1979: My fiancée is a goddess

Chapter 119 Isolation and Contribution

"I don't like the word regret, sorry."

In the distant sky outside the window.

The light-colored, oddly shaped clouds moved slightly under the influence of the wind, allowing a corner of the sun to appear, which made the sky, which had been a little gloomy just now, suddenly become much brighter.

Cheng Kaiyan put down the pen in her hand, sorted out the pile of manuscripts she had already written, turned around, and was about to show them to her when she heard Zhao Ruixue's answer.

He watched the pale golden sunlight falling from the clouds, passing through the printed glass and becoming sparse, and finally sprinkling on Zhao Ruixue's oval face which was rather cold. Her long eyelashes trimmed the sunlight into a golden reflection.

The very straight nose bridge rarely appears on her face. It does not look abrupt, but instead makes her look very heroic.

He adhered to the principle of not looking at it until it was useless, and after looking for a few seconds, he seemed to find something different.

"what happened?"

When Zhao Ruixue saw him like this, she raised her eyebrows and said with a smile.

“No one likes regrets, but regrets are often realized after the fact. Do you want to see it?”

Cheng Kaiyan felt uncomfortable lying sideways, so she simply turned around and spoke to her face to face. The soft whispering felt like two classmates whispering behind the teacher's back during class.

"I don't really like stories of regret, so I won't read it."

Zhao Ruixue struggled in her heart, but suddenly she thought of something and didn't want to watch it anymore.

"OK then."

Cheng Kaiyan nodded with some regret and was about to turn around when Zhao Ruixue called him, "New novel, am I the first one to read it?"

"You just finished writing it. You must be the first one."

"Then read the ending to me. If the ending is good, I will read it. If the ending is not good, I will not read it."

Zhao Ruixue asked capriciously, while the tip of the pen in her hand continued to poke at his clothes.

The blue ink marks look like the shape of a snowflake. Fortunately, this piece of clothing is just a military coat, so I don’t mind if it gets dirty or torn.

She knows her limits.

"You ask for a lot. I'm spoiling you!"

Cheng Kaiyan was speechless for a moment, then stared at the woman's hand that was poking and sucking on her clothes with a pen, "Put your pen back first."

"alright."

Zhao Ruixue put away the pen tip as if nothing had happened, raised her chin and said, "You start."

Cheng Kaiyan pulled out the last piece of manuscript paper. The azure blue ink had not completely dried up yet. When he picked it up, the ink framed in the strokes was still shaking and reflecting light, but there was a faint smell of ink.

He read very quietly: "After I sent the letter carrying that question to Hiroko for the last time, a few uninvited guests came to my door.

They are my junior high school classmates.

"I found something great!"

Haruka stared at me and said as she handed a book to me.

It was Proust's In Search of Lost Time, the book he asked me to return to the library.

The students shouted at me, who was stunned, "Inside, the card inside!"

I followed the instructions and looked at the card inside. It had Fujii Itsuki's signature on it. But the students were still shouting, "Back, back!"

I didn't understand what was going on and turned the card over carelessly.

Suddenly, I was speechless.

That is a portrait of me in middle school.

I suddenly realized that they were secretly watching my expression with great interest.

I pretended to be calm and tried to put the card in my pocket. Unfortunately, the apron I liked didn't have any pockets on it.

Zhao Ruixue followed Cheng Kaiyan's recitation, her moist lips moving up and down slightly. She felt that Cheng Kaiyan's voice at this moment was as light as the wind, caressing her face.

Listen to the end.

"It sounds like a romance novel from a female perspective?"

She looked at Cheng Kaiyan hesitantly. A romance novel?

How come this person is writing a romance novel?

"Yes, you guessed it right. To be precise, this novel tells the story of an "expired love". The carrier of the story is probably letters. Through the letters between two women, they gradually unravel the joy that they could not express in words when they were young."

Cheng Kaiyan explained.

"Expired love?"

