1979: My fiancée is a goddess

Chapter 24 Visit to Mr. Ye

The morning of January 3rd.

Under the crooked tree in Wutong Courtyard, a window was open.

Cheng Kaiyan was wearing a military coat and a Lei Feng hat on his head, sitting at the desk and writing.

On the desk, a bottle of blue ink was open, emitting a sweet and stinky smell.

Next to the ink bottle, there are dozens of sheets of grid paper piled up, which are the results of these days.

Although the Children's Literature has been selling well in the past few days, and children are enjoying the blue sea and swimming freely, adults are also reflecting...

After all, it is only spread in a small circle.

Cheng Kaiyan's life was not affected by this and was very peaceful.

He just bought a book as a souvenir and put it on the bookshelf.

Although he has holidays these days, he is not idle.

He perfected the outline of the first volume of Fangcao again.

More content was added, no longer limited to the love between Xiaofang and Song Jingming. In the blank spaces of describing love, the youthful passion and humanity of the educated young people who went to the countryside were all written in.

At that time, the educated youth worked hard to build southern Xinjiang. They transformed themselves from powerless urban youths in difficult environments and became independent people.

Cheng Kaiyan is not fictional. The role of educated youth in rural areas is both good and bad, but it cannot be written one-sidedly.

Strive to be fair, acknowledge the positive side of their work, and also write about their ugly deeds in the village, such as stealing, cooking for their own benefit, and hooking up with rural girls and eldest daughters-in-law.

This may be in line with the educated youth novels with a return to the past in the 1980s, which laid the foundation for this book.

"It's so blissful to have only two days to work a week. I really hope it can last my whole life..."

Cheng Kaiyan squeezed out the last word on the grid paper, stood up, stretched his body, and sighed.

These days, he lives a very leisurely and comfortable life. When he has classes, he goes to class. When he doesn't have classes, he stays in the office or library to write manuscripts, read books, and appreciate the female college students of this era.

"Tick tock..."

Cheng Kaiyan looked up at the clock. It was a little after ten twenty.

This is an operation that Cheng Kaiyan repeats more than twenty times a day, tilting her head to look at the clock.

As time went by, Cheng Kaiyan felt her neck starting to ache.

"I really want a watch, not an Omega or a Rado, a Shanghai or BJ brand will do!"

"Don't even mention watches? I can't even afford a bicycle right now."

Cheng Kaiyan stood up and stretched, then went to the kitchen to start cooking and cleaning the dishes for lunch, and waited for Xu Yuxiu to come back from get off work at noon to cook.

Although the food in the school cafeteria is not expensive, it is not as cheap as eating at home.

"Crackling..."

Sitting in front of the stove, Cheng Kaiyan skillfully broke various branches into small pieces for easy burning, stuffed them into the stove, and then filled it with a handful of dry leaves.

Then he took out a box of matches.

"Crack!"

A bean-sized flame lit up, the match drew a trajectory in the air and landed on the leaves. Then a puff of blue smoke rose and a blazing fire started in the stove.

An orange-red light flickered in Cheng Kaiyan's eyes, and waves of heat spread out.

Soon, the steam in the pot began to vibrate, and Cheng Kaiyan's work was done.

Sitting by the fire, daydreaming.

Suddenly, shouts were heard from the yard.

"Is Cheng Kaiyan at home?"

Several voices came into Cheng Kaiyan's ears, which sounded a little strange, so she hurried out.

A middle-aged man wearing glasses and a young woman in her twenties carrying a briefcase came into the yard. Cheng Kaiyan came out and asked, "Who are you?"

"We are from the Children's Literature Editorial Department. Does Cheng Kaiyan live here?"

After Editor-in-Chief Hu decided yesterday to ask Mr. Ye Shengtao for a review, he planned to take the author to visit Mr. Ye Shengtao.

"I am."

"You are Cheng Kaiyan? So young?"

Xu Dexia said, covering her mouth with a little surprise.

As an editor, she has read Cheng Kaiyan's article no less than ten times and has already formed an image of the author in her mind.

This may be the image of a middle-aged man in his thirties with an unshaven beard, a thin and tall figure, and a slightly melancholy temperament.

How come he is a young man in his twenties?

"Of course, come in with me."

Cheng Kaiyan led the two into the bedroom and poured two cups of tea for them.

Editor Hu saw the familiar handwriting on the desk and accepted the fact. The young man in front of him was Cheng Kaiyan, whom they were looking for.

Editor-in-Chief Hu smiled and explained his purpose: "This time, I want to take you to visit Mr. Ye Shengtao and ask for a review article. This will be good for your literary development, and it will also help us increase sales."

Mr. Ye Shengtao?
Cheng Kaiyan was a little surprised. This person was a frequent guest in the Chinese textbooks, and there was even a Ye Shengtao Cup essay competition in later generations.

He readily agreed. This would not be bad for him. However, he was a little confused as to whether Mr. Ye had any relationship with them...

“In fact, our children’s literature was created by Mr. Ye, Ms. Bing Xin and some senior predecessors in the literary world.

Mr. Ye himself often published his previous works in children's literature, such as the Scarecrow and the stone statue of ancient heroes. He is one of the few fairy tale masters in my country.

He is also very interested in our children's literature and even visited us in person a few months ago. You don't have to worry about this. I told Mr. Ye about this matter yesterday."

Editor-in-Chief Hu saw Cheng Kaiyan's confusion with his experience and explained.

Cheng Kaiyan left a note for her mother Xu Yuxiu and went out with the two of them.

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No. 71, Dongsiba Tiao, Dongcheng District.

After meeting Mr. Ye's son Ye Zhicheng, the three of them sat down in the yard and drank clean tea.

Mr. Ye Shengtao is feeling unwell and needs to wait for a while.

Cheng Kaiyan sat in the middle and looked around the small courtyard, thinking it was very exquisite and beautiful.

The courtyard in front of you faces north and south, with a small Ruyi door, a hard mountain roof and a clear water ridge. There are exquisite brick carvings on the lintel. Flower branches and vines climbing out from the corners of the wall, hanging on the wall, fluttering in the morning breeze. There is a beautiful crabapple tree on each side of the courtyard, which is very poetic.

Even the elaborately decorated courtyard houses of later times are not as beautiful as this courtyard house with ancient style.

Xu Dexia was very curious about Cheng Kaiyan, so she volunteered to introduce this courtyard to Cheng Kaiyan:

"Mr. Ye has lived in this courtyard for thirty or forty years. The location is very good, adjacent to Chaoyangmen North Street in the east. It is said that the courtyard was built in the middle and late Qing Dynasty and was originally the residence of an official in charge of the curtain warehouse in the Qing Imperial Household Department.

After the founding of New China, Mr. Ye bought this place.

There are two crabapple trees in the yard. Every warm April, the crabapple trees will bloom beautifully. The bright green leaves of the crabapple trees set off the pink flowers, which is very beautiful.

Every April, when the crabapples are in full bloom, Mr. Ye would invite relatives and friends to his home to enjoy the flowers. Everyone called it the "Begonia Flower Party". They would gather under the beautiful crabapples, chat, recite poems, and reminisce about the past.

"I see."

Cheng Kaiyan nodded.

At this moment, Ye Zhicheng came towards them, supporting an old man with white beard and white eyebrows.

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