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

At six o'clock in the evening, the lights on the Red Flag Commune broadcasting station came on.

The announcer, Lao Sun, arrived half an hour early.

He's never been this serious before, when broadcasting announcements, weather forecasts, or meeting schedules.

On the table was a newly delivered manuscript—forwarded by the county radio station, reviewed by the regional radio station, and stamped and confirmed by the education bureau.

The top line of text is particularly eye-catching: "Publicity Announcement on Advanced Role Models in the College Entrance Examination".

Old Sun put on his reading glasses, looked at it again, and after reading it, he couldn't help but click his tongue: "Number one in the whole county, really amazing."

Meanwhile, the supply and marketing cooperative.

It was past closing time, but there were still quite a few people sitting in the courtyard.

Zhao Xiaomei sat on the steps holding an enamel mug, Li Hongmei was shelling peanuts, and there were several aunties who came to visit.

Everyone is waiting for the announcement.

"What time does it start?"

"6:30."

Are you sure?

"That's what Captain Wang said."

"That can't be wrong."

Inside the supply and marketing cooperative's warehouse, Lin Xiuhe had just locked the last ledger into the cabinet when someone outside shouted, "Hurry up and come out, the broadcast is about to start!"

"Okay." She put the keys away and walked out of the warehouse.

The courtyard was already full of people, even the old accountant who doesn't usually like to join in the fun had come.

"Xiuhe, come and sit down, it'll be your turn on the broadcast later." As soon as these words were spoken, a burst of laughter rang out in the courtyard.

Zhao Xiaomei laughed so hard she couldn't stand up straight: "The first person in the whole county to be on the radio, will she have to be on TV next?"

Li Hongmei slapped her on the back: "There aren't many TV channels, you can dream on." Laughter spread, and the atmosphere became much more relaxed.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the Lin family.

Just as Wang Xiulan finished preparing dinner and put the dishes on the table, preparing to call everyone to eat, the village loudspeaker blared.

A familiar crackling sound came from the air, and the whole village quieted down a bit.

As everyone knew, the broadcast was about to begin. Lin Jianguo put down his pipe and went into the yard, while Lin Weidong also came out of the house and looked up at the loudspeaker on the utility pole.

Soon, the broadcaster Lao Sun's voice came over the loudspeaker's channel: "Fellow commune members, this is a broadcast from the county radio station. The results of the first college entrance examination since the resumption of the college entrance examination in our county have been released."

"Among them, Lin Xiuhe, a candidate from Hongqi Commune, ranked first in the county with a score of 379."

The moment the first sentence was uttered, many people in the village began to laugh.

Because everyone already knows, but knowing is one thing, hearing it on the radio is a completely different experience.

That was official confirmation; it was news that the entire county was hearing.

The broadcast continued: "Comrade Lin Xiuhe persisted in learning, actively researching, and working diligently in her spare time. Her advanced deeds are worthy of emulation by the vast number of young people."

In the courtyard, Wang Xiulan stood there without saying a word.

Every word on the radio was clearly transmitted to my ears.

Meanwhile, in the neighboring courtyard, people were already talking: "Did you hear that? First in the whole county! It was even broadcast on the radio. We'll have face to show off from now on."

The sound drifted over on the wind, and Wang Xiulan crumpled the rag in her hand into a ball, but there was nothing she could do.

Meanwhile, at the Hongqi Commune radio station, Lao Sun continued broadcasting: "According to statistics from the Education Bureau, more than 400 students in the county took the college entrance examination this year. Comrade Lin Xiuhe ranked first, achieving the best result in the county's history."

As the broadcast reached this point, even Lao Sun himself felt a little excited.

Because there's another sentence at the end of the draft, which was just added this afternoon.

He glanced down at it, then continued reading: "The local newspaper will publish a special report soon to promote best practices."

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole commune became lively.

The broadcast had barely ended when the supply and marketing cooperative's courtyard erupted in cheers: "Newspapers! It's going to be in the newspapers! My God, won't the whole country know about it?"

Zhao Xiaomei was so excited that she stood up and almost knocked over the enamel mug.

Li Hongmei also laughed: "It might not be nationwide, but the region definitely knows."

"That's impressive! When has our commune ever been in the newspaper?"

Nobody remembers. Or rather, never did.

The courtyard grew increasingly lively. Lin Xiuhe sat there, watching the night slowly descend.

The broadcast ended, but she knew that the truly important thing was yet to come—grades, newspapers, interviews, these were all news; what truly determined her future was that acceptance letter.

Thinking of this, she looked up at the night sky.

In the distance, the lights at the broadcasting station were still on.

In the county town area, some people were still at get off work.

At the county post office, lights illuminated the sorting station, where several staff members were sorting the last batch of mail.

A manila envelope was placed separately to the side; unlike ordinary letters, it did not enter the regular sorting area but was placed in a special folder.

The staff picked up the registration book and carefully checked the information—name: Lin Xiuhe.

Address: Hongqi Commune Supply and Marketing Cooperative.

From: Tsinghua University Admissions Office.

After checking, the staff member looked up and asked, "Boss, should this be delivered tomorrow?"

The post office manager glanced at it and nodded: "Register it separately and deliver it separately tomorrow morning."

After he finished speaking, he stamped the red seal on the registration page.

The sound was soft, yet remarkably clear.

Next to the seal were four words: Priority Delivery.