1979: My fiancée is a goddess

Chapter 59 Liu Xiaoli: Excuse me, who are you?
Cheng Kaiyan first went to the cafeteria to buy some food to fill her stomach, and then returned to the guesthouse to collect the clothes and quilts that Liu Xiaoli had hung out to dry in the afternoon.

In the evening, he leaned on the bed, writing something with a pen and paper in his hand.

"Boom boom boom!"

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and a man's voice called out at the door: "Is Kaiyan there?"

Cheng Kaiyan got up and opened the door, and found that it was Editor-in-Chief Yang who came over.

"I have something to discuss with you."

Yang Shuan stamped his feet at the door, then put out the cigarette in his mouth, then walked into the room and got straight to the point, "The president talked to me today and said he wanted to meet you, mainly to talk about "Fragrant Grass". Do you have time these days?"

"President? I'm free during this time."

Cheng Kaiyan nodded.

"It's nothing big, just a meeting, and by the way, we can talk about the specific matters published in Fangcao, and brainstorm to see if there is any way to quickly open up Fangcao in Hubei Province and increase its popularity. After all, this novel is not only a work that makes you famous, Cheng Kaiyan, but also the key to the rise and fall of Fangcao magazine."

Yang Shuan said in a deep voice that the sales of Fangcao had been declining for the past two months and the leaders of the publishing house had expressed dissatisfaction. As the deputy editor-in-chief, he could not even keep his position, let alone make any further progress.

Now the emergence of "Fragrant Grass" brings a glimmer of hope.

In order to become famous overnight, Yang Shu'an has become so angry that he can do anything.

"It's easy. Either advertise or find a famous literary figure to comment in advance and release the news of "Fragrant Grass" in advance."

"Hey, that's good! I'll make a note of it."

Yang Shuan was very happy.

Before he finished writing, he heard Cheng Kaiyan say:
"By the way, Editor-in-Chief Yang, do you still remember the poem "Xiao Fang" that Song Jingming wrote for Xiao Fang? It's actually a song. I think we can record this song and put it on the radio station to play it 24 hours a day. That way, we won't have to worry about not getting famous."

"That's a song? You can write songs?"

Yang Shuan looked at Cheng Kaiyan in shock. He had never noticed that it was a song.

……

Early the next morning.

Cheng Kaiyan followed Editor-in-Chief Yang to meet the president of the editorial agency.

The president’s surname is Wang. He looks to be in his fifties and has a square face.

According to Chief Editor Yang, Leader Wang is the city's leader in charge of literature and art, and the president is just an acting leader who is usually very busy.

After listening to the plan, Leader Wang nodded with satisfaction: "Comrade Xiao Cheng's suggestion is good. There is no precedent for making it public. Newspapers cannot be used for personal purposes.

But this idea of ​​recording a song is very good, I think it's worth a try, don't hesitate to do it, I'll have someone arrange it later, you guys go back and wait for notification."

"I know the leader."

After getting their answer, the two men turned and left.

After revising the manuscript, he basically had nothing to do, so Cheng Kaiyan asked Editor-in-Chief Yang for a lot of theater performance tickets.

In the next few days, he would go to watch the performances from time to time, or watch Liu Xiaoli and the others train.

Cheng Kaiyan would bring some snacks over, and eventually she became familiar with Liu Xiaoli's friends.

After noon, he took Liu Xiaoli back to the guesthouse to read, and slowly, the two became more and more familiar with each other.

Liu Xiaoli reads very slowly. It took her several days to finish the first volume. She ended up crying her eyes out.

……

On January 29th, the weather was gloomy.

Jiangcheng University, French Department Office.

"Huh... I've finally finished grading the test papers. Now I can finally take a break for a while."

After grading the test papers, An Shaokang stretched lazily.

He was born into a medical family. His father was the vice secretary of Jiangcheng Medical College and his mother was the secretary of Tongji Hospital affiliated to Huazhong University of Science and Technology Tongji Medical College.

When he grew up, he was admitted to the Foreign Languages ​​Department of Jiangcheng University. After graduating from university, he studied for a master's degree. In 1977, he began to work as a lecturer in the French Department. Over the years, he has achieved many results in teaching and academic research, including the Changjiang Literature and Art version of "The Hunchback of Notre Dame", which he translated. In addition, the paper he wrote last year also caused a stir in the academic community.

An Shaokang, 28 years old this year, is a newly promoted associate professor in the French Department. This year, he has also taught several more courses, such as French, French literature appreciation, French writing, etc.

As expected, he has been grading test papers since he came back from studying in the capital, and he continues to do so until now.

"Shao Kahn, how about going to the theater to watch a play today?"

A man in his thirties wearing glasses invited with a smile.

