Old Mrs. Wei handed the materials to Mother Wei, then stood up and looked at Wei Yanping who was standing aside.
"Do you know everything about your brother?"
Wei Yanping nodded, "My brother won first place in the national physics competition! Then the National University of Science and Technology directly admitted my brother, and Wang Ziyi and Wang Zinan from the Wang family were also with him. Admitted.
National University of Science and Technology is a good university, and everyone at the school is issued with military uniforms. "
Wei Yanping followed Qi Yuan to report, so he was full of pride when talking about these things, without the panic of Wei Mu and the others.
Mother Wei was afraid because she didn't know the situation at the university, and Mrs. Wei was silent because she felt sorry for Wei Xiangdong.
After listening to Wei Yanping's words, Mrs. Wei guessed more clearly.
How could it be that he happened to meet a classmate from the Wang family who was a high-ranking official and exempted him from all tuition and miscellaneous fees? How could it be such a good thing?
Old Mrs. Wei did not miss the three characters "Junior Class". What class is that?
That is a gifted class, and they are the pillars of the country.
She had always known that Xiang Dong was smart. When he gave up the college entrance examination and insisted on participating in this competition, she knew that the child was older and had his own ideas.
The child is too smart. Maybe helping him is not the Wang family's original intention, but a higher intention.
Mrs. Wei is also a person who has seen the world, so she sees these issues much more clearly than Mother Wei.
In the past, geniuses were rare talents. How many people protected them?
Even now, the country is in urgent need of talents.
Old Mrs. Wei knew that Xiangdong had now joined the military and entered the National University of Science and Technology. He might not have a choice in his future life.
But Mrs. Wei just sighed again, calmed down her emotions, and started laughing.
"Or maybe we are ignorant and have misunderstood. This is a good thing. What about Xiangdong?
What a good boy, you didn’t tell us such a great thing, which made my old lady think he didn’t pass the exam.
I am still calculating how many coffin books I need to get to review for him. "
Mrs. Wei's relaxed words made Mother Wei feel completely relieved.
Mother Wei smiled and helped Old Mrs. Wei walk to the yard.
Mrs. Wei smiled and nodded, but Father Wei was faster than them. He had been looking at Qi Yuan in the yard with a proud expression for a while.
In the entire Hongxing Town, there is no one who is more promising than his Xiangdong family.
Not only did he get into college, but he also joined the military. If he was outstanding, the country even offered to pay for him to go to college.
This is so promising!
He was still ranked first in the country in some competition. Isn't this the number one pick in ancient times?
He, Lao Wei, has raised a son who is number one!
Father Wei stood next to Qi Yuan and smiled so hard that he couldn't close his mouth.
"Look at you like that, what do you mean when you smile?" Mother Wei couldn't help but say something when she saw Father Wei's look.
"Aren't you the same as me? Who's laughing at who?"
Father Wei turned around and quarreled with Mother Wei.
Old Mrs. Wei was stunned. Qi Yuan was standing in the yard wearing a brand-new military uniform. He was tall and tall. The green military uniform on his body made Old Mrs. Wei stunned by his resolute and reliable temperament.
Qi Yuan just smiled softly and stood there straight. Mrs. Wei's eyes turned red.
"Dongming..."
Old Mrs. Wei took a few steps in a hurry and staggered down the steps. She stumbled because she walked too hastily.
Fortunately, Wei Yanping kept supporting Old Mrs. Wei so that she didn't fall.
Qi Yuan saw that Mrs. Wei's steps were unsteady and she took a few steps forward and reached out to help her.
Old Mrs. Wei stabilized her figure and saw Qi Yuan reaching out and bending down to help her. She looked up with tears streaming down her face.
Mrs. Wei looked at the familiarity between Qi Yuan's brows and eyes, and those vague memories became clearer bit by bit, as if they had been opened by a key.
Looking at Qi Yuan, Mrs. Wei seemed to have seen Wei Dongming coming back in military uniform.
At that time, the country was in trouble, so he joined the Volunteer Army without saying a word, put on a military uniform and left with a quilt on his back.
At that time, Wei's father was just over a year old. Even though the old man has been gone for decades, Mrs. Wei still often dreams about the previous scenes.
At that time, the Cui family fell. She was the daughter of a landlord, and there were Japanese troops everywhere. In that war-torn era, it was Dongming who held her hand tightly and ran all the way to the base.
He didn't mind that she was a charming young lady from a wealthy landowner's family who couldn't do anything, and she certainly couldn't mind that he was just a poor boy working as a long-term laborer in her family.
The war finally ended and they settled down in Red Star Town. However, within a few years of their stable life, he left with his luggage.
Old Mrs. Wei held Qi Yuan's hands tightly, her vision blurred by tears, and for a moment she didn't know exactly where she was.
She thought about it all the time, maybe she just had a dream. When she opened her eyes again, Dongming was standing at the door of the courtyard wearing a military uniform with a proud look on his face.
"Wanwan, look, I won the battle again..."
But she waited day after day, and in the end all she waited for was a military uniform, a pile of letters and his death notice.
The boy who said he would protect her for the rest of his life finally left her sight.
Old Mrs. Wei was already crying.
"Dongming..."
When Old Mrs. Wei called out this familiar name again after so many years, her hair was already gray.
Qi Yuan didn't speak, but just shook Old Mrs. Wei's hands that were as dry as tree bark.
"Look, I said I would come back. I have won many battles..."
Qi Yuan's words were calm and gentle, with a full sense of pride.
As soon as these familiar words came out, Mrs. Wei stopped crying and looked up at Qi Yuan with eyes full of shock.
Old Mrs. Wei felt her throat was clogged, and her nose became sore and she shed tears again.
How much she wished that these words were not Xiangdong's words to comfort her, how much she wished that these words were Dongming's words to show off her triumph.
It's just that she waited too long, waited until her hair turned white, and waited until her grandson was so old, but she still didn't wait for this sentence.
Qi Yuan hugged Old Mrs. Wei, who cried hoarsely.
Father Wei watched the scene in front of him and kept wiping tears.
When the notification of his father's death came back, he was already five years old, and he only remembered that his mother was particularly strong in accepting the fact.
He became aggressive when those people came to make plans for his house, and even went out to scold the homeless people with kitchen knives when they were wandering outside his house.
From the day after receiving the death notice, Mrs. Wei no longer had the word gentleness.
Now that he saw Old Mrs. Wei venting her anger, Father Wei was crying with snot and tears.
Their status as family members of martyrs allowed them to survive that era, but if possible, who wouldn't want their family members to be alive and by their side?
