1979: My fiancée is a goddess

Chapter 1 Past and Present Life
December 1979, Beijing-Kunming Railway.

There was heavy snow falling from the sky, and the wasteland outside Beijing was covered in white.

A giant black dragon was speeding across the white canvas, its bright black body covered in silver, its mottled front emitting billowing steam that melted the flying snow and slowly rose into the air.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

This is the T62/1 express train departing from Kunming, Yunnan, and arriving at BJ Station.

In the dim corner near the front door of carriage number eight, Cheng Kaiyan, wearing a green military coat, lay on the table and fell asleep, occasionally uttering a few murmurs.

"Catch the spies! Catch the spies!"

"Bang bang bang!!"

"Wake up! You are not allowed to die!"

He had a nightmare. In the dream, a young woman who was also wearing a military uniform and whose face could not be seen clearly looked anxious and kept shaking him with her hands.

Cheng Kaiyan was sleeping very soundly, as if she had fallen into the deep sea and was unable to breathe, and even felt like she would never wake up.

"Little comrade? Little comrade! Wake up!"

The sound in his ears became louder and louder until the train suddenly stopped. Cheng Kaiyan held onto the table leg to steady himself, then he looked up at his side with sleepy eyes:
A pale-faced rural woman wearing a patched, rustic cotton-padded jacket, with a one or two-year-old girl with pigtails sitting on her lap, staring at him with some concern, her head leaning very close to him.

Oh...is that Shang Cui, the rural lady sitting next to you who came to Beijing to find her educated youth husband?

"Ahem... I'm fine. What time is it now?"

Cheng Kaiyan asked while panting. After lunch, he took a nap on the table, which caused his arms to feel numb and tingling.

"I'm glad you're okay. I saw you were shaking just now. Did you have malaria? The radio just announced the time as 4:30, and you've been dozing off for more than four hours."

Shang Cui, the rural sister sitting next to him, saw that his face was pale and beads of sweat were oozing from his forehead, so she handed him a handkerchief.

Shang Cui and he got on the bus together from southern Xinjiang. During the journey of the past few days, Cheng Kaiyan's military uniform helped them avoid a lot of trouble, so they were quite concerned about Cheng Kaiyan.

"Thank you, it's not malaria, just a bad dream."

Cheng Kaiyan shook her head, took the handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat off her face.

This was a white handkerchief embroidered with lotus flowers. When Cheng Kaiyan wiped it, a large area of ​​it became wet.

These days almost everyone has a handkerchief, and it is jokingly called the handkerchief era.

Look up.

Crowds of people wearing patched clothes in black, gray, blue and green huddled in their seats, shivering, and the conductor pushed a shabby dining car through the corridor.

People were crowded in the small carriage, chirping like sparrows complaining, children crying, playing cards...

The smell of feet, bad breath, sweat and sulfur mixed together, and the car windows were closed, making it as stuffy as a large can of herrings. If a Virgo saw this, he would faint.

Yes, he traveled through time, and it has been almost a month.

He was an orphan in his previous life and became a teacher when he grew up. His daily life consisted of attending classes and writing novels after get off work.

Life was very dull and boring.

But unexpectedly, I opened and closed my eyes...

When he opened his eyes again, he was already lying in an intensive care bed in a field hospital.

The pungent smell of 66 disinfectant surged in my nose, the sound of artillery shells and gunfire could be heard in my ears, and in front of me was a blood-stained white cloth.

At that moment, he finally understood that he, a teacher, had been staying at home during the summer vacation, enjoying the air-conditioning and watching videos of young ladies, but he unexpectedly died and traveled through time to the winter of 1979, becoming an art soldier who almost died because of catching a spy?
If God gave him another chance, he would never stay up late at night to watch videos of young ladies...

He brushes again during the day!
By the way, if he deletes the browser history, he can die with peace of mind.

Perhaps due to the influence of quantum mechanics, this young body has the same name as him, Cheng Kaiyan.

The fates of the two people are completely different.

Cheng Kaiyan is twenty years old. He is from Bingcheng and was born in the capital.

My father Cheng Zaifu graduated from Harbin Institute of Technology and was transferred to Peking University's Department of Physics for research. Cheng Zaifu followed more than 7,000 Peking University teachers and students to work at the Liyuzhou Farm in Nanchang, Jiangxi, and later died of illness.

My mother, Xu Yuxiu, came from a scholarly family. She was well-read since childhood and was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. She returned to the city a few years ago and became a teacher in a school.

Cheng Kaiyan was an only child, so she did not go to the countryside to study as an educated youth like other young people.

Instead, he joined the army and was assigned to the most dangerous and difficult southern Xinjiang. But because he could play the piano, he joined the art troupe and became an art soldier.

