1979: My fiancée is a goddess

Chapter 206 Our Youth

The next day was the 22nd.

It was nine o'clock in the morning, the sun was shining and the weather was hot.

In front of the big black iron gate of Jiangcheng Song and Dance Theater, a pair of figures walking side by side walked out of the courtyard, and the atmosphere was harmonious and friendly.

Many audiences who came to watch the performance looked at them curiously.

A man and a woman, both with young and good-looking faces, appearing to be in their early twenties.

The young man is tall and thin.

He was dressed simply, wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, and looked very dignified, with an indescribable temperament.

The girl is tall and has a bright and dignified temperament.

Her hair was tied into a shoulder-length ponytail, and her black hair swayed behind her, full of youthful vitality.

She was wearing a light yellow pleated skirt, the waistline was slightly tightened, which made the girl's slender waist tighter, further highlighting the perfect curves of her figure.

The lace-edged hem of the skirt extended below the knees, revealing two sections of her shapely calves, her milky skin looking even whiter and more reflective under the dazzling sunlight.

The two delicate little feet were wrapped in a pair of flesh-colored shallow-mouthed stockings specially used for dancing, reflecting a hint of light in the sun, making them look particularly exquisite.

But the sandals on her feet were quite ordinary, a pair of black sandals bought from a department store.

"I don't know who started this trend, wearing socks and sandals in the middle of summer."

The two walked out of the door one after another. At this time, Cheng Kaiyan turned around and looked at the girl's outfit next to him, and said curiously.

Liu Xiaoli stopped walking after hearing that, put her long straight legs together, looked down for a while, then pursed her lips, and looked at Cheng Kaiyan with her black jade-like eyes: "Isn't it beautiful?"

"That's not the case, you are dressed very beautifully.

It’s a little strange. If you wear sandals in the summer to avoid the heat, why do you wear socks? Isn’t that making the sandals useless? "

Cheng Kaiyan thought for a while and asked. In his impression, this kind of dress is something that only old men and women in later generations would wear.

But it seems to have just emerged in this era.

"It may be to protect the sun, or it may be to avoid exposing the feet. After all, girls nowadays are still quite reserved and shy."

When Liu Xiaoli heard this, she subconsciously retracted her ten delicate toes. She smoothed her hair and explained with a somewhat unnatural expression.

This guy, why does he care about these weird things?

Even though she has been with Cheng Kaiyan for more than half a year, she still sometimes doesn't quite understand Cheng Kaiyan.

Thinking of this, the girl felt a little subtle.

I can’t really say what it was, maybe it was discouragement, or a desire to challenge myself.

"I see."

Cheng Kaiyan nodded, and then the girl unexpectedly stuffed a large handbag into her hand. She froze in place, looking at Liu Xiaoli in disbelief: "Give them all to me?"

The look in his eyes seemed to be saying, are you willing to let me carry so many and such heavy things by myself?
After having their farewell dinner yesterday at noon, the two returned to her dormitory and packed up their belongings and cleaned out.

There were a lot of things, but after choosing and choosing, I only took clothes and some important items, which filled two large bags and a backpack.

Before they left the house, they agreed to have a big bag each, but now...

"I'm so tired. Look! My hands are all red. Kaiyan, can you please help me hold it, please?"

Liu Xiaoli blinked her beautiful eyes and showed him her red, white palm.

"...Okay, don't hurt our Xiaoli's hand."

"Thank you, I'll buy you a drink later."

When Liu Xiaoli heard the word "we", the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, and she walked briskly towards the bus parked not far away, while Cheng Kaiyan followed closely behind with a smile.

They did not invite teacher Jiang Ling and the members of the dance troupe to come and see them off.

First of all, parting is bound to bring sadness, but the sadness should not be excessive. Everyone knows that parting is for a better future.

Secondly, there are performances today.

After dealing with their emotions, the bus arrived and the two got on it and headed towards the train station.

Half an hour later, we arrived at the station.

Enter the station, check tickets, and get on the bus.

By the time the process was completed, it was already half past nine.

