Chapter 174: Chapter 174: Let this be a farewell
Feng Zhenchang and Mei Qiuping were overjoyed to hear the news, and immediately called everyone to share the good news. Feng Yuxuan felt the same way after learning the news: her family was right to grit their teeth and send her brother to school! Not to mention being the best in the county, she never even made it into the top ten in her class when she was in school.
'Brother, don't you think there's a way to transfer Yiping to the provincial capital to study? We've bought more than one house in the provincial capital, so it's easy to arrange the household registration. Besides, he's doing so well in school, so with a little money, there's no need to worry about finding a school to accept him.'
When Feng Zhenchang and the others thought about it, they realised that it was true: if their son went to the provincial capital, then the family would be reunited.
This idea was strongly opposed by Feng Yiping. Of course he would not agree, who would want to be managed by several adults at the same time? With his parents managing him, many of the good things in his plan would definitely not happen.
So he told his father that it was indeed not difficult to transfer to the provincial capital, and the household registration could also be transferred, but it was already this time of year, and it would not be easy to find a school that was better than such a prestigious school as the No. 1 Middle School in the city.
Hearing him raise the banner of academic performance, Feng Zhenchang had nothing more to say. Anyway, junior high school is very important, and so is high school. They not only want Feng Yiping to be the first college graduate in the village, they also want him to be the first to get into a famous university. Since No. 1 Middle School is good, then he should stay in the city!
It is important to find time to look at houses near the school in the city. As for Feng Yiping's suggestion to buy a house, he agrees. The price of housing in the city is only a few hundred yuan, and a house can be bought for tens of thousands of yuan, which is a good investment.
The day of receiving report cards was lively in the school again, just like the day of the start of the school three years ago. Parents came with their children. However, today they were carrying their things back home. The desks, chairs, books and luggage added up to a heavy load.
Of course, the main thing was to ask about grades. Those who did not meet the admission line for the county's No. 1 High School now had to go to the county's vocational school, county normal school, and nursing school to find out about admission requirements and see which school was better and which majors had better prospects.
However, these schools have already done their homework. There are seven or eight tables set up in the playground. Feng Yiping looked around and saw that not only were there schools from the county and city, but there was even a vocational technical school from the provincial capital recruiting students.
Many of the teachers at the school have also been mobilised by them and have become their salesmen. Even the life teachers are holding the admission brochures of a school in their hands, enthusiastically introducing them to the parents. There is no way not to be enthusiastic. Helping those schools recruit one student will result in a commission based on the number of students recruited.
Although Xiao Zhijie had already been decided to repeat the year, Xiao Jianping still collected the brochures for those schools. Feng Yiping and the others followed and looked at a few places, and found that apart from the more popular majors, the parents asked a lot about the more expensive ones, especially those that cost thousands of yuan in miscellaneous fees a year.
This, perhaps, is the parents' psychology of compensation: if their child fails to get into high school and cannot go to university in the future, letting him study an expensive major is also considered a way for them as parents to do their part.
There were six students in the three classes who scored over 500 points in the cultural subjects. Three were in Class 1, including Feng Yiping, Tang Shaokang and Song Weize, one was in Class 2, and two were in Class 3.
The teachers were unanimous in their view that, given the difficulty of this year's middle school entrance exam mathematics, anyone who scored over 500 points should be able to get into County No. 1 Middle School. As for Feng Yiping, who scored 613 points, he would definitely be admitted to City No. 1 Middle School.
Therefore, the school is relatively satisfied with the results achieved by the 95th class, and the teachers are also relatively satisfied. Regardless of whether they have taught Feng Yiping's class or not, those teachers always greet him when they see him. The head teacher even gave Feng Yiping's shoulder a rare pat, saying, 'Not bad, you've brought glory to the school!'
Huang Chengzhong also followed his daughter to the school and is now talking to Feng Yiping. Huang Jingping scored 481 points, which is not bad, but she probably won't get into No. 1 High School. He asks Feng Yiping for advice: 'Which school do you think is good?'
Huang Jingping is a little upset. She sees Feng Yiping force a smile. Why didn't she get 20 more points? Then her life would have been a different path.
'Are you not considering repeating the year? You'll definitely be able to get into No. 1 High School if you repeat for another year.'
'Well,' Huang Chengzhong looked at his daughter, "there's no guarantee with repeating the year. There's a school in town that also offers repeating the year, and the results this year were even worse than last year.'
Yes, there are cases like that. "Personally, I think that the normal school is actually quite good. The tuition is not high, there are subsidies, and now there is also guaranteed employment. After you start working, you get several months of rest each year, which is pretty good for girls.'
