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

Ran Qiuye reached out and took the magazine, quickly flipping to the page written by Wang Anping.

After only a quick glance, I knew it was Wang Anping's manuscript.

I thought of Wang Anping.

Ran Qiuye's feelings were somewhat complicated.

Seeing her parents looking at her with inquiring eyes, Ran Qiuye nodded and said:

"I know," wrote a friend of mine.

When the word "friends" was mentioned, Ran Qiuye's eyes flickered.

Ran Jinghong was somewhat taken aback:

"real?"

"What kind of person is that?"

"Today, people in our office are still guessing who this person with the pen name 'The Interceptor' is, and why they chose such a unique pen name."

Ran Qiuye's eyes were somewhat unfocused:

"Of course it's true."

"I was right next to him when he was writing this manuscript, and I was the first person to see his handwritten draft."

"Oh, right, Mom, you've seen that person before too."

"It's that young man who sat next to me reading in the library that day."

Lin Jingshu's eyes widened:

"Is that the young man?"

"So young?"

"I thought that someone who could write such insightful articles must be an old scholar who specializes in literacy teaching and published under a different pen name."

"I didn't expect that young man to be so capable. By the way, what does he do?"

"He looks like a very handsome man."

How did you two meet?

"I've noticed he's often studying in the library; is he preparing for the college entrance exam?"

Lin Jingshu fired off a series of questions, and Ran Qiuye knew all too well the interest in her expression.

But she knew in her heart that it was impossible—

They're already married!

Upon thinking of this, Ran Qiuye's expression dimmed slightly.

Looking at the printed words before me, Wang Anping's calm and confident face once again appeared in my mind.

Ran Qiuye's parents were both intellectuals, and she herself studied Chinese literature at a teacher's college, so she naturally had a bit of a literary and artistic temperament in her bones.

How could one remain unmoved upon encountering a "talented man" like Wang Anping?

but.

They got married!

At this moment, Ran Qiuye suddenly felt a sense of melancholy, as if "her heart had been closed before it was even opened."

Ran Jinghong also recalled what his wife had mentioned before.

I heard that the other person is only in their early twenties.

I couldn't help but exclaim in admiration:

"What a remarkable young man! To come up with such a practical method for learning to read, he must have put in a lot of effort to study it."

Ran Jinghong and Lin Jingshu both come from scholarly families and have studied and lived in Southeast Asia for a period of time, giving them a broader perspective than most people.

These days, many articles are laudatory in nature.

The couple were not interested in this type of article.

In their eyes, Wang Anping's ability to write such a practical and professional article truly demonstrates his talent and learning, making them even more interested in this young man.

Ran Jinghong immediately said:

"Qiuye, your friend is no ordinary person. With such ability, getting into university will definitely not be a problem."

"How about you invite them over for a casual meal?"

"Let's get to know each other."

Lin Jingshu nodded repeatedly, agreeing with her husband's suggestion.

In fact, Ran Jinghong had no ulterior motives; he simply wanted to get to know this talented young man. However, Ran Qiuye was in a dilemma.

If Wang Anping hadn't gotten married, or if she didn't know about this, she would have been overjoyed by her parents' suggestion.

But now, she's filled with conflicting emotions and can't yet directly explain the reason—

Dad just invited some friends over for dinner.

It would seem strange if she refused on the grounds that "the other party is married".

She could only mumble incoherently:

"I'm not very familiar with him; we've only met twice."

"I'll ask him again next time I run into him at the library."

"Besides, he's currently focused on studying for the exam, so he might not have time to participate in these things."

Lin Jingshu laughed and joked from the side:

"Still saying we're not familiar?"

"I can see that the 'Kaiming Chinese Language Lectures' and 'Fan's Large Algebra' that he uses in the library still have your father's notes and annotations on them."

"What's wrong?"

"Could it be that our two books just flew there and ended up in his hands?"

Ran Qiuye's face instantly turned bright red.

He opened his mouth, but didn't know how to explain.

You can't exactly say that you didn't know he was already married, and that you lent him your books because you had some feelings for him, only to find out in the end that you were just being delusional, right?

Thinking of this, Ran Qiuye couldn't help but sigh softly, her heart filled with unsettled melancholy.

However, Ran Qiuye wasn't the only one feeling melancholy tonight.

Yan Bugui was among them.

midnight.

Yan Bugui's family.

Everyone in the family was fast asleep. Yan Bugui sat alone at the eight-immortal table in the outer room. A dim kerosene lamp was lit on the table, its wick flickering and casting a long shadow of him.

A stack of manuscript paper lay on the table, with "Primary School Teacher" magazine spread out.

Yan Bugui held a pen in his hand.

I've been stunned for a long time, still completely clueless.

This issue of "Primary School Teacher" has several more pages than usual.

Wang Anping's submission, "The Three-Character Formula for Efficient Literacy: A Simple Method for Literacy Teaching in Primary Schools at the Grassroots Level," is a serialized work. This publication only presents one of the methods, which, with over six thousand words, takes up eight or nine pages.

Wang Anping was initially surprised that the manuscript was published so quickly, but in fact, the publisher had deliberately adjusted the process.

Logically speaking...

Once a manuscript passes review, it is published on a fixed schedule.

However, when a manuscript is of outstanding quality, special arrangements are made, and Wang Anping's manuscript is one of those.

After reading the manuscript, editor Liu Qi immediately reported to the editor-in-chief. After some discussion, the editorial department felt that the manuscript was of extremely high quality and decided to publish it in the current issue of the magazine.

Yan Bugui has read this article over and over again.

I know it perfectly well.

The quality of this manuscript is really good.

Although he teaches mathematics, the range of subjects in elementary school is not very wide, and he can still tell whether an article is well-written or not, and whether it has practical value.

That's why he felt even more conflicted.

The envy for Wang Anping was almost overflowing—it wasn't just a considerable fee for the manuscript, but also a rare honor.

If only I could write such an article.

How wonderful that would be!

……

In order to coincide with the first national unified college entrance examination.

Not only schools at all levels, but also many organizations such as neighborhood committees and cultural centers have opened night schools to give social candidates more opportunities to review and prepare for exams.

After hearing about this, Wang Anping also planned to go and see what was going on.

He was fairly confident in his science subjects.

But this was an era he was unfamiliar with, and the textbooks for subjects like history and geography were very different from those he had studied in later generations.

Especially common political sense.

If you don't specifically supplement it, you'll definitely suffer.

Most of the teachers who teach at night schools are currently teachers in schools.

Most of the teachers at night school are in-service teachers transferred from various schools. With their instruction, these social candidates can gradually close the gap with graduating high school seniors.

Wang Anping chose the night school at the cultural center.

Night school at this time was very flexible.

You can pay and attend classes on the spot. Each class costs only five cents, and it's even cheaper if you pay monthly.