Xu Qinghuan waited for a while, but hadn't been called yet, so she looked around. Unsurprisingly, this would be the place where she'd live for the next three to four years.
In memory, the college entrance examination resumed in '77.
In the corner of her eye, she saw her savior. The young man was leaning against a ramshackle tractor, holding a cigarette between his fingers. The smoke curled around his well-defined knuckles, his long legs crossed as he lowered his gaze, seemingly lost in thought.
Perhaps sensing Xu Qinghuan's gaze, he looked over, his eyes somewhat fierce, glancing at her with a hint of warning, then quickly looked away elsewhere.
What a fierce guy, she hadn't even thanked him yet.
"Come over here, I'll call names, and you all follow the respective production teams!" Officer Xu clapped his hands, calling everyone to gather around, and started calling names.
