Twenty years ago, my sister took the college entrance examination for someone else and was caught on the spot. On the third day after she was released from the detention center, she disappeared in a heavy rain. My father turned gray overnight, and my mother never touched a printing press again for the rest of her life. Zhou Zheng had been looking for her for twenty years, but only found a rusty iron writing box.
When he opened his eyes again, he returned to July 7, 1998. Outside the county No. 1 High school examination room, there were only nine minutes left before my sister entered the venue with someone else's admission ticket.
This time, Zhou Zheng tore up the false evidence and stopped her, and also stopped the Zhou family's nightmare for the rest of their lives. But his sister told him with red eyes: "Brother, if you don't let me in today, dad won't survive tonight."
From a fake admission ticket, a replaced type plate, to the first used book consignment shop in the county, Zhou Zheng gradually understood that what he wanted to change was not just an exam, but also an era when favors were regarded as debts, silence as understanding, and ordinary people's names were casually changed.
