1979: My fiancée is a goddess

Chapter 138 Published! Published!
Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye it was March 31st, an ordinary day.

Wangfujing Street in Beijing.

Two large delivery trucks with black smoke coming out of their rear ends drove into a dark alley near the Xinhua Bookstore in Wangfujing. The driver, Xiao Hu, drove about fifty meters in when he saw a sign that said "Xinhua Bookstore Warehouse". He breathed a sigh of relief, stepped on the clutch brake, turned off the car and parked it at the door.

At this time, there were three figures standing at the door of the warehouse. They were Brother Liu, the person in charge of the warehouse, and two familiar young men.

The three men saw Xiao Hu and walked to the car. The person in charge, Brother Liu, yawned tiredly, "Ha... Comrade Xiao Hu, you are finally here. Why are you so late today? Didn't you deliver it at 5:30 in the past?"

Xiao Hu lowered his head and glanced at the car door. The three heads and six eyes cast earnest and reproachful looks at him, which scared him. He quickly wiped his face, wiped the grease off his face, then wiped it on his pants, then opened the car door with one hand and jumped out with a plop.

Xiao Hu quickly pulled out a pack of Daqianmen cigarettes from his pocket, pinched the snow-white cigarette butt with his yellowed nails and handed it over, explaining with a wry smile: "Hey~ Don't mention it, guys come and have a smoke!"

The person in charge, Brother Liu, wore a black hat, had big gold teeth in his mouth, and was wearing an earth-colored jacket.

He took the Daqianmen handed to him by Xiao Hu, curled his lips and looked down on it, then took out a box of Zhonghua cigarettes with a few cigarettes left from his pocket.

Brother Liu grinned, deliberately showing his big gold teeth covered with vegetable leaves, and said, "Smoke mine, smoke mine. This cigarette is comfortable to smoke and won't get stuck in your throat."

"Hey, old man, you're smoking tribute cigarettes. You look even more luxurious after not seeing you for a while. Soft Zhonghua cigarettes!"

The driver, Xiao Hu, took it, looked at it, and flattered him.

This guy is the warehouse manager of Xinhua Bookstore in Wangfujing, which is a lucrative position. Besides, his father-in-law is the head of the bookstore, so he can't offend anyone else but this guy.

"Alright, alright, what happened?"

"Brother Liu, you may not know this, but the publishing house and printing factory are very busy today. There are so many people, it's even busier than a vegetable market. I heard that all the bookstores in the city, big and small, have gone there. Guess what~"

"What's wrong?"

"For a book!"

"A book? What book?"

"love letter?"

When Brother Liu heard this, his greasy face froze.

What the hell?

Love letter, book of love?
Brother Liu snorted coldly and said contemptuously: "Are you fighting for this? A bunch of useless people, just a love story, I love your mother selling Tianjin hemp twist love..."

Bullshit love! His young heart died in this dark warehouse, feeling so cold and helpless.

"Then you are wrong. This is not an ordinary book. It is published in People's Literature. It is said to be the new work of Cheng Kaiyan, the famous writer who won an award a few days ago. Do you know how much their circulation is for this issue?"

Xiao Hu shook his head secretly and despised him in his heart, but he still leaned close to Brother Liu's ear and whispered a few words mysteriously.

"People's Literature, no wonder... Hey!!! Are you talking about Cheng Kaiyan? That pretty boy in the People's Daily, the handsome one. Don't let me see him, don't let me kill him. If he's handsome, why not show it off at home? Why does he have to show it off in the newspaper? Isn't this seducing decent women?"

Brother Liu suddenly thought of his wife, who had been reading a newspaper all the time and never left her side. He once took a peek and found that she was a pretty boy. Thinking of this, he felt sick as if he had eaten a green fly.

"Comrade Cheng Kaiyan is a great writer, Liu Xiangqian, you should be more respectful. You are ugly, uneducated, and use vulgar language, how can you be jealous?"

At this time, a middle-aged man in his early sixties wearing black-framed glasses walked out of the warehouse and shouted in great displeasure.

He has never liked this son-in-law. This cheap son-in-law was a man his daughter found randomly outside because she was fighting against him.

"Understood, Dad."

Brother Liu's arrogance suddenly subsided, because this person was his father-in-law.

"Xiang Qian, Xiao Hu, Xiao Wang, the four of you should hurry up and move this truckload of books into the warehouse. We need to sell them tomorrow morning. Just this afternoon, dozens of students came to ask about them.

The new issue of People's Literature tomorrow morning is expected to be a big hit again. Xiao Hu, you will be on the alert all day tomorrow and pick up the books as soon as you get the order!" the bookstore manager shouted.

"Yes!"

