Reborn in 1977, I will no longer be my brother's blood bag.

Which school?

The director of the admissions office stood behind his desk, and the pen in his hand fell onto the table with a soft sound.

On the other end of the phone, the county post office clerk reread the telegram: "Tsinghua University Admissions Office."

The office suddenly fell silent.

The admissions director reached for the phone and gripped it tightly: "Confirm?"

"Confirmed. Urgent telegram, just arrived."

After the call ended, the director stood there, motionless for a long time. The young clerk organizing materials nearby noticed something was wrong: "Director?"

The director turned around: "Notify the Red Flag Commune immediately."

"Who should we notify?"

"Lin Xiuhe".

The young officer was taken aback: "What happened?"

The director handed over a copy of the telegram, and the young clerk looked down at it, his eyes slowly widening.

The telegram was very short, consisting of only one line:

Please confirm candidate Lin Xiuhe's application information and academic record.

Signed: Tsinghua University Admissions Office.

The young staff member gasped. This was extremely rare, especially in the first year after the resumption of the college entrance examination.

The school proactively sent a telegram to verify the files just a few days after the results were released. Everyone knew what that meant.

The director picked up the hat: "Let's go."

"Where to?"

"County Party Committee, this kind of thing needs to be reported."

Meanwhile, at the Red Flag Commune.

The supply and marketing cooperative was about to close for the day, and Li Hongmei was locking up the counter.

A few people were still gathered outside the door, and the topic of their discussion remained unchanged—Tsinghua University, the admission notice, and Beijing.

These words have been circulating in the commune for several days. Some people believe them, some don't; some think it's a sure thing, while others think it's too early.

Just then, a bicycle rushed into the yard, and before the bicycle had even come to a complete stop, the rider had already jumped off.

"Xiuhe! Is Xiuhe here?"

Li Hongmei recognized them. The people from the county education bureau asked, "What's wrong?"

"The director told me to come see her."

"What happened?"

The visitor wiped his sweat and said, "Great news, incredibly great news!"

The warehouse door opened, and Lin Xiuhe came out: "Looking for me?"

"Yes, go to the county education bureau first thing tomorrow morning and bring your identification."

Why?

The visitor couldn't suppress his smile: "A telegram has arrived from Beijing."

The courtyard fell silent. Li Hongmei nearly dropped the lock she was holding: "Beijing? Which Beijing?"

"Which other Beijing could it be?" the man grinned. "Tsinghua University."

Boom—the whole courtyard seemed to be set on fire.

"Tsinghua? Tsinghua sent a telegram? Really?"

"My God."

The people who were about to go home all stopped in their tracks.

The news spread like wildfire; within ten minutes, a crowd had gathered outside the supply and marketing cooperative. Half an hour later, half the commune knew.

"A telegram came from Beijing, sent by Tsinghua University, specifically looking for Lin Xiuhe, saying they need to verify her records."

"Why are you verifying the files?"

"What else can we do but prepare for the admission process?"

The news spread faster and faster, and became increasingly popular.

When Captain Wang received the news, he was in a meeting at the production team. Upon hearing the messenger shout "Tsinghua University," the meeting immediately stopped.

Say it again.

"A telegram has arrived from Tsinghua University."

"Who should I look for?"

"Lin Xiuhe".

Captain Wang slammed his hand on the table: "Good!"

The cadres in the room laughed: "This time they've really made something of themselves; our commune is going to be featured in the county annals."

"What's a county gazetteer? If you really get into Tsinghua University, you might even be featured in the provincial newspaper later."

Laughter echoed out of the meeting room and was heard by everyone in the courtyard.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the Lin family.

Dinner had just been served when Aunt Liu arrived again—they've been coming more often these past few days than visiting relatives.

"Xiulan, have you heard?"

Seeing her expression, Wang Xiulan had a bad feeling: "What's wrong now?"

"A telegram has arrived from Beijing."

"What telegram?"

Tsinghua University.

*Thud.* The chopsticks fell onto the table.

Wang Xiulan's expression froze: "Who?"

"Tsinghua University, look for Lin Xiuhe."

No one spoke in the room. Even Lin Jianguo looked up.

Aunt Liu got more and more excited as she spoke: "People from the county education bureau personally went to the commune. I heard it was to verify the files, and it's estimated that it will be finalized soon."

Wang Xiulan sat there, motionless for a long time. The food on the table was steaming hot, but she had no appetite at all.

Just a few days ago, she was telling someone that nothing matters until the admission notice is issued.

Now, a telegram has arrived from Beijing, and it's from Tsinghua University.

She wanted to say something, but couldn't find the words. Because this time, even suspicion was hard to find.

In the east room, Lin Weidong put down his bowl, got up, and went back to his room. Most of the rice on the table was still left.

After the door closed, he was left alone in the room.

On the desk were college application materials, with the first choice listed as a key university in the provincial capital.

It looked great at first, but now, people outside the window keep mentioning the same name—Lin Xiuhe, Tsinghua University, Beijing.

These sounds drifted in on the night breeze.

He opened the book, read two pages, but couldn't absorb a single word. Finally, he simply stood up and walked to the window.

People passing by outside the courtyard were still chatting: "I heard the telegram has arrived, so the admission notice probably won't be far off. Tsinghua University, our county hasn't produced one in so many years."

The sound gradually faded away. The room fell silent again.

Meanwhile, at the supply and marketing cooperative's warehouse.

Li Hongmei excitedly spun around: "Tsinghua University sent a telegram! Xiuhe, do you know what this means?"

Lin Xiuhe was organizing the documents: "It means I have to go to the county again tomorrow."

Li Hongmei burst out laughing: "How come you're not excited at all?"

Zhao Xiaomei nodded vigorously beside her: "Yes, I'm even more nervous than when I crossed the line myself."

Lin Xiuhe carefully placed the file into a document bag, her movements remaining steady.

But only she knew that when she heard the words "Tsinghua University," her hand holding the pen paused for a moment.

In her past life, that name was too far removed from her, so far that she could only hear it from other people.

In this life, the telegram has already reached the county.

With that thought in mind, she closed the file folder and placed it on the table.

Going to the county town tomorrow might bring us closer to the answer.

Just then, footsteps sounded again outside the gate of the supply and marketing cooperative.

This time it was Old Xu who came—Old Xu the postman.

He held a registration book in his hand, his expression somewhat strange: "Xiuhe, the county post office just asked me to ask you something. It's best if you don't leave the commune in the next few days."

Li Hongmei was stunned: "Why?"

Old Xu scratched his head: "Because the post office said there might be more things to be delivered."

"What is it?"

Old Xu shook his head: "He didn't say. But it was sent from Beijing."