1979: My fiancée is a goddess

Chapter 173 Heated Discussion
Cheng Kaiyan naturally didn't know that her donation was accidentally discovered by female comrade Zhang Li.

They rode forward all the way out of the street where the welfare home was located. The wheels of their bicycles were smoking when they finally caught up with Xu Dexia and the others who were going away.

"Dingling bell~"

Ring the bell to remind.

For some reason, Xu Dexia fell behind the team and pedaled slowly, looking very comfortable.

Hearing the bell, she was about to turn around, but a breeze blew up from her side, blowing the soft temples at her ears. A familiar slender figure was already shoulder to shoulder with her. She blinked and didn't look back: "Where did you go just now?"

"Something was dropped."

Cheng Kaiyan said this calmly, but still a little depressed.

For many people, visiting a place like an orphanage for the first time will have a significant impact on their cognition.

It is said that some people with poor psychological endurance will vomit on the spot.

Maybe it’s because these people who usually live in a sunny, bright environment feel uncomfortable when they first come into contact with the “dark place” where these unfortunate people gather together?

I went to the welfare home today and visited most of the areas.

But there was one area that Cheng Kaiyan noticed that Dean Jiang never took anyone to observe or get close to.

That's Area 2, a small building behind the cafeteria.

There live some children who are born unable to live a normal life, such as those suffering from polio, cerebral palsy, intellectual disabilities, etc. They need special care for their three meals a day, daily life, eating, drinking, defecating and urinating.

"Haha...you're quite a caring guy."

Xu Dexia smiled. Although Cheng Kaiyan didn't say it, she could still guess a little.

It's nothing more than donating money. After all, she has done such things before.

It might be okay once or twice, but after that you will slowly feel powerless.

Because the power of one person is too small.

How long can dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of dollars last for an orphanage that needs to support more than a hundred children?

It's just a drop in the bucket.

"Comrade Xiao Cheng, the revolution has not yet succeeded, and comrades still need to work hard. Our country needs talents like you to build a new era."

Xu Dexia sighed.

"The new era is not far away, let's work hard together!"

Cheng Kaiyan chuckled, pointed ahead and spoke loudly.

This clear and loud shout resonated with the people traveling with him.

In fact, it was not just Cheng Kaiyan who felt emotional. The young editors of Children's Literature and the young people who came to the service team this time also felt the same way. Although they did not vomit, their moods had already fluctuated greatly.

We are all caring and kind young people, otherwise we would not choose to join volunteer organizations like service teams, or magazines like children's literature that combine literature and children's nature.

At this moment, everyone heard Cheng Kaiyan's loud shout, and for a moment everyone's mood became a little excited, and they shouted loudly:

“Build a new era, keep going!”

The young people's shouts, one after another, echoed for a long time in the early summer breeze.

After riding for a while, I finally returned to the editorial department of Children's Literature.

Editor-in-Chief Hu and District Officer Ma had just returned, and they were standing at the door chatting casually.

"They're back..."

A gay man pointed and said.

"Okay, everyone come and gather together. I'll give everyone some commemorative gifts, and then you can disperse and go home."

The group quickly parked the car and went over to gather.

Cheng Kaiyan was no exception. Director Hu and District Officer Ma carried a small cardboard box and distributed gifts to everyone.

A badge with "Long Live the People" written on it, Chairman Mao, a small bag of rice per person, about ten pounds, five pounds of meat coupons, and five pounds of cloth coupons.

"Haha, I didn't expect that there would be such good things in volunteering. Um... who wants the meat ticket?"

A married gay man said, holding up the bill with a smile.

After a while, a female comrade replaced him.

No one said anything about this. After all, we were all ordinary people going about our daily lives and this kind of thing was not uncommon.

After receiving the gifts, everyone dispersed.

"Comrade Xiao Cheng, wait a moment."

Before leaving, Editor-in-Chief Hu called out to Cheng Kaiyan and then walked into the editorial office.

When he came out again, he had a pile of books in his hands. They were this issue of children's literature. He said, "Take these sample books. They are published on Children's Day. Keep them as a souvenir or give them to others."

"Okay, thank you, Editor-in-Chief Hu."

Cheng Kaiyan took it and put it in the basket, and tied the rice that had just been distributed to the back seat of the bicycle.

"fine……"

Editor-in-Chief Hu waved his hand. I wanted to ask him if he had any new ideas, but when I thought about the fact that it was just published today, I gave up. Otherwise, it would be a bit aggressive.

"See you."

Cheng Kaiyan left in a flash.

"Editor-in-Chief Hu, it turns out that only people like Cheng Kaiyan, who are full of childlike innocence and love, can write excellent children's literature... Just now he used the excuse of returning to the welfare home, probably to donate money to Director Jiang."

