1979: Literary Master, Starting from the Return of Educated Youth

Chapter 37: Her role change is a bit fast

Chen Yixiu is a ruthless person who doesn't talk much. After saying these words, she stood up and walked towards the bedroom regardless of Zhou Zhifeng's reaction.

Zhou Zhifeng didn't dare to breathe, and only dared to mutter quietly after she closed the bedroom door: "One is more disobedient than the other..."

"Okay, I'll take that as your agreement."

Chen Qiaoqiao imitated her sister and spoke in a cold tone and went back to her room.

In fact, the word happy is not enough to describe her mood at this moment.

When it was late at night and everyone was asleep, she flew into her sister's room like a happy little bird.

Chen Yixue was wearing a black nightgown at the moment, removing her hairpin in front of the mirror. When she heard her movements, she didn't even turn her head and said, "Don't let the mosquito in."

"Hey."

Chen Qiaoqiao agreed, turned around and closed the bedroom door, then ran to her sister's side and put her hand on her shoulder, "Sister, you did a great job tonight!"

"I admire you the most in the whole family."

"If you have anything to say, please say it quickly. We have to rehearse tomorrow morning."

Chen Yixiu put down her hairpin, letting a strand of black hair hang down on her beautiful face, which added a bit of beauty compared to usual.

"I want to ask you a question. Why does it work when you talk to mom like that, but it doesn't work when I imitate you?"

Chen Qiaoqiao helped her sister tidy up her slightly messy hair after removing the hairpin, and humbly asked for advice.

"If you've been raising an entire family by yourself for several years, she'd be afraid of you, too."

Chen Yixiu put the jade hairpin into her dressing box and said lightly.

"Then I also got into Yanda University?"

Chen Qiaoqiao was a little dissatisfied, of course, this dissatisfaction was directed at her mother, not her sister.

"You still don't understand."

Chen Yixue patiently taught, "Our mother is essentially a housewife. How can she understand the importance of Yanda? Her worldview was formed in the vegetable market and the alleys."

"My temper was partly caused by her. I found out since I was a kid that reasoning with her was useless."

Chen Qiaoqiao understood.

"You are wise."

Chen Qiaoqiao rubbed Chen Yixue's shoulders, moved closer to her face and said, "I'll give you a massage, relax."

"Just help me put away the musical notation."

Chen Yixue said lazily, "I'm tired after a day and I'm too lazy to move."

"OK, no problem."

Chen Qiaoqiao skillfully arranged the music score for her.

"Hey?"

When Chen Qiaoqiao saw the title "In the Fields of Hope" written on the musical score, she couldn't help but laugh.

In another bedroom, Chen Shi was also very happy.

I will be able to meet the author of the article "The Wreath under the Mountain" tomorrow. The most important thing is that he will come to visit me as a future son-in-law.

What could be more exciting for a literature lover than this?
Chen Shi leaned over the table, exhausting his lifelong literary accomplishments to write modern poetry, hoping to get guidance from Xu Yuexin tomorrow.

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Two days later, Xu Yuexin set off for Chen's house with a gift.

There are many kinds of gifts for meeting, including the usual tobacco, alcohol, tea, as well as mountain products such as hazelnuts, walnuts and Hericium erinaceus.

These are all Northeast mountain products that Xu Yuexin bought from a local specialty store. They are purely natural and original.

Chen Qiaoqiao's home was on the East Third Ring Road in Chaoyang, which was later known as the eastern CBD of Beijing.

At present, this is still an industrial zone, with the North China Agricultural Machinery Factory and BAIC as the core, forming a huge factory cluster.

The taxi carrying Xu Yuexin shuttled between factories that were spewing white smoke, and workers on their way to work could be seen everywhere outside the car window.

On the bicycle seats, young faces full of vitality, with slicked back hair and wearing shirts, chatting and laughing with their co-workers. The whole street is full of vigorous energy.

In 1979, the state announced the end of the wage freeze policy that had lasted for more than a decade, raised salaries for cadres and workers, and decided to break egalitarianism, implement distribution according to work, and restore piece-rate wages and reward systems.

People see hope that life will get better, and everyone is filled with expectations and longings for the future.

The taxi passed through the crowd, turned several times on the road between factories, and finally entered the family area.

Xu Yuexin paid the driver 3 yuan for the fare, took out the gift from the trunk, and walked briskly towards Chen Qiaoqiao's house.

Not long after he walked out, he saw Chen Qiaoqiao looking around and waiting downstairs of a residential building.

