1979: My fiancée is a goddess

Chapter 347: Seeing the Blue Dream through the Blue Mosquito Net

Ten o'clock in the morning.

Cheng Kaiyan and Liu Xiaoli pulled Jiang Wan out of the store.

After chasing for a few meters, the young men stopped.

Therefore, the scene is not exaggerated.

On the street corner near the bookstore.

Cheng Kaiyan leaned against the concrete wall, looking calm, as if nothing had happened.

Liu Xiaoli, who was wearing a white coat, had a pink face due to the surge of blood.

She is a dancer, and even after a hurried run, she only took small breaths.

But Aunt Wan was in a bit of a mess.

She had been lacking exercise for many years, and was pulled by the arms by Cheng Kaiyan and Liu Xiaoli, two strong and fast runners, so she staggered for several hundred meters.

At this moment, he was so tired that he was out of breath, and his arms were so weak that he had to support his knees.

Fortunately, as a leading cadre, he has good psychological quality.

After she caught her breath, she calmed down from the surprise of witnessing Cheng Kaiyan's fame with her own eyes and the "lively" scene of being chased by readers.

Liu Xiaoli also noticed her mother's condition and quickly walked over to her. She patted her mother on the back and said thankfully, "Mom, luckily we escaped in time, otherwise we would have been in trouble if we were blocked. Last time when Youth was published, Kaiyan and I went out to buy books in a bookstore and were discovered by people. They surrounded us."

"In fact, it's not as exaggerated as you think. These comrades are still quite rational. I just looked back and saw seven or eight people chasing after us."

Cheng Kaiyan shook her head and explained.

Although it seems exaggerated, it is very common in this era of literature fever for literary youths to chase after their favorite writers.

Wasn’t that guy surrounded by enthusiastic students while giving a speech at school and even lost one of his shoes while running away?

This is just like how fans in later generations face celebrities. At this time, writers are no different from celebrities.

"Only seven or eight people?"

Liu Xiaoli asked back with some surprise, "Is the number so small?"

"Seven or eight people is quite normal. The influence of an individual is limited."

Jiang Wan looked up at the two of them and analyzed calmly as always: "There are many people who come to the bookstore to buy books, but most of them just follow the trend and join in the fun because they know that a famous writer will appear. In Harbin, there are actually not many people who can be considered Cheng Kaiyan's fans."

"Indeed it is."

Cheng Kaiyan nodded in agreement. He thought Aunt Wan’s analysis was very true.

My influence here is limited. If I were in BJ just now, I would probably be blocked and wouldn't be able to get out for a long time.

A rational analysis of his readers as a whole will reveal that he is now relatively well-known among the readership group mainly represented by young people, teenagers and children.

But compared with those writers who truly have a broad social influence, there is still a big gap.

“We need to work harder…”

Cheng Kaiyan whispered to himself.

Although he doesn't care about these false reputations, it is always good to have a direction to work towards in life.

In fact, books and writers complement each other and both need time to prove their worth, just like fine wine.

The longer the time, the more you can taste the true flavor of tea.

A great writer is not created overnight, and a literary giant is not made in a day or a night.

A long way to go.

"He is indeed a character..."

Jiang Wan's ears moved slightly, and she naturally caught what Cheng Kaiyan said, which surprised her.

She was more satisfied with Cheng Kaiyan's rational views and calm attitude.

She paused and said softly, “Okay, you don’t have to be so modest.

A situation like the one just now is enough to demonstrate your fame in the field of literature, Cheng Kaiyan, and I agree with this.

You are already very famous, and there are fans of your books here, and the number is not small across the country."

"Thank you very much for the compliment, Aunt Wan."

Cheng Kaiyan smiled happily, thinking that Aunt Wan was also good at praising people!
Liu Xiaoli was also very happy because she saw that her mother's attitude towards Cheng Kaiyan had softened.

Jiang Wan naturally saw the expressions of the two and shook her head gently.

"Don't be too proud... I still need to see how your children's literature works are doing."

Then she wanted to pick up the magazine in her hand to remind the two of them, especially Cheng Kaiyan.

But when she raised her hand, she found it was empty.

"Where's the magazine?"

Jiang Wan opened her eyes wide and asked in a high voice.

Cheng Kaiyan and Liu Xiaoli said in unison, "Could it have fallen in the store?"

But soon, the three of them suddenly seemed to realize something at the same time and exclaimed:

"Where's Xiaoling?"

Suddenly, a faint voice was heard from the entrance of the alley behind the three people.

"So you three... still remember me?"

……

Half an hour later, the four of them returned to their home in Daowai with the magazines, changed their shoes and clothes, and curled up on the sofa, feeling relaxed.

It's still early.

After learning that My Neighbor Totoro only had a few tens of thousands of words, everyone decided to finish reading it before cooking.

Liu Xiaoli poured the tea and placed the snacks on the coffee table.

The four of them prepared to read.

