1979: My fiancée is a goddess

Chapter 92 Only God Knows

She went up to the fourth floor and found the door. She knocked gently on it and a woman came out. She was very beautiful, with a cool and intellectual temperament. She looked like she had read a lot of books. She was just like the ladies of big families in the books and was not easy to talk to.

Shang Cui didn't say much, but just handed over the lunch box, "Professor Jiang, right? Here's your lunch."

"Come with me, I'll get you the money."

Jiang Ting took a look at her and found that she was a young woman, so she waved and motioned her to come in.

Shang Cui followed Jiang Ting and looked around the room silently.

The clean and smooth wooden floor reflected the light. The sofa, radio, glass table, and the books all over the room made her envious. She even saw a book on the desk.

It looks very familiar, it’s the book “Fragrant Grass”.

She asked curiously, "Is Professor Jiang's book good? I saw many people buying it in the bookstore."

Hearing this, Jiang Ting looked at the woman dressed as a village woman in surprise, frowned slightly, and commented seriously: "It is well written, especially the first volume. The ending is inferior, and it feels like a forced echo."

Jiang Ting also queued for a long time today before he was able to buy Fangcao. After buying it, he discovered that this book was actually written by his cheap nephew Cheng Kaiyan.

The book was very popular after it was published. Jiang Ting was well aware that this was largely due to the song "Xiao Fang" sung by her niece. It was said that tens of thousands of copies in the bookstore were sold out in one go.

"really?"

Shang Cui was very happy. She had not read the whole book, and only vaguely heard Cheng Kaiyan mention it. But you have to know that the things in the first volume were her most brilliant youth, and many things in it really happened.

Of course, that song wasn’t it.

Jiang Ting heard that she seemed a little unconvinced, so she continued to explain: “Although it seems to write about a lot of suffering, it is something completely different from scar literature.

The story begins with 1973-year-old Xiaofang in and ends with -year-old Xiaocao in the s. It compresses several decades of time into just over words and pages, showing people a real world. The deepest background is naturally his tragic thoughts, but that is not all. In fact, Xiaocao also had a good life for several years. "

"oh oh."

Shang Cui nodded thoughtfully, and then said seriously: "I don't disbelieve it. I know this book is very good."

Jiang Ting didn't care and turned into the bedroom to get the money for her.

The living room suddenly became empty, and Shang Cui always felt that there seemed to be no one popular in this big house.

"It's better to have a work unit if you live alone in such a big house."

Shang Cui smoothed her hair uncomfortably and looked down curiously at the fragrant grass on the desk beside her.

At this time, Professor Jiang had just turned to the last few pages of the book. The fonts were neatly arranged on the light yellow pages. Shang Cui frowned and took a closer look. She was fascinated by it.

Xiaocao stood in front of the door and opened it. Three or five people wearing blue uniforms and police hats appeared in front of her, both men and women, with upright and righteous looks on their faces.

They said, "Comrade, is Wang Xiaochun here?"

She was about to answer when one of the young, plump, white women's small, pea-sized eyes sparkled, like a fat mouse seeing food.

She didn't know how to describe this feeling. In short, it made her feel uncomfortable both mentally and physically.

But it reminded her of what her mother said before she died.

"He's in there! Catch him! This thief, catch him and interrogate him severely!"

The grass seemed to hear a gunshot, maybe, maybe not.

Maybe it’s not what we hear now, but we should have heard it as early as ten years ago when the crackdown was launched.

……

Looking at the scene in front of him, Xiaocao could do nothing.

It can be said that people seemed to be handling this case without me being involved at all. My fate was decided by them without asking for my opinion at all.

……

Seeing this, Shang Cui couldn't help swallowing her saliva. She was struck by a huge sense of absurdity.

At this time, Jiang Ting came out with banknotes in her hand. Seeing Shang Cui's expression, she knew that he must have seen the final ending.

He handed over the coin and asked, "How is it?"

"They just want to survive, why arrest him?" "I don't know, but what I want to tell you is that the law sentences him to death, but morality proves your innocence."

"Why did Xiaocao commit suicide?"

“Once a person becomes aware of the absurd, he is forever bound to it. A person who has lost hope and realizes that he has lost hope no longer belongs to the future.

Getting used to a desperate situation is worse than the desperate situation itself, and this is the real misfortune. "

Jiang Ting said calmly that this was a comment she had just written.

I plan to submit it to Yenching Daily after the new year.

"You are amazing, Professor Jiang. I won't bother you any more. Goodbye."

Shang Cui nodded and praised with a smile.

Although the novel was based on her, she did not think this was the ending for her and her daughter.

Haha... why say so much to her?

Jiang Ting laughed and waved, "Goodbye, and I wish you a happy new year."

"thank you, happy New Year."

After leaving the door of this thoughtful professor, Shang Cui walked quickly towards home. Yes, today is New Year!

The new year is coming.

More than ten minutes later, Shang Cui returned to the compound and saw several snotty-nosed children surrounding a young man and asking for candy.

The man was carrying a little girl on his back. It was Comrade Xiao Cheng and his own daughter Weiwei, who were smiling brightly.

Shang Cui stood there with a smile on her face. She looked to the left and suddenly saw the poplar tree in the yard that had been withered for most of the winter. It had sprouted a few tender buds and northern swallows were chirping on the tree.

A breeze blew in the distance, ruffling the leaves and making a rustling sound.

“So spring is here?”

She was stunned for a moment, then immediately strode forward and walked towards the sunlight.

With sleeves fluttering and hair flying, she never looked back.

……

In the room.

Cheng Kaiyan was brought into the house by Sister Shang Cui and poured a cup of hot tea.

Well, it’s not even a high-foam tea. It’s actually just the leaves of some kind of tree, and it tastes a bit green and astringent.

"Sister, how have you been these days? Are you okay?"

Cheng Kaiyan placed the snack box, some dried fruits, and a bag of fruit candies on the table.

"I'm living quite well. My eldest sister now earns 15 yuan a month. Although she is very popular in Beijing, she is still very warm-hearted and kind. Today, the boss's wife gave me a red envelope of a few cents..."

Shang Cui smiled and started chatting with Cheng Kaiyan for a long time.

Cheng Kaiyan breathed a sigh of relief. "In fact, don't expect to have a good life at the beginning. The most important thing is to get on the right track first, get better little by little, keep up with the times, and spring will come."

“Isn’t spring already here?”

"Is this spring you're talking about real or fake?"

Shang Cui fell into deep thought. She didn’t know: “It doesn’t matter whether the cat is black or white, as long as it catches mice, it is a good cat. It can live a good life.”

"So the people's vision is limited. Whether or not we can live a good life depends on the progress of productivity, not the progress of production relations. What should we do? Only God knows."

Cheng Kaiyan didn’t know whether it was true or false, good or bad, but she was prepared to become rich.

Believe in the wisdom of future generations!
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