability and the foundation of Feihong Factory, he might choose a major related to economic management or light textile?
After all, this is more "practical".
Lu Qingyang smiled and picked up his application form without any hesitation.
In the column for "first choice", two powerful characters were written in a flamboyant style - Capital University!
"Capital University?!" Shen Mo exclaimed in surprise.
The little worry she had about her choice of major was instantly thrown out of her mind, leaving only shock in her heart, "You...you want to choose Jingcheng University?!"
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