1979: My fiancée is a goddess

Chapter 170 Time flies, calm as water
At around ten o'clock in the morning, the campus was crowded with people, moving back and forth between the teaching buildings and classrooms to and from classes.

In the playground in the distance, more students can be seen walking, or sitting on the green grass reciting poems or reading books.

It looks very prosperous.

Obviously, editors Cheng Kaiyan and Xu Dexia did not realize how much surprise this sentence of ten yuan per thousand words brought to the writers in the writer class.

The students were just surprised at how high the ten dollars was, but the writers in these writing classes knew very well how rare this standard of remuneration was.

In this golden age of literature, a proposal to increase royalties was passed at a meeting in March this year, but many writers still maintain the original standards.

In fact, it is already good enough if the article can pass the review and be published in a literary magazine. If the magazine gives you some royalties, it means that it respects your article. Many people are happy to accept the standard of four or five yuan per thousand words.

For example, when Wang Anyi submitted an article to "Youth Literature and Art", even though she was the editor, she was only paid five yuan per thousand words, which was equivalent to an outstanding newcomer.

"What a high standard for the manuscript fee. This children's literature must have a lot of words, right? If he casually writes 50,000 or 60,000 words, it will be 500 or 600..."

Wang Anyi stood by the door frame, holding the iron door with her hand, her eyes shining brightly.

What is the concept of five or six hundred?

An average dual-income family would need two to three years to save that much money.

It is even more difficult for writers like them. Many of them only produce two or three works a year, which are short stories of 10,000 to 20,000 words.

In most cases, the draft cannot be passed on the first try, but has to be revised repeatedly, which is a torture.

Being handsome, wealthy and suave is an inherent impression many people have of writers.

But poverty is the main theme.

Wang Anyi spent so many days at the Institute of Literature and Art, and although she didn't know many people, she took note of everyone's living standards.

The guesthouse did not take care of everyone's food and drink, but only issued some grain and meat coupons every month.

Many people live on steamed buns and eat frugally.

A few hundred dollars is definitely a huge sum of money.

"He's still an assistant teacher, earning fifty dollars a month... He's a rich son-in-law."

Liu Shuhua said this with some envy in her tone. Although she thought she was not worthy of such a young man, she couldn't help but envy Comrade Liu Xiaoli for finding such a partner.

But maybe Comrade Wang Anyi is feeling more complicated right now?
After all, such an excellent potential partner slipped away right under my nose...

Liu Shuhua shook his head and chuckled in his heart.

"Yes, but I am five years older than him..."

Wang Anyi seemed to be comforting herself, and her mood improved in an instant. She said eagerly, "Damn it! I helped him copy his homework for so long, and he showed off outside. I asked him to treat me to lunch at noon!"

"Correct!"

If you can’t get a rich husband, you can’t miss this meal!

Liu Shuhua nodded repeatedly in agreement.

"Tsk! If you weren't the first prize winner of the Children's Literature Award, Children's Literature wouldn't give you ten dollars per thousand words."

Not far away, Zhang Kangkang's square face, which was far from being pretty, was full of dissatisfaction, "I'd like to see what you wrote later to see if it's worth ten dollars for a thousand words!"

Some people were not convinced, while others felt admiration. After all, everyone was relatively simple and honest at that time.

"I didn't expect this Comrade Xiao Cheng to be so amazing! He is indeed a writer with a background in children's literature. It seems that we have underestimated the heroes of the world."

Ye Xin leaned on the balcony railing with his hands, looked into the distance and sighed.

"Otherwise? Comrade Kaiyan is someone that Mr. Ye has a crush on."

Jiang Zilong laughed and revealed a shocking news.

Ye Xin's pupils shrank. In today's literary world, the only person who could be called Mr. Ye was Mr. Ye Shengtao.

"No wonder."

"But he is really talented. His works since his debut are all top-notch. He also maintains such a high desire to create, almost producing one work per month. His future achievements cannot be underestimated."

……

Cheng Kaiyan and Xu Dexia came to the stairs, which was relatively quiet.

"Well... I'm just a little curious. After all, the editor-in-chief didn't tell me."

Seeing that it caused quite a stir, Xu Dexia realized something was wrong and scratched her head awkwardly.

"It's okay, it's nothing."

Cheng Kaiyan shook her head, not taking it seriously and ignoring it.

People are very jealous, so just deal with this kind of thing coldly.

After delivering the bill for the manuscript fee, Cheng Kaiyan did not let Xu Dexia leave, saying that she would invite her to have a meal outside at noon.

