1979: My fiancée is a goddess

Chapter 21: Grass in 1980
The following days passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye it was the last night of 1979.

That day, Cheng Kaiyan continued to work at his desk, writing his latest novel "Fragrant Grass".

The name comes from two characters, Xiaofang and Xiaocao, a pair of mother and daughter who were cruelly abandoned.

This novel is divided into three stages: summer, autumn and winter.

At the beginning, Cheng Kaiyan wrote a heavy sentence:

“Why is there no spring?
Because here...there is never any spring."

The first volume is about a country girl who is in love during the hot summer.

In this volume, Cheng Kaiyan tries her best to describe the love story between a male educated youth who went to the countryside and Xiaofang, the daughter of the village party secretary.

Then at the end of the volume, all the good things that had happened before were destroyed, and the characters' images were completely reversed.

……

In the summer of 1973, under scorching sun, a busload of educated youth arrived at the brigade headquarters in Dayu Village, near Annan in southern Xinjiang.

A group of passionate young people from all over the country voluntarily gave up their urban household registration and arrived in this hot, humid, remote and poor place with the goal of building the countryside.

Song Jingming from Beijing is the most unique among this group of educated youth. He comes from a scholarly family and has extraordinary knowledge.

As soon as he arrived in Dayu Village to work in the countryside, he attracted a lot of attention.

A heroic act of saving a beauty allowed Song Jingming to accidentally meet Xiaofang, the beautiful daughter of the village party secretary. In order to get better treatment during his time in the countryside, Song Jingming subconsciously moved closer to her.

Usually he would take special care of Xiaofang when working. When his peers were making a fuss, he would gently touch Xiaofang's head with a gentle smile and say: I just treat Xiaofang as my sister.

Sometimes Song Jingming would take Xiaofang to the grass-covered embankment of the reservoir, where they would lie quietly, looking at the crescent moon in the sky and talk about their ideals in life.

Song Jingming would buy candies and turn the flowers from the field into wreaths for Xiaofang to wear...

In the summer, I would fan Xiaofang and recite poems to her...

In autumn, sweet and sour fruits will be found...

Song Jingming brought this country girl the beauty of the starry sky that did not belong to her.

Gradually, Xiaofang began to feel affection.

She fell in love with this gentle, well-mannered man.

But he always said that he only treated her as a sister. When he saw her, he would think of his sister. Xiaofang felt both sweet and distressed.

She didn't want to be his sister, she wanted to...

Gradually, as the two of them lay on the embankment admiring the moon, Xiaofang discovered that Brother Song always looked at the moon with melancholy eyes.

Xiaofang lowered her head to look into Brother Song's eyes, and a stream of moonlight as clear as water rippled in his deep eyes.

Her heart trembled. Xiaofang knew that Brother Song missed home and was looking forward to returning to the hometown that had raised him for more than ten years.

A sudden surge of courage prompted her to stand up and she said, "Brother Song...can I...can I be your...sister!"

But when she saw Song Jingming's cold and emotionless eyes, Xiaofang knew that she was wrong. She quickly apologized to him, then covered her face and ran away.

The next day, Xiaofang lay in bed without going to work. She tossed and turned, feeling sad and depressed. She only thought that it would be better if she were a city dweller...

She thought, it must be because she said she wanted to be his sister that made him unhappy...

Yes, how could a country bumpkin like me, with little education, who couldn't even read poetry coherently and spoke unstandard Mandarin, dare to replace Brother Song's stunningly beautiful, gentle and lovely sister in the capital?
The days passed slowly.

One night, Song Jianming received another letter from the capital...

Xiaofang didn't know what was written in the letter...

She only knew that her elder brother Song was very sad and she had to do something.

That night, the warm and brilliant summer belonging to Xiaofang arrived in the sorghum field.

With tears in her eyes, she said, "I have no regrets about blooming."

But she is not a flower.

……

Cheng Kaiyan stopped writing, stretched his body, and looked up at the sky. It was already dawn.

"Hmm? Five o'clock?"

Cheng Kaiyan was a little dazed. What was going on?
I wrote all night?

"Tsk tsk, it's just me, when inspiration comes, it can't be stopped..."

Cheng Kaiyan quickly did some eye exercises as he didn't want to damage his eyes.

After finishing, stand up and stretch your muscles.

"Wow~"

Cheng Kaiyan opened the curtains. The white mist outside the window was floating in the courtyard. She looked at the old facilities, the well, the crooked tree, the ditch, and the moss-covered corners...

Everything is so familiar and yet so strange.

He turned his head to look at the zodiac calendar hanging on the solid wooden bookshelf. There was only one palm-sized piece of gray-white paper left, on which was written December 31st, the Year of the Sheep.

He murmured, "I really can't go back..."

"Crack!"

He tore off the last one and kept it in the drawer instead of throwing it into the trash can.

……

"Click~"

The distant Jiangcheng, Jiangcheng Song and Dance Theater.

In the girls' dormitory, the old wooden bed boards made crisp sounds as the girls turned over.