"Xiao Li and Cheng Kai Yan will read one, and Xiao Ling and I will read one."

Jiang Wan curled up on the sofa, hugging a pillow and dividing the two books in her hands.

"It will be all right."

Cheng Kaiyan nodded. Regardless of the fact that he was the author, he knew the plot.

Besides, his memory had memorized every word.

He took the magazine handed to him by Aunt Wan, pulled a blanket over himself, squinted his eyes and felt the warmth on his body, "Finally I'm warm."

"It's warm, right? It's really cold here in the winter, but it's really cool in the summer."

Liu Xiaoli leaned against him and looked at the cotton slippers on his feet.

These are the cotton slippers that Liu Xiaoli bought at the store when she was shopping just now. Now Comrade Xiao Cheng can be much warmer when he is just wandering around at home.

"Come here, it's been a while since we've leaned against each other and read a book like this."

Cheng Kaiyan raised her hand and reached towards her partner's lower back. The sudden movement made Liu Xiaoli glance to her side nervously.

Mother is still here.

Fortunately, my mother and sister were immersed in the book and had no time to pay attention to anything else.

Jiang Wan really didn't have time to pay attention to Liu Xiaoli.

After reading the first paragraph.

A natural and refreshing scent of grass overwhelmed her like a tide, carrying her across barriers and bringing her into this hot summer day as if she were there.

Let her immerse herself in this fairy tale with a strong sense of fantasy and magnificence.

Of course, Cheng Kaiyan's naming of the character made her smile knowingly.

The mother Lily in the article is a gentle and beautiful dancer, and the father is a writer who treats people with peace of mind.

Isn’t this Xiaoli and him?
Are there two more daughters, named Xiaofeng and Xiaofei?

Seeing the two lovely daughters who appeared later, Jiang Wan looked at Cheng Kaiyan with some complexity.

She thought that this alone was not enough to explain his feelings for Xiaoli, but there was no doubt that he did have a very romantic and poetic imagination of their future life.

Even Jiang Wan couldn't help but feel a little bit of anticipation when she saw the life he described.

……

"father!"

At eight o'clock in the morning, after breakfast.

I sat at the table next to the living room door and buried my head in writing. Recently I have been working on a fairy tale which involves the detailed process of plant growth. I have always been a rigorous person, so I have consulted a lot of information for this purpose and now I can finally start writing.

At this time, from the bedroom on the first floor of the old house, came the excited and surprised voices of Xiaofeng and Xiaofei.

He clearly waited for me for a long time in the rain at the station last night before we came back together.

I thought the two little guys would be angry and ignore me, but they are in such high spirits today.

But when they were happy, I felt happy too.

"Boom!"

In the distance, there came the sound of bare feet trotting on wooden boards, and from time to time there were the occasional, teeth-grinding creaking sounds of wooden boards.

"I'm really worried that they'll step through the wooden planks..."

I lowered my head, took a sip of the already warm tea, and sighed.

"would not!"

Soon I heard my daughters’ slightly annoyed voices, and they quickly explained: “It’s just a joke.” “Forget it, I forgive Dad.”

Xiaofeng and Xiaofei whispered to each other for a few words, waved their hands casually, and looked very generous.

"Dad, can you help me see what these are?"

"Of course."

I nodded, waiting for what my daughter was going to show me.

I saw Xiaofei stretch out her hands from behind her back, put them in front of me and slowly open them.

This is a small package wrapped in a small lotus leaf. The surface of the green lotus leaf has a faint lotus fragrance. A bow is tied with a thin vine outside the lotus leaf, and there is a thin handle on the top for people to carry.

The packaging is quite delicate. Such a little thing is packed so exquisitely. It seems that my wife is the only one in the family who can do this.

I thought about this and asked, "Who sent this?"

"Someone... gave it to us last night."

Xiaofei thought about it and decided that it probably wasn't a human.

I opened the bow, and the lotus leaves automatically opened to the sides, revealing green things.

"This is the seed of the oak tree."

I recognized it at first glance. This was the seed of the plant I was going to write about.

"A seed? Can it take root, sprout, and grow into a big tree?"

Xiaofeng asked anxiously.

"it should be OK……"

"Then let's plant it?! Maybe when it takes root and sprouts, Mom's illness will be cured!"

Xiaofeng and Xiaofei held my arms and rocked me, their cute little faces full of pleading and longing.

"Mom's illness will be cured soon, don't worry."

I quickly comforted him, saying that people always say that children's world is innocent and carefree, but how is that possible?

So I took my daughters and dug out a small piece of grassland, plowed it, planted fruits at intervals, and then fertilized and watered it.

After planting the fruits, the daughters became happy again and played one after another on the grass in the yard.

As I wrote, I looked up to see how they were doing.

I have to say that Xiaofeng is Xiaofei's follower, following her wherever she goes.

During this time, Xiaofeng ran over and put a wreath she had made herself on my head. Although it was simple and a bit ugly, I liked it very much.

