1979: My fiancée is a goddess

Chapter 171: Shi Huai and Liu Xiaoli want to take the Beijing Dance Academy

At the same time, Chaoyang Party School building and the Literature and Art Institute dormitory.

"Bang!"

The iron gate was suddenly opened, and the dark dormitory suddenly became bright.

A middle-aged man in a Zhongshan suit with a pen hanging on his chest was standing outside the door. It was Jiang Zilon. As the most prestigious and responsible person in this literary lecture, Jiang Zilon had been keeping it in mind since he heard at the beginning of the month that Cheng Kaiyan's new work would be published on June 1st.

It was early in the morning and he just finished breakfast and came to inform everyone.

"Today is the day when Cheng Kaiyan's new work is published. Everyone, hurry up and go to the bookstore to show your support!"

"hiss!"

"Hurry up! Let's go and see how Comrade Xiao Cheng's article is written!"

"He's a talented writer! How can he not be good? He's ten dollars per thousand words. Do you think the editor of Children's Literature is a fool?"

The boys' dormitory was quickly mobilized at Jiang Zilon's call.

The girls’ dormitory is much simpler and has fewer people.

Wang Anyi reminded everyone once last night, and now that she has shouted it out, everyone knows it.

Both Ye Wenling and Wang Zuling were very curious.

Zhang Kangkang heard it, but lay on the bed without moving.

"Sister Zhang, aren't you going?"

Wang Anyi got up, put on his clothes, walked to Zhang Kangkang's bed, and said this in a neither-so-gentle-nor-sounding tone.

“I wrote too late last night and I’m a little tired.

You guys go ahead, I'll sleep a little longer and go later, or you can just show me what you want when you're done."

Zhang Kangkang originally wanted to pretend that she didn't hear anything and get away with it, but she didn't expect that Wang Anyi, this little girl, would stare at her and ask, which forced her to respond out loud.

In fact, after learning that the standard fee for Cheng Kaiyan's works was ten yuan per thousand words some time ago, Zhang Kangkang already understood that Cheng Kaiyan's work is definitely an excellent work in children's literature.

Although it makes me unhappy, this is the fact.

Wouldn't it be a waste of a dollar or two to buy his work at this time to increase his sales?

Of course Zhang Kangkang didn't want to go.

"Okay then, we'll go first. Class Leader Jiang has called on the whole class to support it. When everyone's works are published in the future, everyone will support them equally."

Wang Anyi shook her head, mentioned it casually, and then pulled the other three out.

"Oh!"

The door closed and the room became dark again.

Zhang Kangkang was the only one left lying on the bed, struggling with himself, "Everyone is going to support? If I'm the only one who doesn't support, then wouldn't that be..."

"No! I have to buy one no matter what!"

Zhang Kangkang realized this and quickly reacted. If everyone in the class bought something but he didn’t, wouldn’t that be too “unique”?

Maybe I'll be isolated...

In addition, she was also very unconvinced and wanted to see what Cheng Kaiyan wrote.

"One or two dollars is just feeding the dog..."

Gritting her teeth, she stood up, took out a yellowed and sour-smelling Big Unity banknote from the sole of Nei Liansheng's cloth shoes, and chased after him.

"Xiao Wang...wait for me."

"Isn't Sister Zhang tired?"

Wang Anyi scratched his head and asked.

"Hey, big sister, this is to unite classmates. No matter what Comrade Xiao Cheng writes, big sister is willing to support him!"

"Ha ha……"

Wang Anyi narrowed her eyes and responded with a laugh.

So the group went out in a large group and took the No. 8 bus to buy books.

Although Chaoyang is not as prosperous as Dongcheng District, there are still many bookstores.

After queuing for an hour at the Chaoyang Xinhua Bookstore, Zhang Kangkang and others finally got the thick book "Children's Literature".

The cover shows an endless desert. A boy wearing a hat is walking in the desert with a group of sheep. In the distance, a looming pyramid stands there.

"The Alchemist's Adventures?"

Zhang Kangkang raised his eyebrows, found a place to sit down, and found that this novel had a lot of words. "This must be 70,000 to 80,000 words! Ten yuan per thousand words, hiss... that's 700 to 800 yuan!"

The woman gnashed her teeth as she thought of this. You know, her royalties over the years totaled only this much, and Cheng Kaiyan's book alone cost seven or eight hundred...

Suppress the emotions in your heart and immerse yourself in the book. As a professional writer, putting aside other emotions when reading has become a basic habit.

"Wow~"

As the papers were turned page by page, Zhang Kangkang changed from being careless and dismissive at the beginning to having a rosy face and eyes full of emotion.

Even after finishing the film, Zhang Kangkang was still recalling the young man who remained true to his original aspirations, and the journey that was driven by two consecutive nights of dreams.

