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

The next day, the county post office was much busier than usual.

As soon as Lao Xu entered the door, he noticed that the atmosphere was a little different.

Several staff members were all looking in the same direction.

Next to the sorting station, a kraft paper file folder sat quietly—not pressed in the pile of mail, nor placed with ordinary letters, but placed separately, with a registration card tucked next to it.

Old Xu slowed down his pace.

Although I knew yesterday that something had arrived, my heart still skipped a beat when I actually saw it.

The post office manager came out of his office, saw Old Xu, and waved him over: "Come here."

Old Xu walked over. The director opened the register: "Sign."

"So formal?"

"Nonsense." The director pointed to the file folder. "If this gets lost, our entire post office will be in trouble."

The people around immediately burst into laughter, but no one thought it was exaggerated.

Because everyone knows that this thing is unusual.

Old Xu looked down; the registration page read: Recipient: Lin Xiuhe.

Address: Hongqi Commune Supply and Marketing Cooperative.

From: Tsinghua University Admissions Office.

Old Xu was still somewhat dazed when he saw the last few words.

Tsinghua University, Beijing—I'd only ever seen it mentioned in newspapers before, and now it's actually been delivered to their county!

The director handed over the file folder: "Be careful on the road."

"rest assured."

"And one more thing," the director added, "Don't take a detour today."

Laughter immediately filled the room.

Old Xu laughed, "I'd like to go around it, but I doubt someone will let me."

After he finished speaking, he put the file folder inside the green parcel, checked the straps again, then slung the parcel over his shoulder and pushed out his bicycle.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the bicycle bell rang, and Old Xu left the county post office.

Meanwhile, at the Red Flag Commune.

As soon as the broadcasting station opened, Captain Wang had already arrived.

Even the broadcaster, Lao Sun, was a little surprised: "So early?"

"I can't sleep." Captain Wang sat down, picking up his enamel mug. "Any news from the county?"

"No," Old Sun laughed. "You ask three times a day."

"How can that be the same?" Captain Wang looked out the window. "This is Tsinghua University, the first time our commune has ever seen one." After saying that, he laughed to himself.

On the other side, the supply and marketing cooperative.

Zhao Xiaomei arrived even earlier than her work start time.

As soon as Li Hongmei opened the door, she was already standing outside: "What brings you here?"

"I can't sleep."

"You didn't get into Tsinghua University."

"But Sister Xiuhe took the exam."

Li Hongmei was amused: "You're even more anxious than she is."

Zhao Xiaomei replied matter-of-factly, "Of course I'm anxious! When will the admission notice arrive?"

After saying that, the two of them looked out of the courtyard gate at the same time, as if they could see Old Xu in the next second.

Inside the warehouse, Lin Xiuhe was organizing the order slips.

After the broadcast ended yesterday, many people came to congratulate us, and the commotion lasted until very late.

But today, she went to work as usual, with an abacus on the table and a stack of invoices, as if being number one in the county had nothing to do with her.

Li Hongmei walked in: "Xiuhe, aren't you nervous?"

"What's there to be nervous about?"

"The notification letter."

"The post office will deliver it."

Li Hongmei was speechless.

After a while, she laughed to herself, "I've discovered that you're the same no matter what happens to you." A soft laugh echoed in the warehouse.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the Lin family.

Wang Xiulan got up very early today, unusually early.

She was sweeping the yard when her gaze drifted toward the gate.

Lin Jianguo glanced at her: "What are you looking at?"

"I didn't see anything."

"Then you've swept the floor to the door three times already."

Wang Xiulan paused for a moment, then didn't reply.

Actually, she herself didn't know why she kept looking outside. Maybe it was because of the radio, maybe it was because of the newspaper, or maybe it was because of that file folder from Beijing.

With that thought in mind, she leaned the broom against the wall and went back inside.

But not long after, it came out again.

Meanwhile, on the dirt road from the county town to the commune, Old Xu rode his bicycle at a slow pace, just like usual.

But today, something feels different.

As he passed the first production team, someone waved to him: "Old Xu! Any news today?"

"have."

"From Beijing?" Old Xu paused, "How did you know?"

The man laughed loudly: "The whole commune knows."

Old Xu was both amused and exasperated, but he continued riding forward.

They hadn't gone two miles when they were stopped again: "Old Xu! Has the notification arrived yet?"

"Who told you that?"

"The radio station."

"When did the radio station say that?"

"They didn't say it, but everyone knows it's coming soon." A burst of laughter erupted around them.

Old Xu shook his head and continued on his way. But he was starting to feel uneasy, because he realized that it seemed like more people knew about it today than yesterday.

As we approached Hongqi Commune, several children were playing marbles by the roadside. Upon seeing the green bicycle, one of them immediately shouted, "The postman is here!"

That shout was like a stone thrown into a pond.

The children looked up together, then took off running, shouting, "Old Xu is here! Old Xu is here!"

The sound traveled along the dirt road.

As Lao Xu rode his bicycle, he suddenly had a bad feeling—because he could already see the commune compound ahead, and at the entrance of the compound, there were more than a dozen people standing there at some point.

All eyes were on his green parcel.