1979: My fiancée is a goddess

Chapter 234: Come again next time, the target of public criticism

The valley behind the mountain.

The clear stream water rushes against the large, smooth pebbles on the riverbed, forming gentle whirlpools where the water hits the rocks.

By the stream.

Liu Xiaoli and Cheng Kaiyan sat next to each other. The girl sat sideways on a small stool, put her legs on his legs, then turned to one side with a blushing face, allowing him to flirt with her.

"Ok?"

Liu Xiaoli's neck was sore from twisting it, and she asked in a low voice.

"Not yet... If your neck is sore, can't you just turn your head around?"

Cheng Kaiyan responded with his head slightly lowered, looking at the pair of legs in his arms that were like jade pillars.

The skin of the legs is dazzlingly white under the sunlight, and my palms gently stroke it.

It feels as smooth as jade and as delicate as silk, making people linger.

The legs are extremely slender, with a straight, slightly curved line between the thighs and calves.

The leg muscles are perfectly distributed on the long legs, so they look neither thick nor thin.

The meat and bones are well-matched.

One more point makes you strong, one less point makes you thin

For girls who practice dancing, this is a very rare leg shape.

It is a pair of legs full of art.

Beautiful and powerful.

It is so beautiful that people stop to admire it, and it is powerful enough to support various complex dance moves.

This is also the reason why top schools such as Beijing Dance Academy have extremely high requirements for the legs of candidates. Even if a candidate is not tall, having a pair of perfect legs is enough to qualify for special admission.

Legs are the life of a dancer.

Liu Xiaoli's legs, which have been practicing dancing since childhood, have long been able to switch back and forth between extreme softness and extreme dance power.

It is soft enough to spread its legs evenly, and strong enough to do high-intensity leg-twisting jumps continuously without interruption.

Her leg muscles were not stiff and rigid like other people's muscles due to years of exercise, but were firm and solid.

On the contrary, it is full, firm, and soft with extreme elasticity.

Cheng Kaiyan pressed lightly with her fingers. There was no stiff resistance from hard muscles. Instead, she could feel the soft and relaxed leg flesh repelling her fingers from the inside out, gradually increasing in size.

Dancers don't need rigid muscles, they want the ability to overcome hardness with softness.

"Perfect."

Cheng Kaiyan exclaimed in admiration.

This made Liu Xiaoli subconsciously turn her head back, and she met her boyfriend's admiring eyes again. The girl's heart started beating again.

"The last five minutes. Aunt Xiu and Aunt Xiao will be back soon... and we'll have to cook."

This time, however, she was calm and relaxed, and spoke quietly.

Within limits, Liu Xiaoli suppressed her shyness and was willing to satisfy her partner.

But blindly indulging oneself is not a good thing.

She is well aware of this.

"Well, I'm going to touch your feet then."

Cheng Kaiyan nodded. The girl's legs and feet, which were wearing stockings, were now exposed. He didn't touch them out of consideration for Liu Xiaoli.

"…Well, there are still four minutes and thirty seconds left."

Liu Xiaoli pursed her lips and nodded hesitantly, looking at the watch hand on her wrist.

Soon she felt a pair of hot, wet hands gently touching the soles of her feet. She couldn't tell whether the wetness was the stream water or the sweat on her hands.

Cheng Kaiyan's four fingers touched the perfectly curved arch of the foot, and her fingertips gently slid across the smooth sole of the foot.

The jade feet wrapped in translucent silk fabric feel like the special touch of stockings, a rustling feeling.

The tingling sensation went straight to the cerebral cortex, causing the girl to tremble.

The thumb is placed on the delicate ankle, caressing and rubbing.

She had the illusion that this guy was measuring his feet with his palm?

This wonderful metaphor left a lasting impression on her.

Four and a half minutes passed in the blink of an eye.

Liu Xiaoli stared at the seconds on the dial, and precisely at the last second, she very restrainedly pushed Cheng Kaiyan's hand away with the sole of her foot.

"Time is up."

