1979: My fiancée is a goddess

Chapter 128 Being Targeted by the Proud Girl
The cafeteria has always been one of the busiest places in Beijing Normal University, especially at meal times.

This afternoon, Jiang Ting rarely stayed in the office to write her paper, but went to the cafeteria to eat with Cheng Kaiyan.

"What do you want to eat? I'll buy it for you?"

In front of the neatly lined up line at the cafeteria window, Cheng Kaiyan looked at Jiang Ting and asked.

"Hmm... tomato and egg. Ask him not to give me garlic."

Jiang Ting stared at the small blackboard hanging on the window. The white chalk writing had changed color due to years of oil stains.

Before, Cheng Kaiyan was always allowed to pick one at random, and it tasted pretty good, but now looking at so many cuisines, she had trouble choosing.

"Ok."

"thank you!"

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Cheng Kaiyan asked Jiang Ting to grab a seat first while she went to queue up to buy food.

About ten minutes later, he returned to his seat carrying two lunch boxes.

“How does it feel to be a celebrity at school?”

Jiang Ting picked up a piece of egg custard with chopsticks, slowly and gracefully picked it up and ate it, then joked.

It seems that Kaiyan is much more popular than me in school.

"It's just so-so. I was a little complacent at first, but now I'm troubled. Especially since you asked me to give a lecture, how can I do that?"

Cheng Kaiyan looked at the woman in front of him with resentment, as if nothing had happened. He could teach primary school students, but he had never tried teaching college students.

"I'm the boss! If I say you have it, you have it. Besides, you just wrote a love story, which is your specialty!"

Jiang Ting said without giving any reason to refuse that this was actually training him, and giving lectures was one of the responsibilities of an assistant teacher.

"So domineering?"

"Ok?"

The woman looked at Cheng Kaiyan with a serious look.

Well, you are the leader!
……

As the morning classes came to an end, as expected, the news that the young writer in the school would be teaching a romance novel in the "Foreign Literature Appreciation" class this Friday quickly spread among the students through word of mouth.

"Love? Why are you talking about this? It's so interesting."

"I'm really looking forward to love, but unfortunately there are few people writing novels on love themes in the current literary world."

The students were eating while holding their lunch boxes and talking about this matter.

Obviously, the combination of keywords such as young great writer, lectures, and love instantly brings together these young people in their twenties who are in the prime of their youth and full of yearning for love.

The students were discussing enthusiastically, and the members of the literature club were especially excited.

Beijing Normal University, society meeting room.

"We have ready-made plays at Peking University. Why don't you just use them directly? Why bother to make a half-finished product?"

"What do you mean by half-finished? Your drama club may not be as good as our Northern Drama Club. Our teacher Huang Huilin is very good."

"Have you heard of Oedipus? It was written by a talented person from the history department of our drama club. Is anything you wrote better than this?"

A group of young people sat upright in the conference room, holding an activity agenda in their hands, and enthusiastically discussing the drama tour jointly organized by Beijing Normal University and four Peking University clubs next month.

The May Fourth Literary Society and the Northern Drama Society of Beijing Normal University.

Peking University’s May Fourth Literary Society and the Student Art Troupe’s Drama Club.

It is not uncommon for these four societies to hold drama tours.

In fact, every club in each university holds activities every month, but the sizes of the activities vary, and teachers and students are happy to participate in campus activities organized by the clubs.

Now the two sides have a disagreement over the drama repertoire. Peking University suggests that they directly use the repertoire that Peking University has already written, while Beijing Normal University wants to use its own.

"Okay, stop arguing, just write it yourself."

A young man in a brown Zhongshan suit with the Peking University badge on his chest waved his hand and advised.

This person's name is Chen Jiangong. He is one of the backbone members of Peking University's May Fourth Literary Society and also the editor of "Wenming Lake". He has considerable prestige in the society.

With his persuasion, both parties drank a cup of tea and calmed down.

Seeing this, Chen Jiangong changed the subject and said, "I heard that your Beijing Normal University has produced a great writer? Is it true?"

"Indeed, Jiangong should have read "Fragrant Grass" and "Submarine at Night", right? They are definitely not worse than any of your Peking University writers."

The president of Beijing Normal University said this with a smile, his tone full of pride.

The May Fourth Literary Society was originally named to commemorate the May Fourth Movement. Many schools' literary societies have been influenced by the spirit of the May Fourth Movement and emphasize the enlightenment and ideological liberation role of literature.

The May Fourth Literary Society of Peking University is the one with the longest history and greatest influence. To a certain extent, it has become a model or reference for the May Fourth Literary Societies of other schools.