The art troupe that Cheng Kaiyan belonged to responded to the call and went to the war front to express condolences. He followed the art troupe directly to the Laoshan front to perform and express condolences to the soldiers.

One night, Cheng Kaiyan discovered that someone was stealing secrets and chose to chase him immediately. In the desperate fight between the two, Cheng Kaiyan was shot in the chest and arm, and the spy was also arrested for being shot in the thigh and shoulder.

In this way, Cheng Kaiyan participated in the arrest, won the second-class merit, and retired honorably in November.

He had already accepted everything about his previous life.

……

"Be careful of thieves and pickpockets, keep your belongings safe. Be careful of road bullies, keep your windows closed."

"Do you want some melon seeds, beer, soda, or lunch boxes?"

"Auntie, please pull your feet back..."

The conductor in a dark blue uniform shouted lifelessly, pushing a dining cart through the narrow aisle. The dining cart was old and yellow, and it was unclear whether it was made of aluminum or iron. It was thin and long, square, with four wheels at the bottom and a black handrail at the back.

Gululu~
"Sister, give me a box lunch."

The sound of wheels rolling rang in his ears, and Cheng Kaiyan immediately called the salesperson.

The conductor heard this and saw that it was a handsome young man with red lips and white teeth. He was delighted and said with a smile in Mandarin with a northeastern accent:
"What do you want, little comrade?
There are potato slices, fried eggplant with dried shrimps, pork skin and leeks, fried fish slices, and roast chicken...

Which one do you want? No meat for 20 cents, meat for 25 cents, roast chicken for 3.50 dollars.

At that time, there was a dining car on the train, and the meals were not pre-prepared. All the boxed meals were freshly prepared by the chef on the train.

But it is now 4:30 in the afternoon, and the terminal is less than an hour's drive away. No one would be stupid enough to spend 20 cents on a box lunch at this time, and no one would buy a roast chicken for 3.5 yuan.

"Give me two potato slices!"

Cheng Kaiyan knew what was going on, but he was very hungry. He felt the money in his pocket and counted out a fifty-cent bill.

When he got on the bus in Kunming, he had 20 yuan in his pocket for pocket money, which was a month's salary for an ordinary worker. But as the saying goes, a poor family makes a rich journey.

He also had fifteen hundred dollars in retirement pay, which he asked his female comrade to help sew into the inner pocket of his military coat. He sewed two layers of stuff, inside and outside. This was his belongings and retirement pay for several years.

"Okay! But this portion is quite large, so take it easy with two portions."

When the saleswoman heard that there were two copies, she subconsciously wanted to persuade them, but when she looked at it,
His face was blue with hunger. It was unknown how long this handsome young man hadn't eaten.

After receiving the money, the elder sister quickly took two boxes of food and a pair of chopsticks and told him to eat quickly.

Cheng Kaiyan didn't go to the dining car. He lifted the lid and the aroma of potatoes and meat slices filled his stomach, making him want to cry. He didn't know why, but since his rebirth, his appetite had increased several times, as if he had suddenly started to grow up again.

Train lunch boxes are prepared and sold on the train by chefs from restaurants. At this time, coal is used for cooking, and the food has a nice smell and is very fresh.

He heard that each section of the train serves local specialties, and one train journey allows one to taste the specialties of different places.

For example, you can eat dry-pot rabbit in Sichuan, stinky tofu in Hunan, sauerkraut vermicelli in Northeast China, etc., which provide passengers with rich and delicious meals.

In addition, in this era when tickets are required to buy meals, you don’t need tickets to buy meals on the train. You only need to pay a few dimes and the kitchen will cook for you.

Many people start saving money weeks in advance to buy a hearty box lunch on the train, because the box lunch is large in quantity and contains a lot of meat, which is a luxury for ordinary people.

The fragrant potatoes, the big slices of meat still oozing with fat, and the young man who was eating with great relish, all made everyone in the four seats swallow their saliva secretly, and they even thought to themselves, "What a prodigal son! We're almost home, and you're eating two helpings at once?"

These people eat boxed lunches at noon and go hungry in the afternoon.

Cheng Kaiyan was too lazy to care about these things. She wolfed down her meal while sorting out her confused and messy memories.

He was eating happily when he suddenly choked and his face turned red.

Seeing this, the woman next door, wearing a floral headscarf and holding a child, hurriedly handed over a large enamel bowl covered with yellow rust. Cheng Kaiyan picked it up and gulped down the soup.

"Thank you, sis."

Cheng Kaiyan wiped his mouth roughly and found the water a little sweet. He realized that rock sugar was added to it. It was obviously for the children to fill their stomachs while riding the train.

Although the boxed lunches on the train are large in quantity, two cents is enough to buy more than a pound of rice. Not everyone can afford boxed lunches. This rural lady from a remote area in southern Xinjiang is obviously not someone who can afford boxed lunches.

