1979: My fiancée is a goddess

Article 235 Deputy Group Leader
August 6th.

The first ray of sunlight in the early morning rises slowly along the central axis of the city, piercing through the morning mist.

Xiaowei Hutong, Wutong Courtyard.

A rooster crowed, echoing throughout the courtyard.

Cheng Kaiyan got up and changed into clean clothes.

Yesterday, we took a bus from our hometown in Fangshan to my sister's house in the county, had lunch, and then returned.

After the trip, everyone packed up and went back home, returning to their own lives.

That evening, a member of the military field research team came to Cheng Kaiyan's home and brought a pile of documents and some shocking news.

He, Cheng Kaiyan, inexplicably became the deputy leader of this military field research working group.

The team leader is Ning Wanjia's aunt, Ning Qiuyue, whom she has met once.

Upon hearing the news, Cheng Kaiyan was both confused and enlightened.

How could he not understand that it was because of Ning Qiuyue that he was chosen to go to the front line to collect folk songs.

"Isn't it to take revenge on my aunt?"

Cheng Kaiyan had some guesses in his mind, but he couldn't figure out the situation of this deputy team leader who had been appointed inexplicably for a while.

I'll just have to take it one step at a time.

However, yesterday evening the young member of the working group mentioned that an important meeting would be held tomorrow.

A military field trip mobilization meeting with the theme of "Battlefield Splendor, War Flames and Ink Rhythm".

The meeting was held at the BJ Writers Association’s residence.

The last meeting held in the General Political Department was to issue a notice on field trips, make arrangements for field trip plans, and mobilize major literary and artistic units to respond actively.

This mobilization meeting will be for the final mobilization and specific arrangements for the field trip.

The participants are the writers who are participating in this military field trip, whether they are volunteering or being forced to sign up.

Everyone has to come to this mobilization meeting.

The mobilization meeting in Beijing was chaired by the field research working group.

In other places, due to geographical restrictions, the Writers Association will hold the meeting on their behalf.

With thoughts in a whirlwind, Cheng Kaiyan buried her doubts deep in her heart.

"Mom, I have something to do today and I may not be back for lunch."

He took his briefcase and walked out of the room and said to his mother who was washing clothes in the yard.

"Ah."

……

Qianmen West Street, where the BJ Writers Association is located, is a street with rich cultural history.

It is located on the central axis of the Forbidden City, connecting Tiananmen Gate and Zhengyangmen Gate.

Qianmen Street is named after the south gate of the Forbidden City built during the Yongle period of the Ming Dynasty, namely Zhengyangmen, commonly known as Qianmen.

This street is dotted with all kinds of peculiar buildings.

The Catholic Church at Xuanwumen is the earliest Catholic church in Beijing. It is a three-story Baroque style church that has stood here for nearly three or four hundred years.

There is also Zhengyangmen Station on the Jingfeng Railway and the Catholic French School.

In addition, the famous Beijing time-honored brand, Quanjude Roast Duck Restaurant is also here.

There is also a very famous ancient commercial street called "Dashilan", which has a history of 500 years.

The name Dazhalan comes from the first year of the Hongzhi reign of Emperor Xiaozong of the Ming Dynasty. At that time, in order to strengthen public security, wooden fences were set up at the entrances of streets and alleys. Among them, the fences of Langfang Sitiao were tall and sturdy, and were called "Dazhalan".

By the Qing Dynasty, Dashilan had become one of Beijing's most prosperous commercial streets, gathering many time-honored shops, such as Liubiju selling pickles, Tongrentang selling medicine, Nei Liansheng selling shoes, Ruifengxiang selling silk and cloth, etc.

Although Dazhalan was burned down by the Boxer Rebellion in 1900, it is still prosperous after being rebuilt, and many time-honored brands from the Qing Dynasty still gather here.

Menkuang Hutong is the food street of Dashilan.

Cheng Kaiyan went around in circles and finally came here.

Anyway, it was still early for the meeting, and the reason I didn’t eat at home was mainly because I was tired of drinking porridge and wanted to satisfy my craving.

At the door of the wonton stall, Cheng Kaiyan ordered a bowl of scallion wontons and sat down to eat.

The broth with oil and the wontons full of meat are irresistible.

At seven o'clock in the morning, the streets were crowded with people, and many of them, like Cheng Kaiyan, were sitting by stalls carrying briefcases and eating breakfast.

At the street entrance not far away.