This time we still bought a soft sleeper, with two people on the same side, one lower berth and one middle berth.

Summer is hot,

In this enclosed sleeper car, it is even more cramped and stuffy.

The two of them put their luggage away and, together with the clean-loving Liu Xiaoli, put on the bed sheets that had been prepared in advance. By the time everything was ready, both of them had already sweated a lot.

"I'm going to buy a bottle of drink. You wait here for me. Don't run around, okay?"

Liu Xiaoli wiped the sweat off her face and said with some concern when she saw Cheng Kaiyan, whose face was obviously burning with heat.

No matter what little emotions the two of them had, Liu Xiaoli felt that when they were away from home, she was older than Cheng Kaiyan and was the older sister, so she had to take good care of this guy.

"Uh-huh."

Although Cheng Kaiyan was a little surprised, she still nodded.

"good!"

Liu Xiaoli showed a satisfied look on her face. She touched Cheng Kaiyan's hair and then walked quickly towards the vendors selling goods on the platform.

It was summer, the train had not started yet, and the platform was full of passengers carrying luggage.

Liu Xiaoli walked through the crowd, raised her hands to block the sun and came to the stall.

"Comrade, what would you like to order? We have ice cream, popsicles, soda..."

The peddler looked at Liu Xiaoli for a few times and was amazed. He had never seen such a beautiful girl.

"Hmm...what does soda look like? Does it come in bags?"

Liu Xiaoli didn't want to have to come back to return the bottle after drinking it.

"Yes, you can have it iced or not. Ice is 40 cents, and not iced is 30 cents."

The vendor said.

Hearing this, Liu Xiaoli was a little angry.

I thought to myself what a dark conscience!

This is a full dime higher than the price outside!
"Forget it, get a bag of ice."

"okay!"

The vendor took out a bottle from the foam box. These were all sodas from the second factory. Saying they were packaged in bags meant that they just took a bottle and poured it into a plastic bag for the convenience of some customers.

……

The sleeper car was very quiet and there was hardly anyone in sight.

But the hard seat carriage was packed.

Some people even tried to sneak into the sleeper car, but were stopped by the conductor.

Liu Xiaoli trotted back carrying the bag and two straws.

Her dress fluttered and her eyes were full of spirit.

When she came back, her pretty face was flushed from the heat and her temples were slightly wet.

She didn't care, but smiled and handed the drink to Cheng Kaiyan, saying crisply: "You've been waiting for a long time, you must have worked hard carrying the luggage just now. Thank you so much, my comrade Cheng!"

"You're welcome."

Cheng Kaiyan took it and thought that the two of them could have gone to buy it together.

"But the prices at the station are really more expensive than outside."

Liu Xiaoli smoothed her skirt and sat next to Cheng Kaiyan, complaining a little.

"It's inevitable. After all, this is a train station. Let's drink together."

Cheng Kaiyan shook the light yellow orange soda in her hand and said with a smile.

Frugality is indeed the underlying tone of this era. However, since I have made a lot of money, I can still drink soda casually.

He handed the straw to the girl beside him, "Remember to buy two bottles next time. You can't do without me while I'm around."

Liu Xiaoli smiled and said nothing. She took the straw and together with Cheng Kaiyan, inserted the white straw into the plastic bag.

As your little mouth sucks, the cool, sweet and sour soda flows into your mouth and goes straight to your stomach, eliminating the heat.

"I just wanted to have a drink with you."

Liu Xiaoli looked up at him and spoke in a calm tone.

After the girl finished speaking, she licked her slightly dry lips with her moist pink tongue.

A touch of moist light was applied on it, exuding a faint charm, which was very beautiful.

"That's it..."

Cheng Kaiyan was stunned by this, but soon she started laughing and said jokingly, "Sister Xiaoli has become more proactive."

"Humph!"

Liu Xiaoli snorted and stopped talking.

She just lowered her head, took a sip of the straw, and nibbled it between her teeth. She wanted to finish the drink and leave this guy with nothing!
Gulu gulu——

"He's a real hypocrite, but it's a good thing he took the initiative."

