1979: My fiancée is a goddess

When Chapter 140 of the Snow-White Love Letter was published, it was like a heavy snowfall in the capital.

She asked this question over and over in her mind, but could never come to a conclusion.

Is this a love letter?
"No! No!"

This thought flashed through Zhao Ruixue's mind, but she quickly rejected it. This was definitely not an expression of affection to her, but more like an expression to her past self.

Or it could be an expression of her youth when she was ignorant and not brave enough.

The two of them at that time were just like what was written in the poem: the boy came riding on a bamboo horse and played with green plums around the bed.

Childhood sweethearts, childhood sweethearts.

It is the best portrayal of the two of them and will always be a beautiful memory in the girl's heart.

Even though many years have passed, she has never forgotten the four years she spent in the countryside, carrying a hoe and shovel to work every day, working from sunrise to sunset.

Every night after work, she would drag her exhausted body to sleep and would dream about those days from time to time.

But later her memory gradually became blurred. The numbness of life and the despair of a hopeless future clouded her heart, and that person appeared in her dreams less and less often.

Later, she asked an old lady in the village. This old lady was a female Taoist priest in a small Taoist temple before liberation.

It was a summer morning. The meadow was full of morning dew. The dazzling sun was spreading gradually scorching sunlight, and the ground underfoot was wet black soil.

"Old man, what is the reason for dreaming about a person so often?"

The girl, who was only sixteen years old at the time, squatted under a big tree and asked curiously during her break at work.

"Hmm... this question..."

The old man looked at her strangely, with a look of pity and an inexplicable taste in his eyes. She looked at him for a while, then said in a deep voice: "When you dream about someone, it doesn't mean that he is thinking about you, nor that he is forgetting you.

People often say that if you think about something during the day, you will dream about it at night. It means that he has always been in your subconscious mind, and your body tells you in the form of dreams that you have never forgotten him and have never been at ease. "

"Is that so?"

The girl pursed her lips, somewhat unbelieving. She had almost forgotten what the man looked like. All that was left was an image of him wearing a white shirt, standing in the sun holding a book, but she couldn't see his face clearly.

Why do I keep thinking about him?

“I heard from people that this is the person who often appears in my dreams.

It is because you and he are destined to be together, and you should have met in this life, but due to some force majeure factors, your fate is shallow and you no longer have the chance to know each other and stay with each other.

But the marriage is still there, so I have to go.

So this person will keep appearing in dreams, over and over again.

Until the marriage fate of the previous life is exhausted bit by bit, so every time I meet you in a dream, I am actually saying goodbye to you. "

"Goodbye?"

……

She lived peacefully in the countryside until 1978, when her uncle, an official in Shanghai, sent her a letter saying that the college entrance examination would be restarted soon and asked her to hurry up and review. He also sent her review materials.

So she worked during the day and came home at night to read with a lamp on.

She studied until twelve o'clock every day, and a whole year passed like this, and that person never visited her dreams again.

In September 1978, she was admitted to Beijing Normal University.

Carrying her luggage, she boarded the train back to Beijing. Looking at the billowing black smoke and the endless black land, her heart was as calm as water.

A vast life appeared before her eyes.

Go home, report to school, go to school, and make new friends.

I will go home again on weekends.

It's just like there's something missing in my heart.

……

Many memories flashed through her mind, and Zhao Ruixue calmed down a lot after crying.

He stared blankly at the wooden bed above his head, in a daze.

"Ruixue, what's wrong with you?"

Zhang Chun, who was sleeping opposite her, lay on the bed, looking at her sideways, his eyes full of concern.

In fact, Zhang Chun had been awake for a long time and had been observing Zhao Ruixue for quite some time.

In the beginning, he was reading a book and talking to himself, then he began to sob, then shed tears, and finally now he is staring at the wooden board above his head in a daze.

This made Zhang Chun a little worried, so he gritted his teeth and shouted anyway.

"Ah? Ahem... I'm fine. What's wrong?"

Zhao Ruixue responded subconsciously, but the hoarseness of her voice startled her. She coughed lightly and said, "I seem to have a cold. Zhang Chun, do you have any cold medicine?"

"Yes, I'll find it for you... By the way, are you reading a book? It looks like the Love Letter written by Teacher Xiao Cheng, right?"

Zhang Chun naturally accepted this white lie and changed the subject.

In recent days, everyone in the class has been looking forward to April 1st, because this day is the day when Cheng Kaiyan's new book "Love Letter" is published in "People's Literature".

