Reborn in 1977

Chapter 588: Improvised Storytelling

Chen Fan pushed open the small door and, amidst enthusiastic applause, stepped onto the podium with a light stride.

The applause intensified when he appeared.

As he walked onto the stage, Wang Zibo grabbed his arm and whispered, "It's all yours here."

Chen Fan responded with a smile, "Old Wang, that's not fair. You're pulling me in as a last resort. What am I supposed to talk about later?"

Wang Zibo said, "Tui, pulling you in? I've already covered for you for ten minutes, my throat is hoarse. This question should have been yours anyway."

Chen Fan said, "Alright, a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes, and we're even."

Wang Zibo, "… Deal."

At this moment, the applause gradually subsided, but Chen Fan raised his hands and clapped, "Let's thank Teacher Wang for his sharing with applause."

The applause rang out again, and Wang Zibo, raising his hands, laughed and stepped down.

After he entered the lounge, Chen Fan raised his hand and pressed down, and the scene immediately quieted down.

He first glanced around and then said with a smile, "The question from this student just now has not officially ended, so I will continue from where Teacher Wang left off."

As he spoke, he walked off the stage and went towards Ning Jingmin down the steps.

Walking up to him, he carefully sized up Ning Jingmin a few times, then walked down two more steps and asked the student who had asked the question, "This student, do you have anything to add?"

The person blushed and lowered his head, "N-no, nothing."

He originally had a few more sentences, but considering the difficulty of this task, which was almost equivalent to writing an essay based on a picture, he couldn't even come up with a 200-word essay, so he simply gave up.

Chen Fan waved his hand with a smile and said, "It's okay. The reason why everyone is sitting in this classroom is because they love literature, and their creative abilities need to be improved, so they have gathered together from afar. We are all working hard for our literary ideals, there is nothing to be embarrassed about."

Hearing this, most of the students in the audience nodded slightly, and some even felt ashamed for secretly mocking him in their hearts just now.

That student's level was certainly not good, but how much better were they?

Learning with an open mind and working hard to improve is the right path!

Chen Fan raised his hand again and pressed down, and the scene immediately quieted down, "Alright, I'll give everyone a demonstration."

He turned to look at Ning Jingmin, and then walked down.

As he walked, he said, "He is an educated youth, surnamed Liang, named Aimeng. After graduating from high school, he decided to actively apply to go to the countryside, and the destination was Inner Mongolia, where the 'Three Thousand Orphans Enter Inner Mongolia' program took place."

In a blink of an eye, Chen Fan returned to the podium, propped his hands on the table, and his eyes seemed to penetrate time, returning to 20 years ago, "At that time, there was a shortage of supplies. In Shanghai, Jiangsu, Zhejiang, and Anhui, more than 3,000 orphans were living in difficult conditions. At this time, Inner Mongolia opened its arms and accepted them.

It was also at that time that Liang Aimeng was still young and was infected by this incident, so his parents changed his name to Aimeng.

Ten years later, Liang Aimeng graduated from high school, and he decided to go to the land that his parents had told him about since he was a child, and take root there…"

On the podium, Chen Fan improvised.

The students below listened intently.

Even Ning Jingmin stared wide-eyed, is he talking about me?

Chen Fan glanced at his watch imperceptibly, it was almost time for dinner, he had to speed up the pace.

But the necessary content could not be reduced.

From Liang Aimeng's initial unsuitability to Inner Mongolia, to the harsh natural environment of the vast grassland, especially when winter came, the entire grassland was covered with thick snow, and the people living on the grassland had to take care of the sheep, store fodder, build warm places, collect fuel…

Liang Aimeng, who was arranged to be a primary school teacher, not only had to work with other educated youths and herdsmen to do these things, but also had to ride horses to different settlements to teach the students.

But while he was spreading his efforts and love on the vast grassland, he did not forget his ideal, which was to become a glorious people's writer. …

In just half an hour, with Chen Fan's narration, the students seemed to see a young man rushing from Shanghai to Inner Mongolia, his fair skin becoming dry and brown, riding on horseback day after day, spreading knowledge and sowing hope.

Until one day, when he saw a report in the newspaper that the Jiangnan Writers Association Correspondence Center was recruiting students, he resolutely decided to apply.

Because of the distance, he chose to register by telegram first, then write a letter, remit money, and finally was successfully admitted and was fortunate to be selected as a student in the third face-to-face class.

When he set off, the herdsmen of the entire production team came to see him off, cooking cattle and slaughtering sheep, as if holding a Nadaam.

Listening to the narration, his eyes were full of longing.