Zhao Ruixue nodded, without asking any more questions or saying much, she just waved at Cheng Kaiyan with a hint of impatience in her eyes, "Don't disturb me while I'm studying, turn around!"

what?
Cheng Kaiyan looked at Zhao Ruixue, whose temperament had suddenly changed, and was a little confused. Women are fickle animals!

He turned away, complaining in his heart, then remembered something and turned back and said, "You seem to have become much whiter. Your skin was a little dark years ago."

"What does it have to do with you?!" Zhao Ruixue was very angry.

The communication between the two ended in vain, or to be more precise, it was unilaterally rejected by Zhao Ruixue.

It was time for lunch at 11:40.

The five of them went to the cafeteria to eat. The four girls left Cheng Kaiyan behind, while they walked in front, laughing and playing.

"Fuck! I'm isolated!"

Cheng Kaiyan was walking behind and was shocked to discover such an obvious fact.

……

"How many times have I looked back at the road I have traveled! I sincerely wish you, my kind girl..."

The road from the library to the cafeteria is quite far and you have to pass through a forest in the middle. On the cobblestone path, many people were walking arm in arm, chatting excitedly about the novels they had read recently.

There was music playing on the campus radio, and it was still Xiaofang!
Although Cheng Kaiyan was a little depressed about being isolated, fortunately she finished writing the novel today and earned a few hundred yuan!

cool!

I really don’t know how long I have to wait to save money to buy a house?
He really couldn't stand the environment in the courtyard. Every day and every moment, every household was noisy!

It's all because of unemployed people.

Fortunately, Sister Xiaoli came to cancel the engagement... otherwise I would be an unemployed vagrant.

After walking for a few minutes, I finally arrived at the cafeteria. I lined up and ordered a bowl of braised pork for two cents.

Cheng Kaiyan passed by a few girls carrying a bowl of fragrant braised pork and was immediately happy when she saw the food in their lunch boxes. They were all vegetarian dishes.

He picked up the chopsticks and took a bite, showing off in front of them: "Oh, this braised pork is so delicious!"

"Go aside!"

As expected, she was rejected again. Cheng Kaiyan walked away angrily and found a corner in the cafeteria to eat.

In the afternoon he planned to submit his manuscript to Renwen Publishing House and then go back to sleep.

Halfway through the meal, two boys came over and asked, "Are you Ms. Cheng Kaiyan from the Chinese Department?"

The two boys had excitement in their eyes and a book in their hands.

"Yes, signature, right?"

"Mmmmmmm!!"

After what happened in the morning, Cheng Kaiyan was already a veteran. He immediately reached out to the two men's chests... and found a fountain pen hanging there. He wrote a sentence on one of them: "Study hard and make progress every day!"

"?"

The two looked at the sentence on their respective pages and looked at each other in bewilderment. "Teacher Cheng, why did you write this? Isn't this a hanging on the wall in elementary school classrooms? I thought you were going to write something profound!"

"Why? If you don't study hard at your age, what else do you want to do?"

Cheng Kaiyan warned like a strict teacher.

"Yes, yes, Teacher Cheng is right."

The two looked ashamed and bowed their heads to admit their mistakes.

Cheng Kaiyan looked at it and sighed, thinking that college students these days are still so simple and honest!

"Classmate, is this teaching assistant Cheng Kaiyan from the Chinese Department?" Several more students came over and asked curiously.

"Yes."

Cheng Kaiyan had just finished speaking when she didn’t realize the seriousness of the matter.

Voices were heard one after another in the cafeteria: "Cheng Kaiyan? The great writer from the Chinese Department?!"

"Go and inform Lao Fang and the others that Teacher Cheng has appeared in the cafeteria! Come quickly!"

In a blink of an eye, the entire cafeteria was surrounded by students.

Cheng Kaiyan soon noticed that everything went dark before her eyes and a group of people surrounded her!
Before he was drowned, he couldn't help but think of a man who had the same experience - Ai Qing.

