1979: My fiancée is a goddess

Chapter 217 Booklet and Movie Tickets

The summer rain always lasts for many days.

Her emotions are unpredictable, like a middle-aged woman.

Sometimes it was stormy, sometimes it was rainy, sometimes it was cloudy...

But one good thing is that the temperature dropped quickly and the air was very cool and fresh.

It makes people want to run out of the stuffy and boring room to get caught in the rain, just like the vibrant season of summer.

"Tick tick tick~"

The black and grey tiles are arranged in an orderly and tight pattern and fit together to cover the entire roof.

Under the tiles, there is a layer of plastic sheeting.

Two-pronged approach to keep the rain out.

The clear rain water fell on the tiles, slid down to both sides along the arch in the middle, and slid down along the sloping eaves of the house, drop by drop, stretching into a line.

"Clap!"

A stream of rain hit the red bricks on the window sill, making a crisp sound, and the splashing rain and fine dust scattered everywhere.

Many raindrops fell on the face of a handsome young man who was sitting at the desk, holding a pen in one hand and supporting his cheek and chin with the other.

"Sigh~"

Cheng Kaiyan woke up from her thoughts and was startled by the sudden cold rain.

The rain has been falling for two or three days and there is still no sign of stopping.

The originally blue sky turned gray, the streets and alleys became muddy, and only the main road was better.

"I don't know how Xiaoli is preparing, but she will have no problem with the exam, right?"

The two had not seen each other for two or three days since he sent Liu Xiaoli back to the teachers' compound of Beijing Normal University that afternoon.

If nothing unexpected happens, Liu Xiaoli has already started training for several days.

When Aunt Wang Qiang from next door came to visit our house after get off work, she talked about her recent movements from time to time, saying that she had trained very well and should have no problem with the exam. Finally, she asked Cheng Kaiyan if she wanted to go to the Beijing Dance Academy.
Cheng Kaiyan declined politely, fearing that she would disturb the girl's training, but still asked her to help convey some words, mostly encouragement and instructions.

For example, after training, you should wear clothes properly and avoid being exposed to the wind to avoid catching a cold or getting sick.

There is more than one reason. He has been writing a manuscript recently, but it is difficult to write. However, he is not in a hurry to finish the novel.

I simply took the time to advance the script progress of "Love Letter" during these days when I was stuck in writing.

He didn't have much inspiration for the novel, but he was writing the script quite smoothly. He finished the script half an hour ago, and then sat there in a daze after finishing it.

"When you are too quiet, you want to move. I'm going to go out and relax. I'll hand in the script by the way."

Thinking of this, Cheng Kaiyan stood up and stretched his hand out of the window. After half a minute, a few drops of rain fell.

The rain is very light at the moment, coming and going from time to time, so there is no need to worry about getting your clothes wet.

He sorted the scripts on the table into order, stuffed them into his briefcase and left the room.

He picked up a raincoat from the shoe rack and pushed the bike out.

Although Xiaowei Hutong is a big hutong, the roads in the hutong are still very bad, literally.
The road is composed of mud, gravel stuck in the mud, and a small amount of bluestone bricks.

On weekdays, the road surface is hard and solid and can be driven on, but the situation becomes worse on rainy days.

The road in the alley became muddy due to the rain, and the road surface was dotted with tire tracks and deep and shallow footprints of pedestrians.

Puddles of various sizes are scattered on the road. The water in the pits has long lost its original appearance and become turbid due to the trampling of pedestrians.

“If you want to be rich, you must first build roads!”

Cheng Kaiyan pedaled the bike carefully on the road to avoid the mud and water splashed by the wheels from getting too high and dirtying her clothes. A sentence popped up in her mind: This is a wise saying for future generations, and it is not an exaggeration to use it here.

He shook his head and rode his bike towards the main road. The road surface suddenly became much better.

Since he was not in a hurry to go to the Beijing Film Studio, Cheng Kaiyan just walked around the street, bought some snacks, put them in his pocket, and ate while riding his bike.

After a while, it moved to the Humanities Society.

The guard at the door was the same one from last time. When he saw Cheng Kaiyan stop in front of the glass window, he waved his hand and let him in.

Naturally, the magazine cannot take a holiday during the summer vacation.

By the way, there is one thing that he and Renwen Press have not yet clarified, that is, the single volume of "Love Letter".

I received my royalties last time, but I’m not sure about the subscription volume.

Go all the way upstairs.

When I arrived at that familiar office, it was packed with editors, who were arguing and arguing about something.

I can also hear a familiar voice saying
"Don't rush to grab it, this is the first batch, there will be more later!"

"Dong dong!"

Cheng Kaiyan knocked on the door, but no one heard, so she just walked in.