There are frequent cultural exchanges and cooperation between the May Fourth Literary Societies of Peking University and Beijing Normal University, and they hold joint literary activities, poetry readings, literary seminars, etc.

But Peking University is a step ahead of Beijing Normal University, even in the literature society.

Over the years, Peking University has produced many poets, writers, and literary figures, such as literary critic Xie Mian, Zang Di of the May Fourth Literary Society, and Chen Jiangong, all of whom are celebrities active in the literary field of major universities in the capital.

Even in the near future, Haizi, Luo Yihe, Xichuan Cai Hengping, Xidu and others will appear.

It can be said that the stars are shining.

There is absolutely no problem in surpassing Beijing Normal University.

The sudden appearance of a great young writer named Cheng Kaiyan made the students of Beijing Normal University, especially the members of the May Fourth Literary Society, feel proud and straighten their heads.

"He is the author of 'Fragrant Grass'. Only famous writers like Wang Meng, Zhan Rong, Jiang Zilong and Lu Yao can surpass him. The young writers in our school don't have the ability to do that."

Chen Jiangong gave a bitter smile. As a student of Peking University, the information he was exposed to was naturally extraordinary.

A professor of sociology at their school mentioned the influence of "Fragrant Grass" in class a few days ago. This novel even affected policy changes, which is not something that ordinary writers can match.

"That's right! By the way, Mr. Cheng from our Chinese department will be giving a public lecture this Friday."

"Lecture? What's the topic? Can we go?"

"love!"

Chen Jiangong raised his eyebrows. As expected of a young man in his early twenties, the topics of his lectures were so avant-garde.

Talking about love?
……

Peking University.

Unnamed Lakeside.

A group of young students sat on the grass under the lush trees. They faced the fresh lake breeze, smelled the fragrance of flowers on the grass, and recited moving poems under the leadership of the members of the literature club.

"If I love you, I will never be like a climbing trumpet creeper, using your high branches to show off myself!"

"If I love you, I will never learn from the infatuated birds and repeat the monotonous songs for the green shade!"

Not far away, sitting on a long chair, were two young girls reciting along.

Ning Wanjia was wearing a long black sweater and a coat draped over her shoulders. Her pretty face, as delicate as a porcelain doll, was tilted back in the sun. She had a waterfall of black hair that extended from the back of her head to her slender waist.

She leaned her tall body against her old friend Ye Ming. Her thin pink lips moved slightly as she recited poetry, with a barely perceptible hint of arrogance at the corners of her mouth.

"Have you heard? There's a teacher named Cheng at Beijing Normal University who will give a class on love this Friday." "Cheng? Could it be Cheng Kaiyan, the one who wrote Fangcao? She's really a teacher at Beijing Normal University!"

"Yeah, it's really rare to talk about love. I'm going to go check it out on Friday."

A few Chinese major students were passing by and chatting.

The girl sitting on the bench heard their conversation and couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.

"Mingming, come with me to Beijing Normal University on Friday to attend a lecture. I heard it's about love."

Ning Wanjia said to her good friend beside her, her narrow and long phoenix eyes showing an unclear look.

"Aren't you still going to write a paper on that Rolls-Royce 202 engine?"

"What Rolls-Royce? You're obsessed with British luxury cars. I think you're missing them. It's called Rolls-Royce. There's no rush to finish your thesis. You have plenty of time."

Ning Wanjia raised her slender little finger to hook the hair on her forehead behind her ear and said with a smile.

She was a student of the Department of Mechanical Engineering who was admitted to Peking University's School of Engineering last September with the tenth highest score in the city. The so-called thesis was a thesis design assignment assigned by the Dean of the School of Engineering, Professor Ma Dayou and Professor Wu Daguan, in the aircraft engine design course.

The reason why I was willing to take time out of my busy schedule to attend Cheng Kaiyan's class was not because I was curious about Cheng Kaiyan.

It's a scrutiny, a condescending scrutiny.

She wanted to see what kind of person Cheng Kaiyan, who was recommended by her third aunt, was and whether she also cared about love.

He must be a playboy.

The girl has never had a good impression of those who engage in literary creation. After all, she is an engineering student among science students, and she is also a die-hard believer in the idea that poetry and literature will ruin the country, while industry and technology will make the country prosperous...
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Cheng Kaiyan doesn't know yet that a proud girl has set her eyes on him. He has already skipped work and gone home to think about what to talk about in the appreciation class this Friday afternoon.

There are so many classic novels on the theme of love.

Just as he was thinking with his pen in hand, the diligent postman Comrade Lin Weimin came again, this time with two letters and...

He wrote novels.

