1979: My fiancée is a goddess

Chapter 103 Where Love Originates (Subscription Request)
"Bring it to me quickly!"

Shi Tiesheng smiled, leaned over to take it, and then casually placed the book on his legs.

"Look at you. How many times have I told you not to put things on your legs? Put them on the table!"

Father Shi frowned, picked up the books and newspapers on Shi Tiesheng's legs and put them on the large desk beside him.

"Show me the newspaper,"

Shi Tiesheng nodded helplessly. His legs were paralyzed for unknown reasons a few years ago. As time went by, his muscles had atrophied. If his legs were under too much pressure, they might become necrotic.

Maybe he was immersed in the book at the moment and was careless for a moment.

"The book Fragrant Grass that you asked Xiao Lan to buy earlier, when I went to the bookstore, many people were talking about it. You can see that many newspapers have published reviews about it."

Father Shi picked up a few newspapers and shook them in front of Shi Tiesheng, saying.

Shi Tiesheng nodded in agreement. He had read this book almost three times from New Year's Eve to now, and he knew the characters and plot by heart.

He especially loved Xiaofang, a girl from southern Xinjiang, who was kind, strong, simple and beautiful, and whose precious spiritual light still shone even in the days of hardship.

This made Shi Tiesheng a little jealous of Song Jingming in the book. He thought that as an educated youth also from the capital, why didn't he have a woman like this who loved him wholeheartedly and unreservedly?
He felt jealous and sad.

Thinking of this, Shi Tiesheng laughed, took the newspaper from his father's hand and started reading. His target was Fang Cao's commentary article.

Shi Tiesheng started reading China Youth Daily, which is a national newspaper with a great influence and is a must-read.

After reading many newspapers, Shi Tiesheng finally saw some reviews from the Yangtze River Daily and the Literature and Art Newspaper, and read the analysis and comments on the novel by Mr. Yang Shuan and Mr. Zhang Guangnian.

Shi Tiesheng only felt that the shadow that had shrouded his creative ideas had finally dissipated.

The educated youth can write like this!
Then can I write about my life as an educated youth?
Record my youth?
He suddenly had an urge to write down his stories about herding and raising cattle in the rural areas of northern Shaanxi and on the Loess Plateau.

So a name floats in the lake of my heart, shining with light, my distant Qingping Bay.

Like him, many educated youth who had just returned to the city or had returned to the city not long ago realized this at the same time.

Can we write?

Some people were so excited that they started writing immediately, while others were nervous and hesitant...

Thus, a storm of educated youth literature was brewing.

And this butterfly that inadvertently caused the storm was riding a bicycle, traveling through the streets and alleys, gnawing on a chicken leg in its hand, until its lips were covered with grease.

Jingle bell bell~
The clear and melodious sound of bells echoed in the low alleys, as if mourning for something that was about to die.

"Make way! Make way! The car is coming."

Passersby on the street all cast strange looks at him, just because this man didn't hold the handlebars when riding a bicycle, and was not afraid of hitting people, just like those street urchins in the capital. If it weren't for his good looks, they would have pulled him off and pulled his ears to teach him a lesson.

Cheng Kaiyan slowly returned home and locked the car.

Under the sycamore tree in the courtyard.

Several young women were chattering in the yard, talking about their experiences during the New Year holidays and their worries and expectations for the future.

There were three sisters from the Xiao family, the daughter of the Liu family, Zhao Ruixue... a group of six or seven people.

Zhao Ruixue saw Cheng Kaiyan pushing the cart into the house and asked with a smile: "Kaiyan, you're back. Did you go to pay New Year's greetings a few days ago? I haven't seen you for two or three days."

"Yes," Cheng Kaiyan said with a smile.

"That's right. Your aunt's home is in Fangshan. It's too far away, even farther than Mentougou. Our family went to Mentougou to pay New Year's greetings a few days ago. We were exhausted." Zhao Ruixue complained.

Mentougou is just across the Yongding River and is one of the eight old districts of Beijing. It’s a bit far, but much closer than Fangshan.

"It only happens once a year, isn't it the same when we pay New Year's greetings? We just want to make it more lively."