When Chen Fan clapped three times and announced the end of the story, almost everyone stood up and applauded.

Many people around Ning Jingmin greeted him.

"Old Liang, I didn't expect your experience to be so tortuous, your spirit is worth learning from."

"Old Liang, well done, I will definitely take you as an example, study hard and repay the society."

"Old Liang, it's not easy for you, riding a horse first, then taking a car, changing trains to cars, how difficult it is."

"It must be a long way from Inner Mongolia, you must be tired along the way,…"

Ning Jingmin looked terrified, his left hand was held and his right hand was held, and he couldn't interrupt even if he wanted to explain.

After finally finding an opportunity, he quickly shouted loudly, "I am not Liang Aimeng, I am Ning Jingmin!"

At the entrance of the lounge, Tan Yong and the others were dumbfounded, looked at each other, and thought, can a literary creation class be taught like this?

Wang Zibo took a breath of cool air, "This novel is very mature."

Tan Yong nodded in agreement, "First of all, taking 'Three Thousand Orphans Enter Inner Mongolia' as the background and linking it with the educated youth going to the countryside constitutes a closed loop of mutual cause and effect.

Secondly, the description of the harsh natural environment of Inner Mongolia with the educated youth's initial unsuitability naturally makes people think of the noble qualities of their initial choice to accept orphans under such circumstances, thus sublimating the spiritual realm. …"

Several Chinese department teachers from Jiangnan University also joined the discussion, including Chen Fan's old acquaintance, Guo Huaimin from the Yunhu Correspondence Point, who is now also one of the teaching teachers in the Chinese department.

It's just that while he was discussing, he was also thinking about other things.

While they were discussing Chen Fan's temporary work, Bian Huifang quickly sent Chen Fan's kettle up.

Chen Fan stood on the podium, unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip of water. After Ning Jingmin shouted, the scene quieted down. He then said with a smile, "This student, what is your name?"

Ning Jingmin swallowed and looked at Chen Fan, feeling a little flustered.

Except for the big background and some small details in the story just now, the rest was very similar to his own experience. How did Chen Fan know?

So he was stunned for two or three seconds before he said cautiously, "My name is Liang Ai… ah no, my name is Ning Jingmin."

Chen Fan waved his hand, signaling everyone not to laugh, and then asked with a smile, "Where are you from?"

Ning Jingmin blinked, "Inner Mongolia, Xilingol League."

As soon as this was said, the scene began to clamor again.

"Is it really Inner Mongolia?"

"I talked to him, he's also an old educated youth, it's been ten years."

"Dare you still say you're not Liang Aimeng?!"

Chen Fan quickly raised his hand and pressed down, and after the noise disappeared, he said, "Everyone, Teacher Wang just asked everyone to use this classmate as a sample and make up a background for him. What I just said was also made up on the spot. The truth is, I'm meeting this classmate for the first time and know nothing about his experience."

As soon as he finished speaking, the scene was silent for two seconds. As the first applause rang out, applause thundered in an instant.

Countless classmates applauded and talked.

"Amazing, just by looking at it twice, he can make up such a long and good story, and it's so similar to Lao Liang's, ah no, Lao Ning's situation."

"Yeah, yeah, no wonder Chen Fan is not very old, but he can write so many excellent works. This skill is really hard to learn."

"I'm convinced, I'm convinced. I used to doubt how Chen Fan could write so many good articles at such a young age. Today, I am completely convinced!"

"Who says it isn't!"

Chen Fan pressed his hand down again, and when it was quiet, he continued, "Although it is made up on the spot, it can't be made up blindly."

He walked off the podium and walked towards Ning Jingmin, and everyone's eyes moved with his steps.

Soon he walked up to Ning Jingmin, and Chen Fan began to teach on the spot, "Everyone, please see, classmate Ning Jingmin's complexion is dark, his skin is relatively dry, and the pigmentation in different parts of his face is not very uniform. This is a typical characteristic of people in the northwest or north, where there is plenty of sunshine.

But if it is on the plateau, there will be obvious plateau red, but classmate Ning does not have it, so I judge that it may be in the Inner Mongolia area.

Of course, this guess may not be accurate, but it doesn't matter, we are engaged in creation, as long as it can be logically justified, and the background setting conforms to the image characteristics of the people in the area."

He turned around and looked around, and asked, "Students, what do you think of when you think of this area?"

Someone answered, "Grassland.", "Mongolian.", "Herdsman.", "Horse riding.", "The wind blows the grass low to see cattle and sheep.", "The long river sets in the sun, and the desert is lonely and smoke is straight."

And so on.