The girl pulled her legs back and stepped barefoot on the grass, smoothing her messy hair from her ears and announced softly.

"..."

Are you really keeping to the schedule?

Cheng Kaiyan was too weak to complain, but he was not impatient, so he patiently asked the other person how he felt: "It feels good, what do you think?"

How should I put it? Sometimes when two people are intimate and getting along with each other, it must be based on the premise that both parties are willing and satisfied.

"my words……"

Liu Xiaoli blushed. She didn't expect Cheng Kaiyan to ask her how she felt, but she also felt that she really liked this way of getting along.

So he thought about it carefully and answered seriously: "It's... OK, it's actually similar to a massage."

"What about next time?"

"we'll see."

Liu Xiaoli chuckled and put down her trouser legs.

She was walking barefoot... oh no, in stockings, on the grass, heading towards the tent not far away.

As for the shoes?

She didn't care at the moment, or she didn't need to worry.

"What a waste of natural resources..."

Cheng Kaiyan retracted her gaze, shook her head, and bent down to pick up her shoes.

She walked barefoot and he carried her shoes behind her.

Perhaps Xiaoli wanted to use the prickly feeling of the grass to smooth out the feeling of her palms and fingers just now?

It's a bit of a trick, but it's very cute.

Return to the tent and rest.

The two were very calm in their expressions, movements, and words.

Ning Wanjia and Zhan Xinyu couldn't see anything.

Three tents formed a circle around the open space in the middle.

There was a crude water boiler on the open space, and a bed sheet was spread next to it, serving as a picnic blanket.

Everyone waited for a while, and Xu Yuxiu and Jiang Ting came out of the forest, holding wood tied with ropes in their hands.

The firewood was piled up and lit, and clouds of smoke rose.

In fact, all you really have to cook is white rice. The dishes were prepared in the morning before you set out and were placed in the lunch box for later use.

Wash rice, boil water, steam rice, and heat up dishes.

After everything was done, everyone sat on the sheets and looked at the simple things in front of them, and couldn't help laughing.

"What kind of camping is this?"

Ning Wanjia patted her forehead helplessly. It didn't feel like the camping experience her aunt had described at all.

"Just make do with it. We don't have the conditions in China. Where are the watermelons?"

Jiang Ting shook her head and looked around.

She and Xu Yuxiu walked for a long time looking for wood and were tired and thirsty.

"Here it is."

Ning Wanjia ran to the tent and took out two plates of sliced ​​watermelon.

"Why are there two petals that have been bitten by someone?"

Cheng Kaiyan asked with a frown.

"Eat yours! What are you talking about? These two pieces are yours!"

After hearing this, Ning Wanjia raised her eyebrows and shouted coldly.

"It looks so neat, it must have been dug out with a spoon."

Liu Xiaoli had already put on her shoes and was sitting cross-legged on the bed, thinking.

"Yeah, yeah, that's it. Xinyu just dug it out with a spoon. You don't dislike Xinyu, do you?"

Ning Wanjia looked at Cheng Kaiyan, feeling a little nervous.

Zhan Xinyu on the side looked at her strangely, why should I take the blame?

Just as he was about to complain, Ning Wanjia stopped him with a look.

Forget it...it was Sister Jia Jia's fault for giving her delicious food.

"Then I'll eat it so it doesn't go to waste."

Cheng Kaiyan looked around and saw that no one seemed to be willing to eat the two pieces. He was thirsty at the moment, so he picked up two slices of watermelon and stuffed them into his mouth. "Today's watermelon is pretty good, quite sweet."

Ning Wanjia watched him eat it and lowered her head unconsciously.

She actually felt a little... a little embarrassed?
The girl silently recorded her emotional changes in her mind, feeling embarrassed, annoyed and complicated.

After a simple lunch at noon, the sun was hanging in the middle and the weather was extremely hot.

"Why don't we go play in the water? The pool isn't deep, only one or two meters, and it's so small, it's not dangerous at all."

