1979: My fiancée is a goddess

June 6th, a Saturday, is also the Dragon Boat Festival.

However, it is clear that there was no holiday for the Dragon Boat Festival in 1981.

However, in March, the government introduced a policy allowing employees of factories, schools, and other public institutions to take leave to visit their families.

For example, 30 days per year for visiting one's spouse and children, and 5 days per year for visiting one's parents.

Cheng Kaiyan had heard yesterday that many teachers at the school had taken leave to visit their families during the two-day weekend.

But that's not the key point. The key point is the Dragon Boat Festival, when the whole family gathers together to wrap and eat zongzi (sticky rice dumplings).

In the bathroom, the water was running loudly.

Cheng Kaiyan stood under the clear water from the showerhead, washing off the soap suds from her body.

After drying off the water stains, I put on a sleeveless, loose-fitting t-shirt, slipped on a pair of shorts, grabbed a towel, and haphazardly dried my hair before walking out.

Turning my head, I saw that the coffee table in the middle of the living room had been moved to one side.

A girl dressed in light, revealing clothing sat on a soft carpet, her pair of fair, straight legs spread wide apart, while her upper body pressed down, freely stretching out her beautiful and supple body.

"No wonder she's a future dancer; even simple exercises look so beautiful."

Cheng Kaiyan leaned against the door frame, admiring the girl in front of her who was focused on exercising and making one elegant yet very alluring dance move after another.

Having just finished showering, my mind, now calm, was subtly stirred again.

In fact, for the past month or so, because Liu Xiaoli had to attend classes and the girl was interested in getting facial rejuvenation treatments, they tried to maintain a certain level of restraint to avoid affecting her work and studies the next day.

However, by the weekend, Liu Xiaoli had no more worries, and of course, she also wanted to make it up to Cheng Kaiyan.

Last night, after taking a shower, the couple, who had already enjoyed the experience and were deeply in love, were naturally in high spirits and eager to try it out.

They went back to their bedroom early, just like everyone else, without even watching TV.

They spent the whole night in passionate lovemaking, and after playing around until two or three in the morning, they were both exhausted and didn't even have the energy to get out of bed to take a shower.

Thus, the scene of getting up early to take a shower came about.

But what's with Comrade Xiaoli getting up so early to exercise?
Is it because you're worried about injuring your body and want to exercise more?
Cheng Kaiyan found it somewhat amusing and teased, "Comrade Xiaoli, you've been getting more and more diligent lately."

"Ah."

Perhaps the intimacy of the previous night had cleared the girl's mind of all emotions, for she spoke with an eerily calm and serene demeanor. She simply gave a soft "hmm" and continued her exercise.

Perhaps this is what it means to have a calm and tranquil mind.

Cheng Kaiyan secretly guessed, and at the same time began to examine herself, wondering if she hadn't taken care of Xiaoli's feelings at night.

So he turned around and went back to the bathroom to get a clean white towel. He walked over to Liu Xiaoli, who was already sweating a little, and said, "Let me wipe your sweat."

Liu Xiaoli glanced at the guy who was still full of energy after a whole night of tossing and turning, and couldn't help but bite her lip.

This guy is really something...

A wave of resentment washed over the girl, but she remained still, waiting for his next move.

Then I experienced Cheng Kaiyan's gentle and tender wiping.

"Xiaoli, we're going out to buy some ingredients for making zongzi in a little while. I asked Mom and Auntie yesterday and asked them to come over today."

While wiping his face, he casually mentioned his plans for the day, and also stole a glance at the glimpse of spring light spilling out from under the girl's clothes.

It seems like you've grown a bit?
Cheng Kaiyan's gaze swept over the soft, plump girl trapped under the bodysuit, and she felt a sense of accomplishment.

Liu Xiaoli had no idea what the person next to her was thinking; she simply smiled and looked calmly at Cheng Kaiyan with her almond-shaped eyes.

She felt the soft towel brush against her forehead, neck, collarbone, and the slightly undulating snowdrifts, wiping away the sticky sweat and leaving a cool, clean, and refreshing feeling.

The movements were gentle, yet they made her delicate skin feel a slight itch, and her voice trembled involuntarily: "Hmm, this round is almost finished. I'm going to take a shower, and we'll go together in a bit."