When they had said almost everything, Chen Fan said, "That's right, everyone is right, then these things can become the elements of our creation. Then, according to these elements, conceive a kind of plot and incorporate everything that can be used.

When we combine these plots with a reasonable logic, we can form a complete story. The identity I set for classmate Ning Jingmin is an educated youth, because his appearance is not similar to that of Mongolians, so this setting is justifiable…"

He Qingsheng set Chen Fan an hour of teaching time.

When Chen Fan announced the end of the class, it was exactly one hour, no more, no less, perfect.

Waving goodbye to the classmates and returning to the lounge, Chen Fan was immediately surrounded by people.

Tan Yong put his hands behind his back and said with a serious face, "Although Comrade Xiao Chen is teaching publicly for the first time, his performance is remarkable. In my opinion, he can be given more responsibilities."

Xu Qizhen immediately raised her hand, "Seconded."

Wang Zibo turned to Bian Huifang and said, "Xiao Bian, when you schedule the curriculum, open a regular course for your Director Chen. But don't make your director too tired, just open one session per term."

Fortunately, Bian Huifang was not stupid. She turned to look at Chen Fan. Seeing her director rolling his eyes, she just laughed foolishly and pretended not to hear.

She knew her director's character best. He was the type who would lie down if he could, and would never stand if he could sit. If Chairman He hadn't forcibly assigned him this time, don't expect him to come and give a lecture.

But that's right, the Correspondence Center was set up by the director himself. If he was still asked to give lectures, wouldn't that be the same as the principal being a teacher?

Well, anyway, she won't take this matter. If anyone has the ability, let him talk to the director himself.

Seeing that Chen Fan was not tempted by anything, Tan Yong and the others had no choice. This kid has made too many contributions, so he can't be beaten or scolded. Want to "lure" him with benefits? But he is already a deputy director at a young age.

Ahem, speaking of which, this deputy director was forcibly given to him by He Qingsheng. When someone is willing to take over, Chen Fan must be released immediately.

At that time, according to the rules, he must be promoted by one level.

Moreover, Tan Yong also verbally promised that when Chen Fan made achievements, he would recommend him as the vice chairman when the board of directors is elected at the end of the year.

Thinking of this, Tan Yong couldn't help but hiss out a breath of cold air from his teeth. The achievements are already on the surface. Are we really going to send him up at the end of the year?

Age doesn't matter. There were 20-year-old military-level and department-level cadres in the early years. In the past few years, there have been many cadres who have soared to the sky.

In Chen Fan's case, as long as there is credit, no one will gossip.

The key is that the European and American Division of the External Liaison Department has not found anyone to take over. Otherwise, let him continue to hold both positions?

Chen Fan didn't want to talk to Tan Yong and the others, but he couldn't ignore the teachers of Jiang University.

Especially Guo Huaimin, he was an old acquaintance, and he received a lot of care from him back then.

So when he saw Guo Huaimin walking over, he quickly stepped forward to meet him, "Teacher Guo, long time no see."

Seeing that Chen Fan was still so polite, Guo Huaimin was immediately very pleased. He stretched out his hand to hold him and laughed loudly, "Isn't it? We are in the same school, but it's been two months, and this is the first time we've met."

Speaking of this, he held Chen Fan's hand and said solemnly, "It's rare for us to meet. How about this, I'll be the host at noon, and the leaders of the Writers Association will also be there. Let's have a big drink."

When Chen Fan heard this, he immediately said with a wry smile, "Teacher Guo, it's not that I'm not giving you face, it's just that I have to go to the Provincial Military Region Hospital every afternoon to assist the doctors there in treating veteran soldiers. Not only can I not drink alcohol, but I have to leave immediately later."

Guo Huaimin naturally wouldn't doubt his words, so his face changed slightly, "Then how about this, when you're done, let's put the time in the evening and get together."

Chen Fan also immediately laughed and said, "That's no problem. As long as it doesn't delay the business, you can decide the time and place."

Guo Huaimin was overjoyed immediately, "Okay, okay, then tonight, at our school's staff canteen."

He pulled Chen Fan and said in a low voice, "Don't look down on the staff canteen, the chef's skills are really good, it will definitely not disappoint you."

Then he said to Tan Yong and the others, "Several leaders must also be sure to show their faces."

Tan Yong held a thick piece of paper as a fan and shook it, saying, "The chef in the staff canteen is still the old He from before, right?"

Seeing Guo Huaimin nod, he laughed and said, "If there's a good thing to eat and drink for free, then we definitely can't be absent."

As soon as these words came out, everyone burst into laughter again.