Xu Dexia said softly.

"Is there such a thing?"

The wrinkles at the corners of Editor-in-Chief Hu's eyes deepened as he quietly watched the back of the young man walking away.

“A rare talent…”

……

Chaoyang is a bit far from Dongcheng, and Cheng Kaiyan didn't return home until 3:30 in the afternoon.

"Kaiyan, where have you been? I haven't seen you all day. Hey... where did this rice come from?"

Today is the weekend and Aunt Zhao did not go to work. She was sitting at the doorstep of her house in the sun making cloth shoes, or sewing shoe soles.

Almost every old Beijinger knows this craft, especially the thousand-layer soles. They are intricately made, soft and durable to wear, and are a rare commodity.

"The magazine is holding an event and giving out some gifts."

Cheng Kaiyan explained casually, glancing at the door of Aunt Zhao's house, "Aunt Zhao, why hasn't Zhao Ruixue come back in a while?"

"No, I haven't been home for more than half a month. I even sent a bowl of chicken soup this morning. What's wrong? Do you know how good our Ruixue is now?"

Aunt Zhao explained, then suddenly raised her head and said seriously: "You are a married man! It's not that I am unkind, but you should stop asking about our Ruixue."

"Go, go, go."

Cheng Kaiyan had a headache and pushed the cart into the house.

I still have to find some time to have a good talk with this girl.

After putting away the things, Cheng Kaiyan went out again and went to Mr. Ye’s house.

"Grandpa, come and see. I just published my new work in Children's Literature today. I brought it to you specially."

Cheng Kaiyan walked into the Ye family’s gate holding a brand new book and shouted.

"Bring it to me and see."

Cheng Kaiyan has been coming more frequently recently, and Ye Shengtao didn't say hello to him. He just reached out and took it, and started reading it by himself, not caring what Cheng Kaiyan was doing.

Until the sun was about to set, the sky turned red.

At the end of the story, the shepherd boy discovered that the pyramid he had dreamed of did not contain any treasure, and he collapsed.

But when he was about to give up the search, the leader of a refugee camp laughed at him: "I once had a dream that I repeated many times. On the other side of a distant continent, there is a long-abandoned church, and there is a lost treasure...

But what fool in the world would travel thousands of miles across oceans, deserts, and continents to search for an illusory treasure? "When Mr. Ye Shengtao saw this, he was amazed by the sudden turn of events.

Then he lowered his head and said to himself: "The night is never darker than before dawn!"

"Kaiyan, your work..."

"It can be regarded as a masterpiece in the current children's literature world! I am worthy of it..."

"what did you say?"

Cheng Kaiyan didn't hear clearly and asked curiously.

"Ahem...it's nothing."

Ye Shengtao coughed lightly and said evasively.

However, I was a little excited and after thinking it over, I decided to write a letter to send to my old friend.

After saying goodbye to the old man, Cheng Kaiyan did not stay for dinner and went straight home.

Ten days passed in a blink of an eye.

"The Alchemist" also gradually became popular, and many people discovered that the June 1 special issue of "Children's Literature" published the latest work of Cheng Kaiyan, the first prize winner of the National Excellent Children's Literature Award.

Secondly, Wang Meng, a well-known domestic writer and leader of the BJ City Federation of Literary and Art Circles, gave him the highest evaluation in the Beijing Evening News. He wrote in his comment:

“If scar literature makes us reflect on and remember our past sufferings, then The Shepherd Boy, a work written for children, is undoubtedly warming and healing us.

Just like a dry riverbed finally receives rain after a long drought;

The barren trees finally waited for the nourishing spring rain;
Drink a bowl of warm chicken soup to warm your cold body in winter.

Perhaps his language is not so refined or beautiful, but it is such simple and plain words that make us feel healed and warm in our hearts.

It will lead us out of the turmoil, pain and unbearableness of the Buzz Period;
It will heal our wounded hearts, spirits and broken bodies;
It takes us back to that forgotten childhood and allows us to feel those beautiful and warm times...

……

This is a bowl of literary, spiritual and uplifting chicken soup.

Please enjoy this great work! "

This comment has caused quite a stir in today's literary world.

Many writers, literary figures, and critics were very curious about this work, which had just been published, and bought it to read.

But the biggest impact came to college students and literary young people. Originally, they were not very interested in "Children's Literature", but when they suddenly heard the news, they lined up overnight to buy the books.

"It's incredible! How could someone travel across oceans, continents, deserts, and go through love and war to find an illusory treasure just for two consecutive nights of dreams?"

"You're right, I thought so too."

"A great quest, a great journey, a great work,"

Literature lovers from all over the world spontaneously read this work, which was originally intended as a Children's Day gift for children, causing heated discussions and controversy.