"What are you doing?"

He leaned behind a lesbian with braids standing at the edge and asked curiously.

"Where's the single volume of Love Letter, uh uh..."

The plump young woman turned her head subconsciously and caught a glimpse of Cheng Kaiyan standing close behind her. Her handsome and elegant face was imprinted in her eyes. Her ears became hot and she quickly distanced herself from him, exclaiming in a low voice, "Little... Little Teacher Cheng is here?"

As she spoke, the young woman, who was in her twenties or early twenties, subconsciously tidied up her messy hair that was covered with dandruff, as if she was very worried about her image.

"Yeah, I'm just wandering around because I'm bored during the holidays."

Cheng Kaiyan looked at the young woman with amusement. He had some impression of her. She seemed to be an editor in the proofreading department of a humanities publishing house. She was 28 years old, married and had children.

"You've come just in time. Here, this is the newly proofread and reprinted single volume of Love Letters. Take a look."

The young editor smiled slightly, revealing her two big front teeth.

She stood on tiptoe and pointed to the pile of pure white books on the coffee table surrounded by the crowd, then proudly pulled out a book from her arms and waved it in front of him.

It’s similar to the cover of the last time it was published in People’s Literature.

Snow-capped mountains, withered poplar trees, and a sleeping woman lying on the snowy field.

This time it is an oil painting, the artistic conception is remote, tranquil, pure and flawless.

“It’s a beautiful cover.”

Cheng Kaiyan looked at it for a while and praised.

"Hey, I'll give it to you then. I'll go in and grab another one."

The young woman smiled happily.

It turned out that she came specifically to deliver sample books, and she took the opportunity to take one first. At this moment, the editors in the office rushed to grab the few sample books.

"No need, you keep it. Where's Editor Cui?"

Cheng Kaiyan shook his head and did not accept it. If he wanted, People's Literature would definitely give him some.

"It's inside."

The place where the two people were talking was one or two meters away from the crowd, and they were fighting over books and reading, so no one noticed them.

But soon the books were distributed and everyone started to pay attention to Cheng Kaiyan.

"Kai Yan, what a rare guest! You came at the perfect time, come and take a look? The sample book has come out and will be on sale on the first day."

Cui Daoyi's face, which was originally not very good because of the lively scramble among the crowd, suddenly smiled after seeing Cheng Kaiyan, and waved to Cheng Kaiyan while sitting on the sofa.

When other people saw this scene, they immediately looked at him with dismay and felt very jealous!
Isn't the change in Chief Editor Cui's expression too obvious? !
Sichuan Opera face changing, right?

"What are you looking at? Get back to work!"

Cui Daoyi gave a clear shout, and everyone immediately went back to work with the hard-earned books.

The female editor smiled when she saw this, said hello and left. Then Cheng Kaiyan and Cui Daoyi were left alone in front of the sofa.

"Where have you been all this time? I went to look for you the other day, but there was no one there."

Cui Daoyi did not talk about work, but instead asked about Cheng Kaiyan.

As one of the four famous editors in the world, Cui Daoyi treats authors like his own friends.

However, it was different when facing Cheng Kaiyan, because this guy was too young, he treated Cheng Kaiyan as his own nephew.

"I went to Jiangcheng."

Cheng Kaiyan could tell the other party was concerned, so she explained.

"Oh~"

A mysterious smile appeared on Cui Daoyi's elegant face. Jiang Cheng, this is where he went to look for a partner.

This boy is a lovesick child.

Then he heard Cheng Kaiyan say that her boyfriend had followed her to BJ.

Cui Daoyi immediately smiled and congratulated, "This is a good thing. Young people are afraid of not having time to meet each other. Now that you are in the same city, it proves that the other party should be sincere. When do you plan to get married?"

"..."

"Get married? Are you sure? We are not even of marriageable age yet. It's too early."

Cheng Kaiyan was a little speechless.

Why do these old guys like to ask this kind of questions?
"That's true, but there are always more solutions than problems. In my hometown in the countryside, not to mention getting married at the age of 20, there are many people who get married at the age of 15 or 16. But you are all young people who have received education, so your concepts are naturally different. Anyway, don't forget to send me an invitation when the time comes, and I will give you a big red envelope."

Cui Daoyi smiled and teased.

"Okay, I'm waiting for your big red envelope."

"Take two copies of this book home, and guess how many subscriptions you've received? You'll never be able to imagine."

Cui Daoyi picked up two books from the coffee table and handed them to him, then said with a mysterious look in his eyes.

In fact, he hurried to find Cheng Kaiyan just to collect the subscription number for the "Love Letter" single volume, but Cheng Kaiyan was not at home.

"Twenty thousand?"

