On the night of October 6th, the Village Chief's home in Ruxi Village was exceptionally lively.
After Luo Ye and the others returned to town today, they would leave directly from town tomorrow morning.
In other words, once they left tonight, they would not be coming back.
Come to think of it, time really had flown by. As the longest holiday after summer and winter break, National Day had passed in the blink of an eye.
The Village Chief's yard was large, and everyone sang, danced, and chatted about everyday life within it.
The students shared stories about their families with the villagers and spoke to the village children about the wonderful things in university life.
Different people, different lives.
By sharing their stories with one another, their lives became connected, and someone else's life was woven into their own memories, becoming part of their experience.
At the same time, the children began growing curious about university life and started talking about their dreams.
"I want to get into Qingbei!"
"I want to get into Magic City!"
"I want to attend a teachers' college and become a teacher."
"I want to have eight a.m. classes!"
That last child's statement was a little outrageous.
Luo Ye looked over and asked in surprise, "Where did you learn that filthy language?"
"Filthy language? No, another big brother said it. He said the most miserable thing about university was eight a.m. classes. If I can have eight a.m. classes, I'll definitely become someone amazing."
Hearing that, Luo Ye slowly nodded.
There was logic to it, but not much.
Still, there was something Luo Ye wanted to correct for everyone.
Standing among the children, he said, "Kids, getting into university is only one way to achieve your dreams, but getting into university is not the