1979: My fiancée is a goddess

Chapter 131: The Debt of Love is Hard to Repay and the Literary Award is Coming

"Dingling bell~"

The bell for the end of get out of class rang in the auditorium, accompanied by the sound of rain and thunder, and the students' discussions suddenly stopped.

Everyone then realized that this unique "Foreign Literature Appreciation Class" had come to the end of the story.

"get out of class is over, students," Cheng Kaiyan announced.

"goodbye teacher."

The students stood up spontaneously to pay tribute to the person who imparted knowledge.

This class really made everyone present gain a lot and gain some insights, whether they were young people in their twenties or teachers who had already grown up and married.

After all, love, which seems illusory and romantic, is actually around everyone and will happen to everyone.

Although Cheng Kaiyan's class is not enough to change or reshape the views on love of these young people who have experienced this special period of going to the countryside, it is enough to plant a seed.

As for when it will take root and sprout, you will only know when love comes.

I hope things like what happened to Xiaofang and Sister Shang Cui will never happen again.

Overall, Cheng Kaiyan was quite satisfied with her class.

Although some of the opinions are too straightforward and too direct, they are still much better than those distorted views on love.

“Why do I feel like I’m participating in a social experiment involving hundreds of people?”

Cheng Kaiyan put away the lesson plan on the podium and stuffed it into her bag. Suddenly she thought of something and muttered to herself.

At this time, the noise in the auditorium became louder.

The students, carrying their backpacks, excitedly discussed with their friends what they had just learned in class, while leaving through the front and back doors in an orderly manner.

Of course, most people chose to go through the front door because Cheng Kaiyan was still waiting for them to leave on the podium.

"Goodbye, Teacher Cheng!"

"Goodbye."

……

"Professor Jiang, aren't you sick?" a student asked curiously.

"No."

Jiang Ting's face froze.

"oh oh……"

During this time, Cheng Kaiyan also saw Lin Xiaohong, Zhao Ruixue and their group. She waved and said hello, and they turned and left.

"Xiao Cheng, I didn't expect that you have such solid basic skills. Your teaching style is humorous and your lecture rhythm is orderly. You are a good candidate to be a teacher! But the topic of your lecture is too trendy. Pay attention next time. Our school does not allow students to date in principle..."

Director Fang was holding a thermos cup with a smile on his wrinkled face. He was becoming more and more satisfied the more he looked at it.

Even more, I don’t want him and Professor Jiang to leave the embrace of Beijing Normal University.

"Ha...you're too kind. I'm far from that. Professor Jiang is the better one."

Cheng Kaiyan responded casually, thinking to herself how could it not be solid, since I had been slacking off for many years in primary and secondary school.

As for dating?
If you get into university but don’t have a partner, then it would be a waste of time, right?
"Young man, you are being modest again," Director Fang patted his arm amiably and said mysteriously, "By the way, I have something to tell you. The academic qualification issue you were concerned about before has now been resolved. The school will make a big move in a while. I won't say more. Those who understand will understand."

"Big move?"

Cheng Kaiyan was about to ask, but Director Fang turned and left.

……

"Let's go, Auntie, let's go eat."

When most people in the auditorium had left, Cheng Kaiyan walked to the first row.

Since he didn't know the two girls around Jiang Ting, and he didn't want to cause any trouble, he chose to skip them and asked Jiang Ting directly.

"Well, let's go to the cafeteria. What do you think, Ye Ming?"

Jiang Ting paused slightly, and instead of asking Ning Wanjia's opinion, she asked another plump girl with a pretty face.

"No problem, Aunt Jiang."

The girl named Ye Ming said casually.

"By the way, Kaiyan let me introduce you. This is Ning Wanjia, and this is Ye Ming."

Jiang Ting introduced.

Cheng Kaiyan greeted them, "Hello."

"Hello."

But both of them just nodded symbolically with calm expressions.

He took in this scene and pretended that nothing happened. He didn't want to get involved anyway, so this was best.

The four of them went to the cafeteria. At this time, Jiang Ting no longer shared an umbrella with him, but shared an umbrella with her niece.

After the meal, the atmosphere became rather dull.

They were the only ones chatting, while Cheng Kaiyan was eating silently on the side.

"I'm full, auntie, why don't I go back first?"

After dinner, Cheng Kaiyan saw Jiang Ting and Ning Wanjia having a pleasant conversation, so she spoke.

