1979: My fiancée is a goddess

Chapter 275 Contributions and Reports

Two days later.

The boring weekend lasted quite a long time, and what Cheng Kaiyan expected did not happen.

For two days in a row, Liu Xiaoli and Jiang Ting, who were looking forward to seeing him, showed no intention of coming to visit him.

Cheng Kaiyan thought that maybe he was too busy, but didn't he even have the time to take a look?

"Busy, everyone is busy, it's better to be busy!"

Cheng Kaiyan was lying on the wooden bed in the bedroom, bored, with his body spread out in a "木" shape, looking like an empty-nest elderly person.

He tilted his head to look towards the window.

The yellowed and old desks and bookshelves are stacked together under the softer light of a cloudy day.

The printed glass windows were blown by the wind, and as the hinges opened and closed, there was a creaking sound.

As soon as you enter the yard, you can hear the sound of roosters crowing from time to time.

It's very quiet in my ears.

It is now 7:30 in the morning on September 28, 1980, less than 72 hours away from National Day. The scary thing is that Cheng Kaiyan has not yet gotten up to eat.

"It's time to change the medicine."

In the main room, Xu Yuxiu walked in, leaning on the table beside the bed and gave instructions.

"Oh."

Cheng Kaiyan responded lazily, took off her clothes, and turned over skillfully.

Xu Yuxiu picked up the white porcelain jar of ointment on the table, walked to the bed, and looked at Cheng Kaiyan's naked back with heartache.

I saw that the blood scabs on his back were still distributed on his spine and back, occupying almost one-third of the body.

The edge of the thick black and gray blood scab has slightly lifted up during this period, revealing light pink new flesh.

It will probably fall off completely in another week.

As for the minor wounds, scratches and gunshot wounds in other parts of the body, they have healed, leaving only a mark. Fortunately, the ointment given by Sister Qingshui is very effective. It not only speeds up the healing of the wound, but also has the effect of removing scars. These marks will heal after a while.

"It's almost ready."

Xu Yuxiu smeared the ointment under the edge of the blood scab, allowing the ointment to touch the newly grown flesh as much as possible, and explained softly.

Cheng Kaiyan nodded. He couldn’t see the extent of the injuries behind him, but he could only feel the cool and piercing power of the medicine drilling into his skin, making the blood scabs feel cold and itchy.

This is probably a sign of accelerated healing and growth of new flesh.

"Xiaoli and your aunt haven't come here recently?"

While applying the medicine, Xu Yuxiu asked in a seemingly casual tone.

"No, we're all busy. We've been in Southern Xinjiang for so many days, and things have piled up in BJ."

Cheng Kaiyan shook his head and explained.

"Too."

Xu Yuxiu sighed inwardly, looking thoughtful.

As the old saying goes, no one knows a child better than his mother.

She raised Cheng Kaiyan from childhood to adulthood, so how could she not see what he was thinking during this period of time.

five minutes later.

Xu Yuxiu applied the medicine, tore off a piece of paper to clean her hands, and said with a smile: "Wait ten minutes for it to be absorbed, then put on your clothes. I'll leave your bike at home, go out for a walk."

"Oh."

Cheng Kaiyan responded calmly.

"By the way, be careful on the road."

His calmness surprised Xu Yuxiu a little, but she didn't say much, just gave him a few instructions.

Let young people resolve their own issues.

"Forget it, I won't use the car, I'll take the bus."

"Too."

……

After ten minutes, the medicine was completely absorbed and my back felt refreshed.

The mother and son went out together.

Step out of the courtyard and walk outside along the gravel road in the alley.

When they reached the main road, Xu Yuxiu rode her bike with Cheng Kaiyan straight to Dengshikou. They bought two bowls of noodles at a stall and then left separately.

"Come back at noon?"

Before leaving, Xu Yuxiu asked.

She knew that Cheng Kaiyan was most likely going to find Xiaoli or Jiang Ting, and no one knew what had happened between the three of them.

We have become estranged. Even though my son was so injured, she didn't even come to visit me for a whole week.

"Don't go back. I'll come see you after school this afternoon."

Cheng Kaiyan waved her hand.

"Row."

Xu Yuxiu stuffed two big unity notes into Cheng Kaiyan's pocket and went to work at the school.

"Send the manuscript first."

Cheng Kaiyan put the money in his pocket, turned and walked towards the nearby post office.

The essay writing competition has already begun. Send it in early so that it can be published early and get the royalties. "Fang Hua" has three volumes and the word count is about 160,000 words.

Because it is a military work, Cheng Kaiyan is not sure how much the "People's Liberation Army Literature and Art" will pay for the manuscript, but it is probably about eight or nine yuan per thousand words, which is more than one thousand yuan.

In addition, this military field trip is very dangerous and may involve risk to life.

Therefore, the first prize of the field writing competition is high, a full 1,000 yuan. Even the national short story award only has a prize of 100 yuan, which attracted many writers to participate.

I just don't know if I can get both the manuscript fee and the essay contest prize together.

"It's more than 2,000 yuan in total. If you add it up, my savings will be as high as 10,000 yuan!"