One year this man was reciting at school, and the students were so moved by the poem that they knelt down and kissed his toes.

too exaggerated!

He didn't believe it before, but now he does.
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After lunch, Cheng Kaiyan returned to the office.

Although she didn't have any classes, Cheng Kaiyan didn't plan to skip classes in the afternoon. After all, she was under the supervision of her aunt.

As soon as I entered the door, Jiang Ting, as usual, finished her meal and took a nap on the desk.

The sound of the wooden door hinges may have disturbed her a little. Jiang Ting raised her head, rubbed her eyes, and asked, "Are you back? What did you do this morning?"

"I went to the library to write a manuscript. Do you want to see it?"

Cheng Kaiyan walked to the window with a smile, opened the curtains, and let the sunlight from outside come in.

"A new manuscript. What's the subject? How did you think of showing it to me?"

Jiang Ting became interested and put the glasses on her left hand on her nose.

She remembered that the last time she wrote "Fragrant Grass" was in January, and now it is only March 8th or 9th. Has she finished writing another novel so quickly?
It's only been a few days, right?
Kaiyan is really hardworking~
Jiang Ting blinked her eyes. She liked children who were both talented and hardworking the most.

"Look at what you said. You are my aunt. Who else should I show it to if not you?"

Cheng Kaiyan said with a smile, what a stingy woman, I didn’t show it to her last time, but she still remembers it?
"Humph, show it to me today, show it to her tomorrow. Who knows when the words of your heart will be true?"

Jiang Ting stared into his eyes and spoke calmly.

Although she really wanted to see Cheng Kaiyan open his heart to her, after all, that was his personality. Jiang Ting didn't think it could be done in just a few months.

The relationship between the two seems good, but in fact it is based on status. Apart from the aunt-nephew relationship, how much is left between the two?
Maybe it takes years of hard work, or maybe something happens suddenly and quickly brings them closer?
Anyway, Jiang Ting is not in a hurry now.

"This is a love story. It doesn't have many words, only 110,000. It will only take one or two hours to finish. I will send it to Renwen Press after you finish it. Editor-in-Chief Zhang even made an appointment with me a while ago and said he would send it over once it was finished."

Cheng Kaiyan found a stool and sat down, put his briefcase on the table, took out a stack of manuscripts and placed them in front of his aunt.

love?

Jiang Ting frowned and said apologetically, "Sorry Kaiyan, I don't really like reading romance novels. Why don't you just forget it and not delay your submission."

"You don't want to read it? Why don't you read any of them? I want to share this story with you so that I can collect readers' feelings."

Cheng Kaiyan was a little depressed.

Who can understand the feeling of failing in recommending a book to friends and family? It's obviously a very good thing, a great novel, but no one reads it.

It is understandable that Zhao Ruixue did not watch it. After all, he was her first love when she was young and ignorant, and the plot is very similar to that of her junior high and high school years.

But my aunt doesn’t watch it. Why?
"let it go."

Cheng Kaiyan looked at Jiang Ting, nodded, and took the manuscript in her hand.

He thought it might have something to do with her marriage?

However, Cheng Kaiyan was a sensible person, or in the words of later generations, he had a strong sense of boundaries.

"Thank you."

Jiang Ting gave her a look of gratitude and understanding. As expected, Cheng Kaiyan did not ask the reason, which made her feel relieved.

A face flashed through her mind and she frowned, brushing it off.

love?

It makes people laugh.

……

Cheng Kaiyan did not run to the Renwen Society immediately. It was time to get off work, so she decided to take a nap first.

The office fell silent again, leaving only the sound of their breathing rising and falling between the floor and the ceiling.

"Tick tick tick~"

The clock on the wall sounded like a lullaby in their ears, and they gradually fell asleep. Without being able to see each other, one of them had a peaceful sleeping face, while the other had sweat on his forehead as if he was having a nightmare.

Half past one in the afternoon.

Cheng Kaiyan woke up and saw Jiang Ting sleeping soundly, so she left a note and left quietly.