Xu Dexia naturally agreed happily. In fact, she didn't want to go back to work, so she volunteered to deliver the manuscript fee receipts. Otherwise, she could just throw them directly into the mailbox.

What's more, there's a meal to be had, so why not?

So for the next hour or so, Xu Dexia sat beside and chatted enthusiastically with Wang Anyi, Liu Shuhua and others.

At first, we were talking about serious topics like how to submit to Children's Literature and whether the treatment was good. But later on, we started to talk about dating and gossips we heard from our aunts and uncles...

Time passed quickly and it was noon. Cheng Kaiyan and the other two left the school and ordered some food at the restaurant in Beitaipingzhuang that Jiang Ting often visited.

Because they were a wealthy family, Xu Dexia and Wang Anyi did not hold back and served all kinds of dishes, including beef and pork elbows...

The meal cost almost ten yuan, and Cheng Kaiyan packed a portion to take back for her aunt.

“The Shepherd Boy will be published on June 1st. At that time, our Children’s Literature editorial department will go to primary schools and welfare homes with government personnel to distribute books for free and organize activities.

are you going?

I can play games with the kids and sign autographs, it will be a memorable experience!"

Before leaving, editor Xu Dexia suddenly remembered this and looked at him and asked.

"Okay, you can call me when the time comes. June 1st happens to be my holiday as well."

Cheng Kaiyan readily agreed, after all, he was once an orphan.

"Is June 1st a holiday? Let me calculate the date... It's Children's Day. Although there are no classes on June 1st, do you want to celebrate Children's Day?"

Wang Anyi counted on her fingers and asked with a curious look.

"Everyone is a six-year-old, five-thousand-day-old child! What's wrong with celebrating Children's Day?"

Cheng Kaiyan held the lunch box and put one hand on her waist.

"A child of six years and five thousand days?"

When Xu, Wang and Liu heard this, their faces looked a little strange and they tried to hold back their laughter.

Cheng Kaiyan: "What's going on?! What's going on?"

"Hahaha!"

The three girls burst into laughter and soon bent over with laughter.

……

Time is like an arrow, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle.

Hmm...it's like writing an elementary school composition.

That being said, time does pass quickly.

At least that's what Cheng Kaiyan felt after Liu Xiaoli left. Life was ordinary and dull.

The three points of daily life are work, class and reading.

In the blink of an eye, it is the end of May, spring has gone and summer has come.

There is no change in ordinary days, but the weather is getting hotter and hotter.

Cheng Kaiyan's window was facing the east and west of the sun. The scorching rays shone on the curtains, making them hot. They felt hot to the touch, as if they would catch fire in the next second. "Huh... This damn weather is getting hotter and hotter!"

Cheng Kaiyan sat at the desk, lowered her head and took a sip of the large can of yogurt with ice cubes.

My heart feels cool and my heart is soaring.

He supported his chin with one hand and wrote the title "Three Major Themes of Children's Literature" on the paper with the other hand, followed by the abstract and keywords...

His thoughts flow smoothly and his writing seems to be inspired by God.

After more than half a month of reading, Cheng Kaiyan had basically read all the children's literature classics that she had selected at the beginning of the month.

I also did a brief analysis using the three main themes and wrote it down in my notebook.

The next task is to extract the essence and discard the dross.

It is rearranged according to the theoretical framework of the three major themes.

It is estimated that the first draft can be completed in half a month.

"The goal is to become a master of children's literature!"

Cheng Kaiyan held the pen given by her boyfriend in her hand and shouted in a rather childish way at the little black cat sleeping on the sycamore tree outside the window.

However, the cat did not meow in response. Instead, it raised its eyelids and glanced at him with its blue eyes. Its eyes were very human and revealed a hint of disgust.

"Dead cat! Let Xiaoyu castrate you later!"

This cat was picked up by the little girl Zhan Xinyu from school, but Aunt Wang Qiang did not allow her to keep it as she thought it was unlucky.

So the girl begged him to feed her when he was free.

Thinking of this, Cheng Kaiyan took some Mongolian dried meat from the drawer, tore it into pieces, and waved to the disobedient black kitten.

With a swish, a pitch-black object jumped down from the tree, and the wind it brought with it blew away the dust and leaves around it.

"Meow~"

With a flutter of its wings, the pure black kitten jumped onto the table, squatted with its two little paws folded under its body, stared at the dried meat in Cheng Kaiyan's hand with its two blue eyes, and meowed to please her.

"Eat, eat, you're as skinny as a monkey."

Cheng Kaiyan stretched out her hand and pushed it directly into her throat.

"Meow~"

The little black cat glared at him resentfully, then jumped from the table to the wooden sofa with the dried meat in its mouth.