Several young men in their twenties and thirties, wearing white shirts, army green Liberation shoes, with pens stuck in their chests, briefcases in their hands, and red star hats on their heads, walked into the Menkuang Hutong snack street.

There was a sense of uniform rhythm in their every move, as if they had just walked out of a military camp.

"Su Jin, I didn't expect you to join the military tour this time. Aren't you revising a manuscript for People's Literature? Have you finished revising it?"

The middle-aged man in the lead asked curiously to a young man in his twenties beside him.

"Comrade Cunbao, you may not know this, but Comrade Zhu has already finished revising the manuscript and will be returning to the army in a while.

It just so happened that he happened to coincide with this military field trip. The secretary of the field trip working group learned that Comrade Xiao Su was a military writer in Beijing, so he came to his house and strongly invited him to participate.

It is said that it was Team Leader Ning who personally gave the order, saying that young talents like Comrade Zhu Sujin must be recruited into the field research team. "

Without waiting for the young man to answer, a young lesbian in her twenties on the other side looked at the young man with a straight figure and regular features with some admiration.

This young comrade was named Zhu Sujin. He joined the army at the age of sixteen and began creating at the age of twenty-five.

In 78, he published his first novel, Punishment, which was well received by some critics. He became famous overnight and was hailed as a genius.

This man has a handsome appearance, a decent temperament, and a strong military style, but he has a bit of stubborn temper and a rather arrogant personality.

A few months ago, Zhu Sujin submitted a unique work to People's Literature: "A Summer Camp Story".

The story revolves around what happened among this group of teenagers. Through delicate brushstrokes, it depicts the teenagers' growth process in the summer camp, showing their friendship, courage and longing for the future. It is full of positive concepts and characteristics of the times.

Therefore, he was appreciated by Cui Daoyi, the editor of People's Literature, who specially invited Comrade Zhu to BJ to revise the manuscript.

This female comrade named Zhou Ling graduated from the Chinese Department of Peking University and now works at the People's Literature Magazine as an intern editor. She is responsible for receiving the young military writer Comrade Zhu Sujin.

"Editor Zhou, you are overpraising me. It is just that Team Leader Ning appreciates me."

Zhu Sujin simply pushed his glasses up on his nose and spoke modestly.

But there was a smile in his eyes and a proud look on his face.

In fact, what Editor Zhou said was not comprehensive. The secretaries of the field research team not only invited him to participate in the field research, but also gave him special treatment and subsidies.

The stunningly beautiful team leader Ning, who was in her early thirties, even said frankly that if he wrote an excellent work and won an award, he would have the opportunity to transfer to another job.

After all, Zhu Sujin is already 27 years old, almost 30, and it is impossible for him to stay in the army forever. Seeking transfer is naturally what he wants.

In addition, the beautiful and elegant Team Leader Ning also deeply touched his inexperienced heart.

'How can there be such an intellectual, elegant, mature and charming lesbian in this world? It's really amazing! Moreover, she has such a strong background and power... For her, I would rather risk my life to go to the front line to collect folk songs!'

The combination of beauty and power has a greater impact on men.

As the saying goes, a beautiful lady is a gentleman's dream.

What's more, Zhu Sujin, a bachelor for more than 20 years, fell in love with her at first sight.

Zhu Sujin was even more excited when she thought that Team Leader Ning's power was no less than her beauty.

So he immediately agreed to the field trip.

He has lived in the army for many years and knows military life very well. He already has stories in his mind that he wants to put down on paper.

He has already thought of a name, it's called "Shooting the Wolf".

I had originally planned to wait until my writing skills matured before starting to create, but now it seems that this field trip is a great opportunity.

"Huh... I'll be seeing her at the meeting later... Should I buy some flowers? Write a love poem?"

Zhu Sujin's heart was entangled in sweet happiness.

Soon the three of them walked to the middle of the street. The middle-aged man in the lead smiled and pointed at the wonton stand in front and said, "Aunt Liu's wontons are unique in Dashilan. They are extremely delicious and you must try them."

"Just follow Brother Yang's instructions."

Zhu Sujin nodded nonchalantly, and the female editor next to him followed suit.

"Aunt Liu, three big bowls of wontons, please."

The middle-aged man shouted.

Aunt Liu, who was wearing an apron, responded with a smile, "Hurry up, hurry up, I'll be right there."

The three of them sat at an empty table. Next to them was a young man with his back to them, eating happily.

