1979: My fiancée is a goddess

Chapter 118 Don’t Meet Someone Too Amazing When You’re Young
The fifth floor of the library is where ancient books and some important materials are stored. It does not involve novels, social sciences, etc., so there are not many readers on the fifth floor.

Quietness is the advantage here.

Bookshelves two or three meters high can be seen everywhere, and sitting behind a bookshelf even gives you a sense of security surrounded by books.

It’s just that the air here has a smell of rotting trees. The smell is very faint, but it’s like there are faint odor particles suspended in the air that don’t dissipate for a long time.

Cheng Kaiyan sat by the window, feeling much better with the fresh air. A few hours passed in the morning, and he had written more than a dozen pages. He then used an ink bottle to weigh down the manuscript so that it would not be blown away by the wind.

After finishing the penultimate chapter of the "Love Letter", he finally stopped writing, drank a sip of water, and moved his sore wrists and his neck and eyes which were a little uncomfortable from lowering his head.

While gazing into the distance and relaxing his eyes, Cheng Kaiyan found that the seats around him were already full without him noticing. 'Why are there suddenly a few more girls sitting here?'

Perhaps it was Cheng Kaiyan's gaze that caught their attention. A girl with long hair shyly glanced over here, then quickly looked away and turned around to whisper something in the ear of a few female classmates.

Then she stood up and leaned over here. The long-haired girl handed over a small note that read, "Are you Ms. Cheng Kaiyan from the Chinese Department?"

Cheng Kaiyan nodded under the girl's expectant gaze.

What's going on? Is this directed at me?
"Great! I knew that the writer who could write a book like "Submarine at Night" must be a romantic and talented man!"

The girl was delighted and spoke in a low voice.

As soon as these words came out, several girls around her hurried over and started talking to each other. The library, which had been quiet just a moment ago, suddenly became a bit noisy.

"Don't talk loudly in the library, okay?"

Cheng Kaiyan frowned and reminded.

"Yeah, yeah, got it, Teacher Cheng."

A few girls nodded obediently like chicks pecking at rice, and their voices became very low.

"Teacher Xiao Cheng, please sign an autograph for us. I really like the novel you wrote."

"Yes, yes, okay? We still want to sit in on your class."

The top female students from Beijing Normal University spoke in delicate tones and stared at him with reverence and admiration in their eyes, as charming as spring water.

Who can bear this!
Why does it feel like I'm back to the time when I was surrounded by girls?

……

At the same time, under the leadership of Ji Qinglan, the insider.

Several young, beautiful and energetic girls rushed straight from the dormitory building to the library and went all the way to the fifth floor.

The four of them looked from afar and saw a young man sitting in the first row of seats near the washroom, surrounded by three or four girls holding books.

Since they were in the library, the girls only spoke in low voices.

It seemed that they wanted Cheng Kaiyan to sign an autograph for them. One of the girls with long hair had such a proud chest that she almost touched him, and the admiration and worship in her eyes was beyond words.

When Zhao Ruixue saw this scene, her heart beat faster almost instantly.

"Shall we go over? This childhood friend of mine has betrayed our revolutionary friendship by hugging women on both sides. What a vivid picture! It's really enviable!"

Zhao Ruixue pointed in the direction of Cheng Kaiyan and said with a smile, walking towards her as she spoke.

This made the three people behind him stunned. How could they laugh?

Ruixue, is she really jealous?

The three of them were good friends in the same dormitory, so they naturally knew the feelings in her heart, but it was quite interesting to see Ruixue like this for the first time.

So the three of them quickly followed and said, "Let's go and take a look."

When they came up to him, Cheng Kaiyan noticed them and waved her hand quickly, "Here, why are you here? Don't you have classes today?"

"I don't have any classes. We just heard that a great writer came to the fifth floor of the library, so we came to see him. I didn't expect it to be you."

Yang Mengshan walked over with her arms folded across her chest and pushed aside several girls who were surrounding Cheng Kaiyan.

"I just didn't expect my childhood friend to be so pushy here."

Ji Qinglan said with a smile, glancing at the girls just now.