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

Cheng Kaiyan chuckled and nodded, raising her pinky finger to tuck her slightly damp and messy hair behind her ear, her face flushed from exercising: "By the way, what kind of filling do you like for zongzi? Plain water? Sugar?"

"Plain rice dumplings are actually quite good without any added ingredients."

Liu Xiaoli stood up as she answered.

She changed her posture, raising her leg high above her head, then chuckled for some reason and waved to Cheng Kaiyan, "Come and help me out."

Cheng Kaiyan stood up and faced Liu Xiaoli, somewhat confused about what she was going to do.

However, Liu Xiaoli soon showed him with her actions that her straight, slender white legs, which had been raised high, fell down, with the ligaments of her heels pressing on Cheng Kaiyan's shoulders.

"Hush...huh..."

As Cheng Kaiyan looked down at those straight and slender legs, a flame ignited in her heart.

"There's a TV cabinet in front and a sofa in the back. It would be even better if there was another blank wall and a horizontal bar, so I could exercise well at home."

However, Liu Xiaoli had not yet realized the problem and said with some regret.

Fortunately, Cheng Kaiyan had a very stable lower body and remained motionless despite the girl's movements.

She continued to press her legs down, her slender upper body slowly pressing closer to Cheng Kaiyan, until her subtly curved breasts touched Cheng Kaiyan's chest.

Feeling the soreness in her hip ligaments, she nodded in satisfaction, raised her hand to touch Cheng Kaiyan's face, which was so close to hers, and teased with a grin:
"It's a good thing that I have Kaiyan, you're a human wall, tall and stable enough, otherwise I wouldn't be able to do this movement so well, and the stretching effect would be much worse."

"Sister Xiaoli, what you're doing..."

Cheng Kaiyan was both amused and exasperated. He had thought the girl was deliberately seducing him, but it turned out she was just using him as a tool.

However, he was also somewhat pleased. He still liked the pure and innocent Xiaoli, and of course, he also wanted to see the charming and alluring Xiaoli.

This will take some time, but thankfully he is very patient.

But now it's time to teach this pure and reserved girl an unforgettable lesson.

Cheng Kaiyan raised his hand and wrapped it around the girl's slender, firm, yet delicate willow-like waist, pulling her tightly into his arms.

"Hey! What are you doing..."

The sudden action startled the girl, who was still basking in the joy of successfully teasing Comrade Cheng and secretly chuckling to herself. She gasped in surprise and was quickly silenced by a kiss on her soft, jelly-like lips.

After a deep, wet kiss that lasted for almost ten minutes, the girl in his arms was already out of breath and her body was so limp that she felt like she had no bones. If Cheng Kaiyan hadn't been holding her, she probably would have collapsed to the ground.
Only that one fair, raised leg, still proudly resting on Cheng Kaiyan's shoulder, symbolized Liu Xiaoli's indomitable and strong will.

Beside Cheng Kaiyan's face was a delicate, beautiful foot, its instep cool and refreshing, with a faint, elegant fragrance wafting from it.

The five toes, resembling silkworms, were tightly curled up, looking timid and endearing.

The delicate, pale pink skin on the soles of her feet was covered with soft wrinkles, making one want to reach out and tickle the girl's itch.

"You pervert! Let me go!"

After the kiss, Liu Xiaoli, panting heavily and smelling sweet fragrance, finally came to her senses. Her beautiful almond-shaped eyes, brimming with water, glared at Cheng Kaiyan with a mixture of embarrassment and anger. She pounded his chest with her two small fists, feeling extremely ashamed.

At this point, she gradually realized how ambiguous and alluring it was for her to be pressed against Cheng Kaiyan in this position.

It made it seem like I was the one seducing him.

That bastard must be thinking that!

She bit her lip hard, feeling a surge of shame and indignation, thinking about how Cheng Kaiyan might think of her.

The girl's delicate nose tingled with emotion, and her eyes welled up with tears.

I'm about to cry.

"Ahem... It's all because you're too beautiful, Xiaoli. You know that, I just couldn't resist."

At this moment, Cheng Kaiyan coughed lightly and turned the tables on him.

"asshole!"

Upon hearing Cheng Kaiyan's words, Liu Xiaoli immediately lost all her sadness and grievances, and was filled with anger.

It made me so angry that my chest hurt and felt hot and swollen.

She angrily punched Cheng Kaiyan.

But then I thought about it again, and realized that this guy was indeed obsessed with me. I didn't need to seduce him at all; he just came running over to me on his own.

