"Is there an acceptance letter for my son Zhiyuan?"
"Did my Zhiyuan get into college?"
As Zhao Juxiang watched the postman step back, she couldn't help but step forward, saying excitedly, "Comrade postman, please say something."
Seeing him remain silent, Zhao Juxiang kept urging him.
"Yes."
As the postman reached into his green bag for the acceptance letter, he said, "There is a letter."
To avoid what happened last year, the postman quickly took out the acceptance letter.
"You got in, Zhiyuan! You've been admitted to college!"
Zhao Juxiang had waited day and night and finally received the long-awaited acceptance letter.
"That's wonderful, my Zhiyuan is really accomplished."
Zhao Juxiang's voice was shrill, and when she shouted, the nearby neighbors could all hear her.
"Mom, did I really get in?" Xu Zhiyuan had been napping; startled by Zhao Juxiang's shout, he jumped up immediately.
"Of course it's true, look, here's the admission letter."
