1979: My fiancée is a goddess

Chapter 214 Creating Your Own "Youth"

In the evening, the sky was covered with dark clouds.

The mist of water vapor brewed above the entire Sijiu City, gathering into clouds and accumulating strength.

Nature is preparing to transform this huge ancient city beneath the clouds into a vast ocean.

In the bluestone-paved alleys at the end of the streets, dead leaves and household garbage were blown everywhere by the sudden strong wind.

The pedestrians and students passing by on the road were thrown to the ground and ran away with their heads down.

"Ding-ding-ding-dang-"

"It's going to rain! That bitch is still playing cards! Go back and collect the clothes!"

"It's finally raining, the water in the Yongding River is almost dried up!"

"Isn't it good to do it? I can go fishing now."

The alley was crowded with people, who were talking noisily with their heads down about the sudden rain.

The road, which was originally quite spacious, was instantly packed with people.

The comrades who had just got off work also rang the bells on their bicycles a few times in an impatient manner to urge pedestrians.

If I don't get back soon, I'll be soaked to the skin, right? And when I get home, I'll have to endure the snarls and scolding from my wife.

People thought this in their hearts, but they were in a surprisingly good mood.

After all, in the whole month of July, it only rained once, on the 10th, and it was a light rain that stopped within two days.

The temperature continued to rise after that.

As we are about to enter August, the temperature has reached nearly 39 degrees.

It is estimated that this year may be the hottest year in the past twenty years. Fishermen are saying that the turtles at the bottom of the Yongding River are almost dried up.

This rain is a long-awaited blessing after a long drought.

Under the eaves of Wutong Courtyard, in front of the Cheng family’s door.

A young man wearing thin clothes and holding a bowl of rice was sitting on a stool.

Cheng Kaiyan looked at the sudden gust of wind, which made a crackling sound in the yard, and the dust and leaves swirled in the yard, and the shadows of the trees swayed.

The flower pots on the windowsill of the Zhan family next door were blown over and fell to the ground and shattered into pieces. The pale pink flower buds and tender green roots were wrapped in the moist yellow soil and scattered all over the ground, but no one cared.

At the Zhao family's home not far away, Aunt Zhao and her youngest son Zhao Jianjun were putting a ladder on the kitchen wall and frantically using bricks and heavy objects to hold down the plastic shed on the roof to prevent it from being blown away.

If that were the case, it would definitely become a hot topic in the alley and be talked about for the whole year.

The entire courtyard was in a panic due to the sudden storm, but Cheng Kaiyan was sitting at the door quite leisurely. Watching his neighbors busying around, he felt like he was taking a break from his busy schedule.

'Tonight, let's start creating in the heavy rain. The thunder, the rain, the arc of electricity flashing across the sky, and huddling at the table to look at the glass windows soaked by the rain. Just thinking about it gives me a sense of security.'

Cheng Kaiyan thought so beautifully.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from behind and twisted his ear.

"Hiss~ Let go, what are you doing!"

Cheng Kaiyan cried out in pain and turned his head to see Xu Yuxiu, who was wearing a slim white shirt and an apron, standing behind him.

"Eat quickly! You're taking your time like a little girl when eating. If you don't hurry up, wash the dishes yourself!"

Xu Yuxiu let go of her hands, put her hands on her hips, and rolled her eyes at him with the same peach blossom eyes as Cheng Kaiyan's, but she still looked very pretty.

"Just wash it yourself, it's no big deal."

Cheng Kaiyan turned around and ate her meal, muttering something under her breath.

From childhood to adulthood, this woman had never hit or scolded him, and she rarely even said harsh words to him.

It's a pity that it has become like this now. You can try it whether you understand it or not.

If it were Sister Xiaoli, it definitely wouldn’t be like this.

Cheng Kaiyan felt that Sister Xiaoli would definitely lean against the door frame beside her, looking at her quietly, with a gentle expression and a helpless smile, saying "Eat quickly."

Maybe this is the difference between a partner and a mother.

"What did you say?!"

Xu Yuxiu frowned slightly and questioned with her voice suddenly rising a few notches.

"Nothing, I mean you've worked hard, I'll just wash the dishes, you should go watch TV, if you miss the show, I'll be damned."

Cheng Kaiyan raised her face and said in a flattering manner.

"Haha, then I'll leave it to you, dear son. Mom will make you something delicious tomorrow."

Xu Yuxiu turned the rain into clear weather.

She was once a lady from a wealthy family and a mother who had received higher education.

When it comes to parenting, she has definitely put in a lot of hard work.

It can be said that the mother-son relationship developed between her and Cheng Kaiyan is not the kind commonly seen in this era.

Only an educated, open-minded, friendly and harmonious family can produce such a mother-child relationship.

