1979: My fiancée is a goddess

"Tick-tock-"

"Tick-tock-"

On November 1st, the capital city had already entered the desolate late autumn.

At seven o'clock in the morning, the sky was unusually dark, and a light rain began to fall outside the window.

The windows inside were not closed, and a thick, misty fog seemed to be spreading into the room.

Tiny water droplets hung on the screen windows and stained glass, slowly dripping onto the windowsill and soaking the painted wooden frame into a dull color.

Cheng Kaiyan lay quietly on the bed, the cold, damp chill blowing in from the window, which suddenly woke him up.

"hiss……"

He subconsciously tightened the blanket around his neck and the girl in his arms.

Looking up, the world outside the window was already shrouded in rain.

I could only vaguely see the orange lights of the building across the street and the trees downstairs, their leaves tinged with the chill of autumn after being soaked by the rain.

Cheng Kaiyan propped herself up on her arms and got up slightly from the bed.

Looking away, I noticed the girl in my arms had her arm exposed outside the blanket.

Her arms were long and slender, with full, rounded muscles, and even in the dim light from the window, they still shone with a delicate, pure white luster.

Cheng Kaiyan reached out and touched it, feeling a cool, smooth touch on her fingertips, just like jade porcelain.

"I remember last year this girl caught a slight chill and immediately got a cold. Now she really isn't afraid of the cold anymore..."

He sighed, but quickly tucked it back into the blankets to warm it up, lest it really get cold.

I threw back the covers and quietly got out of bed.

The damp, cold air in the room naturally followed, causing Cheng Kaiyan and the girl in the quilt to both grimace from the cold.

Fortunately, Comrade Xiaoli was sleeping soundly and didn't wake up.

She only vaguely sensed that the warm embrace behind her had disappeared, so she frowned and her hand under the covers subconsciously searched for something, but to no avail. She could only hug the soft, warm blanket tightly and continue to sleep.

"This guy……"

Cheng Kaiyan noticed the girl's unconscious little actions and felt nothing but tenderness.

Today is Sunday, November 1st.

The two of them don't need to go to school or work.

In addition, the young couple tossed and turned until very late last night before finally going to sleep.

Cheng Kaiyan didn't wake her up. Instead, she quickly tucked the blanket under her body and pressed it down, then leaned down and gave her a light kiss on the forehead.

Rubbing her cold arms, Cheng Kaiyan picked up the clothes and pants from the chair and put them on. She then took out a dark gray coat from the closet and put it on, finally feeling much warmer.

He walked to the window, closed it, and the sound of wind and rain disappeared, and the room suddenly became quiet.

After finishing everything, he left the bedroom.

In the bathroom.

Cheng Kaiyan soaked her hands in hot water, staring at the steaming basin, lost in thought.

Not long ago, Shouhuo sent him a letter saying that his manuscript had been approved and that he had received a royalty of over a thousand yuan.

This amount of money was insignificant to him at the moment. He casually took a hundred yuan for pocket money and gave the rest to Xiaoli.

She's now in charge of the family finances; all their salaries, subsidies, and royalties from domestic and international publications are kept with her.

Cheng Kaiyan usually carries a few dozen yuan for pocket money, which Xiaoli replenishes for him every now and then, but he doesn't actually use much of it.

"Today is November 1st, the day Harvest magazine releases its new issue. Atonement should be published there too. I'll go out and buy a book and some breakfast later, but..."

As she pondered, Cheng Kaiyan suddenly remembered something.

It was related to the book "Atonement". In March of this year, he went with his teacher to visit the seriously ill Mr. Mao and brought the unfinished "Atonement" with him.

After reading it, Mr. Mao was both happy and regretful, regretting that he could not see the complete work.

"I'll buy another book at the bookstore later, and also some tribute wine for Elder Mao."

Cheng Kaiyan sighed, made up her mind, and quickly washed her face before applying moisturizing cream.

In the late autumn of the north, the weather is dry and cold, and if you're not careful, your skin will become dry and flaky. This is something you can't avoid.

Since she planned to take a long trip to pay respects to Elder Mao, Cheng Kaiyan gave up the idea of ​​going out to buy breakfast and decided to cook at home and eat before going out.