The little girl Zhan Xinyu raised her hand and suggested, looking excited.

In Beijing, there is no chance to swim! This is a memory that only belongs to country kids.

Everyone was interested, mainly because the weather was very hot.

Hiding in a tent is like hiding in a big steamer. It’s better to hide in a pool under the rock wall.

There is no sun, but it is still cool.

"But... we don't seem to have any change of clothes?"

Liu Xiaoli glanced at Cheng Kaiyan who was eager to try, and was not very supportive.

"In fact, in today's weather, it will be almost dry if you wring it out and put it in the sun for an hour. Besides, there is a sleeping blanket in the camping backpack."

Ning Wanjia looked up at the sun; the air was so hot that it formed faint ripples.

"makes sense."

Zhan Xinyu nodded frequently.

"Then... let's go down and have some fun. If you want to be happy, then you'll have to stay on the shore."

Liu Xiaoli said to Cheng Kaiyan with a smile in her eyes.

"Okay, you guys go down, I'll just lie down in the shade for a while."

Cheng Kaiyan waved his hands casually, he was already satisfied just now.

Besides, the elders were there. If it were just him and Liu Xiaoli, Liu Xiaoli would definitely not have the courage to go into the water.

So the three young girls went back to the tent, took off their unused underwear, and went into the water in their outer clothes.

Mother Xu Yuxiu and Jiang Ting sat by the pond, watching Cheng Kaiyan to prevent him from stealing glances, while chatting.

“What about trust between people?”

"You, a gay man, are talking about trust with a lesbian at this time?"

Xu Yuxiu pointed at him warningly.

Cheng Kaiyan felt very wronged, so she stood up, pulled over the bed sheet, spread it out, and lay down under the shade of the tree, thinking about the plot.

However, the girls playing in the pool did not let him go. Ning Wanjia scooped up some water and threw it at him to vent her embarrassment about having her watermelon eaten.

Liu Xiaoli threw the small fish she caught at the bottom of the pond at him, apparently as revenge for Cheng Kaiyan playing with her beautiful feet.

Zhan Xinyu was venting her dissatisfaction about taking the blame just now and splashed water at him.

In this regard, Cheng Kaiyan had the will but not the ability.

He wanted to go into the water and have a fight, but was sternly stopped by his mother and aunt.

After a while, the two of them were attacked by three people who took advantage of the fact that they couldn't go into the water, and they were suddenly speechless.

So everyone made a noise, and the clear and lively laughter like silver bells echoed in the valley.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Cheng Kaiyan held up his camera and took a group photo of everyone wrapped in blankets with wet hair, but his figure was missing.

After taking pictures, everyone retreated into the tent, waited until their clothes were dry, and then came out to pack their luggage and prepare for the return journey.

We went back to boil water in the afternoon and rushed to take a bath.

Cheng Kaiyan rowed the boat again to pick lotus pods.

The green lotus pods, with rose pink and white petals and yellow-orange silky flower centers, sway gracefully in the wind in the pond.

There are five people, each with a lotus flower, and each with several lotus pods.

Sitting in the main room, eating and enjoying.

There was nothing to say all night, and the next day arrived.

The Ning family's driver finally arrived, and everyone packed up their things and locked the door.

We took another group photo at the gate, a photo of six of us.

"eggplant!"

This time I asked the driver to take pictures and no one was missing.

In the camera, everyone was laughing happily.

Even Jiang Ting, who was usually cold, smiled with eyes curved.

Liu Xiaoli quietly raised a pair of scissors, put it in front of Cheng Kaiyan, and cut.

Everyone took the photo like a family portrait.

"I'm so happy. I had so much fun this time."

"We will come again next time! Everyone must come together!"

"Uh-huh."

……

While they were traveling in the countryside, news about mobilizing the military to collect folk songs and launching a military literary works essay competition had swept the entire Beijing literary world.

Southern Xinjiang, war.

Collecting folk songs and soliciting essays.

Warrior, writer.

Big rewards, life-threatening risks.