There was a gleam in Cheng Kaiyan's eyes. He was a millionaire in the early 1980s!
This is so rare.

Let’s see if we can buy a bigger house.

He was looking forward to it in his heart and quickened his pace.

After a while we arrived at a post office.

A familiar brand, with a queue at the door to withdraw money.

On the right hand side, there is a rusty green mailbox standing quietly under the street light.

Two young and childish girls with pigtails and rustic hairpins on their heads stood in front of the mailbox, standing on tiptoe and stuffing letters into it with a smile on their faces.

"Dandan, if your manuscript is rejected again, we won't come with you. We've come several times, and we were waiting for you to pay us for the manuscript to treat us to a meal, but we've been rejected every time."

One of the dark-skinned girls complained to the girl with curly hair and a light yellow dress who was standing on tiptoe to send a letter.

"Don't be angry, I'll buy you a soda later, okay?"

The girl named Dandan stuffed the letter inside and turned back to flatter.

"alright."

When Yiyi heard the word soda, she swallowed subconsciously and nodded in agreement.

"whee."

Song Dandan smiled proudly and was about to turn around with her good friend Yiyi when suddenly a thin young man appeared in front of her. She was stunned for a moment and soon she couldn't help but exclaimed!

"ah!"

Song Dandan's sudden exclamation almost scared the girl Yiyi beside her.

"This...Isn't this Teacher Cheng Kaiyan?"

"The Cheng Kaiyan who wrote the love letter?"

Miss Yiyi also quickly looked up.

The two of them stood there in a daze, watching Cheng Kaiyan stuff a thick stack of envelopes into the mailbox.

After the mailbox plopped.

The man walked away straight away.

"Why is he gone?"

Song Dandan looked at the back and shouted frantically that she hadn't asked him for an autograph yet.

"They don't know us, so they must have taken advantage of us. Besides, Teacher Cheng seems rather cold."

Miss Yiyi thought for a moment and explained.

"Do you think Teacher Xiao Cheng will send in a manuscript like us? I just heard a plop, it must be a long article!"

"It's possible. I'm really looking forward to Teacher Cheng's new work!"

"Me too. I'm really looking forward to it. Could it be a romance novel? Elbow! We're really lucky today. Let's go buy some soda, some iced ones!"

"Wow! You are so nice, Dandan."...

Cheng Kaiyan walked towards the bus stop he remembered. He planned to take a bus to visit Beijing Normal University.

As he passed by the newsstand, he heard a group of people chatting.

"Hey! Have you heard? There was a victory in the southern Xinjiang recently. The newspapers are saying that they killed 4,000 enemies and captured hundreds of prisoners. It is the biggest victory this year."

The newsstand owner said excitedly as he flipped through the newspaper in his hand.

"It's time to teach them a lesson. They are monkeys who fear power but not morality. In the early years, we helped them fight the Americans, but now they are fighting us instead."

A middle-aged man in blue work clothes said bitterly.

"Hey! It's because we have the Soviet revisionists backing us up, otherwise we would have been defeated long ago."

Another teacher wearing glasses said with disdain.

The three of them were standing in front of the newsstand and chatting happily, even forgetting about going to work for a while.

Perhaps no matter what era it is, the topics among middle-aged men always revolve around the international situation and war.

"This is nothing, look at today's Liberation Army Daily, this is outrageous.

You all know about the military field trip, right? It was reported in the Literary Gazette last month.

Look, the People's Liberation Army Daily reported that a writer who collected folk songs had made great contributions on the front battlefield, and he was the key figure in this great victory!"

The stall owner said with shock in her eyes, and she quickly placed the newspaper in the middle of the three people.

"A writer? Has he made great contributions on the front line?"

Why are these words so rare when combined together?

This kind of thing probably only happened before the founding of the People's Republic of China?

This is a man of both civil and military talents!
The other two raised their eyebrows, were very surprised, and quickly looked down.

The newspaper said:

"The pen turns into a sword to express loyalty, and the battlefield writer shows his power!

——Records the heroic deeds of writer Cheng Kaiyan, who was vigorous and brave during his field trip to the southern Xinjiang frontline.

[Special News]:
In the smoke of the battlefield in southern Xinjiang, there was a young writer who originally held a pen and paper and wrote a battlefield legend with wisdom and courage.

Comrade Cheng Kaiyan, a well-known writer, great talent, and deputy leader of the field research team, not only recorded the heroic epics of the war in words during his field research at the front lines, but also bravely fought and killed dozens of enemy soldiers.

At critical moments, he assisted the troops in obtaining and reporting urgent military intelligence, and even had the quick wit to blow up the iron chain bridge that the enemy had to pass through to advance.

On September 20th, at the celebration meeting of the Southern Xinjiang Military Region, Comrade Cheng Kaiyan was awarded the first-class individual merit and the first-class collective merit. The head of Southern Xinjiang personally awarded him the honorary title of Battlefield Literature and Art Pioneer!
His deeds were highly praised by the government, and he became a model soldier of military-civilian integration, a combat hero..."

