The days awaiting the results were agonizing, and Yue Jiannan initially distracted himself fiercely for two days.
He ran wildly across the hills and fields like a heedless young boy.
He even sneaked to the back mountain once.
Lin Chunju, after being assured by Yue Qingqing that there was no danger, turned a blind eye to it as if she hadn't seen anything.
Only during dinner on those two nights, there was an extra dish of braised rabbit meat on the table.
But a few days later, a habit Yue Jiannan had developed began to haunt him again.
Every day, he sat on the threshold in the outer courtyard, clutching his books and watching.
Whenever a postman passed by on his bicycle, Yue Jiannan would stop him to ask a few questions.
The postman eventually got used to it, and would call out as he squeezed the handle of his bicycle.
"The admission letter hasn't arrived yet."
Yue Jiannan would then sit back down on the threshold, sulkily touch his nose, and continue reading.