1979: My fiancée is a goddess

Chapter 306: Watching him build a tall building, Tang Minghua is curious
The sixteenth.

After the universities in Beijing received the notice from the Ministry of Culture, the school leaders held a meeting to discuss and study this academic visit.

This time, unlike the visit to Stanford University, where he visited just one school, it was a mobile visit without a fixed school.

This means that everyone has a chance.

However, this opportunity does not fall from the sky, so we naturally have to fight for it.

Because the area of ​​this visit is Chinese and foreign literature: Chinese literature and American literature.

Some universities with strong Chinese departments are naturally overjoyed.

The weaker ones tried to find solutions while the Penn team had not yet arrived.

After the meeting, a notice was posted on the bulletin board to inform all school staff, teachers and students.

For a while, there was constant discussion and heated debate.

"It's the University of Pennsylvania. It seems to be a world-renowned university, right?"

"It's not worse than Stanford anyway. Last time Stanford went to Peking University for an exchange, Peking University strictly controlled the number of people and didn't allow us ordinary students to enter."

"That's right! I also heard that many universities invited them to visit, but they were rejected. Our Beijing Normal University was also turned down. How arrogant."

"I heard that he was not invited to come at first, but the efforts of the students studying abroad at Penn University impressed the professor. I heard that the student who led the invitation is the son of the vice president of our Beijing Normal University!"

"Wow! He's actually the vice-principal's son? How amazing!"

……

In the small garden of Beijing Normal University, the north wind is blowing, making people feel cold.

The flourishing plum trees have produced flower buds as small as soybeans. Although they have not yet bloomed, a hint of cold fragrance can be smelled.

On the campus path shaded by trees.

Several girls wearing cotton-padded jackets and with long braids read the notice on the bulletin board and chatted about the visit with some complaints.

A handsome young man, wearing a black woolen coat and warm snow boots, followed the group.

She has soft, fluffy hair that is shiny black. The ends of her hair reach her eyebrows and sway freely in the wind, giving her a kind of messy beauty.

"The vice president's son invited us to Penn? What a great honor! Could this vice president be that old guy Xiao Jianshan?"

Cheng Kaiyan was carrying a basket of buns bought from the cafeteria, listening to the conversation of several girls, thinking in her heart.

If it was really as he thought, wouldn't Xiao Jianshan be so proud?
"This is not a good thing..."

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but frowned.

Ever since Xiao Jianshan had been trying to make things difficult for himself and his aunt some time ago, the relationship between the two sides has become strained.

My aunt is such a proud person that she never came to school again after the classes were suspended.

I just practice yoga, write papers and read books at home, and my life is much more comfortable than before.

As for Cheng Kaiyan, she went to school as usual.

"Forget it. Whether he is happy or not is none of my business. I just need to attend class."

He shook his head and walked away quickly.

After returning to the classroom, Cheng Kaiyan found a corner by the window, took out a pen and manuscript paper and started writing.

It’s not the unfinished “My Neighbor Totoro”, but the postgraduate entrance examination materials that my aunt has been looking for recently.

After his application for the postgraduate entrance examination was rejected by Xiao Jianshan, Cheng Kaiyan originally planned to give up the examination and focus on the creation of "My Neighbor Totoro".

But his aunt advised him not to give up halfway and asked him to continue reviewing according to his original study plan and not be disturbed by external factors.

Although Cheng Kaiyan was a little puzzled by this, he still did as she said as he always respected his aunt. After all, it was for his own good.

Since her aunt had nothing to do at home due to the suspension of classes, she paid more attention to Cheng Kaiyan and was more attentive to her.

On weekdays, after Cheng Kaiyan returned to the teachers' compound after class, she would urge Cheng Kaiyan to study.

Jiang Ting also explained to Cheng Kaiyan the review of knowledge points, explanation of difficult points, and after-class expansion.

Before he knew it, he had almost finished learning all the materials for the postgraduate entrance examination, and his learning progress was frighteningly fast.

Afterwards, Cheng Kaiyan realized that his aunt had seen all his weaknesses, and what he lacked now was cultural heritage and knowledge.

This is Jiang Ting's intention for letting him continue studying.