After writing, a color photo appeared before my eyes.

A handsome, pale young man lying on a hospital bed smiling at the camera.

……

"hiss!"

"It's actually true!"

"I think I know this comrade Cheng Kaiyan! He is a famous talent in Beijing. He seems to have graduated from Wangfujing High School!"

The teacher wearing glasses could not help but snatch the newspaper and look at the photo carefully, with a huge wave of emotion in his heart.

This name, this appearance, this identity.

After thinking it over again and again, he finally confirmed that this Cheng Kaiyan was a graduate of their school.

Who would have thought that such a person would emerge from their school? !

……

Not far away, Cheng Kaiyan stood on the side of the road and listened for a while, then turned around and left with an indifferent expression.

He concealed his achievements and fame, and left when his work was done.

After arriving at the bus stop, I waited for a while and then got on the bus to Beijing Normal University.

"Hey, have you heard? There was a victory in southern Xinjiang..."

The car was crowded, and Cheng Kaiyan heard many people discussing heatedly the great victory that took place in southern Xinjiang, as well as their own name.

Since ancient times, front-line wars have been a major event, and every move has touched the hearts of the people.

What's more, it was a great victory. Today, the "People's Liberation Army Daily" used all its space to conduct special reports on the war in southern Xinjiang.

As soon as this report came out, it immediately attracted the attention of countless people across the country.

At this time, many people also inadvertently remembered Cheng Kaiyan's name.

……

Beijing Normal University.

Cheng Kaiyan stood at the east gate, looked at the two big lions standing motionless in the sun, and walked straight into the campus.

The campus I have been away from for a long time is still the same as before. The cement road leading to the depths of the campus is lined with lush poplar trees on both sides, swaying golden green shadows in the sun.

Looking at the teaching building in the distance, you can vaguely see students in the classroom and teachers standing on the podium giving lectures through the windows.

"It seems like it's a new semester? All the freshmen have enrolled."

Cheng Kaiyan suddenly realized this problem. It was already the end of September without her noticing, and more than half of 1980 had passed.

"I don't know how she is doing in Neon..."

A thought flashed through Cheng Kaiyan's mind, and he slowly shook his head and walked towards the office.

The journey was smooth and I met several teachers I knew on the way, including the familiar teacher Han Zhaoqi.

Cheng Kaiyan greeted them.

Han Zhaoqi asked with concern: "Cheng Kaiyan, you are back. Are you healed?"

"Almost there. Is Professor Jiang in the office?"

Cheng Kaiyan asked.

"Professor Jiang, she's still teaching. I remember she was teaching a class on the second floor for students in the writers' class, but I forgot what she was teaching."

"Thanks."

"fine."

Han Zhaoqi paused and asked, "By the way, let me ask you something. Is it really you who is mentioned in the newspaper? Were you injured at that time?"

"Well, it is."

Cheng Kaiyan nodded calmly.

"That's true. To be honest, we were all shocked when we saw the news. Now you are famous."

A teacher next to Han Zhaoqi said with a smile.

"I have something else to do. See you later."

Cheng Kaiyan said hello and left quickly.

All the way to the classroom.

Finally, I saw a cold figure teaching a class at the podium in the middle classroom on the second floor.

White shirt, black pants, and low-heeled sandals.

Holding a piece of chalk, she writes on the blackboard, and her tall and straight back is particularly attractive.

But no student in the classroom dared to look directly at Professor Jiang, for fear of being frozen by the bone-chilling coldness coming from him.

"Sister Xiaoli's reason is understandable, but what about Auntie? Is it really because she is too busy?"

Cheng Kaiyan stood on the balcony, gazing at the woman's graceful back, lost in thought.

However, Professor Jiang, who was writing on the blackboard in the classroom, seemed to have sensed something and subconsciously looked back, then quickly turned back to continue teaching.

In addition, other people in the classroom also noticed Cheng Kaiyan, whom they had not seen for a long time.

A few minutes later, the bell rang for the end of get out of class.

Cheng Kaiyan was awakened and he looked towards the classroom.

Ye Xin, Jiang Zilong, Wang Anyi and others had already noticed him. When the get out of class was over, they shouted to him, "Kai Yan! Are you healed?"

"almost done."

Cheng Kaiyan walked into the classroom and everyone surrounded her.

After this period of time, with the recollections and dissemination of Jiang Zilon, Wang Anyi and others, Cheng Kaiyan's deeds in southern Xinjiang spread throughout the class.

But when the news came out today, the students who had some doubts had to believe that this was the fact.

"Congratulations, Kaiyan, you are truly famous now. You are the pioneer of battlefield literature and art. There are not many honorary titles in the country!"

Jiang Zilong congratulated with a smile.

"congratulations!"

Seeing this, the others also smiled and congratulated him.

Cheng Kaiyan smiled and exchanged pleasantries for a while, but her mind was not here, and the corner of her eyes had already drifted to the front.

The intellectual professor, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and exuding a cold temperament, was sitting quietly on the podium, turning the pages of the book with his slender white fingers, as if he had not noticed him.

(End of this chapter)