Just like when he ran over to wipe his sweat.

Thinking about it this way, Liu Xiaoli's shame, anger, and sadness faded considerably, replaced by a greater sense of pride and self-satisfaction.

"Hmph! It's a holiday today, I'm not going to stoop to your level!"

As Liu Xiaoli hummed proudly, she reached out and moved her limp and numb right leg off Cheng Kaiyan's shoulder.

Incidentally, she quietly and shyly clenched her thighs together.

Then she turned and walked towards the bathroom, coldly ordering without turning her head, "Cheng Kaiyan! Go to your room and get a change of clothes! I'm going to take a shower!"

"Yes Yes Yes."

Cheng Kaiyan watched the girl's retreating figure with amusement and teased, "Xiaoli, what color are you planning to wear today?" "..."

All that could be heard were quickened footsteps and the loud slam of a door slamming shut.

Liu Xiaoli fled in embarrassment. Although she asked Cheng Kaiyan to help her get her clothes, they hadn't yet reached the point of openly discussing what color underwear to wear.

"hehe."

Cheng Kaiyan walked to the bathroom door with a smile, knocked on the glass door that was covered by a dark shadow, and said persistently, "Then I'll take the blue and white one."

"Um……"

After a long while, I heard the girl's muffled voice and the sound of her small feet stomping in the bathroom while wearing slippers.

A short while later, Cheng Kaiyan brought over a change of clothes: a plain white dress and blue and white underwear. As she walked to the bathroom door, she could already hear the continuous sound of running water coming from inside.

Cheng Kaiyan slowly turned the doorknob and pushed it open a crack. Don't misunderstand, she wasn't going to peek at the girl taking a shower. She reached in and put the clothes in the small pink basin on the sink that the girl used to wash her underwear.

Then, with a loud slam, the door was slammed shut without any attempt to conceal it.

"You rascal!"

As expected, the girl, who was naked and standing under the showerhead lathering herself with soap, jumped in fright and turned to shout at the door where she had already been admiring the view.

"I knew you weren't feeling well, so I brought the clothes in for you. You're welcome."

Cheng Kaiyan leaned against the frosted glass door, knocked on the glass, and said in a lazy tone.

"Thank you so much! I'm being lenient by not even cursing at you!"

Liu Xiaoli took a deep breath and shouted helplessly.

She felt like she was doomed to be with this bastard for the rest of her life; she had really married the wrong person.

There's no going back now, after all, we're engaged and I've given myself to him.

But she could not regret it. This was her destiny. The most correct decision she ever made was not to break off her engagement with Cheng Kaiyan, but to date him for a year instead.

but……

Liu Xiaoli lathered her hands with soap, her eyes glancing at the figure reflected in the frosted glass door. She took a deep breath to suppress her anger and said coldly, "Cheng Kaiyan, are you a dog?! You're following me to the door even when I'm taking a shower? If you've got the guts, come in!"

"It's so funny."

Although Cheng Kaiyan really wanted to go in, she didn't dare. Although the girl was gentle and quiet, she wasn't the weak and frail type.

He chuckled, obediently turned around, and went to sit on the sofa to wait.

A quarter of an hour later.

Wearing slippers and a white dress, looking cool, clean, and pure like a little gardenia, the girl walked out with a cold face and an aggressive demeanor.

Liu Xiaoli raised her water-drenched hand and threw the dry towel she was holding at Cheng Kaiyan, then sat down without a word.

The two were so close that they already shared a deep understanding.

Cheng Kaiyan acted as if nothing had happened, and gently smiled as she picked up a towel to dry her sister Xiaoli's hair.

"Okay, it'll dry in a bit with some air conditioning."

A moment later, Cheng Kaiyan put down the damp, fragrant towel.

"Well, let's go."

After sitting for a while, Liu Xiaoli was touched by Cheng Kaiyan's gentle and considerate actions, and the shame, anger, and helplessness in her heart disappeared.

'It's always like this... there's just no way to deal with him!'

Liu Xiaoli couldn't help but groan inwardly; she even blamed herself for being so useless.

"Let's go, I'll make you some zongzi later, how about salted egg yolk filling and pork floss filling?"

"Hehe, it's not that I don't trust you, but someone's dumpling-making skills are a mess... who knows if these fillings will even work."