Because no matter whether I can take the entrance exam of Beijing Normal University this time or not, these few months of study will not be in vain.

Besides, it is not necessarily impossible to take the exam at the end of December, and Beijing Normal University is not the only one that recruits graduate students.

……

"Stand up! Class is underway!"

The voice of the old squad leader Jiang Zilon rang out in the classroom. Cheng Kaiyan finally drew his attention away from the materials and looked up.

Unexpectedly, Director Fang, who had not been seen for a long time, walked in slowly, holding a folder and a cup of water.

Although the wrinkled face looked somewhat rosy, it still had a hint of sickness, and the eyes were bright.

"It seems that the old man has recovered from his illness? I just don't know if Director Fang knows about my aunt's suspension of classes."

Cheng Kaiyan rested his chin on his hand and thought to himself.

Speaking of which, it was Director Fang who personally invited my aunt to come to Beijing Normal University. From the perspective of institutional thinking, my aunt should belong to Director Fang's camp.

But now being made difficult by Xiao Jianshan is tantamount to a slap in the face for Director Fang.

I don't know... Director Fang, does he have any other ideas?
Cheng Kaiyan planned to ask Director Fang how to solve the problem later.

You can't let your aunt stay at home all day. Although she doesn't care about being suspended from school, Cheng Kaiyan doesn't want her aunt to waste her time on this matter.

Cheng Kaiyan's thoughtful gaze fell on Director Fang, which naturally made Director Fang notice something.

He almost subconsciously turned his head and glanced in the direction of Cheng Kaiyan.

After seeing this young man, Director Fang felt inexplicably complicated emotions.

There is both guilt and shame.

If he had a falling out over this matter, he could have gone directly to the principal or secretary and it should have been handled.

But it just so happened that Xiao Jianshan was leading the visit and exchange between the Chinese Department and the University of Pennsylvania, and his son had also facilitated this, so he could not be touched for the time being.

Director Fang sighed secretly and walked to the podium. "Today we will officially start the paper selection. We are all writers and are best at writing. However, papers are different from novels. They have a fixed format, fixed ideas and a fixed range of paper topics. Today we will only do one thing. Everyone chooses one of the topics I give and starts writing..."

Once he started lecturing, Director Fang put aside all the complicated thoughts in his mind and focused on teaching.

However, when he called on someone to answer the question, he subconsciously ignored Cheng Kaiyan.

Cheng Kaiyan sat quietly at her desk, listening to the lecture and occasionally writing down questions.

Two classes to go to the field.

Cheng Kaiyan took the initiative to find Director Fang.

He asked, "Director Fang, how is your recovery?"

Director Fang heard the bell for the end of get out of class and felt anxious for some reason.

He quickly packed up his things and prepared to leave.

But suddenly he heard a familiar voice. He lowered his head and his heart skipped a beat.

It's time to come.

Director Fang exhaled, looked up, and said calmly, "Comrade Xiao Cheng? Thank you for your concern. I feel much better now."

"That's good. Director Fang should already know about what happened between me and Professor Jiang, right?"

Cheng Kaiyan nodded and got straight to the point.

"I found out yesterday. I'm sorry that you two have been treated so unfairly. I am also responsible for this matter. I have already looked for Xiao Jianshan yesterday morning, but I'm sure you know him well..."

Director Fang slowly began to explain.

"ok, I get it."

When Cheng Kaiyan heard this, he understood what Director Fang meant. He could not make the decision on this matter after all. He waved his hand and said, "Then you go ahead. I have something else to do, so I will leave first."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Director Fang was left staring at his back, opening his mouth as if wanting to say something, but in the end, nothing came out.

……

After school, Cheng Kaiyan rode her bike back to the teachers' compound.

Park the car and go upstairs to enter the house.

The heater was on in the living room and it was as warm as spring.

The icy beauty in black trousers and a black turtleneck sweater sat on the soft carpet.

A pair of plump legs were crossed together, and the naked cold white lotus feet were pressed under the soft leg flesh, somewhat deformed. The ten toes like pearls and jade shells were also curled up like a kitten, which was particularly pitiful.

Hearing the door opening, Jiang Ting didn't even raise her head, "Are you back?"