Aunt Wang Qiang next door used to discuss this with her often, and Xu Yuxiu even wrote a parenting booklet and gave it to Wang Qiang.

From the way Zhan Xinyu and Wang Qiang get along with each other, it can be seen that this booklet does have a certain effect.

Xu Yuxiu swiftly took off her apron and threw it on his shoulders. Then she walked past him, twisted her slender waist and went to find Aunt Wang Qiang.

It’s summer vacation recently, and the two of them have a lot of free time, so after dinner they often eat melon seeds, watch TV, and exchange TV plots together. They can be called TV friends.

After watching her mother enter the house, Cheng Kaiyan finished her meal, went into the kitchen to clean up, washed up, and boiled hot water for a bath.

After everything was cleaned up, Cheng Kaiyan returned to the main room.

At this time, the TV in the main room was on and the news was playing. The black and white screen was flashing bright light, which was a bit dazzling.

There were already several people in front of me, carrying small stools and gathering around to watch.

Cheng Kaiyan looked around for a while and thought that it was time to change the layout of the house by adding a soft sofa and a coffee table.

Finally, change to a color TV.

The black and white images gave him a feeling of actually living in the 1980s.

But he still wanted to watch color TV.

My thoughts are flying and I can't control them.

Sometimes, for someone like him who makes a living by writing, once his mind starts wandering, he simply can't stop.

However, thinking about the new book she was going to write tonight, Cheng Kaiyan couldn't help but look forward to it.

What effect will the things in the mind have when they are put on rough paper? Even the writer himself is not clear about this.

But it is exciting.

Before entering the room, Cheng Kaiyan casually reminded, "Mom, I have something to do. Try not to disturb me. Call me when the water boils."

"hold head high."

Xu Yuxiu did not look back, but she had some guesses, because the frequency of her son's daydreaming and thinking had been visibly increasing in the past two days.

This is not something that is difficult for a mother to notice.

She always watched everything he did silently from behind.

"When the water boils, I'll make you a pot of tea."

Xu Yuxiu turned around and added.

However, Cheng Kaiyan had already closed the door and went into the house.

Aunt Wang Qiang beside them took in the conversation between the two and said enviously, "Yuxiu, you two have such a good relationship."

It is the atmosphere of getting along, and also the tacit understanding.

"hehe."

A smile appeared on Xu Yuxiu's bright and dignified face. Under the light, subtle wrinkles appeared at the corners of her eyes, but they were not ugly. On the contrary, there was a kind of maternal glow that warmed people's hearts.

……

After returning to the room.

Cheng Kaiyan pulled the light cord and the room suddenly became bright.

Before creating, he needs to calm down and relax.

He sat down in front of the piano, opened the lid, and stroked the ivory white keys.

But instead of pressing it, he closed his eyes.

A few minutes passed, maybe ten. Boom boom—

There was a muffled thunder outside the window, and a streak of lightning tore through the sky, illuminating the printed glass windows, but it soon went out.

What followed was the sound of heavy rain, hitting the glass, the leaves, and the gutter outside the window.

Cheng Kaiyan opened her eyes and was in a good mood.

He sat back at the desk, twisted the pen, sucked the ink, and pulled out the manuscript paper.

rustle~
Light blue handwriting left two words on the paper: "Fang Hua".

Cheng Kaiyan did not start writing the plot immediately, but recalled the book "Youth" whose name he borrowed.

He read the novel after watching the movie.

Putting aside the emotional color and the addition of the movie, he personally felt that this novel was not a sincere work by Yan Geling. It was a bit petty and contained her stereotyped impression of the army.

Among the character creation, perhaps only He Xiaoman truly stands out.

There was one passage in particular that touched Cheng Kaiyan.

He Xiaoman's mother had a red wool sweater, which was a custom-made wedding dress for He Xiaoman's father when he got married. Her mother had promised to give it to her when she grew up, but it was given to her half-sister instead. She didn't realize it until one day her sister was wearing the dress.

She said nothing, but quietly slipped into her sister's room and stole it back.

At night, she stayed in her room, pulled out the wool, dyed it black with ink, and knitted herself a sweater that looked a little crude.

This is He Xiaoman.

Compared to her, the author does not simply portray the image of Liu Feng, a good-natured guy, but is more interested in writing about the drastic changes in his situation when the good-natured guy reveals a hint of evil, and in writing about the individual's struggle under collectivism.

It is inevitable that it seems a bit deliberate, especially when Liu Feng was able to smile while looking at the photo of the woman who framed him at the end.

Of course, it is also possible that Liu Feng really thinks that the touching incident was entirely his own fault.

This also indirectly reflects that he is a good guy, right?