Everyone is looking forward to what kind of love story this young man, who once talked to them about love values ​​in an open class, will bring to everyone in his novel.

Zhang Chun is also looking forward to it. Love is something that every girl admires. It is so beautiful.

But today the weather is gloomy and the temperature is low, so no one can get up.

It's already past eight o'clock, and Zhao Ruixue and I are the only ones who are up in the dormitory.

Yang Mengshan and Ji Qinglan were still fast asleep and could not be woken up at all.

What surprised Zhang Chun was that Zhao Ruixue had already gone out at around six or seven o'clock, and had even bought the book and finished reading it.

What a pair of lovers, getting up so early to buy it.

You can tell how much thought went into this, as this book is not easy to get.

"Yes."

Zhao Ruixue nodded indifferently, with no expression on her face, except that her red and swollen eye sockets were somewhat obvious.

"Here, here's some cold medicine for you. I'll go get you a glass of water."

Zhang Chun threw over a box of cold and anti-inflammatory medicines. At this time, she had already gotten dressed and got up. She walked to the desk, picked up the thermos and poured a cup of hot water into Zhao Ruixue's porcelain cup.

Zhao Ruixue did have a cold, maybe it was when she was washing her face in the morning?

"Ah."

She swallowed the pill and nodded slightly.

So Zhao Ruixue leaned on the pillow, and Zhang Chun sat on the bed, leaning on her shoulder, looking at the white book on the soft quilt, and asked curiously: "How is this book?"

“… a very good book.”

Zhao Ruixue pondered for a moment. Even though her heart was filled with turbulent emotions, she, who was always cold and aloof, still managed to remain calm when facing her friends, and gave an objective evaluation: "This work is not just a novel about love, it is more like a love letter to the past, full of deep reflections on youth, memory and loss.

First of all, the story of the novel revolves around two heroines and the soul of a male protagonist floating in the air, silently watching everything. An unbalanced triangle is formed between the three of them, making the story full of tension and uncertainty.

The novel’s narrative structure is one of its most appealing features. Through the correspondence between the two heroines, Watanabe Hiroko and Fujii Itsuki, the novel gradually reveals a long-hidden secret love story.

This non-linear narrative style not only increases the suspense of the story, but also makes readers curious and want to find out the truth during the reading process.

Secondly, the emotional description in the novel is very delicate and real, which makes people feel as if they are there..."

Zhao Ruixue paused at this point, with a half-smile on her face, but it was just a blink, and then she continued: "Cheng Kaiyan, with his unique brushstrokes, interweaves the hazy emotions of adolescence and the complex emotions of adulthood, showing the inner struggle and growth of the characters. Every detail is full of emotional tension, whether it is the silent concern of the male Fujii Itsuki for the female Fujii Itsuki, or the deep nostalgia of Watanabe Hiroko for her deceased lover, all of which make people empathize.

The love in youth is pure, innocent, and beautiful like snowflakes, which are fleeting and melt away in the blink of an eye. It is beautiful but easily broken. Just one transfer is enough to destroy this love like snow. "

"A secret crush?"

Zhang Chun nodded thoughtfully.

"Well, the core theme of this book is probably about reminiscing about the secret love in youth and lamenting the sadness of the fleeting beauty, right?"

The two of them were chatting and reading at the same time. Before they knew it, the other two people in the dormitory had passed on their clothes and were standing by the bed listening for a long time.

In Zhao Ruixu's somewhat hoarse and sad voice, we listened together to the love that was deeply buried in our youth, and were moved and saddened by this beauty.

At this moment, this situation.

The same thing happened throughout the city of Beijing. The scene of scrambling to buy and read appeared in the streets, deep alleys, quaint and dilapidated courtyards, university classrooms, dormitories, and libraries.

Everywhere you can see educated young people holding a snow-white book in their hands and reading quietly.

As soon as this snow-white "love letter" appeared in the eyes of these young people who got up early to buy it, it immediately caused a tremor in their souls.

"Are you OK?"

"I'm very good."

Cheng Kaiyan's love letter dedicated to everyone, this snow-white love letter, seems abrupt yet natural.

Its appearance was like a sudden heavy snowfall in the capital city, with snowflakes carrying a hint of sadness in the cold falling on the tip of the heart.

"Are you OK?"

"I'm very good!"

They repeated these words, pretending to have a conversation with the lover they had never met, exchanging the emotions and love in their hearts across the air.