The shepherd boy dreamed of traveling around the world, so he refused the job in the seminary arranged by his parents and started living the life of a shepherd. Recently, he fell in love with a girl in a wool shop.

After two consecutive nights of dreams, he met a prophet, who enlightened him and made him realize that the sheep depended on him but did not really belong to him.

The girl did not depend on him, just like the beautiful bubbles in the sun, which would burst at the slightest poke. She was simply his wishful thinking and never belonged to him.

……

“No wonder some people often say that only those things that come back to you after you give up on them truly belong to you. But in a person’s life, how many things truly belong to you?”

"Spouses will drift apart, children will grow up, and money will just pass by..."

Zhang Kangkang felt emotional and couldn't help but think of her husband whom she divorced a few years ago, and she sighed deeply.

The shepherd boy decided to break the repetitive life, give up the comfortable days and pursue a journey with no end and no direction.

Zhang Kangkang was neither moved nor surprised, and even did not admire his bravery. She sneered, "The ignorant are fearless."

While crossing the sea in a wooden boat, the shepherd boy, who had no relatives to turn to, was overjoyed to meet an enthusiastic peer.

As expected, all the money of the naive boy was stolen. At that moment, he was in great pain and fell into despair.

After several days and nights of thinking and making decisions, he realized the reality and cruelty of the journey. It was not as simple and honest as in the small town in the countryside... He didn't even have the money to go back, and he had no way out. He might even starve to death in a foreign land.

He found a job in a crystal shop to save money, but decided to give up because it took thousands of miles of desert to get to the pyramids, and he wanted to save money to go back and buy a sheep.

Using his intelligence to attract many guests, the boss is a man with dreams, but he never thought about setting off. The boss said:
"You want to realize your dream, I just want to have the dream of going to Mecca, you are different from me, I am afraid that once I realize my dream, I will have no reason to live.

You have to keep going, sometimes it's impossible to stop the flow of life."

At this moment, the shepherd boy realized something: "People are always afraid to pursue their most important dreams because they feel they don't deserve them or they don't have the ability to accomplish them. The only thing that prevents dreams from coming true is the fear of failure."

He embarked on a journey across the desert, met an old camel driver, an Englishman who was looking for alchemy, and at the well he met the love he had longed for countless times in his life: "Love never stops a man from finding his destiny."

After saying goodbye to the girl he loved deeply, he set out on a journey again, making choices again and again...

……

“The fear of suffering is worse than suffering itself. No mind can endure suffering while pursuing its dreams.”

“The only thing that keeps your dreams from coming true is the fear of failure.”

“Wow… it’s so well written!”

After reading this book, Zhang Kangkang breathed a long sigh of relief and felt his soul trembling.

It’s like a winter night, drinking a bowl of fragrant chicken soup, leaning against the head of the bed and listening to the elders at home telling stories from the past. It’s warm and comfortable.

At this moment, Zhang Kangkang no longer felt unconvinced, petty, or displeased.

All of these are dissipated in this miraculous journey, just like Santiago in the article. What she needs to understand is what she really needs. Keep a humble heart and keep moving forward with a heart that never stops exploring.

Rather than being complacent and arrogant...

"I understand. I dare to say this..."

Zhang Kangkang couldn't help but think back to five or six years ago when he was working in the countryside.

Heavy labor, muddy land after rain, scorching sun, calloused fingers, and a bent waist...

At that time, she buried this tormenting and painful memory in her heart and only took it out to look at it when writing.

But now she finally understood that the history of educated youth going to the countryside was just a part of life and a necessary step to achieve her current status.

As it is said in The Shepherd Boy:

The combination of all past experiences, the people I have met, the things I have touched, the love I have felt, the pain after being lost, the confusion of inner choices...

Everything has made me who I am today, nothing less would be enough.

On the road to pursuing destiny, everything that happens is intentional by the hand of God.

but……

When you desire something, pursue it with all your might, and the whole universe will shine for it.

"Cheng Kaiyan... writes well!"

The woman slammed the book shut, smiling.

At the same time, Wang Anyi and others were also immersed in this story, and were touched by the simple but philosophical words in the corner of the story.

"It's much better than what I wrote. You deserve to be the first place winner of the Children's Literature Award."

Wang Anyi murmured with some admiration, and was also a little discouraged, but she soon realized that there was such a great master of children's literature around her.

If you ask with an open mind, you will definitely gain a lot!
“Let’s write it first!”

Wang Anyi took a sip of water, picked up a pen and began to think about the inspiration that had just come to her while she was reading.

Cheng Kaiyan is such a capable guy, I can’t fall too far behind him.

……

In the months after the publication of "Night Submarine", the magazine "Children's Literature" has also attracted the attention of many literature lovers. Now its audience is no longer limited to children, teenagers, parents and teachers.

Many literature lovers appreciate the concept and style of "Children's Literature" that adheres to the pure literature camp. They find that although the stories in the magazine are written for children, they are of high literary quality and can be read by adults as well.

