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It was only after everyone's experience that they realized that the junior high school teachers were the so-called main force of the proctors for the college entrance examination every year.

Because high school teachers often have connections, there's a risk of cheating. Even middle school teachers like Lin Mo's mother don't proctor exams locally; instead, they rotate through neighboring counties.

In some places, even elementary school teachers have to come out to help. In short, his mother must be very busy these two days. Even if they go back, she probably won't have time to talk to them.

For a housewarming celebration, it's important to have a celebratory feast, and the lady of the house can't be absent, so Lin Mo decided to schedule it after the college entrance exams.

Even the psychologist said that they should take Lao Zhao out more often and try to keep him away from things that remind him of his past.

The world is so big; going out and seeing more of it will help him get out of his mental predicament.

In the afternoon, on the first day of high school, the math subject was a great success. Thanks to artificial rain, the students in Jiangning were all in high spirits.

At 5 p.m., the first day of the college entrance examination came to a successful end as the bell rang, and students from various schools emerged in droves.

Unlike the Chinese exam in the morning, the math exam in the afternoon really stumped many people. Some looked worried, some were full of confidence, and of course, most of them were excited.

After all, whether they look worried or full of confidence, their studies should be decent, but these are the minority; most students are just average students.

The exam is over, so what's the point of thinking about it so much? No matter how much you regret it, you can't go back and change the answers, so most students are happy when they come out.

Anyway, after Lin Mo finished the exam, he didn't think about it at all, nor did he regret it. At the time, he thought he could only go to a junior college.

Unexpectedly, I performed exceptionally well and passed the second-tier university entrance exam cutoff score. This proves that as long as your expectations are low enough, there's nothing to be disappointed about.

After the exam, he didn't go home that day. Instead, he went to an internet cafe with his friends and stayed up all night. He was finally free.

As for a graduation trip? No, that's not possible. After all, we come from an ordinary family, and my grades weren't great, so I was too embarrassed to ask my parents for money to go on a trip.

If he were a promising student for a top-tier university or a key university, he would definitely want to travel.

Even the laptop he later got was only bought for him by his family because he chose computer science as his major; otherwise, he wouldn't have gotten a laptop at all.

This situation is not unique to Jiangning; it is happening all over the country, and this is the scene all the time.

Lin Mo and the others found a place, had a meal together, and then went home.

"What are you doing, little brother?" Liu Ruyan asked, looking at Lin Mo who had started rummaging through drawers and cabinets after returning home.

Hearing this, Lin Mo sighed: "I'll take some changes of clothes and toiletries and go back to the dorm for a couple of days. I'm the only one in the dorm who doesn't have any toiletries!"

Unfortunately, he didn't go when Wang Chu and Chuan Mei were moving their luggage that day, and he just made do with what he had left over for one night. Fortunately, it was Miss Yuan's birthday yesterday, and Lao Zhao stayed at Chuan Mei's place for one night, otherwise he would have taken his toiletries back yesterday.

"Are you going back to stay for a few days?" Liu Ruyan asked with a resentful look, knowing that her period was coming up soon this month.

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo probably thought of this as well, and couldn't help but laugh and say, "Stay a couple more days. I feel like Old Zhao won't be able to stay here for much longer."

Hearing this, Liu Ruyan could only nod helplessly: "Alright, you'll make up for what you owe me for the first half of the month next month."

"If that's how you are, then I'll go stay with Su Su for a few days from now on, so you won't be away from home all the time. I'm so young, and I'm already widowed while I'm still a man. What kind of nonsense is this!"

Lin Mo:

"Alright, I had no choice. I'm leaving now. If you're scared at home, just call Ms. Zhao down. Don't worry, I'm not jealous!" Lin Mo said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Liu Ruyan raised her hand as if to hit him, but Lin Mo quickly ran out of the house with a plastic bag containing toiletries.

That evening, the four of them gathered in the dormitory again. This time, none of them had anything to hide, and they got along even better. Except for the empty corridor, it felt like they had really returned to their college days.

Chuanmei brought back her old computer, and the four of them set up their laptops and started playing together. The dormitory was filled with laughter and joy.

After finishing the game, the four of them ordered barbecue and drank some beer. This time, finally, no one came to check the dorms.

By the end of the night, all four of them were quite drunk. In the middle of the night, they were all lying in bed. Chuanmei and Wang Chu had fallen asleep at some point, while Lin Mo and Lao Zhao were looking at their phones, neither of them saying a word.

Lin Mo couldn't help but ask, "Old Zhao!"

Old Zhao: "What's wrong?"

Lin Mo: "Are you really not planning to stay? It's great that all of us are here. The class monitor and Wang are together, Xiaoyue is with the class monitor, and there's Sister Yuan, Brother Wei and his girlfriend. It's so much fun to be together."

"Working at Chuanzi's studio and my hotel, you wouldn't be allowed to starve, would you? It's all the same who earns this money!"

Just because those two idiots, Wang Chu and Chuan Mei, who could even get into the library, didn't realize that Old Zhao, though seemingly much better these past two days and even smiling, was definitely not a sign that he wanted to stay.