Cheng Kaiyan sniffed the faint scent of gardenia and thought happily.

Looking at the girl's white and slightly sweaty forehead so close to him, he quietly raised his hand and wiped it with his sleeve.

But Liu Xiaoli was very slow and didn't react at all.

Because she lowered her head, the white and tender tips of her ears were exposed, with a pink glow, which made her look particularly delicious.

She had obviously been betrayed by herself.

The atmosphere in the carriage was harmonious and natural, with a hint of ambiguity and warmth, which made the two of them somewhat intoxicated.

At this time:

“Bang, bang, bang—”

“Bang, bang, bang—”

The train blew a long whistle and its wheels rolled forward.

A new life for the two of them is about to begin.

……

It was already ten o'clock when the train left.

The carriage was quiet, with only the sound of turning pages.

We were lucky this time as there were only two of us in the huge carriage, so we both occupied a lower bunk and sat facing each other reading.

After reading for a while, it was time for lunch. They went to get some water to wash their faces, and then went to the dining car to have lunch.

After returning, Liu Xiaoli continued reading for a while, while Cheng Kaiyan held a notebook and thought about new works.

After witnessing the deep friendship and blossoming youth of Liu Xiaoli and her friends yesterday, he couldn't help but resonate with them a little.

Liu Xiaoli works as a dancer at Jiangcheng Song and Dance Theater, and he has a similar experience. He spent four years in the military art troupe in southern Xinjiang.

Now when I think back to my past experiences in the art troupe, there were glory, shame, and pain, and I can't help but sigh.

He wanted to record something yesterday. Writing is nothing more than conveying one's inner expression to others.

Cheng Kaiyan looked at the girl sitting opposite her, leaning against the small table and quietly flipping through a book. Her clean and delicate face was supported by her palm, and her every move was full of elegance and naturalness.

He had never seen a girl like this in any art troupe at the military district level.

He thought of Liu Xiaoli's career and his own experience working in a cultural troupe in southern Xinjiang, "So let's write a story about dance, art, and youth."

Cheng Kaiyan leaned against the iron sheet of the carriage, feeling the temperature of the iron sheet and wrote on the paper: dance, literature, youth...

And the word "Fanghua".

This was the first work that came to his mind after he thought of this theme. This work tells the youth story of a group of young people growing up in a military art troupe.

It mainly revolves around the kind-hearted but ill-fated Liu Feng and the bullied He Xiaoping, as well as their friendship and love with other members of the art troupe.

As the times change, they experience the dreams of youth and the cruelty of reality, and finally face their own turning points in life.

The elements are relatively complete, but the content and ideas of the story are ultimately a work of scar literature.

In addition, there are differences between art troupes.

Art troupe is the abbreviation of literary and artistic troupe.

There are roughly two types: art troupes and propaganda teams, which are further divided into professional and amateur categories.

In the 70s, regulations required that only large units have professional art troupes.

Large units refer to the art troupes (propaganda teams) of various military regions, services, headquarters, naval fleets, and military region air forces that are established with the approval of the Central Military Commission.

The art troupes (propaganda teams) of the armies, divisions, provincial military regions, and military sub-districts are still amateurs, although some of them are of very high level.

The difference between amateur and professional is huge, not only in terms of organization but also in terms of treatment.

The formal actors of professional art troupes are all cadres, and the lowest rank is platoon leader.

Actors in amateur art troupes are considered soldiers, and when they will be promoted to officers is a matter for the future.

It is also clear from the costumes: the cadre actors wear ones with four pockets, while the soldier actors wear ones with two pockets.

However, although they are called amateurs, in fact many of them are "professionals".

Similar to the labor dispatch in later generations, they receive "amateur" treatment but do "professional" work.

In the mid-1970s, the military had a large number of professional and amateur art performance groups with large organizations and a large number of personnel.

It has great appeal to artistic young people in society. Many middle school students who can sing, dance, play musical instruments and even do somersaults have been specially recruited into the army and become enviable artistic soldiers.