Today, Chen Qiaoqiao is wearing a short-sleeved shirt and knee-length shorts, looking like a homely girl, and looks youthful and beautiful.

"Qiaoqiao."

"Hey!"

When Xu Yuexin called out, Chen Qiaoqiao immediately ran over happily. However, when she saw the gift Xu Yuexin was holding, she was a little unhappy.

"Why buy such an expensive thing?"

“This is all our money.”

Chen Qiaoqiao complained with a painful look on her face, "If we spend one cent more, we will have one cent less to spend when we get married in the future."

"The new son-in-law is coming, it's a must."

Xu Yuexin smiled and comforted him, feeling very happy.

Before I even met my parents, I started considering issues from the perspective of my future small family.

The role change is very advanced!
Chen Qiaoqiao helped him carry a bag of mountain products, and the two of them went up to the family building together.

The density of the family building where Chen's family lives is higher than that of the faculty building where Xu Yuexin lives. Because there are so many factory workers, if the building is not built densely, there will not be enough houses to go around.

When they reached the fifth floor, Chen Qiaoqiao pushed open a half-closed door and said, "Look, who's here?"

In the living room, Chen Shi was bent over the table writing furiously. He looked up when he heard the voice, immediately put down his pen and came over enthusiastically: "Xiao Xu, welcome, welcome. Our family is looking forward to your coming."

"Hello, uncle. Long time no see. You have gained weight."

Xu Yuexin put down the mountain products and greeted Chen Shi with a smile.

These days, saying that someone is fat is definitely a universal compliment.

"Ha, maybe I've been eating well lately."

As expected, Chen Shi said happily, "Sit down and have a glass of water."

"I usually like to write something. Now that I have met a famous writer like you, I will have to ask you for advice later..."

Chen Shi did not hide his admiration in his words, because he was extremely excited to meet his idol.

"I don't deserve it. I really don't deserve it."

Xu Yuexin held the teacup in his hands and spoke in a humble tone.

Just as Chen Shi was pouring tea, the door of a bedroom inside was pushed open first, and Chen Yixiu walked out slowly.

"Hello Yuexin, I was just practicing the song you wrote."

Chen Yixiu walked forward and greeted in a friendly manner.

Like Chen Qiaoqiao, she is dressed at home, but with her perfect body proportions, she still can't hide her elegant temperament.

"How's the rehearsal going?"

Xu Yuexin asked with concern.

“The effect is very good. We are just waiting for the performance in July.”

Chen Yixue smiled lightly, her eyes full of confidence, "In the final analysis, it still depends on the good songs you write."

"No way. A good song needs an outstanding singer like you to sing it..."

While the two were talking, the sound of a door opening was heard from the other end of the kitchen.

"Xiao Xu, you're here."

Zhou Zhifeng, wearing an apron, stood at the kitchen door and greeted people, with a forced smile on her face.

"Well, hello, Auntie."

Xu Yuexin looked over and greeted her.

"You guys chat first, I'll go pick some vegetables."

Zhou Zhifeng flashed back to the kitchen as soon as he finished speaking. It seemed that he didn't want to say any more words.

That's good, so that everyone won't be embarrassed.

Xu Yuexin was thinking, at this time Chen Shi was already talking to him with great interest about a recently famous novel.

"The content of these two issues of People's Literature is particularly wonderful. The work you wrote, The Wreath under the Mountain, is so fascinating that I can read it over and over again."

"Recently, people in our unit have been discussing it at work."

Chen Shi held the teacup and praised with relish, "Xiao Xu, you are a rising star in our country's literary world."

"Uncle, thank you for the compliment. I still have a long way to go."

"You are too modest. By the way, how long did you engage in literary creation before you wrote this unforgettable novel?"

In Chen Shi’s imagination, the author must have rich creative experience to be able to write such a work that is expected to become a classic.

You have to be at least seven or eight years old to start creating, right?
Before Xu Yuexin could answer, Chen Qiaoqiao interrupted: "Dad, you're overthinking. This is Brother Xin's first literary work."

What? The first one?
Chen Shi was shocked and turned his gaze to Xu Yuexin: "Xiao Xu, you really have never written a book before?"

"Yes, just like Qiaoqiao said, 'High Mountains' is the result of my first creative work."

"I resigned from the coal mine and went home, and spent half a month writing this novel."

In the face of his future father-in-law's shocked gaze, Xu Yuexin replied calmly.

(End of this chapter)