The woman holding the child suddenly had a rumbling stomach. She immediately lowered her head and dared not look at him. She just blushed and took the enamel bowl, saying, "It's okay."

"Eat it, if you don't mind."

Cheng Kaiyan put away her chopsticks, frowned and said, there was still half a bowl left and she handed it to Shang Cui, who then took a bite or two.

"No, no, thanks to you for taking care of us these past few days. We can't thank you enough. How can we have the nerve to eat your food? I should be the one treating you, comrade."

The woman was a little embarrassed and quickly waved her hands. She was not handing over the water for the meal. She was also educated.

"Ah, Niuniu is so hungry~"

But the one-year-old girl next to her was drooling, staring with her dark eyes, and speaking in broken Mandarin with a southern Xinjiang accent, feeling aggrieved.

"Eat." Cheng Kaiyan advised again, thinking that people always say that the 1980s and 1990s were the best years, with many opportunities and social classes not being solid, which made keyboard warriors feel that if they lived in this era, they would definitely be able to make a name for themselves.

But lack of food and clothing and hunger are fatal problems, and most people are living on the poverty line.

He doesn't think this era is good. At this moment, he just misses the golden age when he could lie at home, enjoy the air conditioning, drink Coke, and watch videos of young ladies.

If the warehouse is solid, you will know etiquette; if you have enough food and clothing, you will know honor and disgrace.

A timeless classic.

"Thank you, Comrade Xiao Cheng. I will definitely return it to you when I find our Lao Song in Beijing. Dongdong, quickly say thank you to your uncle."

Shang Cui gritted her teeth and took it. She didn't dislike it. For one thing, she and her daughter had been hungry for almost a day, and only her daughter drank some sugar water.

Shang Cui herself hadn't eaten, and at this moment she was not much better than Cheng Kaiyan just now.

Secondly, Cheng Kaiyan is a handsome young man.

Shang Cui simply accepted it calmly.

"Uncle crab~" The baby voice is soft and sweet, very cute.

Cheng Kaiyan touched the child's head and thought to herself, "It will be fine when you grow up. People will not starve to death in that era."

This mother and daughter are so pitiful. One of them ran from the rural area in southern Xinjiang to the icy and snowy north with her child to find her husband who had fled back to the city, and he even ran away.

He was not optimistic that this elder sister could find a husband who was an educated youth. After all, she sang the song "Xiao Fang" well...

Haha...they just bully rural people because they can't enter the city easily. They need letters of introduction and money. Once they enter the city, they have to worry about their temporary residence permits being checked.

In less than a few minutes, the mother and daughter finished half of the lunch boxes. Cheng Kaiyan stood up and returned the two lunch boxes to the conductor.

After dinner, he planned to take a walk because it was too noisy here, but Cheng Xin didn't dare to leave his bag there.

I walked to the aisle with my bag in hand. When I got out of the carriage, it was really chilly and the wind was blowing everywhere.

Looking out the window, to the east is a lake that has long been frozen, and to the west is a dense forest.

Looking through the foggy glass window, you can vaguely see a city shrouded in ice and snow dozens of kilometers away. In the world of ice and snow, brilliant ice lanterns are shining, just like a fairyland in mythology.

"Although the weather in the north is a bit bad, the scenery is really beautiful and very beautiful."

Cheng Kaiyan stared out the window with a calm gaze, pressing her left hand against the glass, feeling the slight chill at her fingertips.

The gunshot wound on the chest still ached slightly, as if a vine had taken root in the flesh, blood, and bones and was spreading and growing.

He pressed his palms on his bandaged chest, and waves of stabbing pain came over him, and only then did he feel somewhat grounded.

He suddenly remembered that he seemed to have a childhood marriage.

When he was just born, his father Cheng Zaifu was engaged to an old classmate from Harbin Institute of Technology. The girl’s name seemed to be Liu Xiaoli?

It seems familiar, but I can't remember it.

One year, a letter came from Bingcheng saying that this girl seemed to have been admitted to some opera house to study dance at the age of eleven.

He was very surprised at the time. It was quite rare in that era for an eleven-year-old girl to run far away to go to school!

As a person from later generations, the idea of ​​child marriage was quite novel to him.

But then he thought that there had been no letters from Bingcheng for many years, and they probably had lost contact. This marriage... naturally came to an end.

But this is how it is in this era. Sometimes you never know if this will be the last time you meet.

If you change your address or contact information, it will be difficult for us to meet again.

At this time, the train started again with a clang.

Looking at the scenery receding around the car and the majestic capital city that was about to arrive at the station in front, Cheng Kaiyan put the whole thing about childhood engagement behind his mind and couldn't help but feel a surge of pride in his heart.

"Beijing, 1979, here I come!"

(End of this chapter)