This series of words makes many people who claim to be literati and writers feel both excited and afraid.

Look forward to these generous material rewards and high field trip allowances.

What I fear is the risk of life on the front line.

This time, not only military writers will go to collect materials, but even writers from outside will participate.

There is also news that each art and literary unit must send at least one person.

The writers were also shocked.

And this time they are not asked to just wander around the military camp and interview the wounded soldiers.

The person in charge this time, Leader Ning, said that we must go to the front line and experience it firsthand.

Such a big deal?
Many people were gnashing their teeth at the female leader named Ning.

Finally, the leader of the Writers Association told a rumor that the man was from the Ning family and had a powerful background.

This field trip not only received strong support from Liu Baiyu, a leading military writer, but also attracted many young military writers.

There is not a single bit of negative news at all.

In addition, many people noticed that a young man who has recently become famous was prominently listed on the field research list.

Cheng Kaiyan.

A great talent, a pioneer of the educated youth theme, a master of children's literature, a scholar of children's literature theory, and an assistant professor of the Chinese Department of Beijing Normal University...

Many people were subconsciously stunned when they saw this name appear at the first place on the list.

People's Literature Magazine.

Editorial office.

Cui Daoyi took the list and found Wang Meng, who was talking to editor-in-chief Zhang Guangnian in his office, and asked repeatedly, "What's going on? Why is Kaiyan's name on the list, and the first one? I remember that you attended the meeting of the General Political Department that day, right?

Why didn't you stop this? Just because the people above wanted him to be a role model, they sent him to the front line to collect folk songs? How old is he?!"

"Calm down, Cui.

I can't stop this.

At the same time, I immediately discussed it with Kaiyan, and he was willing to go, but he still needed to convince his family. "

Wang Meng gave a helpless smile and explained.

"Is that so? He wants to go? This kid is really..."

Cui Daoyi didn't know whether to say that he was daring, ignorant and fearless, or to praise him for his youthful vigor and passion for going to the battlefield?
"Mr. Ye already knew about this matter and was very angry. However, after calming down, he actually supported Kaiyan." Zhang Guangnian said in a deep voice.

"Mr. Ye said so?"

"But Mr. Ye also helped him gain a lot of benefits. Kaiyan was determined to be the second person in charge of this field trip, second only to Ning Qiuyue of the Ning family. In addition, there are many potential benefits."

Zhang Guangnian knew a lot of inside information and explained.

"I see. What about the others?"

"He hasn't returned yet. I heard that he took his family and the little princess of the Ning family to the countryside to play. He even called a driver to take them there. I heard from Mr. Ye."

Zhang Guangnian said with a strange look on his face.

"Ha ha……"

Cui Daoyi laughed. He really didn't know what to say...

the other side.

The Institute of Literature is located in Chaoyang.

The fifth batch of students of the Institute of Literature and Art had their classes temporarily suspended due to the summer vacation at Beijing Normal University.

But Xu Gang, director of the Institute of Literature and Art, gave them a special treatment, under the pretext of:

Soldiers will not leave the front line even if they are slightly injured, and students will not slack off in their studies during the summer vacation.

As the group of writers with the youngest average age, they naturally attracted the attention of the field research working group.

That day they came to promote the military trip.

After hearing the working group introduce Comrade Cheng Kaiyan, a well-known writer of the younger generation, everyone at the Institute of Literature and Art resolutely chose to participate in military field research and conduct in-depth research on the front line of the war.

Wang Anyi, Jiang Zilong, Ye Xin and others all felt sincere admiration, and they even planned to sign up together.

Even those who were at odds with Cheng Kaiyan were amazed.

After all, he is full of vigor and is not afraid to go to the front line to collect folk songs.

However, while some people admire and marvel at it, naturally there are also people who sneer at it.

Especially those writers who were voluntarily asked to participate in the field trip in their units, after learning of Ning Qiuyue's identity, vented their resentment on Cheng Kaiyan.

For a while, Cheng Kaiyan became the target of public criticism.

(End of this chapter)