This was Cheng Kaiyan's experience at that time, but he was a soldier at first. Once, a cultural troupe came to the army for a consolation performance, and they were short of someone to play the piano.

Cheng Kaiyan seized the opportunity to play once, demonstrating her superb piano skills. As a result, she was taken to the art troupe as a "conscript" by a female cadre in her thirties named Chen.

Pianist talent was very scarce in the art troupes at that time. Even a military district art troupe could not find a few. After all, the piano is an instrument that not everyone can learn.

But what’s interesting is that when rehearsing programs in the art troupe, people who can play the accordion, trumpet, and drums are mostly needed.

On the contrary, the piano is rarely needed, and he is only needed during the rehearsal of international classic programs.

Therefore, Cheng Kaiyan had a lot of free time. She wandered around the art troupe, helping others and just killing time.

In addition, Cheng Kaiyan is good-looking, and the girls in the art troupe like him and he is popular.

“Now that I think about it, it’s really interesting…”

Cheng Kaiyan suddenly laughed as he recalled the past, and then he got an inspiration.

After practicing for several consecutive works, Cheng Kaiyan's writing skills have made considerable progress and his foundation is quite solid.

Now thinking back to the plot of "Fragrant Grass", it is inevitable that it is a bit rough due to the rush of the plot. I will try to refine it when I get a chance.

But now the task is to write books and make money.

"Well, I'm sorry for stealing the name Fang Hua. It's a nice name. Maybe it will become a sister work of Fang Cao in the future."

Cheng Kaiyan smiled when he thought of this. He certainly didn't want to copy Yan Geling's "Youth" or the movie version of "Youth" by Crooked Butt Feng Pants.

But it belongs to oneself, surviving in the gap between the individual and the collective, laughing and scolding between ideals and reality, and experiencing the bitterness and sweetness of youth.

At least that's what he thinks.

……

The village, fields, sunshine and trees passed by one by one and disappeared.

The temperature in the small and crowded carriage was hot and humid.

A young man holding a pencil and a notebook was writing, closing his eyes for a while, sorting out the plot structure.

The pretty girl sitting opposite the small table was concentrating on reading a book, occasionally looking up at him.

I don’t know how long it took.

Outside the train door, several figures walked in, dressed appropriately and with different expressions.

Among them was a middle-aged man wearing a neat military uniform and with a stern expression.

A few people pushed the door open and walked in. They took a quick look and saw a young man sleeping and a young girl reading a book. They asked gently, "Is this carriage 604? Little girl?"

"Yes, you are?"

Liu Xiaoli subconsciously glanced at Cheng Kaiyan, her brows slightly furrowed. She had already become extremely alert when she went out.

The last time she was on the train from BJ back to Jiangcheng, she heard that there had been theft, fighting and injury in another carriage.

There is no room for carelessness.

"That's good...don't be so vigilant! We are passengers here too."

One of the middle-aged women raised the ticket in her hand and said with a smile.

"random."

Liu Xiaoli shook her head, stood up with the book, and returned to the bed opposite.

She bent her hips slightly, sat down next to Cheng Kaiyan, and ignored them.

Instead, he looked at Cheng Kaiyan's peaceful sleeping face with gentle eyes and said softly:

"He's asleep. It's so quiet."

Liu Xiaoli considered that sleeping on the hard bed might not be very comfortable, so she wanted Cheng Kaiyan to sleep on her legs, which would be more comfortable.

But she felt that this action might be too intimate, and she felt a little shy in front of so many strangers.

"Anyway, we don't know him, and he's asleep, so he should be fine!"

The girl thought to herself, then reached out and gently lifted Cheng Kaiyan's head, which was resting on her elbow, to her legs.

Looking down, she saw the sweat on his forehead, and used the book as a fan to give him some cool air.

The cool wind blew their hair and swayed on their cheeks, and Cheng Kaiyan's frown relaxed.

Seeing this, the people who entered the carriage looked at them in an ambiguous manner.

Slightly sweaty knee pillow, bare hands cool breeze.

What a blessing.

(End of this chapter)