Just look at this: On June 1st, Children’s Day, “Children’s Literature” launched a special Children’s Day issue in this issue, which was announced last month.

Therefore, many people were curious about what was so special about this issue, and lined up in bookstores to buy it.

Xinhua Bookstore on Jiefang Avenue, Jiangcheng.

"Comrade clerk, please give me a copy of children's literature."

"I want two copies of Grass."

While dealing with customers who were enthusiastic about buying books, the clerk Mao Aiqun would occasionally glance at the new work written by Comrade Cheng on the table. She is a loyal reader of "Children's Literature" and a loyal fan of Cheng Kaiyan.

Therefore, before opening the store in the morning, she had already started reading the new issue of "Children's Literature". Even when she was at work, she would take a break from her busy schedule to take a look.

"I have to say that Comrade Xiao Cheng is really good at writing children's literature. It has both the childish fun of young children and the literary philosophy that adults like."

She had a hunch that this young man she knew would become a master of children's literature in the future.

"Tsk tsk...Xiaoli is such a good kid! She picked such a good match."

Comrade Mao Aiqun sighed in his heart, then remembered something and thought: "By the way, today seems to be Children's Day. I will go back after my shift change at noon to buy some gifts for my son and tell him stories."

"Sister Aiqun, give me some children's literature, an English vocabulary book, and a political textbook."

Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao will arrive.

Liu Xiaoli, wearing a light yellow long dress with flying skirt corners and dancing long hair, came gracefully.

"Okay... Hey, why did you buy an English vocabulary book and a political textbook?"

Mao Aiqun asked curiously. After all, Liu Xiaoli was currently working at Jiangcheng Song and Dance Theater, so logically she wouldn't need to use these exam materials.

Liu Xiaoli smiled but said nothing, "Buy it back and have a look. It's a good thing to learn more, isn't it?"

"Okay, wait a moment, I'll get it for you."

Mao Aiqun didn't think much about it and turned into the house because these books were difficult to find.

After a while, she came out with a few books and handed them over, "Here you go, come back next time."

"Row."

Liu Xiaoli paid the money and turned to leave.

Back to the dance studio, there was only teacher Jiang Ling practicing dance silently, her sleeves soft and beautiful, her figure graceful and charming.

It is a Chinese classical dance.

Liu Xiaoli stood outside the door, watching Teacher Jiang's actions.

Whether in terms of fluency or dancing posture, she is slightly inferior to Aunt Wang Qiang from Beijing Dance Academy.

It is foreseeable that if I want to continue my studies in classical dance in the future, I can only rely on my own understanding and long-term hard work to hone my skills...

She looked down at the book in her hand, and recalled the afternoon when she was sitting on the sofa reading. At this moment, her undecided heart finally made a decision.

"Xiao Li? Come in,"

Teacher Jiang stopped what he was doing, saw Liu Xiaoli outside the door, and waved to her.

"Teacher, you dance beautifully. I didn't expect you to be so good at ballet. Your classical dance is also top-notch."

Liu Xiaoli collected her thoughts, walked into the dance studio, and said with a smile.

Although not as good as Aunt Wang Qiang, Teacher Jiang's classical dance skills are also quite good.

"hehe."

Teacher Jiang Ling glanced at the book in her hand, smiled meaningfully and said, "Still not as good as Senior Sister Wang Qiang..."

“You girls in your twenties have laid the most solid foundation after nearly ten years of practice.

But it is not enough to just have a basic knowledge of dance. For your future study, you need to learn according to what you like and are best at...

Only when you have mastered a certain field and created your own dance can you be considered a true dancer.

Xiaoli, you are extremely talented and have dabbled in ballet, folk dance, classical dance, Indian dance and other fields.

But your physical condition, appearance and temperament are naturally suitable for classical dance..."

"Do you want to study at the Beijing Dance Academy?"

Teacher Jiang Ling asked in a deep voice.

Liu Xiaoli lowered her head in silence, not daring to face the woman who was both her teacher and mother. She knew that once she determined this goal, she would be separated from these friends and teachers with whom she had been together for almost ten years.

The two stood quietly at the door of the dance studio, and the dim light from the corridor came in from the window.

"I want to go. I want to take the entrance exam to Beijing Dance Academy and study dance under Teacher Wang."

Finally, Liu Xiaoli raised her head, and her beautiful eyes, as dark as a cold pond, looked at Jiang Ling firmly.

"You should have made this decision a long time ago... Senior Sister Wang Qiang told me that during your time in the capital, you always came back so late because you went to peek at her dancing practice, right?"

"You can pursue further studies, and you can keep your job and study with pay."

Teacher Jiang Ling's eyes flashed with deep reluctance. She took a deep breath and patted her shoulder with relief.

"Great!"

(End of this chapter)