"Sure. I've been tired these days, so going to the theater is a good way to relax."

An Shaokang laughed out loud, and somehow, the image of a young girl suddenly flashed through his mind.

Comrade Liu Xiaoli should not have gone home for the New Year yet? He started going to Jiangcheng Song and Dance Theater to watch performances last year. At that time, the school would give out some tickets for the performances. At first, he always thought it was boring, until one time he was dragged there by a friend. An Shaokang then realized that the reason why it was so good was because there were many actresses with good figures, temperament and appearance in Jiangcheng Song and Dance Theater.

This also led to some young men in Jiangcheng who were knowledgeable, cultured, and free to pursue love, often gathering together to watch performances in the theater.

It’s a pity that the theater only has public performances on weekends or during major festivals.

It was also during last year's National Day that An Shaokang saw the girl in the crowd who looked like an ice fairy. He was immediately attracted to her and fell deeply in love with her at first sight.

After making inquiries from many sources, he found out that the girl's name was Liu Xiaoli, she was from Harbin, and she was only nineteen years old.

So An Shaokang developed a habit. Every weekend, unless he had something else to do, he would go to see the musical theater. He would be very happy if Liu Xiaoli performed, and would feel lost if she didn't perform.

During that period, he sent flowers several times, which were passed on by staff, but the other party just treated him as an ordinary spectator.

After they finished packing, they left the school holding umbrellas.

Jiangcheng University and Jiangcheng Song and Dance Theater are separated by the Yangtze River and are far apart.

By the time he arrived at the theater, his clothes were wet to his shoulders, but An Shao Kahn was still enjoying it.

When we arrived at the theater, as expected, even though it was raining, there were still quite a lot of people in the theater.

Televisions were not popular in those days, and people in Jiangcheng had little entertainment in their daily lives, but dramas, plays, and dance dramas were still very popular.

Of course playing mahjong counts as one of them.

Many people in Jiangcheng, regardless of gender, age or status, play mahjong.

Maybe you don't play when you are young, but when you reach a certain age and sit at the card table, you can't delay.

An Shaokang and his friend found a seat in the first row, holding a flower in his hand, which he intended to give to Liu Xiaoli.

"Shao Kang, you are not young anymore and it's time for you to get married and start a family. Why don't you find one? You have such good personal conditions. You are an associate professor, educated and romantic. I think the female teachers and even female students in the school look at you in a strange way." The friend joked with a smile.

"I don't like them. No matter what, I have to choose the one I like when I get married. Now that we have reform and opening up, the old-fashioned arranged marriage is not suitable for our generation of young people who have received higher education. We advocate free love."

An Shaokang said with a smile, looking intently at the stage.

Liu Xiaoli is on today's performance.

"Look! It's Liu Xiaoli, Hu Yanzhang and the other young dancers!"

The song that started playing was "Praise of Red Plum Blossoms".

红岩 上 红梅开
Thousands of miles of ice under the feet

What is there to fear in the severe cold of March Nine

A heart of red blooms towards the sun, blooms towards the sun!

It was not only the dancers on the stage who moved along with the song, but also An Shaokang in the audience. He clearly saw the girl in the crowd who was like an elf under the moon.

Every step was like stepping on his heart, making him tremble.

Taking advantage of the break, An Shaokang quickly took out a pen and wrote a short poem on paper. Then he came to the backstage passage holding the flowers and was stopped by the staff.

"Hello, I'm looking for Comrade Liu Xiaoli..."

An Shaokang noticed that there seemed to be a young man standing nearby, but it was too dark outside and he couldn't see his face for a moment. However, he didn't care much. He has always been a very confident person. He believed that Comrade Liu Xiaoli would be very happy to see the bouquet of flowers and this poem.

Just like those young female teachers and students in school who often liked to read his poems.

"Why are there so many people looking for Liu Xiaoli?"

The staff member muttered a few words, then went backstage to call for someone.

After a while, a beautiful girl in a dance costume came out with a smile on her face.

"Comrade Liu Xiaoli, these are the flowers and poems I send you..."

An Shaokang was delighted and went forward to meet him, but unexpectedly they passed each other.

He turned around quickly and saw the girl walk up to the young man and stand there prettily, with her hands behind her back, a smile on her face, talking and laughing, as if they were very close.

In an instant, An Shaokang's heart suddenly shrank, as if it was broken.

But he mustered up his confidence, stepped forward and repeated: "Comrade Liu Xiaoli, these are the flowers and poems I sent you. I hope you like them. ..."

"Excuse me, who are you?"

Soon, An Shaokang heard the girl's emotionless and cold voice, speaking in confusion.

Click...

This is really heartbreaking...

Thanks to Bohailang and Hope for a Happy 100 reward
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