At this point in time, only Cheng Kaiyan would come back.

Xiaoli won't be back before six o'clock every day.

"Ah."

Cheng Kaiyan changed her shoes and walked over barefoot on the warm floor.

"Sit with Auntie for a while..."

Jiang Ting put down her hands and patted her sides, giving instructions in a calm tone. Cheng Kaiyan sat down beside him, leaning against the sofa behind him, closing her eyes to rest, still thinking about what had just happened.

Feeling the presence and breath of the man beside her, Jiang Ting narrowed her eyes imperceptibly, her willow eyebrows curved like a silver crescent.

During this period, Xiaoli was usually in class, and Cheng Kaiyan was also in class. She was the only one left at home, so it was inevitably a bit lonely.

If it were in the past, she wouldn't have any emotional fluctuations.

But now, unknowingly, she has gone from living alone for more than ten years to being accustomed to living with the two of them.

A thought flashed through my mind.

Jiang Ting's beautiful eyes, like black glass, let out a glimpse of light. She glanced at Cheng Kaiyan and found that he seemed a little tired and closed his eyes to rest.

The cold and beautiful woman frowned slightly and asked calmly, "What's wrong?"

"I met Director Fang today. I was planning to ask him what was going on, but... it didn't help. I don't know when you can go back to class, Auntie."

Cheng Kaiyan rubbed his face, which was frozen by the wind from riding a bike, and whispered.

He was somewhat helpless in this matter.

After all, he is the vice-president...

"It doesn't matter."

Jiang Ting had been with him day and night, and they had already understood each other's minds. She naturally understood that Cheng Kaiyan was sad because of her and blamed himself for not being able to help.

Seeing him unmoved.

Jiang Ting thought for a moment with her eyebrows lowered, then put down the book in her hand, turned around and held Cheng Kaiyan's face with her hands.

The latter was startled by her sudden movement and quickly opened his eyes. A pair of dark and bright eyes stared at him quietly.

Jiang Ting taught him, "It seems that you are still not calm enough. You should know that in life, nine out of ten things will go wrong. In this situation, you only need to watch him build a tall building and watch it collapse... Do you understand?"

Cheng Kaiyan saw the beautiful woman in front of him, bending her thin, straight back, and coming close to him, staring into his eyes with cold eyes, and her dark eyes seemed to suck him in.

However, the serious expression of the beautiful woman, which did not allow any doubt, was just like the mentor who taught Cheng Kaiyan in her mind, and also like the kind mother who guided her step by step.

Cheng Kaiyan felt something strange in his heart, but he did not answer and changed the subject, "Speaking of tall buildings, it seems that Xiao Jianshan really built one.

When I went to school today, I suddenly found out that the University of Pennsylvania in the United States would visit China in a while.

It is said that it was Xiao Jianshan's son who facilitated this matter. He is also in charge of this visit. No wonder Director Fang can't do anything to him. "

"Just wait and see what happens. Be calm in everything."

Jiang Ting turned back, turned a page of the book unmoved, and said calmly.

Cheng Kaiyan: “…”

Have a calm mind?
Who was it that looked so coldly upon Xiao Jianshan that day?
Forget it, this woman is also for him...

……

……

The 16th, 7pm.

Beijing International Airport.

In the pitch-black sky thousands of miles high.

The wings of an American Airlines Boeing plane flashed three-color navigation lights, and the tail left two ribbon-like contrails in the air, quietly sliding below the clouds to the brightly lit airport.

In the middle of the cabin, the sweet voice of the flight attendant in both Chinese and English came from the loudspeaker.

"Dear passengers, the plane is about to arrive at Beijing International Airport. The outdoor temperature is as low as minus four degrees Celsius. The temperature difference is too large. Please take measures to keep warm..."

Sitting in the four rows of seats near the window were several blond-haired and blue-eyed foreigners.

"It looks pretty good, not as bad as I imagined."

George held his girlfriend's hand and looked out of the plane window, at the brightly lit capital city ten thousand meters below.

"After all, it's the capital, so it can't be that bad. There's a city called Shanghai here, which was once the largest financial city in the Far East and was very prosperous."

