In mid-August, the temperature in Zhanhai rises further, and before 9 o'clock, it is already unbearable.

Municipal General Administration of Posts and Telecommunications.

Pei Zhe waited outside the door early.

He didn't have time to inquire about how much his smear report on Wei Qingzhi would be affected.

If you are suspended for review, it is better to say, if a gust of wind blows and only whirls, then your admission letter is still at risk.

With Pei Qusheng's family's beating nature, they still want to insist on taking risks, even if there is no Wei Qingzhi, there will be the next Li Qingzhi and Zhang Qingzhi, opening the door to convenience for them.

This situation is impossible to prevent, Pei Zhe's second move is to hold his admission letter in his hand first, and never suffer in the future.

After nine o'clock, the staff of the post and telecommunications bureau slowly opened the iron door and began the day's work.

People who have been waiting for a long time rush in, looking for counters to handle their own business, picking up letters and sending letters, picking up parcels and sending objects, and withdrawing money orders.

Because the post and telecommunications have not yet separated, the business is very busy.

Among them, there are several young people who look like students, and they ask at the letter window if they have their own admission letters today.

Pei Zhe looked at the table below, at 9:10, no accident, a postal transport vehicle will arrive at ten o'clock this morning, and his admission notice is on it.

He was about to squint for a while, after all, he had been running around for more than a month, working hard and hard, and the whole person was dark.

"Huh, Pei Zhe? Why are you here? ”

A beautiful female voice came from her ear, with a hint of surprise.

Pei Zhe opened his eyes and was stunned for a moment.

The girl in front of her still knows herself, or her classmate, Su Qianhui.

"Oh, I'm just like you."

Pei Zhe spread his hands and said, "I'm also here to wait for the notice." ”

"Then why are you lying here, you should go to the queue." Su Qianhui was suspicious.

"I asked, and the staff said no, I guess this will arrive today or tomorrow." Pei Zhe casually responded.

He actually doesn't have much memory of this high school classmate, and he didn't cross paths after graduating from his previous life, so he had a relationship on the day he volunteered.

After all, Tang Yongbo's color skin had been secretly sending Qiu Bo at that time, so he took a second look.

Today's Su Qianhui is wearing a pale pink dress, with a slender waist that is light and graceful, and her chest is bulging, and the typical branches bear fruit.

Coupled with fair and translucent skin, graceful and graceful, the beautiful melon seed face shape is indeed a beautiful embryo.

"Liar, I just came out of the queue and didn't see you at all." Su Qianhui was angry, and the tip of her crystal nose wrinkled.

She was the first one to come in, and she had been staying here for the past few days, and she hadn't seen classmate Pei at all just now.

"Besides, I know that your family is now in the country, why did you come to the city to pick up the notice?"

Although Su Qianhui was asking rhetorically, there was a hint of a look on her face.

Pei Zhe didn't understand the meaning of this expression, and looked confused.

"You don't want to say it, I know it!"

Su Qianhui has always had haughty confidence in her appearance and figure, and said seriously: "However, I don't want to fall in love during college. ”

Su's mother has been staying in the system all the year round, and has always instilled in her a kind of thinking, self-improvement and self-confidence are the foundation of a woman's life, and what you want must strive to make yourself a match for it.

Zhanhai is such a big fart, Pei Jian'an was a public security officer at the time, he looked down and didn't look up, when Pei Jian'an went to the sea and was full of spirit, Su's mother even thought that the two families were pulling the red line, and felt that the two sides were right.

It's just that seeing Pei Jian'an erect a tall building, and seeing his building collapse, he quickly extinguished such thoughts.

"What's that??" Pei Zhe opened his mouth, but he didn't know where to start for a while.

What's the matter with this girl?

Wouldn't she do whatever she wanted just because she was beautiful, and felt that the earth revolved around her, right?

Do you think that you deliberately chased her to the city for her sake?

The point is, he is now obsessed with money, and he has no time to think about any bullshit romantic love stories.

"Actually, I still keep the love letter you secretly stuffed to me before." Su Qianhui said as she spoke, her face slowly turning red.

"What?!"

Pei Zhe was startled, and then recalled the last time he drank with Tang Yongbo, and said that this guy let him secretly hand over love letters.