There was a girl lying on the lower bunk near the window.

She was covered with a thick quilt, through which one could vaguely see the girl's tall and slender body, with the proportions of her limbs approaching perfection.

The curve of the body from top to bottom, at first the chest is slightly plump, like a budding wheat, delicate as jade, plump yet graceful. Further down is the slender waist that can be held in one hand, the plump and tight buttocks are like a full moon, a pair of straight legs are tightly together, and the quilt at the corner of the bed is playfully bounced open by the girl's white socks-wrapped jade feet.

"Hmm~"

Accompanied by a clear voice like a kitten's humming, a pair of bright and clear deer eyes blinked slightly in confusion, like the East Lake in spring, so beautiful.

"Time to wake up."

Liu Xiaoli tensed her slender waist and miraculously sat up.

I got up, dressed, and went to the window.

In the distance, white mist several meters high lingered over the mighty Yangtze River.

Accompanied by a crisp morning river breeze, the fog surged like a snake on the river surface and rushed towards the city's dock.

"Luckily the faucet didn't freeze. If it was in Harbin it would have frozen a long time ago."

Liu Xiaoli took the towel and small basin for washing, and prepared to wash up at the sink, and couldn't help muttering.

Obviously, the temperature in Jiangcheng is not enough to freeze the water pipes.

"Wow, wow, wow~"

The faucet gurgled, and cold water poured into the enamel basin, submerging the two mandarin ducks painted on the bottom.

Liu Xiaoli scooped up a pool of clear water and splashed it on her face.

The biting cold did not move Liu Xiaoli. Instead, she raised her pair of jade-white hands and washed them gently.

When she looked up, her pretty face, as pure and beautiful as a water lotus, appeared in the clear mirror purchased by the sisters on the wall, bright and elegant.

A drop of water quietly slid down the tip of the beautiful and tall nose.

Her face, which used to be as white as porcelain, now turned from porcelain to jade - translucent, light green jade.

The jaw is slightly round with a delicate beauty peak.

After washing up, Liu Xiaoli went out to eat as usual.

I walked downstairs and habitually checked the mailbox at the door.

After she graduated a few years ago, she has been working alone in Jiangcheng. Every once in a while, her mother Jiang Wan would send her letters from Harbin, and her aunt in Beijing would send her letters even more frequently.

The reason I’m looking forward to it so much is not because of my aunt and mother.

But not long ago, Liu Xiaoli sent a letter to her nominal fiancé and asked her aunt to pass it on.

One of the contents is to cancel the engagement...

Liu Xiaoli actually understands that her requirements are very demanding. No matter when, if a woman asks the man to cancel the engagement, it will be an act that is extremely hurtful to his self-esteem.

but……

She was still a young girl in her early twenties. Although she was not very yearning for love, she was looking forward to it.

She couldn't imagine that she would have to spend her life with a man she didn't know, whose past experiences, appearance, or character she didn't know.

It was precisely because of this that Liu Xiaoli resolutely proposed to cancel the engagement in the letter, but she was worried about causing bad consequences.

She still tactfully expressed that she was willing to communicate with him, and if they could not fall in love within a year, they would go their separate ways.

I think this will make everyone happy, right?

"crunch~"

The rusty hinges of the mailbox made a teeth-grinding sound, and a letter lay quietly inside.

In the slightly dim light of the early morning, Liu Xiaoli could clearly see her name written in a majestic and timeless font on the letter paper.

Take it out and look down.

Below Liu Xiaoli, there is a man's signature:

Cheng Kaiyan.

Her snow-delicate fingers rubbed the rough, yellowed envelope anxiously.

She murmured, "This word is written very beautifully."

Liu Xiaoli felt both excited and scared.

Not knowing whether the content was an endless abuse of herself, she thought:

"If that's the case... I might as well just die."

Having made up her mind, Liu Xiaoli began to open the letter quickly. The girl never hesitated in doing things.

"Dear Comrade Liu Xiaoli, I have long admired your beauty, but have never seen her in person..."

Liu Xiaoli raised her eyebrows. This guy...seems to be a cultured person~
She then looked down, her beautiful dark eyebrows like distant mountains relaxed, and she felt intuitively relaxed, and the troubles she had been suffering since adulthood finally dissipated.

The corners of Liu Xiaoli's rosy lips were slightly raised, like the charm of an April day. At this moment, she was holding a photo in her hand towards the faint morning light that had already appeared in the sky.

The photo is clearly visible under the golden sunlight.

He was a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old sitting in front of the piano, with regular features and a clear and handsome appearance.

He leaned against the piano and looked at the camera with a smile.

The whole person has an innate elegance and a hint of melancholy.

The girl raised her fair and smooth chin and spoke word by word:
"Comrade Xiao Cheng seems to be a very good guy...

Will you still write a book, Submarine at Night?

I am actually looking forward to it~ Comrade Xiao Cheng!"

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Uh, the next chapter is about the publication of the novel and the reactions. I didn’t get the rhythm right, sorry.

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