From a love letter sent to heaven, from a detective-like search, from a secret love from death to life, from library cards with names written all over them, from portraits drawn on the back...

Deliberately taking the wrong English test paper, two identical names on duty on the blackboard, a boy fighting over a girl, a paper bag on a girl's head while riding a bike, a boy leaning on the railing reading a book, peeking at her from time to time...

Every drop of detail is like an unopened love letter, waiting to be discovered by the female tree and waiting for people to explore.

When the mystery was solved, the self-portrait appeared in front of the female Ashu.

Everyone couldn't help but have tears in their eyes, moved and sad for this unrequited love.

A sad little river, carrying a sky full of snowflakes, flows slowly down from the top of the snow-capped mountain, seeping into everyone's heart.

The river water is pure yet bone-chillingly cold, carrying the cruelty and pain of youth; the rough ice gently cuts the reader's heart.

These ice cubes are not sharp, but they touch people's hearts again and again.

Beautiful yet sad, pure yet chaotic.

After reading this novel, every reader's heart is like a long-accumulated frozen volcano, erupting at the end of the story.

There seems to be an inherent concept in my heart about love that disappears at this moment. What replaces it?
No one knows.

But one thing that is clear now is that such a pure story has won the love of many people.

It has nothing to do with scars, art, or literature.

At this moment, all that remains in everyone's heart is the sunshine, air, snowflakes, and the beauty of the blushing faces of young boys and girls.

White snow and letter paper, black night and mourning clothes, golden sunlight, gauze curtains, and the smell of decayed wood in the library...

It seemed as if everyone was not watching a novel, but a film composed of impressionist oil paintings. People were immersed in it and unable to extricate themselves.

"I love this novel so much! The images in the text are so vivid, it's like watching a movie. I don't want to miss a single frame."

"Me too! I love this kind of beautiful love, even though love always misses us and always passes us by."

“Perhaps everyone has a person in their life whom they cannot love, perhaps everyone is missing someone whom they have not met for a long time, perhaps everyone has a secret love in their heart that they have never expressed.

In the story, Fujii Itsuki holds a guitar in his hand and sings the song: My love has already gone with the south wind...

Just like what teacher Cheng Kaiyan wrote on the title page: Secret love is a person's chaos and a grand pantomime. "

……

"Hey! Have you ever read the love letter?"

"No, then do you want to read my love letter?"

"Okay...okay."

……

"Let's not miss it, okay? Not like the two people in the story."

"Okay, we'll be together forever and ever."

……

At the same time, in Jiangcheng, thousands of miles away from the capital.

The cruise ship hummed on the river, and Liu Xiaoli received a letter from the capital.

"Dear Comrade Liu Xiaoli, I haven't seen you for a few months and I miss you so much. Would you mind giving me a love letter?"

"How are you? I'm fine."

The light blue font is very neat and doesn't seem to have any other meaning.

But Liu Xiaoli felt inexplicably touched.

"Puchi! How are you? I'm fine. Thank you, Comrade Xiao Cheng, my sister is doing well!"

Although the bright girl did not understand the meaning of these two sentences, she also did not understand why these two sentences were called love letters.

"Maybe he can't write love letters?"

Liu Xiaoli still happily pressed the thin piece of letter paper against her full and soft chest, bringing it closer to her heart.

It seems that this will bring me closer to that person.

"I'm fine, I just miss you a little bit."

The girl murmured.

Suddenly, the dormitory door was kicked open with a clang. She was startled and quickly stuffed the letter into the deep, snowy and soft groove.

"Sister Xiaoli! Brother Kaiyan has published a new book in People's Literature! My god, people are lining up to the Yangtze River beach to buy books. I waited in line for a long time before I could buy one. Sister Xiaoli, can you guess what his name is?"

Wang Danping was standing at the door, with her back to the light, kicking the door with her foot raised. Her carefree look was very funny.

At this moment, her face was flushed and her eyes were full of excitement as she shouted loudly.

"what is it call?"

"love letter!"

Thanks to Qingsu for the 100-point reward.

By the way, some parts of the novel were not copied from the original novel of Love Letter. Many of the original novel’s sentences were dialogue-style and reminiscence-style, and there were not many specific scenes.

Some of them are converted into text based on scenes in the movie, so don’t say they are copied from the original.

Even if some parts are borrowed from the original work, they have been polished, modified and filled.

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(End of this chapter)