When the four heard the old leader's words, their faces suddenly turned bitter, and they all looked up at the two full trucks of People's Literature, which contained 80,000 copies.

If nothing unexpected happens, they will work until eight or nine o'clock tonight.

The bookstore manager walked to the back of the truck and saw boxes neatly arranged and stacked up in the truck.

He took out a tea knife from his pocket, cut the seal, and opened the cardboard box, revealing a number of books in intact plastic packaging.

A faint scent of ink filled his nostrils, and the leader looked down.

I saw a pure white book cover appear in front of me, snowflakes were all over the sky, and a woman was standing in the open space, looking up at the sky, raising her arms high as if she was performing some kind of ceremony to communicate with heaven.

"Love letter? Romance novel? Only young people have the courage to write this. People's Literature has finally broken through tradition. Zhang Guangnian is such a courageous and bold old man."

The old leader smiled, took out a book and took it away, preparing to take it back to show his daughter.

He did not think this was a mistake. On the contrary, he had great faith in the young comrade named Cheng Kaiyan. His appeal among young people could be seen from the last release of "Fragrant Grass".

"With more than 800,000 copies of Fangcao, what kind of peak will the Love Letter published in People's Literature reach this time? One million, two million?"

Thinking of this, even the experienced bookstore manager couldn't help but feel excited.

A great era of literature is coming to the world.

Who will be the brightest star of this era?

The bookstore manager can't wait until tomorrow. How many people will be there by then?

……

The moon rabbit falls, and the golden crow rises.

When the thinnest clouds on the horizon turned golden and the first ray of sunlight pierced the darkness along the central axis of Beijing, the Wangfujing Xinhua Bookstore had already opened for business early.

Last night, the old leader gave the order to open the door early to receive the young intellectuals who will come to buy books tomorrow.

Encouraged by the store manager, the shop assistants ran to the warehouse at high speed and pushed cart after cart of cardboard boxes filled with People's Literature to the store entrance and piled them up.

It was piled up to a height of one person, and at first glance, it looked all white.

"This month's People's Literature seems to be a little different."

"Today's cover is beautiful, simple and elegant, yet full of art."

Two shop assistants with short hair were talking in low voices while unpacking boxes.

The old leader behind me came over and said, "This is an illustration that was invited by People's Literature to be drawn by Huang Yongyu, a master of the Central Academy of Fine Arts. It is said to be a scene from the first novel of People's Literature, Love Letter."

"Wow! They even invited Huang Yongyu to draw illustrations? I think he also drew the monkey stamps? This young comrade Cheng Kaiyan is really amazing."

The two shop assistants were surprised at the influence of this talented man, but they were no longer surprised when they remembered that Comrade Cheng had won the National Excellent Children's Literature Award some time ago.

Being so young and talented, it is normal that People's Literature values ​​him.

On Wangfujing Street, which is separated from the Xinhua Bookstore by a glass door, there is a constant flow of people and the sounds of hawking are endless, including those selling breakfast, vegetables, and tofu.

An old man from the countryside who got up early and carried a load on his shoulder to sell vegetables in the city sat on the curb. There was a snakeskin bag on the ground, on which were placed Chinese cabbage, spring radish, spinach, shepherd's purse, etc.

While hawking his wares, he looked at the new things in this city with curiosity, just like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden.

There was a neat queue of young intellectuals lined up on the curb, coming to buy books.

"What's going on? The line is so long that I can't even see the end."

"Uncle, we are here to buy books. Do you know about love books?"

"I don't know... but young man, why don't you buy some of the old man's vegetables while you buy the books? They're very cheap, two cents a pound." "Two cents? So cheap, give me two pounds of spinach... Tsk tsk, now a copy of People's Literature costs one or two yuan..."

"Knowledge is definitely valuable!"

The old man said as he collected money and packed the dishes.

Damn it, it’s easier to make money from scholars. One book is worth ten kilograms of vegetables to me.

The old man was indignant and immediately wrote down Cheng Kaiyan's name. He made up his mind to go home and support his grandson's education. The whole family would tighten their belts to support him!
Farther down the street, people were rushing towards the bookstore.

"Have you heard? Cheng Kaiyan's new work will be published in People's Literature today. Let's go and get in line."

"You still have to go to work today, aren't you going?"

"I asked Lao Wang for leave."

"Hardcore! Buy me one too."

……

Beijing Normal University girls’ dormitory.

It was dawn and before the morning exercise bell rang, many girls in the girls' dormitory were already getting restless.

It’s not because of anything else, just because today is April 1st.

It was the day when the new book of their young teaching assistant at Beijing Normal University, Teacher Cheng Kaiyan, was published.