On the contrary, he was leaving, and these past few days he had been trying to leave them with the best side of himself. He couldn't let the last few days of his university life be filled with depressing memories, so no matter what the three of them said, Lao Zhao nodded in agreement.

Seeing a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, seeing a psychologist—no matter what, at least his three roommates would be more at ease when he left. Simply put, he was just playing with the fool. Hearing this, Old Zhao remained silent for a long time before slowly chuckling and saying, "Sigh... I have to go home eventually. My home is in Northeast China, on the Songhua River. That's where my roots are. This isn't it."

Besides, those who love me and those I love, the living and the dead, are all there. Where can I possibly go?

If I leave, what will happen to my parents? Forget about bringing them here. Even if I had the ability, and you could help me while they're alive, my parents have spent their whole lives in our hometown. I can't let them leave their home and live with me when they're old.

Although the Northeast is a bit poor, people still want to return to their roots, don't they?

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo sat up and looked at Old Zhao on the opposite bed for a long time without saying a word.

Old Zhao is a true Northeasterner, and Northeastern literature is like this: you see him smiling as he recounts past events that still break your heart, then casually saying, "It's all in the past."

"Lie down, why are you so surprised?"

Seeing him sit up, Old Zhao, lying on the bed, casually waved his hand and continued, "They say that we children from Northeast China are like dandelions. A gust of wind blows us wherever we are, and that becomes our home. From then on, our hometown becomes our native place, and all we remember about our native place is that piece of black earth covered with white snow."

There are no human traffickers in Northeast China, but children keep going missing. I'm tired, I don't want to leave anymore. I don't want my hometown to become my old home. My hometown is actually quite nice; everyone there knows me!

"Have you thought about what you're going to do when you get back? At least we're here, so there are plenty of opportunities!" Lin Mo said with a smile.

In response, Old Zhao smiled and shook his head: "No, there's a way of life in my hometown. If all the kids from Northeast China leave, who will build up my hometown and revitalize Northeast China?"

Sleep well, don't think too much. Even if I were to leave, it wouldn't be today, or tomorrow. Goodnight!

After saying that, Old Zhao fell silent. Lin Mo remained silent for a long time after hearing this, and finally lay back down on the bed. He was having trouble sleeping.

The next day, Lin Mo and the other three slept until 10 a.m., and then noisily took their basins to the washroom to wash up, just as naturally as when they were in school.

Neither Lin Mo nor Lao Zhao mentioned the issues they had discussed the previous night, as if nothing had happened.

Today is the second day of the college entrance examination, but for these graduating students, it's no different from any other day.

"Alright, what are our plans for today?"

After washing up, Lin Mo changed his clothes in the dormitory and asked.

The Sichuan girl shook her head: "I don't have any plans. At most, I'll go to the studio. Why don't you come work at the studio with me, Lao Zhao? You can see how we usually work."

Don't worry, the job here is very easy, the salary is good, and it's guaranteed to be reliable!

Hearing this, Old Zhao smiled and shook his head: "I still have some old things here that I'm going to get rid of. I was originally going to throw them away, but some things... Anyway, I heard there's a small courtyard secondhand market around here, where senior students like us take our unwanted things to set up stalls before leaving school. Why don't you come with me there?"

He certainly wouldn't sell the Xu Ying's belongings that he brought back from the girls' dormitory; he had already carefully preserved them.

But he really wanted to sell his own things. There were many things he couldn't take with him, and it would be a pity to throw them away, so he might as well sell them.

Every year around these few days, there's a flea market here. Although most of the students from their school left on the 5th and 6th, students from other schools who just finished their thesis defenses are still leaving in droves.

After all, what do high school and college entrance exams have to do with college students?

Director Wang: "I'm fine with anything, it's the same wherever I go!"

Lin Mo: "In that case, let's go to the flea market. Call Sister Yuan; she'll probably enjoy this kind of fun!"

After saying that, Lin Mo and Director Wang helped Old Zhao pack up the things he wanted to sell, while Chuanmei went back to drive.

Soon, the three of them packed up their things and helped carry them downstairs. They loaded Old Zhao's unwanted old goods upstairs and headed straight for the secondhand market.

The so-called flea market was just a temporary setup in an old park square nearby. The four of them found a shady spot, set up their goods, and began their stall business.

"Hey? Where's Sister Yuan? Did you notify Chuanmei?" Lin Mo asked.

Almost half an hour has passed, and Miss Yuan still hasn't arrived. This doesn't make sense.

Sichuan girl: "Yes, she did notify me. She said she'd be here soon. I'll call again to confirm!"

As he spoke, he dialed Miss Yuan's number, and the call was quickly connected.

"Hey Sister Yuan, where are you?"

"Almost there, don't rush me! I have something to do here!" Miss Yuan said breathlessly, and then hung up immediately.

Hearing the busy tone of the phone, the group looked at each other in bewilderment.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the road, Miss Yuan was pushing her electric scooter along the side of a horse, with a traffic policeman slowly following behind.

"Hey, I just didn't wear a helmet, not that I didn't use my brain! I can't ride it, so forget about it!" Miss Yuan shouted.

Traffic police:

Damn it, I can't select it!

(End of this chapter)