Xiaofei is a grown-up girl now, so she has to be a little shy. She has a woven bracelet, very delicate, just like the one her mother wove.

……

A few more days passed and life remained the same.

I sent them to school as usual, wrote and cooked at home after returning, and then picked them up at a certain time to go home for dinner.

Fertilize and water the seeds from time to time, and record the condition of the seeds.

In fact, it’s not just my daughter who hopes that her mother’s illness will be cured when the tree seeds grow up. I have also had that hope.

After dinner that night.

Because the weather was hot, we opened the doors and windows for ventilation, slept on the floor, and put up blue mosquito nets to keep out mosquitoes, snakes, and ants.

"Ok?"

The two cute little people behind me, holding the pillows tightly in their hands and walking barefoot on the floor, asked curiously.

Maybe sleeping on the floor is also a new thing for them.

"Alright! In order to verify the strength of the mosquito net, who wants to go up and give it a try?!"

I smiled and looked at the two of them.

"do not want!"

“You’ll fall!”

Xiaofeng and Xiaofei looked at each other and shook their heads like rattles.

"What about my little cock?"

"Uh-huh!"

"Whoever the little rooster points to is the one!"

I directly ordered the little girl.

Xiaofeng immediately showed a look of fear on her face. Before she could scream, I picked up the little guy and put him on top of the mosquito net.

"Ah!"

The little guy closed his eyes and let out a cute scream belatedly.

"Hee hee hee!"

But when she opened her eyes, she found that everything was fine and there was a quilt on the floor. She opened her mouth and laughed happily again.

After some fun, we lay on the floor, looked at the moon and stars, and told them stories.

Two pairs of little feet swayed up and down happily.

The wind started to blow as the night deepened.

So I was in the middle, and my two daughters hugged my arms on both sides, curled up and fell asleep quietly.

late at night.

After an unknown amount of time, a blue halo lit up the flowerbed outside the window.

A peaceful and tranquil blue light shone through the ventilated windows and through the blue mosquito net onto the three people.

Almost at the same time.

The two girls, one big and one small, rubbed their eyes and sat up.

"Gugugugugugugu..."

From outside the house came the sound of distant and vicissitudes of life ballads.

The two men opened their eyes, quickly put their hands on the ground, and stretched their necks to look outside.

Suddenly, a flashing blue light outside the house caught their eyes, and there was a huge furry figure holding an umbrella.

"Mr. Totoro?!"

Xiaofei was startled and quickly looked at her sister.

"Let's go check it out. Mr. Totoro is a good man."

Xiao Feng said seriously with a small face.

The two sisters moved lightly so as not to disturb their father's sleep, and went out barefoot.

Outside the flower bed where the oak trees were planted, Mr. Totoro, a medium-sized white chinchilla, and a translucent little chinchilla were found holding umbrellas of different sizes and circling around the flower bed, chanting ballads.

"They seem to be holding some kind of ceremony?"

Xiao Fei guessed.

"We're going too!"

Xiaofeng took her sister's arm and trotted over.

Following behind the three chinchillas, he imitated them closely.

With their joining, the ceremony seemed to go much faster. The tree seeds in the flower beds glowed green and quickly broke through the soil, sprouted new buds, and grew trunks.

And grow rapidly, becoming taller and thicker.

It soared into the sky at an incredibly fast speed.

"Woo..."

The big Totoro howled towards the sky, and suddenly a hurricane blew up, lifting everyone up.

Flying towards the apex of the sky in a spiral arc.

Xiaofeng and Xiaofei opened their eyes wide, the ground seemed to be moving away while the sky was getting closer.

After a moment, everyone landed on the top of the tree.

The tree species also grew into towering trees, and their huge canopies covered the entire earth.

The sky, the moon and the white clouds are so close that you can touch them with just your hand.

After an unknown amount of time, Xiaofeng and Xiaofei woke up from their dream.

The two recalled the wonderful experience of last night and hurried out the door.

But I found that the trees in the flower bed had indeed sprouted new buds!
……

Seeing this, Jiang Wan closed her eyes and savored the memory silently.

This work broke her perception of children's literature and also broke her perception of Cheng Kaiyan. He was indeed worthy of the title of a talented man. At this moment, Jiang Wan recognized his talent.

In addition, such fantastic, magnificent, peaceful and harmonious stories are so real that they seem to have happened. The calmly flowing emotions in them are sincere and natural, making people yearn for such a life.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Wan opened her eyes and said to herself, "Through the blue mosquito net, I saw a blue dream."

This was also a review article published in the Literary Gazette the next day, by Ms. Xie Bingxin, editor of Children's Literature, titled "Through the Blue Mosquito Net, I Saw a Blue Dream - Thoughts on Reading My Neighbor Totoro."

It quickly attracted the attention of many literature lovers, children's literature enthusiasts, writers, etc.

(End of this chapter)