When Cong Yan came to Beijing seven years ago, he was still a poor boy from a ravine.

He still remembers the first day he took a three-day ride on the green train from his distant hometown. He stood at the gate of the Beijing Post and raised his eyes to look at the six big characters engraved with gilt engraved above, and a sour feeling suddenly appeared in his heart.

The first college student in the village to come out, and also came to the capital that everyone yearns for. On the day he left, the villagers rushed over to block him at the entrance of the village to see him off, and the grandmother who was bent over her waist stuffed fruits and money into his hands one by one, but she was already in tears. He reassured her not to be sad and that he would return to ...... when he found a holiday time

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