"Comrade Kaiyan, this is a short story I wrote. Please take a look."

Comrade Lin Weimin, wearing a postal hat, bent down and handed over the three items with both hands. His bronze face flushed slightly, as if he was looking forward to and ashamed of what would happen next.

Cheng Kaiyan pulled Lin Weimin into the house and sat down on the wooden sofa. She did not read the two letters first, but started to check his novel.

What catches the eye is a font that can’t be described as pretty, but can only be described as very neat.

There were three small words written on it: "Rabbit Town".

"Rabbit Town? Is this the fairy tale you wrote for Weimin? Haha."

Cheng Kaiyan looked at Lin Weimin and laughed.

"Kai Yan! What are you laughing at?!"

Lin Weimin slapped his thigh in embarrassment. He actually didn't know what to write, but when he thought that Cheng Kaiyan's first article was a fairy tale, he chose to follow suit.

"No, I'm happy for you. Don't think too much. As long as you can take the first step, it's a good thing no matter whether it's good or bad. It's also a good choice for you to choose fairy tales. It's much easier to get published than pure literature."

Cheng Kaiyan explained with a smile.

"That's good."

Lin Weimin breathed a sigh of relief. The young man in front of him was a great writer. With his words, he could feel reassured.

"Let me finish reading the letter first and then I'll help you, okay?"

"No problem. It's great that you are willing to read it. My wife is unwilling to help me read it. She says that there is nothing good about children's literature and it is too childish." Lin Weimin said with a wry smile.

Cheng Kaiyan looked at Lin Weimin with a bitter face, feeling a little sad. Not all daughters-in-law are the type to encourage and support like her own sister Xiaoli. There are many who mock, complain and pour cold water on them.

"Don't worry, Weimin will definitely make you proud at home this time!"

Cheng Kaiyan patted his chest and made a promise.

At this moment, a gleam of light seemed to burst out from Lin Weimin's eyes.

After a brief chat, Cheng Kaiyan sat back at the desk and opened two letters.

One of them was sent from Harbin, and was obviously a letter from his partner.

The other letter was sent from southern Xinjiang. The signature made Cheng Kaiyan's eyes flicker: Southern Xinjiang XX Field Hospital.

"Field hospital, I haven't seen this term for a long time."

Cheng Kaiyan put it aside and decided to read the letter from her partner first.

"Comrade Xiao Cheng, I heard from my aunt that you have recently been promoted to a full-time employee. Congratulations! I have read half of the book you gave me, and I will probably finish it by the beginning of summer."

The letter came to an abrupt end and Cheng Kaiyan turned to the back but didn't see any words.

There is only one black-and-white photo, which shows him when he was about fourteen or fifteen years old. He is tall and thin, with a grand piano at hand.

"That's really subtle."

Cheng Kaiyan looked at the photo and laughed.

Books, early summer, photos beside the piano, there is no doubt that she is expressing her feelings and longing in her own way.

"See you in the summer, when you wear that white dress."

……

After reading the letter, Cheng Kaiyan picked up Lin Weimin's manuscript and began to read it.

It’s about 30,000 words and I finished reading it in less than 20 minutes.

It tells the story of a little girl who moved from the city to the countryside. She was sleeping at home because of illness. Her attention was attracted by a several-meter-tall black rabbit outside the window. She followed the rabbit all the way, passed through the dark forest, and accidentally came to a human town occupied by animals. In order to leave the rabbit town, the little girl and the friends she met on the way worked hard to explore together, and finally left this fairy-tale town.

"It's well written! For the people!"

After reading it, Cheng Kaiyan roughly knew which world famous novel this was imitating.

Isn't this Alice in Wonderland?

It’s just that Lin Weimin only borrowed elements such as the rabbit, the little girl, and adventure, and the main part of the story is his own.

"Really!"

Lin Weimin, who was sitting on the sofa, suddenly jumped up and shouted excitedly.

"You need to change your writing style. It'd be best if you could add some childishness to it. It's too rigid now. You could also add some local slang." Cheng Kaiyan suggested.

"no problem!"

“Once you have revised it, you can submit it directly to children’s literature.”

Lin Weimin left happily. It seems that he will be able to turn things around after returning home.

He withdrew his gaze, returned to his seat and began to write the lesson plan.

Oh my god, I never expected that I would have to write lesson plans after being reborn. I’m so confused.

At 5:30 in the afternoon, his mother Xu Yuxiu came home from get off work and saw him writing something. She walked closer and asked in surprise, "Hey! Kaiyan, why are you also writing a lesson plan?"

"It just so happens that Mom also needs to write tonight, so let's do it together."

"what?"

(End of this chapter)