"Have you heard? Today's meeting not only arranges the teams assigned to each writer and determines the departure time, but also selects a deputy team leader to assist Leader Ning in his work."

The middle-aged man’s surname is Yang. He is a professional writer from the Writers Association and knows some gossip.

However, he did not have any famous works and had only published one collection of poems, so he was recommended to join the field research team.

He is not a genius like Zhu Sujin, whose debut work was well received and whose second work is about to be published in People's Literature. "Deputy team leader, is there anything special about this position?"

Editor Zhou asked curiously.

"Let's put it this way. The name of the field research working group may not seem impressive, but this military field research is a national activity after all... It's a platform. The better the field research work, the greater the chance of being noticed by the leaders above. Even a deputy team leader cannot be underestimated."

Brother Yang explained calmly.

"I see."

Zhu Sujin and Editor Zhou suddenly realized that at work, having the ability is one thing, but being noticed by the leaders is more important.

How great would it be if I could get a chance at the position of deputy team leader?

After all, Zhu Sujin was still a young man in his early twenties. After hearing this, he couldn't help but fantasize about it.

What's more, he is working with Team Leader Ning Qiuyue, whom he admires!
"The chances for most people are slim. Comrade Xiao Zhu is so young and is valued by Team Leader Ning. Maybe he has a chance to get involved."

Brother Yang glanced at Zhu Sujin's expression, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and praised calmly.

"Brother Yang, you are joking. I have no virtue or ability, not to mention there are so many literary predecessors who are collecting folk songs. But if Team Leader Ning chooses me, then I will have no choice but to agree."

Zhu Sujin couldn't suppress a smile on his face. Although he knew that this was impossible, he still felt quite happy to be praised like that.

Being appreciated and valued by Ning Qiuyue is his greatest asset; others don’t have this treatment!
Only Zhu Sujin!
After all, this person is from the Ning family in Beijing.

It would be great if I could really become the deputy team leader!

Thinking of this, Zhu Sujin couldn't help but want to hold a meeting later to fight for it.

"Pfft..."

Cheng Kaiyan, who was not far away from them, heard this and burst out laughing, almost choking.

I didn’t expect that I would meet a writer who was collecting folk songs while eating wontons. It’s really fate.

But the topic they talked about was really unbearable for him.

If he remembered correctly, Xiao Wang, the female secretary of the working group, mentioned this matter when she delivered the documents yesterday.

In order to make the field trip a success, the bad woman Ning Qiuyue not only forced Cheng Kaiyan out as a role model, but also won over a group of military writers.

I'm afraid this gay man is one of them?
"what are you laughing at?"

Zhu Sujin was immersed in his fantasy when he suddenly heard Cheng Kaiyan's laughter behind him. He frowned and turned around to ask in surprise.

"Nothing...Nothing, I just thought of something happy."

Cheng Kaiyan quickly shook her head and began to explain.

"Next time, don't eavesdrop on other people's conversations. That's a lack of manners."

Zhu Sujin didn't know what to say, so he just glared at Cheng Kaiyan with dissatisfaction.

Cheng Kaiyan suppressed her smile, nodded, and said nothing more.

But at this moment, Editor Zhou, who had just lowered his head to eat, heard them, and quickly raised his head and saw Cheng Kaiyan's familiar profile.

He was stunned for a moment, then exclaimed in surprise: "Teacher Xiao Cheng? Why are you here?"

"You are... Editor Xiao Zhou who poured tea for me last time? The one from the Chinese Department of Peking University?"

Cheng Kaiyan looked at the pretty female comrade with a strange expression and recalled some things.

If it weren't for his excellent memory, he really wouldn't be able to remember it.

"Do you still remember Teacher Xiao Cheng?"

Editor Zhou couldn't help laughing. She thought the other party had forgotten about it.

Now it seems that I have left quite a deep impression on Teacher Cheng?
Editor Zhou looked at Cheng Kaiyan with a red face, feeling sorry that this talented man already had a partner.

Brother Yang from the Writers Association and Zhu Sujin, who had just turned around and went back, were startled by Editor Zhou's shout.

Teacher Xiao Cheng?

Who is this?

Anyone who can be called a teacher by the trainee editor of People's Literature must be a writer.

The two of them quickly turned around and looked, "Who is this Teacher Cheng? Editor Zhou?"

"This is Cheng Kaiyan, Teacher Cheng Kaiyan."

Editor Zhou did not give any specific introduction, but just looked at them with a smile as they said the name.