Ning Wanjia frowned when she heard this name, and looked up at Cheng Kaiyan unexpectedly.

"Well, you go back first and be careful on the road."

Jiang Ting nodded and said with concern.

"understood."

He replied casually, then turned and left.

The three of them looked at Cheng Kaiyan's receding back.

"Why does Third Aunt call you Auntie?"

Ning Wanjia frowned and asked with a sour tone.

In the girl's impression, apart from her third aunt's two nieces who could call her that, no one else could make her third aunt so close.

Even her own brother Ning Yuan was like this, and Third Aunt's attitude towards Cheng Kaiyan was also very gentle, almost as gentle as her own.

"Jealous?"

Jiang Ting's dark and clear beautiful eyes flashed. She brushed the pink and white sideburns that had fallen behind her ears due to her lowering her head to eat, and then looked at her niece and joked.

"Ah."

"Being jealous won't help."

Jiang Ting shook her head and continued eating.

Ning Wanjia puffed up her delicate face and said, "Third Aunt, in my opinion, there is nothing special about Cheng Kaiyan. She just wrote a few novels about love affairs. She is not outstanding enough."

"If you only choose your marriage partner based on excellence, your marriage will be unhappy. I can see that you didn't pay attention in class just now." Jiang Ting said calmly.

"What do you think, Mingming?"

Ning Wanjia looked at Ye Ming who was standing beside her.

"For a family like ours, no matter how outstanding they are, it is just the threshold to see us."

Ye Ming, who is slightly plump and not that good-looking, said with a smile, his tone condescending.

If Cheng Kaiyan were here, she would definitely be surprised at this man's harmless appearance.

"It's also..."

Ning Wanjia nodded without denying it.

……

"It's a pity that you didn't go to today's Foreign Literature Appreciation Class. Cheng Kaiyan, the teaching assistant from the Chinese Department, talked about how to shape the correct values ​​of love. It was very novel and very practical."

"Love values? Why would he talk about this?"

Cheng Kaiyan walked on the campus road holding a dark umbrella, the sound of raindrops dripping on the umbrella came from her, and the voices of many students talking came to her ears. They were chatting with their friends and classmates about the new knowledge they had just learned in the foreign literature appreciation class.

In front of Cheng Kaiyan, there was a young man and a young woman who were dressed in ordinary and plain clothes, walking side by side. They were very close to each other, and their umbrellas were almost touching each other.

"Maybe it's out of great respect for love? Think about it, has anyone ever taught us these things since we were young? Teacher Cheng Kaiyan talks about completely correct values ​​of love... It's worth learning from."

"us?"

"Ah."

The two people's conversation became more ambiguous.

Cheng Kaiyan was extremely speechless when she heard this from behind. “Stop showing off your affection in front of me!”
If Sister Xiaoli wasn't around, you guys would have been blinded by this show.

Although I was unhappy about being shown off my affection, I still felt a sense of accomplishment when I heard these students of the same age praising the content of the class on the way home.

The young people who attended the class today couldn't wait to recite the sentences about love that they had written down in their notebooks in the dormitories, cafeterias and classrooms as if showing off.

If nothing unexpected happens, the content of today's lecture has gradually spread to various universities.

Beijing Normal University Female Dormitory

"Hongmei! You had classes this afternoon but didn't go to Teacher Xiao Cheng's class. What a pity! He talked about the value of love today!"

“Sincerity is the soil of love, and trust is the source of love. In this land, sincerity is sown and trust is irrigated, only then can the gorgeous flowers of love bloom and sweet fruits be produced.”

……

Peking University's Weiming Lake.

"I didn't expect that this great writer from Beijing Normal University is such a romantic person. In the open class with so many people, many teachers from Beijing Normal University attended. He told us to establish a correct value system through the novel "Gone with the Wind". Our generation's view on love is incomplete and imperfect."

Chen Jiangong and several members of the May Fourth Literary Society were chatting with emotion.

After listening to this class, I have to admit that this young man, who is a few years younger than me, does have extraordinary ideas.

"Yes, in this era when people are ashamed to express their love, how can our concept of love be sound? Teacher Cheng really lives up to the title of a great writer and a great talent. He lives up to the name."

Cha Jianying, a key member of the club, also attended the open class and spoke with deep emotion.

……

Conversations like this happen a lot among young people, young men and women, especially those who are in a relationship.

They were excited after reading those views on how to love and how to love.