Cheng Kaiyan thought about it and casually reported a number.

Subscription is similar to pre-order, but at this time the subscription requires payment before the book is sent.

A book with 20,000 to 30,000 subscriptions is already considered a bestseller. In fact, the total sales volume after release is generally many times the subscription volume.

"Sixty-three thousand five hundred and forty volumes!"

"This number is already a lot! The two books "Homeroom Teacher's Scars" are not much higher than yours, Kaiyan! Do you know that our publishing house will print 300,000 copies for the first time, and the number will continue to increase in the future? This time you are really going to become a best-selling author!"

Cui Daoyi's voice sounded a little excited, but he deliberately lowered his voice.

"It's OK, haha."

Cheng Kaiyan smiled with a calm expression.

After all, whether there is royalties or not, and how many copies are sold, has nothing to do with him. At most, it's just a little bit of false reputation.

"You're quite calm."

Cui Daoyi looked at him with some emotion.

What he didn't know was that Cheng Kaiyan had already rushed into the market economy and was only thinking about money.

"It's okay, but it just so happened that today, I just happened to be delivering the script of Love Letter to the Beijing Film Studio, and I came to take a look. I didn't expect that the single volume would also be published."

Cheng Kaiyan glanced at the time and chatted casually.

"A script? Love Letter is going to be made into a movie?"

Cui Daoyi was a little surprised, and his voice became a few notches higher. For a moment, the people in the office lost their energy in reviewing and reading the book, and immediately came over.

"Well, they found me in May or June. It will probably take quite some time to make it into a movie."

Cheng Kaiyan said with a smile that no matter how well a novel is written, the popularity it brings is ultimately limited. But once a novel is adapted into a film or TV series, it means breaking out of the niche circle of literature and entering the public eye.

As soon as the movie adapted from Jiang Zilon's "The Record of Director Qiao's Taking Office" was released, he immediately became the most famous writer of that year.

What's more, in the 1980s when cultural products were scarce, movies and TV series were definitely more attractive than novels.

"You've whetted my appetite with what you said. Novels like Love Letter, which only have a few lines of visuals, are very suitable for being adapted into movies. I'm really looking forward to it! I really hope it can be finished and released now."

Cui Daoyi said with great anticipation.

"Yes! I'm really looking forward to the beautiful boy in the book...it would be great if Tang Guoqiang could play the role."

"I don't think he can do that. He doesn't have that kind of extreme beauty."

"What about Zhou Lijing?"

"Yang Zaibao?"

"That's even worse."

Several female comrades in the club were about to bring out some of the most famous male actors in the country for a look, but they always felt that they were not quite in line with Fujii Itsuki's temperament.

Melancholy, handsome, elegant, youthful spirit...

It's hard to find a man who fits this bill.

"I can't guess... Hey! I think Teacher Cheng is very suitable, right?!"

Suddenly, a young female intern editor who graduated from Peking University pointed at Cheng Kaiyan and said.

"Yeah! That's true!"

Amid a group of people discussing something serious, Cheng Kaiyan quickly ran away.

Holding two books, he rushed to the Beijing Film Studio.

Forty minutes later, we arrived at the Beijing Film Studio. There were a lot of people in the studio, as if they were filming a rain scene in a movie. Among them were the familiar Liu Xiaoqing and others.

Cheng Kaiyan looked for a while and went straight up to the office building.

Teacher Shuihua was drinking tea in the office. When she saw Cheng Kaiyan, she teased with a strange expression, "The great writer finally has time to come. I thought you took the money and ran away. Where's the script?"

It has been almost a month since the last time the two met.

"The monk can escape, but the temple cannot. You should take a look at this book."

Cheng Kaiyan was a little embarrassed as the script was dragging on for too long.

"Alright, alright, give me the script."

Teacher Shuihua glared at him unhappily, reached for the briefcase, took out the script and started reading.

Half an hour later, he finished reading it. "It's well written, and it's modified based on the character's background and cultural differences. By the time the domestic and foreign versions are ready, they will be seamless. I'll let you know when the filming starts."

"Okay, I'll leave first."

Cheng Kaiyan stood up and said goodbye.

"Hey wait! Take these movie tickets."

Shuihua took out a stack of movie tickets and handed them over. As the only film studio in Beijing, many cinemas in the city would send some movie tickets to Beijing Film Studio every month as a welfare benefit.

"Thank you so much. It saves me from having to buy a ticket. I have an appointment with my boyfriend to go to the movies soon."

Cheng Kaiyan took a look and saw that the movie ticket showed the recently released Love in Lushan. She turned around and left.

Object?

It should be the female classmate who played the leading female role in the drama performance, right?
Shuihua laughed.

(End of this chapter)