The two were stunned. Cheng Kaiyan?
Could it be...

"Could it be... Cheng Kaiyan, the great talent who wrote the epic essay 'Fragrant Grass' that ended the Down to the Countryside Movement?"

After all, Brother Yang is a veteran in the Writers Association. When he heard this, he immediately exclaimed.

To be honest, an unknown writer like him had never even seen the face of this great talent and could only read about him in newspapers.

It is said that this great talent usually comes into contact with Comrade Wang Meng, the deputy leader of their city's Writers Association, Comrade Zhang Guangnian, the editor-in-chief of People's Literature, and even children's literature masters such as Chen Bochui, Bing Xin, and Ye Shengtao.

It can be said that there are great scholars among the people who talk and laugh, and there are no unlearned people among the people.

Most people can never see this person, let alone know him.

I'm lucky today.

"Hello, hello. I'm Yang Zhiwen from the Municipal Writers Association. Nice to meet you, Comrade Cheng Kaiyan. I'm a fan of your books!"

Yang Zhiwen stood up immediately with a warm smile on his face.

"Hello."

Cheng Kaiyan was stunned and had no choice but to shake hands with him.

As for Zhu Sujin, he was a little dazed.

Of course he knew Cheng Kaiyan! Since she entered the literary world last year, she has won many honors and all her works are excellent.

Among them, he read "Submarine at Night" more than ten times. A person as aloof and independent as the protagonist of the story is what Zhu Sujin yearns for.

But at this moment... Zhu Sujin's face looked a little embarrassed and ugly.

He had just lectured the young man.

Zhu Sujin, who was of a proud character, was too embarrassed to say anything, so he just sat there in a daze, his body stiff.

"Comrade Xiao Zhu, come and meet him. This is our famous writer, the talented Comrade Cheng Kaiyan. He is not particular about small matters."

Yang Zhiwen blinked, knowing that he was embarrassed, he patted Zhu Sujin's shoulder with a smile and advised him.

"Hello, Comrade Cheng Kaiyan. I am Zhu Sujin, a military writer."

Zhu Sujin had a stepping stone and took advantage of it.

"Hello, Comrade Zhu."

When Cheng Kaiyan heard the name, she understood.

Aren’t it Zhu Sujin and Li Cunbao who started the new trend of military literary and artistic works in the new era?
In fact, he has some works that are familiar to everyone, such as "Kangxi Dynasty", "Zhu Yuanzhang", "My Brother is Shunliu", "Let the Bullets Fly" and the most famous 2010 version of "Three Kingdoms".

Later, with a royalty of 14 million, he was ranked tenth on the list of richest writers.

After a brief chat, Zhu Sujin's expression eased, but he was still a little unconvinced.

Everyone invited each other to attend a meeting of the Writers Association.

Walking into the corridor of the meeting room of the Writers Association, Ning Qiuyue was chatting with other writers when she saw Cheng Kaiyan approaching.

There was a flash of deep dissatisfaction in her eyes. Ning Qiuyue had never thought that one day her eyes would be pecked by a swallow.

Just because of this cheap nephew Jiang Ting!
Wouldn't it be better for you to be a role model and go to the front line to collect folk songs?

Not only was a deputy team leader assigned to him, but other costs were also incurred.

Thinking of this, Ning Qiuyue became very angry.

However, when Ning Qiuyue saw that Cheng Kaiyan looked much younger than everyone else present, she came up with an idea.

Then, a confident smile appeared on her delicate and classical face, and she walked towards Cheng Kaiyan and others who were walking towards her.

"Who's here? Why did Team Leader Ning come over?"

"I do not know?"

……

Cheng Kaiyan and others also realized this and turned their attention to Ning Qiuyue.

Among them, Zhu Sujin's heart was beating fast and his eyes were full of anticipation.

Absolutely! It's definitely coming towards me!

My Team Leader Ning!
Zhu Sujin's face, which had been somewhat disappointed just now, instantly became proud. He glanced at the three people beside him with a hint of complacency in his eyes.

So he coughed lightly and went over to greet him: "Team Leader Ning..."

But at this moment, Ning Qiuyue passed by him and greeted Cheng Kaiyan with a smile on her pretty face: "Deputy Team Leader Cheng, you are finally here. Qiuyue has been waiting for you for a long time."

"If Deputy Team Leader Cheng doesn't come, we can't hold the mobilization meeting today!"

(End of this chapter)