These girls realized something, snorted in dissatisfaction, and turned to say goodbye to Cheng Kaiyan: "Goodbye, Teacher Cheng, thank you for your autograph, we will leave first, see you in the elective class next week." "Okay."

After saying this, they packed up their things and left.

"Finally they left. I can finally have some peace and quiet."

"is it?"

Zhao Ruixue's eyes flickered and she said nothing, but she did not ask any further questions. Instead, she started looking for a seat with the others in the dormitory.

She found a seat in the row behind Cheng Kaiyan and suggested, "Shall we sit in the back?"

The other three also followed suit.

Although there are no classes in session, as college students of the new era, it is essential for these gifted students to prepare for class before class.

Soon the four of them were immersed in the textbooks, and Cheng Kaiyan was writing the last chapter of "Love Letter".

I don’t know how much time had passed, but Zhao Ruixue heard the chirping of birds outside the window and turned to look. She saw two sparrows sitting on the windowsill, tilting their heads and combing each other’s feathers. Their movements were intimate and adorable.

She raised her white palm to support her chin and stared at it for a long time, as if this could help her forget her troubles.

It was not until her elbows felt sore that she finally realized and shook her hands.

The girl was distracted by the profile of the person in front of her who was writing with his head down.

In her memory, the experience of sitting in the seats in front or behind the desk to learn to write can be traced back to when she was 16 or 17 years old and in high school.

At that time, there was only one class in the high school, with forty or fifty people crammed into a small classroom. It was closed and crowded. In the summer, the smell of sweat and feet made people's eyes sore.

It is so cold in winter that people shiver.

But the days spent with the person in front of me are like a shining postcard, sparkling in my memory.

I remember that Cheng Kaiyan and I not only sat at the desks in front and behind each other, but also sat at the same desk. However, the relationship never lasted long, sometimes a month at most, sometimes a few weeks at least.

At that time, Cheng Kaiyan loved reading and often skipped classes to go to the library to read, and he would drag her along.

Zhao Ruixue didn't dare to do it at first, because the teacher at that time was very strict, especially to Zhao Ruixue, a girl with excellent grades.

Later, she tried it secretly once and was not discovered, so she got to sit with the skinny and frail boy as she wished.

The two of them held books in their hands, enjoying the breeze, taking a nap, their arms numb and sore from the pillows, even the tabletop was soaked with sweat, and then they smiled at each other awkwardly...

Another time, she was leaning against the window holding a book, the white gauze curtains and golden sunlight were swaying in the wind, but his shadow was all she could see in her peripheral vision.

She now recalls those days with a smile.

"If I had gone when he enlisted in the army... would the outcome have been different?"

Zhao Ruixue stared at the figure in front of her in a daze, feeling familiar yet unfamiliar.

In fact, she often thought of him when she went to work in the countryside, and wondered whether he was doing well in the army. It must be very hard for him with such a frail body, right?

Zhao Ruixue's days in the countryside were hard and tiring. She had to work under the scorching sun every day. Her hands were covered with blisters and her whole body ached from exhaustion. But there was only one thing that worried her.

When will he send me a letter?

This thought even persisted four years later when Zhao Ruixue heard that Cheng Kaiyan had returned from military service. The first thing she said to her mother, Aunt Zhao, was: "How is it possible? He never sent me a letter!"

All sorts of thoughts surged in the girl's heart and turned into letters, written, sealed, and pressed in her heart. She suddenly thought of a sentence, "Don't meet someone too amazing when you are young, otherwise you will not be able to spend the rest of your life in peace."

Why did you come back? To come back and disturb the peace of my life?
Zhao Ruixue also felt resentful. She poked the guy in front of her with the tip of her ink-filled fountain pen, just like she did when she was fifteen or sixteen, leaving a stain of ink on her clothes. She said rudely, "Hey! What are you writing?"

"A somewhat regretful story? Do you want to read it? I've already written it."

The boy's voice rang in my ears.

"Pity?"

This word made Zhao Ruixue's heart tremble violently.

(End of this chapter)