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

In the room, Chen Xueru was studying the few sheets of paper that Wang Anping had given her.

Several patterns of women's clothing were drawn on the paper.

There are shirts and pants. Although the artwork isn't particularly aesthetically pleasing, it does showcase the style and details.

Chen Xueru grew up surrounded by fabric shops in her family.

I could tell the trick at a glance.

These styles look simple, yet they exude a clean and elegant aesthetic.

Although only minor changes were made to the neckline and waist, they created a stunning and refreshing look.

She put down the drawings, let out a long sigh of relief, got up and walked over to Wang Anping, who was flipping through a book. She reached out and hugged him around the waist, her voice filled with excitement and emotion:

"Anping, how did you come up with that? It's amazing!"

"These outfits are guaranteed to sell out!"

"You're right, we should just make them into garments and sell them directly."

"We need to get a batch out and sell it first. Before others follow suit and imitate us, we can establish a good reputation and gain an advantage."

Whether it was because she couldn't control her emotions or because she was at home, Chen Xueru didn't hold back at all at this moment.

Wang Anping was taken aback, then smiled.

He turned around and hugged her, gently stroking her with his palm.

This woman was not only generous and open-minded, but also had the figure of a mature woman. She was more voluptuous than Qin Huairu when held, especially her full and firm breasts.

The key point is that it violates the law of universal gravitation and doesn't sag at all, which is simply unscientific.

Wang Anping began by saying:

"I am married."

Chen Xueru, however, didn't care at all. Instead, she took the initiative to get closer, her tone carrying a hint of stubbornness:

"I don't care!"

"You are so outstanding."

"I'd rather follow you without any official status than marry just anyone; that would make life meaningless."

"Just give me one child in the future."

After a tender moment, half an hour had passed.

Chen Xueru blushed slightly, and with some difficulty, she straightened her clothes. Gazing at Wang Anping with a dreamy look in her eyes, a mixture of satisfaction and shyness, she chuckled softly:

"I never imagined it would taste like this..."

Wang Anping was speechless for a moment.

After getting dressed, he left Chen Xueru's small villa.

Experiencing such a battle for the first time, Chen Xueru's steps were slightly unsteady as she slowly walked downstairs.

Wang Ma then came out of the kitchen. Seeing her like this, she opened her mouth, hesitated for a while, and then asked softly:

"Xueru, didn't you invite your friend to stay for dinner?"

Chen Xueru glanced at Wang Ma and said:

"He has other things to do."

"By the way... don't tell Grandma about this yet."

Wang Ma nodded silently.

Wang Anping hadn't gone far on his bicycle when he caught sight of a tricycle passing by at the intersection. The rider looked familiar, and he instinctively called out:

"Uncle He!"

But the person didn't stop at all and just rode away.

"strangeness……"

"It looks like it, but it doesn't seem like it."

"Are there really people in this world who look so alike?"

Wang Anping had some doubts.

The person who rode past just now does look remarkably like He Daqing, but he looks much younger, and his clothes are dirty, tattered, and covered in patches. He could not possibly be He Daqing.

The two look so alike, could they be related?

It was a little after 3 p.m.

Yan Bugui returned to the courtyard with his books.

Nowadays, lower grades finish school early, at three o'clock, so he, as a teacher, can also leave work early, which is a decent perk.

Yan Bugui was about to enter the house.

Looking up, he noticed tender shoots sprouting from the vegetable patch in front of Wang Anping's door, and a hint of envy appeared in his eyes.

I'm thinking about it.

The sound of a bicycle stopping came from the gate of the courtyard.

Soon, a postman came in, carrying a large envelope.

He greeted Yan Bugui when he saw him.

Somewhat curious, I asked:

"Teacher Yan, there's a guy here named Wang Anping, is he from your department?"

Yan Bugui nodded quickly and pointed inside:

"Yes, they just moved in, they live right next to me."

"Do you have a letter from him?"

"He and his partner haven't gotten off work yet. Give it to me, I'll transfer it to him later."

The postman handed the envelope to Yan Bugui and then turned and left.

Yan Bugui didn't pay much attention at first.

These days, the only way to stay in touch with relatives and friends in other places is by writing letters.

He initially thought it was a letter from Wang Anping's hometown, but when he saw the address on the envelope and the publisher's logo, Yan Bugui was stunned.

This is a special envelope from the People's Education Press, sent by the editorial department.

He had seen this kind of envelope once last year.

A teacher at the school submitted an article that was accepted for publication. The magazine replied with an envelope that looked exactly like this one; it was sent by the editorial department of "Primary School Teacher".

He remembers it all clearly.

The teacher published an article and received four yuan in royalties, which caused quite a stir in the school and sparked a wave of submissions.

Yan Bugui himself also participated in the voting twice.

As a result, all of them disappeared without a trace.

Because he was reluctant to spend the money on envelopes and paper, he gave up completely after submitting the papers twice.

"No way... Could it be that Wang Anping submitted a piece too?"

Yan Bugui squeezed the envelope and could feel that it contained a magazine, about the same size as the "Primary School Teacher" magazine that the school had to subscribe to.

The women chatting in the courtyard also heard the commotion, and Yang Ruihua got up and went over to see what was going on.

Before long, the news spread throughout the courtyard.

When Yan Bugui recounted the situation at his school last year, everyone immediately started discussing it, wondering what was in the envelope and whether it contained royalties as well.

The envelope was passed around among the people before finally being taken back by Yan Bugui.

Faced with a cacophony of speculation, Yan Bugui waved his hand:

"There's no point in guessing."

"We'll find out what happened when Wang Anping gets back."

"However, I doubt the article will be accepted."

"Those who can publish articles in those kinds of magazines are all people in the education field; it's generally very difficult for outsiders to get published."

Despite saying that, Yan Bugui felt uneasy and even had a growing sense of crisis.

In this courtyard house.

He has always considered himself an "intellectual".

Wang Anping is currently preparing for the college entrance examination. If he publishes articles in magazines again, he will become a true cultural figure.

evening.

Wang Anping is back.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, Yan Bugui, who had been waiting, came out of the house and followed Wang Xiwu.

As Yan Bugui followed him into the house, he lowered his voice and said:

"Anping, there's a letter for you today. It's from the editorial department of 'Primary School Teacher.' I had Huairu keep it."

Wang Anping was slightly taken aback, somewhat surprised:

"You replied so quickly?"

"Could it be... that the manuscript was returned and I need to revise it?"

In his memory, manuscripts that are not accepted usually do not receive a reply; only those that need revision or have already been accepted will receive a message.

Once accepted, the journal is usually sent back after the article is published, and the process takes quite a while.

Wang Anping guessed that the publisher's reply was so quick that it was for revisions.

But as soon as he said that...

Yan Bugui, standing nearby, was completely dumbfounded:

"No... Anping, you... you really submitted an article to 'Primary School Teacher' magazine?"