Traveling back to 1952, starting a comeback from a relief station

As soon as Wang Anping settled into his seat in the library, a stack of books was gently pushed towards him—a set of elementary school textbooks.

A voice, barely audible, reached my ears:

"Aren't you preparing for the college entrance exam? I bet you'll be here to study today."

"There are so many people in the library, the textbooks might get taken by someone else, so I just grabbed a set for you."

What if I don't come?

Then all that work would have been for nothing!

He certainly wouldn't say that; didn't that young girl have any shame?

He had barely settled in when Ran Qiuye next to him began rummaging through her schoolbag. A moment later, she pulled out two books and pushed them in front of him, whispering:

"My dad told me that I can read these two books to review for the college entrance exam. They can cover all the knowledge points and are very helpful for exam preparation."

"I happen to have one at home, so I'll bring it to you to take a look."

These were indeed said by Ran's father.

but.

Ran Qiuye didn't say anything.

She secretly took those two books from home.

Wang Anping took the books and saw that they were two sets of books called "Kaiming Chinese Language Lectures" and "Fan's Great Algebra". He opened them and saw that they contained core general materials.

"Thank you so much!"

"With these materials, reviewing will be much easier."

He thanked them sincerely.

Wang Anping never attended school in this era; all his knowledge came from self-study of books. The more materials he had, the more his knowledge base could expand.

However, let's put the review aside for now.

He needs to finish the draft he didn't finish yesterday.

I casually flipped through my elementary school textbook to organize my thoughts, then took out some draft paper to prepare to start writing.

Ran Qiuye kept secretly glancing in his direction.

Seeing him spread out the manuscript paper, he quickly asked:

"Can I take a look at it after you finish writing it?"

Wang Anping nodded in agreement:

"Okay, but it'll take a while. I'm almost done writing."

Once he gets into a writing state, Wang Anping becomes completely absorbed in his work, forgetting all about the surrounding noise and the little girl's little thoughts beside him.

About three hours later.

It was almost noon when the manuscript was finally finished.

Seeing Ran Qiuye's expectant look, he handed her the manuscript and went to pour himself a cup of free hot water.

When he returned with the water, Ran Qiuye had already finished reading the rest of the text, and looked up at him with surprise in her eyes:

"You graduated quite a few years ago, haven't you?"

"It's amazing that he can still remember so many points, and he explained them more clearly than our teacher."

Wang Anping took a sip of hot water and smiled:

"I've never been to school, and I just started working recently..."

He briefly explained his situation, and the little girl's amazement deepened, as if she were listening to a legendary tale.

After listening, he exclaimed:

"You're really amazing!"

"He already had a stable job, yet he dared to quit and devote himself entirely to preparing for the college entrance examination."

After a pause, Ran Qiuye's face showed a conflicted expression, and her voice lowered even further:

Do you think... I'm capable of taking the college entrance exam?

"The school has already made arrangements. If all goes well, I will be able to become a teacher at a factory-run primary school in the second half of the year."

"But recently I've seen a lot of people preparing for the college entrance exam, and I'm a little tempted to try it like you."

"My dad supports me."

"But my mom always makes me think things through thoroughly, afraid that it will interfere with both work and exams."

Wang Anping shrugged and said:

Ultimately, it depends on your own feelings.

He knew in his heart what would happen to Ran Qiuye later—

Her parents were returned overseas Chinese, and their status was still relatively favorable at the moment. However, when trouble comes in the future, this status will become an inescapable shackle, and she will also be implicated.

When that time comes, having too much education might not be a good thing.

A secondary vocational school teacher training diploma will not be considered low in the next twenty or thirty years, enough to make a comfortable living.

Upon hearing this, Ran Qiuye lowered her eyes and fell into deep thought, clearly troubled by the matter.

Wang Anping didn't try to persuade him any further.

His gaze fell on the workbook in front of her.

Most of the questions above have been completed, except for the last plane geometry question, which is left blank with some scribbles next to it, indicating that the question has stumped the student.

"May I take a look at this question?"

Wang Anping greeted them and reached for the exercise book.

He casually drew two auxiliary lines on the geometric figure, and the solution instantly became clear.

He pointed to the graphic and explained the key points of graphic transformation to Ran Qiuye.

Then, as if deep in thought, he asked:

"Is this question difficult for you teacher-training students?"

Ran Qiuye was still pondering his line of reasoning when she heard this and nodded quickly, her eyes filled with disbelief:

"You really never went to school?"

"Many of us got stuck on this problem, how did you figure out the solution so quickly?"

Wang Anping casually remarked:

"Just do more."

"Once you've seen enough of these questions, you'll naturally be able to answer them when you encounter similar ones again."

This is not Wang Anping or Ersai.

He was someone who had experienced the sea of ​​problems that followed in later generations, so this kind of geometry problem, which was at most at the junior high school level, was something he could easily figure out at a glance.

But in Ran Qiuye's eyes, this was too outrageous.

These days.

Problems are scarce and paper is expensive, so there's nowhere to find practice problems if you want to "practice".

Many students, in order to practice more problems, will stay up all night copying them into their notebooks and pondering them repeatedly when they hear that others have new problems. Many of these problems are the first time they have encountered them.

Unlike Wang Anping, who solved it so easily.

It was nearly noon, and the students in the library were taking out their lunches, mostly cornbread with pickled vegetables.

Ran Qiuye took a packaged bag of soda crackers out of her schoolbag, placed it on the table, carefully pushed it towards Wang Anping, and whispered:

"Here, have this. I brought two packs with me."

Hey!

This is a rare item!

Although in Wang Anping's eyes, these soda crackers were not as satisfying as the peach shortbread and baked fruit from the pastry shop.

But in those days, packaged biscuits were considered much more upscale than loose ones, and ordinary families simply couldn't afford to buy them.

Several envious glances immediately fell from the side.

Wang Anping is upright and honest, and his relationship with this girl is purely academic and friendly, so he has nothing to fear from gossip.

He took out the roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) he had brought and waved it at Ran Qiuye.

He pushed the cookie back and laughed:

"I brought lunch, you can eat it yourself, don't go hungry."

A blush crept across Ran Qiuye's face—this was the first time she had ever offered food to a boy on her own initiative.

I wasn't ashamed of being rejected; I was just a little curious.

"I saw you bringing this to eat yesterday, and you're still doing it today. Did you make this yourself?"

"It looks quite unique."

Wang Anping waved his hand and said:

"I didn't make it; my wife prepared it for me."

"Your wife?"

Ran Qiuye was stunned for a moment, her face full of astonishment:

"You're already married?"

Wang Anping took a big bite of his sandwich and nodded:

"Yes, they just got married a few days ago. It's a pity that the wedding candies were all given out long ago, otherwise I could have invited you to have a piece of wedding candy."

Well……

The stewed dried wild rabbit meat smelled so good!

Ran Qiuye, who was standing next to her, immediately fell silent, her hand gripping the pen tightening unconsciously.