Although Professor Ansel had never been here, he read a lot of information before leaving and knew a lot of history.

"That's right, teacher. To be honest, I'm a little looking forward to it."

George looked at the city getting closer and closer, and his anticipation grew stronger, just like an unknown adventure.

"Haha, I am also looking forward to it, not only for the academic exchange, but also for this unknown journey."

Professor Ansel laughed, not trying to hide his emotions.

He was even a little excited and thrilled.

"Do you think we can meet the genius named Cheng here?"

George suddenly asked.

"I don't know. It's highly likely that we won't meet him. After all, this land is too vast. It's very difficult to find a person."

Professor Ansell shook his head.

"Teacher, I will help you find him."

George answered seriously, he knew the teacher came here for a reason.

So does he.

Who can resist the curiosity and not explore the footprints of this genius?

Anyway, he couldn't help it after reading "The Alchemist".

He was sure that Cheng was a talented writer and The Shepherd Boy was a best-seller.

“What kind of person would he be?
A haggard and gloomy middle-aged man leaning on the railing and smoking?
Or an old man with a white beard?

Or is he a young boy of seventeen or eighteen?
It’s really curious…”

……

International Airport, in front of the terminal building.

In the open space in front of me, there was a group of people standing, wearing black uniforms and red star hats.

Tang Minghua was wearing a black wool coat and standing in the howling north wind. Her long hair at the temples was blown wildly as she looked at the plane parked on the runway in the distance.

"Director, according to the tower, an American Airlines Boeing plane is about to land at the airport. According to the information provided by the Penn team, it is them."

A female clerk trotted over and shouted in an excited voice.

They have been waiting here for nearly three hours. It's so cold and windy, no one can stand it.

"Ah."

Tang Minghua nodded slightly and waved to everyone, "Get ready, we'll pick you up right away."

Ten minutes later, a Boeing plane landed steadily on the runway.

A group of ten people wearing the Penn badge walked down from the plane.

Tang Minghua and her people came over with a smile, and in fluent English, she extended her hand and said hello: "Professor Ansel, I am Tang Minghua, on behalf of the Ministry of Culture, I warmly welcome you!"

"Hello!"

Professor Ansel shook hands lightly in a gentlemanly manner. He glanced over and saw George and others also chatting enthusiastically with these government workers.

The tension in my heart finally eased a little.

"Professor Ansel, we have prepared accommodation and a sumptuous dinner for you at the Beijing Hotel. Can you please?"

"Thank you, beautiful lady."

The group walked out of the airport in a harmonious atmosphere and, led by a special car from the Ministry of Culture, headed towards the Beijing Hotel, a hotel of the highest standards specially designed to entertain foreign guests.

In a car behind, George looked at Ms. Tang Minghua, the leader of the Ministry of Culture, who was resting with her eyes closed, and suddenly asked, "Leader Tang, can I ask you a question?"

"What's the problem? Mr. George, please speak frankly."

Tang Minghua responded to the blond, blue-eyed, handsome middle-aged man with a smile.

“Do you know a Chinese writer named Cheng?”

"Procedure?"

When Tang Minghua heard this, she looked hesitant.

For some reason, when she heard this surname, she suddenly thought of Cheng Kaiyan.

"Yes, I have read the works of this Chinese writer in the United States, and I like his works very much. He is a genius, and this is one of the reasons why my teacher Professor Ansel came to China. If you know, please let me know. Thank you, beautiful lady."

Fortunately, George's words quickly made Tang Minghua give up this idea.

The reason is simple. Cheng Kaiyan's works are unlikely to appear abroad, let alone be seen by scholars at the University of Pennsylvania.

"I'm sorry, I'm not very knowledgeable, but if I have any news, I'll let you know."

Tang Minghua responded with an elegant smile, but she was still a little surprised in her heart.

So the English Department team at the University of Pennsylvania was formed partly for the sake of this writer named Cheng?

Who is he?

Is the last name Cheng, Chen, or just a pen name?

The writer who is so highly praised by scholars from prestigious foreign universities must be no ordinary writer!

Thinking of this, Tang Minghua couldn't help but become curious.

(End of this chapter)