Around this time every month, the family of the bespectacled male knowledge youth would send him some supplies. Consequently, he always took a day off on this specific date to travel into town and collect his mail.
Before he set off back to the village, the postman stopped him and asked him to deliver a letter to Deng Yuyuan at the Knowledge Youth Institute.
The envelope was so thin that anyone who touched it instinctively realized a harsh truth: Deng Yuyuan's family could offer her no real support. Compared to the small, packed bundle strapped to the bespectacled male knowledge youth's back, the flimsy letter felt especially ironic.
Having waited for nearly a month, Deng Yuyuan had already given up hope for a reply.
