Chapter Twenty-Six: Heartache in Joy

After signing with his ID card, Han Li finally got the admission notice from the postman.

Looking at the envelope containing the admission letter, Han Li's heart was full of emotion and mixed feelings.

Finally, he was admitted, and he got an admission letter from HKUST. He makes up for the regrets of his past life, and he proves to those who laugh at him that he is not a waste.

Before he knew it, Han Li's eyes were moist, and bean-sized tears hit the top of the envelope. Han Li came back to his senses at this time, and then hurriedly and carefully wiped away his tears with his clothes, for fear that the admission letter contained in it would be damaged.

"Little oak."

Han Li, who was wiping the envelope, suddenly heard the voice of his mother Yang Fang, looked up and found that his mother had walked to his side.

"Mom, I got in." Han Li signaled to his mother Yang Fang.

Yang Fang's eyes were also red at the moment, and she was also very distressed when she saw Han Li's appearance. Over the years, because of Han Li's achievements, she and Han Li's father have received ridicule from neighbors and even some relatives.

But they ignored the real protagonist, Han Li, who was at the center of this focus. All these years, he has been suffering in silence, but he has not said anything.

Yang Fang knows that in the last month before the college entrance examination, her children's hard work.

Every time she gets up at night to go to the bathroom, she finds that her child's room is still on. Every time she helped her children clean up the bedroom, she found that the trash can was stuffed with a lot of densely written scratch paper.

Thinking of Han Li, who still had a round face, he had lost more than ten pounds after the college entrance examination.

His own child did it, he got in, he succeeded.

Looking at Han Li's excited appearance, Yang Fangqiang couldn't help the sadness in her heart. Then he nodded and said, "I just heard it, what are you doing there, let's go home and report the good news to your father, so that he will be happy and happy." ”

"Hmm." Han Li nodded heavily, and then walked towards his home with his mother.

And the people in the community who saw this scene also began to talk about it.

"How is this possible?"

This is a question that many people are asking. In the eyes of these people, Han Li is the representative of the bad children in the community. What truancy, fighting, smoking, cheating on exams, surfing the Internet. Basically everything a bad boy could do, he did.

And in order to prevent their children from learning badly with Han Li, they also deliberately ordered them not to let their children play with him.

But now, this bad boy in everyone's eyes gave them a slap in the face and miraculously got admitted to college, which made them can't believe it.

"The cub of the old Han family was really admitted to college?"

"Like, doesn't he have an admission letter in his hand?"

"Does anyone see which university?"

"I didn't see it clearly, but as far as the old Han family's cub can go to any university, it is estimated that it will either be a private school or a junior college. can be admitted to the second book, that is, the ancestral tomb of his old Han family is smoking. ”

Nonsense, the admission letter of the second book has not come out yet, how can the third book come out. This time, the cub of the old Han family is considered to be a good one, I guess it's a book.

"One, this can't be, isn't he studying art?"

"What's wrong with studying art, I can still get a book."

"Hey, hey, I just glanced at it, and this cub seems to have been admitted to our provincial University of Science and Technology."

"HKUST, it's impossible, that's a copy."

"I can see it clearly, the envelope is written on HKUST."

……

Han Li, who returned home, was extremely excited, and under the gaze of his mother, he gently tore open the envelope.

"Be careful, don't tear up the admission letter inside." Mother Yang Fang hurriedly instructed.

"Yes, yes." Saying that, Han Li carefully tore open the envelope, and then pulled out the admission letter inside.

As soon as the notice was drawn out, it was snatched away by Yang Fang, the mother on the side, and then unfolded it and looked at it, smiling while looking at the corners of his mouth.

Although Han Li was facing such a situation for the second time, he was still very curious about this admission letter, so he also stretched out his head.

Han Li, congratulations on your admission to the School of Art, Digital Art and Design. Please take this notice and report to our school on August 25, 09.

"Mom, your son didn't lie to you, I said that if I can get in, I will definitely be admitted." Looking at his mother's smiling appearance, Han Li laughed.

Yang Fang slapped Han Li with the admission notice in his hand, and then said angrily: "This time it's more competitive, okay, hurry up and bring your mobile phone, I'll call your father, he's been worrying about it for the past few days." ”

Hehe, Han Li smiled, and then went to the table next to him and handed the phone to his mother.

Yang Fang took the phone with a smile and quickly dialed her father's phone: "Dad, the child's admission letter is here." ”

"What's coming?" The father on the other end of the phone didn't hear clearly.

Yang Fang repeated: "The admission letter was delivered today. ”

"Xiao Oak was admitted?" Han Yimin, the father on the phone, said with some disbelief.

Yang Fang glanced at Han Li, and then said with a smile: "I was admitted, majoring in digital art and design at HKUST." ”

"Good, good!" Han Yimin shouted twice in a row, and then said excitedly: "Mom, I'll go home early today, you fry a few dishes, I want to drink some." ”

"Okay, then you come back early, I'll wait for you with the child." Yang Fang hung up the phone with a smile.

However, this was not the end, and immediately after, Yang Fang began to call some relatives and friends to get up. Although this is more like a kind of show-off, this kind of show-off and flaunting wealth are completely different concepts. Especially over the years, Yang Fang has received too many such calls, and now that she is finally raising her eyebrows, it shouldn't be too much to show off.

"Well, okay, the college entrance banquet will definitely be for you." Yang Fang hung up the phone with a smile on her face.

The so-called college banquet is actually a local custom of theirs. It's that the child is admitted to college, and they will hold a banquet to entertain those relatives and friends who come to congratulate. Of course, these relatives and friends did not come empty-handed, and they also carried gift money.

The reason for the formation of such a custom is estimated to be related to the local poverty in the past.

In the old society, reading was a very sacred thing, and it was also a thing that everyone also valued. In the past, it was not easy for a child to be admitted to university, but at the same time, it also brought a lot of problems to me. For example, many families from poor families do not have the money to pay for their children to go to school in other places.

Therefore, there are many people who are admitted to university, or some who have passed the examination earlier and want to enter Beijing to catch the exam, because they have no money, they miss this opportunity in vain.

Later, I don't know how it arose, who was admitted to university, or who was admitted to the exam. Neighbors, relatives, and villagers will come to congratulate and give some gifts. The purpose is to sponsor the child who is admitted to school, so that he can have the money to go to college.

As the owner of this family, seeing so many relatives and friends from the township generously donating money to sponsor them, it is natural to set up a banquet to entertain them. So over time, this custom has been formed.

Seeing the smile on his mother's face, Han Li's heart was sour. You can imagine how happy the mother is now, and how sad the mother in the previous life was.

Fortunately, God gave him such a chance to make up for his regrets.