The children protested that they could no longer buy Children's Literature.

……

These were already commonplace to Cheng Kaiyan, and he still maintained his previous daily routine.

That morning, Cheng Kaiyan went to work as usual.

On the campus of Beijing Normal University, young and energetic college students are wearing thin clothes and reading, strolling and exercising on campus.

The discussions were nothing more than the latest works published in certain magazines, such as the new work "My Distant Qingping Bay" by the educated youth writer Shi Tiesheng, which was published in "Yanjing Literature and Art".

When Cheng Kaiyan heard this discussion, she stopped to listen with some curiosity. "So Tiesheng has already published it! That's good. I was wondering why there has been no news for several months."

As they continued walking down the street, a boy held a book in his hand and strongly recommended it to a girl: "I recommend this book, The Shepherd Boy, to you, Xiaoxiao. You must finish reading it!"

"really?"

The girl was a little unconvinced.

"Look who is the author of this novel? This is Teacher Xiao Cheng from our school."

"So it's him. I have to take a closer look."

……

Cheng Kaiyan left quickly, bought some breakfast in the cafeteria, and returned to the office carrying a basket of buns.

With the arrival of early summer, the nights are getting shorter and the dawns are coming earlier.

It was already bright at six in the morning, so the teachers came to the office earlier and earlier.

Many teachers were carrying breakfast upstairs in the stairwell. When they saw Cheng Kaiyan, some of them smiled and greeted her, "Comrade Cheng, good morning. The Shepherd Boy is well written and has sparked discussion."

"Yes."

Back on the third floor where the Chinese Department was located, Cheng Kaiyan walked forward in a happy mood.

"Comrade Xiao Cheng, good morning."

Teacher Huang Huilin was eating breakfast at the door of his office. When he saw Cheng Kaiyan, he greeted her.

"Good morning, Mr. Huang. By the way, is Zhao Ruixue from your Northern Drama Club participating in club activities recently?"

Cheng Kaiyan asked casually.

"You mean classmate Zhao? She has already quit the club, which is a pity. Classmate Zhao's writing skills are quite good, and she is a rare talent."

Teacher Huang Huilin said with some emotion that last month she had planned to create a student drama specifically for Comrade Zhao Ruixue.

But unexpectedly, Zhao Ruixue suddenly found him and said that she planned to quit the department and concentrate on her studies.

Her plans were disrupted for a moment, and she was very confused. Ever since Zhao Ruixue starred in "Love Letter", she had become very popular in the drama club and among students from major universities in Beijing. She had a great reputation, and Liu Zhiyi also planned to make her the club's president.

Logically speaking, an ordinary little girl should not give up these things so easily, but she resolutely chose to quit the club.

Huang Huilin guessed that there must be other reasons. She was very optimistic about this student, but things had come to this point and Zhao Ruixue could no longer find any breakthrough.

When she saw Cheng Kaiyan, she suddenly thought of a guess that President Liu Zhiyi had mentioned, saying that Zhao Ruixue's resignation might be related to Cheng Kaiyan. The two of them grew up together.

Specifically, it was because of the play Love Letter.

"You and Ruixue have been childhood sweethearts since you were young, right?"

Huang Huilin asked suddenly.

"I guess so." Cheng Kaiyan nodded.

Huang Huilin understood and couldn't help but think of the relationship between "Love Letter" and the two of them.

Some guesses emerged in her mind, but as an outsider it was not convenient to ask, which made her a little conflicted.

In order to find out the truth, she gritted her teeth and asked, "Then the book Love Letter was also written for her? Did you deliberately set the story abroad to prevent Zhao Ruixue from thinking that this story is related to you? Is there another version of Love Letter?"

"Teacher Huang, where did you hear this? What you said above is not true. I already have a partner."

Cheng Kaiyan lowered her eyes and spoke in a friendly manner.

Already have a partner?
Huang Huilin frowned deeply, and then the atmosphere fell into silence.

At this time, Cheng Kaiyan turned around and said, "I have something else to do, so I won't talk any more. Teacher Huang, let's talk next time."

In the bright corridor, the thin young man turned and left, leaving only the sound of footsteps echoing in the corridor.

Huang Huilin looked at his back, finally sighed, shook his head and thought:

"After all, childhood sweethearts cannot defeat the one sent from heaven. Comrade Xiao Cheng's peach blossom eyes really attract peach blossoms.

But I guess the two of them won’t meet again, after all, one of them is in the country…”

……

June 12th.

A comment from the Literary Gazette shocked the entire literary world.

It's just because this article is too shocking, whether it is the commentator, the title, or its content.

(End of this chapter)