Moreover, as early as the open class that day, everyone had already made sufficient psychological preparations: "When it is published, we must buy a copy! This is a novel written by a love mentor. We must see how wonderful it is and how it depicts love!"

Don’t blame the girls for being so excited, there are people who are more awesome than them.

The female president of the Cradle Literary Society, one of the two major literary societies at Beijing Normal University, made a personal statement two days ago, saying that all the educated young people in the society must be mobilized to contribute to Teacher Xiao Cheng's new book.

They want to let Teacher Xiao Cheng see the power of these educated young people, and they must make sure that everyone has a copy of "Love Letter"!
He also said that this was a love letter from Teacher Xiao Cheng to all the girls in the school.

"Heh! What about a love letter to all the girls in the school? Do you think you deserve it? It's obviously...it was obviously me who came here first!"

Hearing such words, even Zhao Ruixue, who has a cold personality, felt a little annoyed.

Forget about that girl, now everyone is eyeing me!

At this time, hot water was flowing from the faucet, and milky white mist was drifting out from the basin.

In order to get the novel as soon as possible, Zhao Ruixue set an alarm for six o'clock last night.

As soon as the alarm rang, she hurriedly got up and washed.

Zhao Ruixue stood by the washbasin in the dormitory, scooped up a pool of clear water and splashed it on her face. A stream of warm water enveloped her pretty face, making the girl forget her worries for a short while.

The pair of distinct black and white eyes stared at herself in the mirror. Today, Zhao Ruixue was only wearing a thick white sweater with a red scarf tied around her neck. The red and white combination made her skin, which had already whitened a lot due to her careful care these days, look even whiter like snow.

The oval face in the mirror, which was full of oriental charm and the graceful temperament of a northern girl, was wet, and the water vapor evaporated into a milky white mist.

Her forehead is full, her eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, and her wet hair sticks to both sides of her cheeks.

The lower part of her face was slightly pointed like a melon seed, and a drop of water with a girl's cool fragrance was sliding down the tip of her beauty peak.

Her slender and powerful fingers tightly grasped her pink and white towel handkerchief, and her fingers with distinct knuckles turned a little white because she was holding too tightly.

"Once you see that love letter, the answer will be revealed."

The girl's emotions gradually cooled down as her face became colder due to the evaporation of water vapor.

Wring out the towel, hang it up, and pour water.

He turned around neatly and left the dormitory at a leisurely pace.

She walked towards the bookstore, her ponytail rising in a graceful arc and dancing behind her.

Just like the heart that had been beating in her chest for a long time.

……

On the school trail.

Because Zhao Ruixue didn't have a bicycle, she had to walk to the bookstore to buy books, but fortunately the distance was not far.

There is one near Xinjiekou, which is a branch of Xinhua Bookstore, specially set up for nearby college students.

When Zhao Ruixue arrived at the bookstore, there were already dozens of people queuing at the door.

"It's not even seven o'clock yet, and there are so many people here. Fortunately, we came early."

Zhao Ruixue thought with some relief, took a deep breath, quickened her pace and lined up behind the last student.

As time goes by, there are more and more people.

At seven o'clock, the store door opened and the students who had been prepared rushed into the bookstore, scrambling for the new issue of "People's Literature".

"Comrade clerk! I want two copies of People's Literature!"

“I want one!”

Amid the surging crowd, Zhao Ruixue waited for less than two minutes and bought a thick copy of People's Literature.

The cover is as pure white as snow, and in the snow-covered mountain stream, a woman's figure is standing in it, with her arms outstretched, looking up at the sky.

What kind of picture is that?
Pure white snow, ethereal mountain streams, black tree branches, and lonely figures dancing in the snow...

In an instant, an indescribable feeling of beauty struck her heart.

Just as she was stunned, the clerk said, "Sorry, the 8,000 copies have been sold out!"

"Ah? Sold out?"

"So fast!"

"Classmate, can you sell me the book you have? I'll give you four dollars."

A boy came over and asked Zhao Ruixue.

"no!"

Zhao Ruixue immediately hugged the book tightly in her arms and ran towards the dormitory.

When I returned to the dormitory, several roommates were still sleeping soundly.

Zhao Ruixue took off her coat and pants, revealing her slender and beautiful body curves. She curled up in the bed which still had some warmth left, leaned on the pillow, and sniffed the cold air comfortably.

She held the book as if it were a sacred object, very carefully.

"Wow~"

The snow-white pages of the book were opened, and the first paragraph of text was imprinted before my eyes.

"Secret love is a person's chaos and also a grand pantomime." - Cheng Kaiyan

When the girl saw this sentence, her eyes trembled continuously, like a panicked snow-white little animal.

(End of this chapter)