A group of twelve or thirteen-year-olds gathered around a bulletin board. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Everyone is talking about it, looking forward to it, and a group of teenagers are full of expectant eyes, it turns out that today is the day when the admission list of Songjiazhen School Admissions Examination is announced.

In this area, it is still circulating, everything is inferior, only the traditional thinking of scholars, people here are through the exam, so as to enter the officialdom, so as to enjoy unlimited glory and wealth,

The teenagers here start studying at the age of five or six, and when they are about twelve years old, the first thing they face is the entrance examination held by the town's government-run government every year, which only admits students under the age of thirteen.

As long as they pass the exam, they can enter the only local university to study, which is the starting point of their dream of becoming an official.

However, this college admits about 200 students every year, and the number of people who sign up for the exams is in the thousands!

Then these teenagers who fail to make the list will have to learn a craft to make a living.

Of course, the children of wealthy families do not have to think about their future life.

However, in this kind of remote town, most people are poor families, many of them have eaten the last meal but not the next, and the more knowledgeable parents are thrifty for their children to go to private schools to study.

Then when he was old enough to take the exam organized by the government, once he didn't pass the exam, the family's savings for several years would be wasted, but the parents knew that the chances of being on the list were very slim.

But I still decided to let my children learn knowledge, gain fame, and let their children have a good life in the future.

"It's out! Look! It's out! It's out!" was a group of people talking when the door of the academy creaked open.

Out walked two middle-aged men wearing scarves and cyan robes, one of whom was holding a roll of wrapped red cloth in his hand, slowly walking like a notice board.

The notice office that had just returned to the city suddenly became silent, and the atmosphere became extremely tense and impressed, and everyone stared at what the middle-aged man was holding in his hand.

Because they all knew that the cloth would decide their fate. When the two walked slowly, the teenagers all consciously got out of the way,

After the two of them posted the red list, a group of people immediately rushed around, all wanting to see if they were on the list as soon as possible.

"Hahaha! I'm on the list, I'm on the list!" a voice roared in an almost crazy voice, but there were more helpless sighs on the scene...

Obviously, every sigh represents a teenager who has fallen off the list, and the cold window has been in vain for several years of hard work, their eyes are staring at the notice list, their hands are clenched tightly, and their knuckles are purple, you can imagine the unwilling but helpless emotions in their hearts.

Just outside the noisy hot group, there is a boy about one meter six tall, standing like a pine crane, a white ribbon tied with jet-black hair, with a tall nose bridge, a soft scholarly temperament, quite handsome facial features, at the age of twelve, you can see that when you grow up, you can see that when you grow up, you can not guess what he is thinking, wearing a black robe, which is in stark contrast to his fair complexion.

To be precise, it was in stark contrast to the pale complexion because of the lack of blood, and the dark and dark eyes were also silently staring at the red list.

After those teenagers walked away in frustration or excitement, he slowly stepped forward and stood in front of the red list, his eyes fixed on the position of the two hundredth, slowly moving forward, still expressionless, people really couldn't figure out whether he was on the list or not, knowing that his eyes moved to the top of the list, he was silent for a moment and shook his head.

"Eh... The bloodless lips trembled slightly, and it took a long time to utter this syllable, and then turned and walked away, without the slightest thought of turning back、、、、

The boy's name is Ling Feiyu, and he is from Lingjia Village, Songjia Town.

Since childhood, his family was poor, his father went out hunting when Ling Feiyu was three years old, and was killed by wild beasts, and his mother raised Ling Feiyu alone.

This orphan and widow had no skills at all, and her mother entered the Qinglou in order to support Ling Feiyu.

I sell my body to earn that little money to make ends meet.

His mother kept it a secret from him and didn't let him know about it, but Feiyu still knew, Feiyu never felt that his mother was unclean, he felt that his mother was the greatest person in the world.

He had always considered himself a burden, a drag on his mother, who was only three years old when his father died, and his mother was in her early twenties, and his mother could have remarried and lived a good life.

However, in order to raise him as an adult, his mother resolutely chose this cheap way to make money, and no one in the local village wanted to play with him, and they all scolded him for being a mongrel.

Because of this sentence, he fought with his peers a lot, and every time he got a wound back, he didn't dare to tell his mother, and he saw his mother crying in the middle of the night more than once.

He secretly made a vow to make everyone in the world respect his mother.

So he was only four years old and asked his mother to study, and his mother was silent for a long time before saying to Nanfeng: "Okay, I'll send you to study, but you have to study hard, as long as you can live well in the future, I'm willing to do whatever I want!"

Since then, his mother has come home later and later, sometimes she simply doesn't come home for the night, and when she wakes up the next morning, Ling Feiyu will find that there are always steamed buns and something like that on the shabby table.

He ate the steamed bun with tears in his eyes every time, and then took out his book to read it without stopping, for fear of delaying a little time.

In this way, eight years have passed, and Nanfeng walked into the examination room with confidence with the three taels of silver given by his mother and the secret oath he made back then.

The result is obvious, Nanfeng unexpectedly fell off the list.

So many experiences don't allow him to cry, although he is so unwilling and helpless at this time, but he doesn't allow himself to cry because he is strong.

He was thinking about how to face his mother's nurturing grace, how to fulfill the promise he had made, and he was thinking about it while walking lonely, he was lost, and he didn't know where to go.