True love is like that, as long as they are both people who have established the correct view of love, respect each other equally, and grow with each other...

Then beautiful love will come to them.

So the news that Beijing Normal University had produced a "love mentor" spread among major universities in Beijing.

About his views, about his deeds, and about his praise of love, this sacred and noble thing.

As time went by, many people noticed that the atmosphere in major universities seemed to become more harmonious, especially between male and female students. Those young people who loved each other started dating under someone's correct guidance.

At the same time, these young people are particularly looking forward to Cheng Kaiyan's love novel "Love Letter" which will be published in "People's Literature".

"Love Letter? Although it's very straightforward, the name tells me that this must be a poetic story."

"I didn't expect that People's Literature would publish a novel with a love theme. It's really rare."

"April 1st? I'll definitely go check it out then!"

……

The weekend is two days away.

When Cheng Kaiyan heard this news from Zhao Ruixue, she was furious.

"Love mentor? Who gave me a nickname?"

I am a pure young man, how can I say that I have not had such a deep understanding even though I have dated seven or eight girls? You are ruining my reputation!"

"Giggle~"

"So how many people have you dated?"

Under the sycamore tree in the yard, the green bricks and tiles were wet.

It rained for several days in a row, turning the northern scenery into a southern water town.

The courtyard house on a rainy day has a unique Jiangnan flavor.

The cold beauty stands with her hands bare, smiling and looking forward.

There was a moving smile and obscure affection in his eyes as he looked at Cheng Kaiyan with a sweet smile.

"you guess?"

"I won't guess."

Zhao Ruixue reached out and pinched him. This man was too bad. He was a very good person before.

But still, I like it very much...

In the class two days ago, the conversation about first love and white moonlight made Zhao Ruixue very excited.

During this period, my mind was filled with this sentence: "The reason why memories are beautiful is precisely because you can never go back to the past, back to the past when you were young and ignorant and your heart was pounding."

Zhao Ruixue agreed with this statement in her heart. She did think that time was very good, but now it’s not bad either.

We can meet at school every day, study together in the library, and sit together in class. It’s a great life.

Even though he has been beautified in my memories, he is still the person whom I admire and respect in my heart.

He is still as radiant and dazzling as before, and has never changed.

Zhao Ruixue was still stubborn in her heart and loved him stubbornly.

When I met such people in my youth, my heart was filled up and there was no room for anyone else.

If she were to become as dissolute, casual, and frivolous as the heroine in "Gone with the Wind"...she would rather die.

Zhao Ruixue is just that kind of person, and no one can change her.

As for that girl...as long as she doesn't really appear in front of me, I'll just pretend I know nothing about her.

Now, she just wants to enjoy the beauty, even if it's only for a short time.

"There are two, guess who they are?"

Cheng Kaiyan looked at the girl wearing the military blue worker's jacket that Aunt Zhao had just bought for her, a red scarf around her neck, and a black beret on her head. She stood in front of him like a lotus flower emerging from the water.

I couldn't help but be silent.

Just tell her indirectly.

"Two?"

Her dark eyes lit up with joy, but she seemed not to have heard the following sentence.

"Okay, let's go back. Your clothes are getting wet."

Cheng Kaiyan looked at the girl who was pretending to be deaf and dumb and said helplessly.

The girl raised her hand and waved coquettishly, then put her hands behind her back, turned around and smiled at him, her dimples blooming, "Oh, see you later."

The girl stood on tiptoe, taking one step, two steps, three steps.

The toes moved as lightly as a dragonfly, leaving a few ripples in the water in the yard, and then disappeared from sight.

"It's hard to repay a debt of love!"

Cheng Kaiyan sighed. From this perspective, it seems that Sister Xiaoli also owes him a debt of love, right?

If it was him when he was young, Xiaoli would regret her whole life and would be buried in the crematorium!
Then they reluctantly let this innocent guy give birth to eight children in one breath!
Now my heart is too kind.

After watching the fine spring rain outside the porch for a while, Cheng Kaiyan turned and went into the house.

Time flies and it is the end of March.

Along with the National Excellent Short Story Award and the National Excellent Children's Literature Award, these two pure literature awards from the China Writers Association will soon be announced.

The scent of literature is becoming increasingly strong in the streets and alleys of Beijing.

In bookstores, libraries, and parks, you can see groups of young intellectuals holding books, discussing the two upcoming literary awards and speculating which writers will win the crown this year.

(End of this chapter)