1979: My fiancée is a goddess

Chapter 88 is finally published, the last day of the th year of the lunar calendar is the fragrant grass.

The twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, New Year’s Eve.

It was just dawn and the street lights were still on.

Jiangcheng.

Mao Aiqun, a clerk at Xinhua Bookstore, walked briskly downstairs, got on his bicycle, and rushed towards Xinhua Bookstore.

"There is a girl in the village named Xiaofang... She is pretty and kind."

Humming a little tune that has been very popular in Jiangcheng recently, Mao Aiqun finally found out these days that this song was sung by his friend Liu Xiaoli.

It’s a pity that I only found out about this a few days ago, otherwise I would have had to interrogate her thoroughly.

After finishing his work this morning, Mao Aiqun can go home happily to celebrate the New Year, and feel relaxed from then on.

"Dingling bell~"

Smelling the fresh air in the early morning, Mao Aiqun held the faucet, turned a corner and arrived at Jiefang Avenue.

"Huh? So many people?"

Mao Aiqun looked up and was shocked.

I saw rows of people lining up from the bookstore entrance to the intersection.

"Here they come! The clerk is here!"

"Finally here, I've been waiting for over an hour!"

"Open the door quickly!"

Someone in the crowd knew Mao Aiqun and pointed at her and shouted, and then the crowd became agitated.

Mao Aiqun then remembered that today was the day when the New Year special issue of "Fangcao" would be published!
The song "Xiao Fang" that is sung throughout Jiangcheng originated from a novel called "Fang Cao", and today, today.

In order to publish the novel Fang Cao, Fang Cao magazine specially published a New Year special issue for "Fang Cao" on New Year's Eve!

It can be seen how popular "Fragrant Grass" is among the cultural people in Jiangcheng!

Thinking of this, Mao Aiqun had only one thought in his mind: open the door! Sell books!

Because she had a feeling that the books would sell very quickly this morning!

"It's finally open!"

"Everyone keep order! One by one, come and buy the new batch of grass, right?"

Mao Aiqun had just opened the door when he pushed several flatbed carts of brand new Fangcao magazines to the door.

A group of people started buying frantically.

“I want one!”

"I want ten copies!"

Half an hour later, Mao Aiqun was shocked to find that all 20,000 copies of "Fragrant Grass" in the store were sold out!

That’s 20,000 copies! They were sold out in half an hour!

"Sold out! Sold out! Please look somewhere else! We will notify the comrades in the distribution bureau immediately!" Mao Aiqun shouted.

……

"Why are you up so early? What are you doing today?"

"Go to the bookstore and buy the New Year special edition of "Fragrant Grass"! Have you heard that today's issue is "Fragrant Grass" written by the writer Cheng Kaiyan, and it has the same name as their magazine. Don't you think it's weird?"

"Is it so beautiful?"

"Have you heard of Xiaofang? It's very touching. He also wrote "Submarine at Night". He is very talented!"

On Wangfujing Street in Beijing, several young people dressed as students rushed into the Xinhua Bookstore and went straight to Fangcao.

But the clerk told me, "No more, comrade. They've sold out. Thirty thousand copies! They were sold out in half an hour."

"But it's only 7:30 now, how come they're sold out? So quickly?"

"That's right. We didn't expect it. Why don't you go look somewhere else? I remember there's a newsstand over in Dashilan that might have it."

"Well... this Cheng Kaiyan is indeed a man in Beijing. His books are so popular."

"That's right! My mom said that thanks to him, the sales of children's literature have skyrocketed by 200,000 this month! Never mind! Go to the newsstand and take a look. This novel must be great!"

Situations like this happen all over the country.

This situation first occurred in Xinhua Bookstores in big cities such as Shanghai, Tianjin, Chongqing, Guangzhou, etc.

Many bookstore managers were shocked to find that ten, twenty, or thirty thousand yuan was still not enough, so they anxiously made phone calls amid the dissatisfaction and urging of the book-buying crowds.

There are only two words: print and print!

It’s totally sold out!
Many people are interested in fragrant herbs, but few can buy them.

There are also many people who are not interested in Fangcao, but seeing that Fangcao is selling so well and tens of thousands of copies are sold out in seconds, they can't help but become interested and want to see what is so good about this book.

In fact, this book is not good, not just good.

It even makes people prostrate themselves on the ground and cry bitterly.

It can be said that at the same time, same place.

Countless readers who had just bought "Fragrant Grass" found a clean place, sat on the floor, and started reading.

"Whoa whoa whoa~"

On the street, the sound of papers turning could be heard.

Message on the first page:
"In the snowflakes swaying freely in the courtyard and the bluestones on the corners, I saw the early spring in the north; when the ice still covered the North Sea, I saw the plum blossoms in full bloom - Cheng Kaiyan."

"There is only one kind of heroism in the world, and that is to still love life after recognizing the truth of life - Liu Xiaoli."

These two sentences immediately attract the reader's full attention.

The former was written by the Chairman when he was studying at Peking University, and the latter is a famous saying by the famous French writer Romain Rolland.

Some readers holding the book realized keenly that this novel might be a tragedy the moment they saw this sentence.

But it was too late to give up.

"Wow~"

Turn over the title page and come to the real first page.

Volume 1: Summer.

This is the first time many people see this word, they don't take it seriously.

"Why is there no spring? Because there has never been any spring here."

It wasn't until the readers saw the first sentence of the text that their hearts trembled.

"In the beginning of summer in 1973, in Dayu Village, a remote village located beside the Lancang River in Xishuangbanna, southern Xinjiang, the humid and hot weather was like a large steamer, ruthlessly scorching everyone here.

Accompanied by the roar of an engine, a large truck appeared in front of us. It seemed to be escorting cargo, escorting a truck full of confused and overwhelmed young educated youth.

One of the tall, fair-skinned educated youth caught Xiaofang’s attention. Spring is here, this summer…”

……

"This summer? Spring is coming?"

An Shaokang leaned on the bed, frowning and puzzled, not understanding why Cheng Kaiyan wrote like this.

How can spring appear in summer?
He continued to read on. In the warm and brilliant summer, Xiaofang, a beautiful girl from a remote countryside in southern Xinjiang, met Song Jingming, an educated young man from a scholarly family in Beijing. From then on, the gears of fate began to turn.

A love story that is half true and half false, hypocritical and real, begins.

In order to get preferential treatment from Xiaofang's father, who is the village party secretary, Song Jingming deliberately approaches Xiaofang as a close brother:

On July 1973, 7, it had been nearly a week since the educated youth arrived in Dayu Village.

The old branch secretary was worried that they would not be able to adapt to the local climate, so he gave them a week to rest.

It was a very hot day, so hot that the cicadas in the woods and the frogs in the pond stopped chirping.

Song Jingming and a group of tender-skinned educated youth had their eyes bleary from the sun, their steps were trembling, and their hands were rubbed with blisters from hoes and shovels.

He thought of Xiaofang, the daughter of the village party secretary whom he met that day, and an idea came to his mind.

So with Song Jingming's deliberate approach, their relationship developed rapidly. Perhaps it was because he had a change of heart, that night Song rejected Xiaofang's love.

But gradually, Song, who had lost his first love, was moved by the innocent, kind, beautiful and generous Xiaofang...

That night in the sorghum field, Xiaofang's warm and brilliant summer arrived.

With tears in her eyes, she said, "I have no regrets about blooming."

(End of this chapter)