Cheng Kaiyan thought about the Chinese New Year in his previous life. He was so envious of others who celebrated the New Year in a lively manner and wore new clothes. But things are getting better now.

"Yeah, it's more lively with more people, but there are too many people."

Zhao Ruixue nodded, then smiled and said, "I forgot to congratulate you. Your new novel has been published these days and has caused quite a stir. Many young intellectuals in Beijing know you.

When I was paying New Year's greetings, I saw young people holding a copy of Fangcao in the car. But you didn't tell me in advance what the name was or what magazine it was selling. Otherwise, I would have lined up to buy a copy and appreciate your masterpiece!"

Zhao Ruixue said the latter part, looking at him with some inexplicable meaning in her eyes.

"It's normal that you didn't buy it. There were many people buying it, and the circulation of Fangcao magazine in Beijing is not large. If you want to read it, I'll get you a copy. The editor-in-chief of the editorial department has already printed a few copies in advance, and I brought them all back."

When Cheng Kaiyan heard Zhao Ruixue's slightly resentful voice, she thought to herself, how dare I provoke you again? My mother will break my legs if I provoke you again.

Liu Xiaoli, Zhao Ruixue, another blind date will come tomorrow...

I was just a temporary teaching assistant, unknown and with no status at all, and I only had an aunt who was a professor to protect me.

In terms of literature, he has only written two novels. He is just a newcomer to the literary world. Compared with Jiang Zilong and Lu Yao, he is not even worth mentioning!
I'm not a popular person, why are you all staring at me?
"Thank you so much, I'm really curious! Can you sign it for me?"

"Okay, I'll give it to you."

When Zhao Ruixue heard this, all the resentment in her heart disappeared.

Cheng Kaiyan went into the house and got it for her, then turned around and went back into the house.

"Brother Kaiyan is really amazing. I've heard my educated youth friends say this many times. If they knew that the author of Fangcao lives in the same compound as us, they would definitely be envious."

Liu Yuhao's sister Liu Xin looked at the autographed book in Zhao Ruixue's hand with envy and muttered.

"Yes, he is really amazing. He has been different from others since he was young. Sister Ruixue has a sharp eye."

Xiao family's eldest sister Zhaodi said with emotion.

"That's right. When they were in high school, these two often went to the library to read together. One sat on the table, and the other leaned on the window railing. They would glance at each other from time to time... It was so cozy!"

Wang Cuihua's youngest daughter, Wang Jiajia, pushed Zhao Ruixue teasingly.

These words immediately made Zhao Ruixue fall into memories...

The memories buried in my heart are like a locked diary, slowly opening.

Sour gardenias were sandwiched between the pages of the book, and a very faint fragrance lingered in the nose, which suddenly dissipated with a gust of wind.

As she recalled, it was a sunny afternoon. She was leaning on the cold and rusty railing of the library. The warm sunshine and gentle spring breeze blew her hair in front of her forehead. A boy in a white shirt was sitting in front of a bookshelf not far away.

She looked at it for a long time that day...

……

In the room, Cheng Kaiyan boiled water, made tea, turned on the radio, put a cushion under the chair, and listened to the sweet and beautiful song in her ears:
"Sweetly... I smile sweetly... like flowers blooming in the spring breeze!"

Spring is here and everything comes to life.

It’s the breeding season for small animals again…

Everything is ready.

Cheng Kaiyan sat at the desk and opened the drawer, which was filled with all kinds of odds and ends.

He casually picked up a light yellow envelope. On the delicate letter paper, the sender's address and name were written in fresh and beautiful handwriting.

Liu Xiaoli from Jiangcheng Song and Dance Theater.

Rows of color and black-and-white photos lay quietly in the envelope, and I could smell the scent of chemicals, which was the smell of film developing chemicals.

Cheng Kaiyan then picked up a photo of the two of them standing on the shore of East Lake.

The photo shows rippling blue water, bright sunshine, and a touching blush on the girl's cheeks.

Cheng Kaiyan held up the photo and admired her partner's stunning beauty in the sunlight for a long time.

Then he took out some snow-white paper from the drawer, unscrewed the cap of the fountain pen, and filled it with ink.

With one hand supporting his chin, he wrote two words in azure blue ink on the neatly grid paper:
"love letter"

(End of this chapter)