It was determined to avoid this hateful human!
After feeding the cat, Cheng Kaiyan put the paper away and put it back in the drawer.

He got up and washed his face, then fell on the bed and fell asleep. On the sofa not far away, the black kitten curled up after eating dried meat, with only its little tail sweeping back and forth on the sofa.

The hair, which originally had no luster, became shiny and smooth after the recent feeding, reflecting light in the sun.

One person and one cat, they sleep until night time to eat.

"time to eat!"

Zhan Xinyu came in holding an iron basin, and no one knew who she was calling.

"Why don't you take your cat away?"

Cheng Kaiyan turned over and said to Zhan Xinyu who was squatting on the ground.

"No, Brother Yan, I don't even have a place to sleep, so how can I let Xiaobai sleep?"

The little girl said pitifully.

After feeding the cat, the two of them sat in the main room with their bowls of food and watched TV.

It is seven o'clock now. The news is being broadcast on CCTV. Sitting in the room are Cheng Kaiyan's family and the Zhan family.

"According to the news, on May 27, the leader took a special plane with a delegation to visit Neon. This was the first visit in history. The two sides agreed to hold a working meeting of government members this year... It represents a new milestone in the peace and friendship between the two countries."

Since the reform and opening up, the political side has visited many times,

Economically, a large amount of loans are provided to invest in infrastructure construction.

Culturally, the two countries signed the "Cultural Exchange Agreement" last December, which set the goal of developing exchanges in culture, education, academia, sports and other aspects between the two countries..."

The voice of CCTV host Li Juan came from the TV speakers, and everyone was watching the news while holding their bowls.

"Dad, why do we have to communicate with the devils?"

The little girl was holding a cat in her arms. She bumped into Zhan Jianjun and asked in confusion.

"On the one hand, it's economic, and on the other hand, it's geopolitical between the United States and the Soviet Union... There must be benefits."

Zhan Jianjun smiled and explained, "It is reflected in our surroundings that many universities in Beijing have started exchange programs one after another. Last year, our CAFA held an art exhibition exchange with Tokyo University of the Arts, and this year we also launched a government-sponsored study abroad program in Japan."

"I also heard about this program at Beijing Normal University. It's not studying abroad, but an exchange program. You study in China for two years, then go on exchange at Waseda University for two years, and get diplomas from both schools."

Cheng Kaiyan nodded and said.

This was notified by the superiors in the middle of this month. It is an excellent policy, but there are very few places available in each department. The Chinese Department, as the largest department at Beijing Normal University, has only three or four places.

Many students are working hard.

However, this naturally had no impact on Cheng Kaiyan. However, I heard that Professor Lu Zongta from their Chinese Department was recently invited to Neon to hold an academic conference.

"Hehe~ Then wait until we have enjoyed the benefits, and then we will destroy them."

Zhan Xinyu hummed twice and muttered.

"Hahaha~"

"This kid."

This made everyone laugh, and reminded me of a saying by an old man:

When a sugar-coated bullet comes at you, eat the sugar coating and fire the bullet back!

Cheng Kaiyan thought, "It seems that what Teacher Shuihua said is true. Under this environment, Love Letter may have a chance to be filmed in Neon.

The neon lights of the 1980s, the craziest and most prosperous generation..."

Tsk tsk.

There was nothing to say all night, and the next morning.

Cheng Kaiyan got up, put on her clothes, tore off a page from the almanac and threw it into the trash can.

June 1st, Children's Day.

Before I knew it, all four novels were going to be published...

Cheng Kaiyan sighed, then put on her clothes and walked out the door, "Mom! I'm going out for a while and will be back in the afternoon."

Riding a bike and strolling along Wangfujing Street, the Xinhua Bookstore has the most people on the first day of every month.

Most publications these days are monthly, and the first of every month is the day when all publications come up with new content.

Naturally, it attracted the attention of countless young literary and artistic people.

"Comrade clerk, you are finally open. Give me a copy of People's Literature!"

"I want a copy of Flower City!"

"Shop assistant! I want a copy of Children's Literature!"

There were many children around thirteen or fourteen years old mixed in the crowd, shouting with their hands raised.

Well...anyway, few people know that Cheng Kaiyan’s new work "The Alchemist" was published today, nor do they know that it was published in "Children's Literature".

Therefore, it is destined to be a publication that is as gentle and silent as the spring rain, plain as water, and needs time and careful simmering to finally turn into the fragrant and healing chicken soup.

"fair enough……"

Cheng Kaiyan took a look and didn't plan to buy a copy, but went straight to the editorial department of "Children's Literature" in Chaoyang.

(End of this chapter)