He went to the kitchen to rinse the rice and cook some thin porridge. He also chopped some sweet potatoes and put them in, and stir-fried two side dishes.

Breakfast was ready in half an hour.

A moment later, Liu Xiaoli changed into a warm set of pajamas, yawned, and came out of the room, smiling as she asked, "So diligent today, Kaiyan?"

"Go brush your teeth and wash your face, the food is ready."

Cheng Kaiyan greeted her. "Mm."

"I have something to do in a bit, I should be back around 10 o'clock."

"What is it?"

"It's like this..." Cheng Kaiyan briefly explained the situation.

"Go ahead, after all, it's something the old man cared about, and it can be considered as fulfilling Old Master Mao's last wish."

"Yes, that's what I think too."

"But I remember we clearly agreed that I would be your first reader. You finished writing your atonement and didn't even remind me. Now, the first reader is someone else!"

Liu Xiaoli said with some dissatisfaction.

"Okay, it's my fault. I'll read it to you when I get back, okay?"

Cheng Kaiyan said helplessly.

"That's pretty much it."

Liu Xiaoli smiled.

Ten minutes later, the young couple finished their breakfast. Liu Xiaoli cleared away the dishes, while Cheng Kaiyan took an umbrella and went out.

……

"Pfft..."

Large raindrops fell onto the dark umbrella surface, breaking into countless tiny droplets.

Cheng Kaiyan walked with an umbrella on the wet, puddled street. It was a rainy weekend, but there were still quite a few pedestrians on the street.

Especially in front of the Xinhua Bookstore across the street, there were many young people wearing military overcoats and Zhongshan suits, holding umbrellas, queuing at the door.

The first of every month is usually the busiest time for bookstores, but luckily it's still early now, so it's not too crowded.

Cheng Kaiyan walked over and joined the back of the crowd.

A comrade who had bought books came out, holding a copy of "People's Literature" and a copy of "Harvest." Someone immediately asked him, "Hey! Comrade! Which famous authors' works are in this issue of 'People's Literature'?"

"It seems like there aren't many famous writers in this issue. The first place goes to Comrade Zhang Bin's 'Willow Leaf Peach,' and Comrade Ye Yonglie's 'Corrosion'..."

The first woman to come out with a book answered.

"Huh? No famous artists?"

The people in line were somewhat disappointed and quickly asked, "What did you get?"

"There's... Comrade Cheng Kaiyan! And Feng Jicai, Yu Tianbai..."

The woman flipped through the catalog and immediately saw a familiar name; her voice rose considerably.

"Wow! There's a piece by Teacher Cheng Kaiyan! It's been so long since I've seen Teacher Cheng's work. I'm going to buy it!"

"Yes, it's been almost half a year! Comrade, what's the name of Teacher Cheng's work?"

"Call for atonement!"

"Atonement?"

Upon hearing this, a group of young people began to discuss it with great interest.

Cheng Kaiyan listened with great interest to the discussion among these young people of his age.

Twenty minutes flew by, and he finally got into the bookstore.

I bought two books: one from People's Literature Publishing House and one from Children's Literature Publishing House.

He then turned around cleanly and decisively, carrying the books and offerings for worship, and boarded a bus at the bus stop heading to Babaoshan.

……

Babaoshan Cemetery.

Cheng Kaiyan held up an umbrella and squatted in front of a simple stone tablet.

Looking at the serious face in the gray-white photograph on the stone tablet, he lit candles and incense, letting the yellow paper in the brazier burn brightly.

He then took out a copy of "Harvest," turned to the page on "Atonement," and placed it in the brazier.

"I've finished writing the book for the old man, and it's being published today. I brought it over especially for you to see, and I hope it won't disappoint you."

As Cheng Kaiyan poured the wine in her hand in front of the tombstone, she patiently waited for the paper to burn completely.

"I'm leaving now, I'll come to see you again next time."

Cheng Kaiyan apologized, then slowly turned and left, holding up her umbrella.

"Chichi-"

Raindrops occasionally dripped into the still-warm brazier behind them, making soft sounds, seemingly a response from some being. (End of Chapter)