He thinks that a nursing school is really not an option. With a nursing school diploma, it would be difficult to find work as a nurse in a county hospital in the future. Even if you pay someone to get you in, the working environment and nature of the work is generally not something that people can adapt to.
'You're right,' Huang Chengzhong nodded. 'Now that you're all done with your exams, come over to the house sometime!'
'Uncle, if Jingping wants to repeat the year, you should consider it!' Feng Yiping looked at the dispirited Huang Jingping and added, 'Well, I'll ask around. It's for her own good anyway.'
The next day at noon, Feng Yiping, who was home alone, had written 4,000 characters that morning. He was thinking about whether to go downstairs and buy some buns or make a bowl of noodles for dinner when he heard someone knocking at the door. He opened the door and saw Huang Jingping standing in the doorway, panting, with a large watermelon in her arms.
'Why are you here?' Feng Yiping quickly took the watermelon from her, "It's so heavy, you should have called me downstairs.'
'No need, I can carry it." She ran to the electric fan to get some air. "Where are the two of them?'
'Xiao Zhijie was escorted home by his father, and Wang Changning's family is throwing a banquet for the new baby, so he went back to give a gift." Feng Yiping cut up the watermelon and handed her a piece.
'Why did you suddenly come over?'
'I had a fight with my father. I still want to repeat the year, but he doesn't agree.'
Feng Yiping couldn't really say anything about this. A girl who was so eager to learn certainly deserved praise, but parents also had their own reasons.
If you failed to get into high school after junior high school and had to repeat the year, then you were even less likely to get into a good university in high school, and you would have to repeat the year again. In that case, it would take at least five years to get into a key university.
'Actually, I think being a teacher is pretty good. Look at your uncle. Not to mention weekends, but if you add the summer and winter vacations together, he gets almost three months off a year. That's great! And besides, once you're working, you can also take adult exams and get a university degree just the same.'
'But I want to be just like you,' said Huang Jingping, her head bowed.
Feng Yiping was at a loss for words for a moment, so he ran into the kitchen to prepare the noodles.
Huang Jingping also stood up with a blush, and with great familiarity she went to Feng Yiping's room to turn on the tape recorder and play music, and also tidied up Feng Yiping's room.
Influenced by those words, the two of them didn't say much while eating the noodles. Huang Jingping occasionally glanced at Feng Yiping across the table, and when she saw him look up, she lowered her head a little, a little flustered.
'Anyway, I support whatever decision you make, but if you really want to repeat the year, you should first convince your uncle to talk to your father. That would have a better effect.' Feng Yiping pushed the plate of scrambled eggs towards her.
He really wanted to say, 'Classmate, the successful women who came after you have repeatedly made one thing clear to the world: no matter how well you study and how well you work, it's not as good as getting married.
You were born with a good appearance, gentle and refined, understanding, just find a successful man to marry, why work so hard!
Of course, this can only be thought about, now he dares not say.
Huang Jingping helped to clear the table, looked back and saw Feng Yiping washing the dishes in an apron, looking around the house where only the two of them were, an indescribable feeling grew in her heart. Are we just living a life?
Feng Yiping was washing the dishes briskly when suddenly a soft body came up from behind and hugged him. He froze instantly, his hands suspended in mid-air.
Even though the tap water was running, he could still hear the heartbeat of the girl behind him. Huang Jingping's warm breath blew on his neck, making him itch. He felt that goosebumps must have formed on that area, but he didn't dare move. After a minute or two of just quietly passing the time, Feng Yiping remembered to turn off the tap water. 'Okay,' he said, gently nudging Huang Jingping's hand around her waist with his elbow. 'If your father saw this, he would beat me to death.'
Huang Jingping let go of him with a light laugh, 'No way!'
Feng Yiping saw Huang Jingping off downstairs, and when he saw her somewhat reluctantly get into the car, he couldn't tell what kind of feeling he was feeling.
He was not a saint either, and although he didn't take a second wife later, he had experienced all the things that should be experienced due to social engagements. Of course, he would not distinguish between those social engagements and the activities that followed them, and in fact, how many times was it that he himself was willing?
He, a man who has experienced many vicissitudes and seen much prosperity, was faced with such an outstanding young girl in love for the first time. For some reason, he just couldn't bring himself to say no, and he didn't want to say anything to make her feel even more sad and upset at this low point in her life.
So he just left it to time. Not to mention the first stirrings of love in a young girl's blooming springtime, but even in college and after entering society, how many men and women who were once madly in love with each other eventually parted ways.
As for the hug just now, let's just consider it a farewell!
From now on, there is not much chance for them to meet again. Maybe by this time next year, Feng Yiping will fade from her heart. Years from now, when she looks back, it may be tinged with a trace of sweetness, and she won't feel the same sense of humiliation after being rejected.