"Even if the rice dumplings I make are ugly or bad, they are still a token of my affection... Never mind, if you don't want them, I'll eat them myself."

"Hey... I'll eat, okay? I'll eat!"

Liu Xiaoli covered her face and got up, deciding not to chat with him anymore. She changed into a pair of pearl-white strappy sandals at the door and then pulled him outside.

At 8:30, the two returned with a large bag of bamboo leaves, glutinous rice, red dates, lean pork, and other ingredients.

At nine o'clock, my aunt brought my mother, Xu Yuxiu, over on her bicycle.

A family of four sat at the dining table, trimming the bamboo leaves, wrapping them into triangular shapes, and filling them with glutinous rice and other ingredients.

A radio station was playing songs from a music station nearby.

The sun shines brightly outside the window, while inside the house it is warm and cozy.

Wishing you a happy and healthy holiday.

While the whole of China is joyfully welcoming the Dragon Boat Festival, on the other side of the ocean in the United States...

The latest issue of a top-tier American children's literature research journal in June—

The Journal of Children's Literature has been published.

And through the U.S. Postal Service, they are delivered to subscribed organizations and individuals.

This brand-new journal was received by various universities, research institutes, organizations, bookstores, and experts in the field of children's literature.

Chicago, Illinois, USA.

University of Chicago, professors' apartment.

Professor Bruno Bettelheim, nearing eighty years old, had finished breakfast under his wife's care when he heard the postman's horn outside his window.

"I'm going to get the journal subscriptions sorted out, Honey!"

Professor Bruno informed his wife, who was busy in the kitchen, and then got up and went out.

As soon as the door opened, the postman came over carrying a stack of books, smiling as he said, "Professor Bruno! Good morning! May God bless you. These are the journals and books you subscribed to; please check them."

The postman walked up and weighed the book in his hand.

"You too, young man, could you help me move in?"

Professor Bruno's usually stern and serious face revealed a gentle smile.

"no problem."

After seeing the postman off, Professor Bruno rummaged through the pile of books and finally found the "Journal of Children's Literature".

He is Bruno Bettelheim.

Born in Vienna in 1903, he received his doctorate from the University of Vienna. He emigrated to the United States in 1939 and was a renowned professor of education, psychology, and psychiatry at the University of Chicago.

She is the author of "The Empty Fortress", "The Dreamy Child", "Not Enough Love", and "Conversations with Mothers".

He was the initiator of classic research on childhood autism. Regarding the theoretical issues of childhood autism, he argued that it was caused by the obstruction of early development of autonomy and abnormal interaction with caregivers, and even put forward the famous "refrigerator mom" theory.

He enjoys a high reputation in the psychology and fairy tale research communities throughout the United States and even globally.

Among them, the book "The Charm of Fairy Tales" won the National Book Award and the National Book Critics Circle Award in 1977.

This work reveals the psychological constructive function of fairy tales from a psychoanalytic perspective, establishing his reputation as a master in the field of children's literature theory.

"On Psychological Projection in Children's Literature: A Brief Discussion," by kaiyan·cheng and Ansel Stephens.

"A paper on the psychological analysis of children's literature? It looks like it's a paper by a Chinese author, and it even has a recommendation from Professor Ansel of Penn. That's interesting."

Professor Bruno raised an eyebrow. "Isn't it a coincidence?" he said. "He is a top expert in psychoanalysis."

Just then, his wife brought him a cup of hot coffee. The professor took a sip, turned the paper to the corresponding page, and began to carefully and meticulously peruse it.

"Freud's family romances accuse adults of using children's literature to construct parts of their own missing parts in order to satisfy their own desires..."

Lacan's concept of the "mirror stage" suggests that children's literature is a fictional projection of adults' "ideal childhood," with child characters becoming a mirror image of adult desires and psychology.

Professor Bruno's expression slowly shifted from indifference to slight interest, then to seriousness, culminating in the last sentence:

"Children's literature is fairy tales that adults weave for themselves, and children are forced to become prisoners of these fairy tales."

With a snap, he accidentally knocked over the coffee next to him in his excitement, which startled his wife, who was cleaning, and she came over in a panic.

"what happened?"

The wife asked.

"I saw a groundbreaking paper. Although it was not perfect and lacked a systematic approach, I saw its potential to change or even overturn the status quo of children's literature!"

Professor Bruno's aged face was flushed with excitement, and his tone was equally agitated. (End of Chapter)