The point is, that love letter was written by Tang Yongbo!

A friend's wife can't be bullied, although Tang Yongbo hasn't been able to get started yet, but it obviously means this.

Girl, be sober!

Licking the dog is Qingtang Boge, not me!

Su Qianhui is very puzzled now, a month ago, when this boy saw himself again, the first glance was confused, the second glance was appreciation, but he lost his original eagerness.

Does he think he is the kind of person who hates the poor and loves the rich?

"There are three major illusions in life, I can show, I can fight back, he likes me......"

Pei Zhe couldn't imagine that the girl in front of him had such a rich psychological activity.

After all, a woman's heart, a needle under the sea.

He could only give a foolish look.

"What did you just say?"

"Nothing, toothache."

Su Qianhui looked at the other party's avoidant eyes, and she didn't feel good in her heart, could it be that love would disappear?

Sure enough, men are not good things, negative people!

Sometimes, women are really strange creatures, proud when they can't ask for them, and lose when they ignore them.

"Why aren't you leaving?"

Pei Zhe changed his sitting posture and clamped Erlang's legs, looking depressed.

He didn't know that he had been labeled as a negative man in the eyes of this beautiful girl.

"Then you haven't left either, and there is a postal car at ten o'clock on time, maybe my admission letter is on it!" Su Qianhui seemed to be gambling on the road.

Immediately, she simply sat down on the bench.

The two are separated by a person, and no one cares about the other anymore.

It was close to ten o'clock, and with the sound of a horn outside the door, a dark green painted pickup truck stopped steadily at the door.

When the car door was opened, Pei Zhe paid attention to every movement of the staff, for fear that someone would make a move.

He paid special attention to a fat-looking man with glasses, keeping a close eye on his every move.

Luckily, everything seems to be working fine.

The two staff members sorted and sorted the unloaded parcels and letters one by one, and then distributed them to the town branches by postmen in other areas.

Su Qianhui came to the letter window again, reported her name, and asked if the newly arrived letter had her own registered mail.

Pei Zhe also came to the No. 2 letter pick-up window, handed over his ID card, and said: "Uncle, I am a college student this year, I live in Qingtang Town, and now I am working in Zhanhai for the summer, can I help see if there is any registered letter from me in that bag of letters?" ”

He pointed to a bag of letters in a green cloth bag with a sign of the Qingtang area on the side.

The middle-aged uncle was originally a little impatient, but when he heard the words "Qingtang Town", his face suddenly stretched and he said enthusiastically: "The handsome guy from Qingtang Town? Hehe, we're fellow countrymen, so I'll help you take a look. ”

"Thank you, uncle!"

Pei Zhe hurriedly thanked him, he didn't expect to meet such a warm-hearted person this year.

The middle-aged uncle got up and rummaged through the bag.

Soon, among the few letters, he found a registered letter with a special appearance, which is usually an admission letter from the school.

"Pei Zhe?"

"Yes, I'm Pei Zhe."

The middle-aged man checked the ID photo, looked at the registered letter again, and confirmed that the big boy with dark skin in front of him was indeed himself.

"Register, sign." He handed over a register.

Pei Zhe honestly registered the information and took the registered letter.

Tearing open the registered letter, which contained some messages from new students, school profiles, etc., he directly found the admission notice.

"Pei Zhe, with the approval of the Admissions Office of Nanyue Province, you have been admitted to the Department of Journalism and Communication of Jinan University...... Please report to our school before September 12, 1993......"

Pei Zhe looked through it carefully twice, and when he got this thin piece of paper, his heart finally fell.

Also happy was Su Qianhui, who saw her holding her admission notice to the National People's Congress and kissing her a few times.

Pei Zhe glanced at it, and suddenly felt that this girl was a little brighter, and it was not so unreasonable.

"Su Qianhui, goodbye!"

He said hello and strode away.

……

In the evening, Pei Zhe made a phone call back to the village and told his mother about Zhang Hongyu's admission.

Zhang Hongyu just asked, "Zhezai, when are you going to come back?" ”

"It's coming."

Pei Zhe could only answer like this.

The mother of the child is worried, but some things are always in a dilemma.