As soon as you leave the campus, go straight to the Humanities Society.

Cheng Kaiyan was very familiar with the address, it was on Chaoyangnei Street, Dongcheng District.

It only takes less than ten minutes to ride a bike from Xiaowei Hutong.

This street is also home to many units, including Renwen Press, the old Ministry of Foreign Affairs building, Chaonei Vegetable Market, Sanlian Bookstore, Times Garment Factory, Chemical Fiber Research Institute, the Design Institute of the Ministry of Forestry, the Agricultural and Forestry Publishing Houses, and so on.

Lao Chaonei Vegetable Market is a landmark in the hearts of the people during the Buzzing Era, and has the most comprehensive supply of non-staple foods in Beijing.

The old Ministry of Foreign Affairs building is just west of the vegetable market.

Further west, there is a large hall covered with black tiles. Legend has it that when Beijing was about to fall in the late Ming Dynasty, Emperor Chongzhen first fled to Chaoyang Gate for his life, but the gate could not be opened. On his way back to the palace, he passed by this courtyard and wanted the fortune teller inside to predict the word "friend".

The fortune teller said, it’s bad news, the rebels have come to the fore, and the Chinese character for rebel means “friend”.

Chongzhen changed his words and said it was the “existence” of both existence and non-existence.

The fortune teller said that it was even more ominous. The "大" in "有" (You) is missing a stroke, and the "明" in "大明" (Ming) is missing a "日", so the "大明" (Ming) is incomplete.

Chongzhen said it was the "You" in Zi, Wu, Mao and You.

The fortune teller said: It’s over... The emperor is supreme, and the character “尊” (zun) is missing a head and feet, so it’s “酉” (you). If the character “尊” (zun) has its head and feet cut off, can it still be respected?

So Chongzhen ran to Jingshan and hanged himself in despair.

This hall was originally the Taimiao of the Yuan Dynasty, so it was normal that it killed Emperor Ming. However, the Qing Dynasty believed that it was too evil to kill the emperor, so they banned the incense burning there.

Gradually, this temple was regarded as a haunted house. After liberation, a cleaning team was stationed in this compound. People said that it was because the cleaning team could ward off evil spirits from the house.

This is not the only temple on this street that is considered a haunted house. There are also two Catholic compounds built in 81 at No. 1910 Chaoyangnei Street.

This place was abandoned after liberation, and gradually rumors spread that it was haunted, and people often explored it with electric batons.

This is the origin of the ghost movie "No. 81 Beijing".

It can also be regarded as a "landmark" in Beijing!

But for cultural people, the Renwenshe located at No. 166 Chaonei is the cultural landmark in their hearts.

The address No. 166 has a lot of special significance for the literary world because it is the location of the People's Literature Publishing House.

This place has witnessed many important moments in Chinese literature, including the rise of scar literature, the birth of new era literature, and the heyday of avant-garde literature.

It is not only the address of a publishing house, but also a cultural landmark in the history of literature, carrying the memories and emotions of countless writers and literary workers.

"finally reached!"

Cheng Kaiyan stepped on the foot brake and parked the bike in the bicycle shed at the gate of the courtyard. These days every unit has such a shed specifically for storing bicycles.

After locking the car and picking up the bag, I looked up and saw a five-story building in front of me. This was the front building.

The front building is home to the People's Publishing House and the People's Literature Publishing House. The first to fourth floors are divided in the middle, with the People's Publishing House on the east side and the People's Literature Publishing House on the west side. The fifth floor is all owned by the People's Literature Publishing House.

Members of the two publishing houses usually refer to each other as "People" and "Literature".

There is also the back building, the east annex building and the west annex building. The four buildings almost form a square circle, with only a gap at the north end of the west annex building as a passage in and out of the courtyard.

The People's Literature editorial department is here.

"Comrade, I'm looking for Zhang Guangnian, the editor-in-chief of People's Literature!"

(End of this chapter)