In general, he didn't want to copy, firstly because he had already gotten into it, and secondly because he wanted to try his own story.

Cheng Kaiyan plans to use the inspiration triggered by this story as a creative blueprint, and use her own experiences in the army and the art troupe as flesh and blood to write her own story.

When it comes to novel writing, many people may think that sudden inspiration is the most important, but he believes that the preparation before writing is definitely what determines the lower limit of the work.

Inspiration is like a stroke of genius that raises the ceiling, but it may also destroy the overall atmosphere of the story.

The basic tone of the story of Youth is that a group of young men and women experience growth, feel youth, and develop love in the tide of the collective and the times.

Of course, it is also necessary to examine the ugliness and beauty of human nature.

Just like the female classmate in her thirties, Zhang Kangkang.

Whether you can do it or not is one thing, but you must publicize it!
This is a writer!
Cheng Kaiyan still chose the three-act structure.

It’s a shame to say that he only knows this, after all, it’s classic and useful enough.

"rustle--"

The story of the first volume serves more as a prelude, but it still has a climax.

This is what Cheng Kaiyan assumed.

Nineteen seventy-four.

This year is destined to be special.

The Up to the Mountains and Down to the Countryside Movement reached its peak.

This summer, the school graduation season arrived.

The temperature from the sun turns the ancient city of Beijing into a huge steamer.

The movement of going to the countryside and mountains to receive re-education through labor ushered in an unprecedented large-scale mobilization, and the future fate of millions of students across the country was quietly decided by an invisible hand in the dark.

Go to the countryside or join the army.

This is the first major life decision made by the times that all young boys and girls who have just walked out of the high tower of school need to face.

Joining the army is definitely better than going to the countryside, this was the opinion of almost everyone at that time.

The reason is simple: to have enough food to eat.

However, not everyone is eligible to join the army. A clean family background, social conditions, and physical fitness are all restrictive factors.

Going to the countryside depends on fate and luck. It depends on luck which area you are assigned to and which rich village or brigade you are assigned to.

The dust of the times has settled.

It fell on every inch of land in Beijing, on the ancient and old palace of the Forbidden City that had been sleeping for many years, on the turbulent Yongding River, and on everyone in the winding and narrow alleys full of human fireworks...

It became a big mountain.

There are many courtyard houses in the alleys of the old city.

The young people here are also facing life choices.

It is painful, difficult, confusing and inevitable.

A thin fifteen-year-old boy whose father died and was raised by his mother.

Cheng Lu.

In this summer that was so hot that it made people feel uneasy, in the wave of the Up to the Countryside and Mountain Areas Movement, swept up in the social tide, and influenced by his family and friends, the young man resolutely chose to join the army.

He left this land that he had measured countless times, left the ivory tower school, left the gentle mother who gave birth to him and raised him, and left his childhood sweetheart who silently watched him in the crowd...

The growth journey of a small person begins here. It is neither tragic nor great. This is the choice of many people in this era.

At the same time, in a corner of a unit compound in Beijing.

A twelve-year-old girl whose father was in prison, whose mother remarried, and whose family relationships were strained was unable to catch up with the high tide of this movement because she was not old enough.

But the ebb and flow of the tide is a natural truth.

No one can escape, not even her.

……

……

"Pong Pong Pong!"

"Clap clap clap!"

The night at nine o'clock is so deep and terrifying.

The rain had been pouring for several hours and there was still no sign of it stopping.

Even getting worse.

The raindrops as big as beans hit the glass windows like bullets fired from the sky; even the howling wind could not stop the rain.

The sky sometimes suddenly lights up, with huge roars and lights, turning the originally quiet rainy night into a lively stage.

"crunch..."

Silent footsteps were heard from outside the door, followed by a creaking sound.

The door is pushed open.

A beautiful woman with slightly damp hair and thin clothes walked in cautiously, holding a bowl of cool, red mung bean soup.

The overflowing red liquid swayed in the white porcelain bowl, creating faint ripples.

Xu Yuxiu looked up at the figure who was sitting torturously, her eyebrows slightly frowned, and worry flashed in her clear and beautiful eyes.

But she chose to quietly put down the bowl and come behind him.

Really devoted!

This kid really likes this job.

Xu Yuxiu looked at Cheng Kaiyan who was writing furiously, and the scenes in her memory suddenly emerged in her mind.

The tall and thin figure gradually overlapped with the thin and sickly figure when he was young.

It seemed as if she had always been watching him silently from behind since he was a child.

"What are you writing?"

Out of curiosity, Xu Yuxiu leaned forward and took a look at the words on the paper.

"I never thought that just because I was greedy for this half roast duck, I missed the last look with that thin and gentle woman..."

The woman's heart trembled and her eyes turned red instantly.

(End of this chapter)