1979: My fiancée is a goddess

Chapter 13: The kid from the Cheng family is the boss!
"Is Comrade Cheng Kaiyan here? There is a letter for you."

This sentence quickly attracted the attention of everyone in the yard.

"I am, Comrade Postman, I am Cheng Kaiyan."

When Cheng Kaiyan saw a man wearing a postal hat and pushing a bicycle walking into the yard, she knew that there was news about the manuscript sent to children's literature.

However, he still felt a little emotional that the review was completed in just one day.

It seems that editors nowadays are still more motivated. As far as he knows, the number of contributors has doubled in the past two years. Many people contribute to decent publications, and there are a lot of manuscripts.

In his previous life, he had submitted manuscripts to several famous literary magazines, but all of them fell into oblivion.

Later he found out that they only accepted manuscripts from well-known writers, and would not even look at manuscripts sent via email. All manuscripts were recommended by familiar writers.

"Sign your letter."

The postman looked at him with a puzzled look in his eyes, as if surprised at his youth. Then he found a letter from a pile of letters in the bag on his back and handed it to him.

"Thank you."

Cheng Kaiyan took it and saw that it was a yellow-brown envelope with the words "Children's Literature Editorial Department" written on it. She felt a little excited and subconsciously weighed it in her hand. The envelope was very thin, so it should not be a rejection, as a rejection would include the original manuscript.

Zhao Ruixue, who was not far away, stopped and looked back at Cheng Kaiyan. Thinking of the manuscript she saw that night, a thought popped up in her mind, "Could it be..."

Aunt Zhao, who was pulling her daughter's arm, saw her daughter looking back at Cheng Kaiyan again, and she felt angry and annoyed. What's so good about this little bastard? Is he worth a college student's constant thinking about him?

Xu Yuxiu followed curiously. Who wrote a letter to this boy? Could it be a female comrade from southern Xinjiang?
The postman waited for Cheng Kaiyan to sign for it before asking curiously, "Comrade Cheng Kaiyan, did you submit your manuscript for children's literature?"

When these words were spoken, everyone was stunned and couldn't help but look at Cheng Kaiyan with surprise.

This guy also submitted articles to magazines?
Aunt Zhao looked like she had heard a joke. Everyone in the compound knew that he was a migrant worker who had just returned from southern Xinjiang. He had only been back for a few days and had been doing nothing at home all day, either lying in the sun or listening to the radio. How could he submit an article for writing?
What kind of article did you write and submit it? You don’t have the ability to do it!
"He really submitted it. Will it be approved?"

Zhao Ruixue bit her lip lightly and looked at Cheng Kaiyan with some anticipation.

Even in a prestigious university like Beijing Normal University, few students have the confidence to submit their articles to magazines, and most of them are circulated among their classmates.

The postman asked a little embarrassedly: "Comrade Cheng Kaiyan, can I ask if you passed? I am also a literature lover. I have read all the popular novels in recent years, such as Class Teacher, Scars, and The Story of the Magic Gourd..."

After hearing this, Cheng Kaiyan gave up the idea of ​​taking it back and unpacking it.

But he was also looking forward to it. It was just like opening a parcel, and he couldn't wait to open it at the delivery station.

She opened the letter from Children's Literature. There was a stack of banknotes and a letter lying quietly inside. Cheng Kaiyan read through it carefully.

"Comrade Cheng Kaiyan, I am honored to see you write this. I am honored that you have chosen Children's Literature. After joint review by the editorial department, we have unanimously decided to publish your article "Submarine at Night" in the next issue..."

Seeing this, Cheng Kaiyan breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile on his face, "Passed."

His debut work was successfully approved, which gave him a good start in his career of plagiarism and proved that his ideas and words were fine in this era and in line with the public's aesthetic taste.

Passed!!

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the courtyard stared at the letter in Cheng Kaiyan's hand. Some were shocked, some were incredulous, some were happy, and some were envious.

Aunt Zhao, who was originally thinking about watching the show, was about to open her mouth to say a few words, but now she opened her mouth wide and could not speak. She stared at Cheng Kaiyan with disbelief in her eyes, and her expression was very interesting.

Zhao Ruixue was also shocked. She looked at her mother silently, her mind a little dazed. She felt happy, but also melancholy and complicated because of what had just happened.

Zhan Xinyu and her mother Wang Qiang were both happy for Cheng Kaiyan. The little girl came over and wanted to see what was written.

Wang Qiang congratulated with a smile: "Congratulations, Kaiyan, Yuxiu, you are so lucky, Kaiyan has become a great writer."

When Xu Yuxiu heard this, her eyes couldn't help but turn red.

Ever since my son came back, he has been gossiped about by the neighbors, calling him a lazy bum and an unemployed vagrant. Today, he was even scolded by a family surnamed Zhao.

Who could have known what kind of pressure I, as a mother, have been under these days.

But she soon became happy. Xu Yuxiu put her arm around Cheng Kaiyan's shoulders and said, "Kaiyan is amazing. You are worthy of being my son!"

After saying this, he looked around proudly, his focus still on Aunt Zhao and her daughter, and Wang Cuihua's family with their doors and windows closed.

"Comrade Cheng Kaiyan, congratulations! I won't stay long, as I have other letters to deliver. However, I have always loved literature and have written some manuscripts, but I dare not submit them. Comrade Cheng Kaiyan, can I learn from you in the future?" the young postman asked excitedly.

"Learn from each other, learn from each other." Cheng Kaiyan said modestly.

"That's great, congratulations."

The postman congratulated Cheng Kaiyan again, then apologized and said he was leaving.

He is responsible for this large area and the task is heavy, so he cannot stay for long. Otherwise, he would like to stay here and ask Cheng Kaiyan for advice.

After the postman left, people in the yard gathered around him.

……

"Brother Yan, let me see..."

The little girl looked at it eagerly, wanting to see something new.

Cheng Kaiyan didn't care and gave her the letter.

"Kaiyan, did you really submit your work, and was it accepted?"

Aunt Zhao still couldn't believe it and asked immediately.

"Yes, Kaiyan, did you really pass? This is great news! Xinyu girl, come and show me!"

The broken window of the east wing popped open and a head popped out.

Wang Cuihua's round face startled the little girl Zhan Xinyu who was reading a letter. She jumped aside in a hurry. The little girl complained in shock: "I was scared to death, Grandma Wang! Why did you suddenly appear?"

"Luck luck."

Cheng Kaiyan narrowed her eyes and stared at Aunt Wang. If nothing unexpected happened, this gossip was spread by this gossipy woman, right?
I thought people these days were so simple and honest?
What nonsense, the most unbearable thing to look directly at is the human heart.

If you live well, they will be jealous of you. If you live poorly, they will step on you. Only when you are much better than them, so much so that they cannot reach you, will they respect and admire you...

"What luck!"

When Zhao Ruixue heard this, she complained in her heart that this person was too modest.

Children's literature is a serious literary magazine. Even though it is for children, it is nationally famous and sells hundreds of thousands of copies a month.

Even Mr. Ye Shengtao and Ms. Bing Xin have published articles on it.

What's more, the concept of children's literature is to stick to the position of pure literature, and its value is no less than that of "Contemporary" and "Beijing Literature and Art". "That's really amazing, Kaiyan, when you have time, teach our Nanhua how to write. Auntie really didn't make a mistake about you. You are a rare talent, worthy of being from a family of scholars. Once you write, you are so profound and impressive!"

Wang Cuihua clinged to the window sill with her two paws, and stuck her big fat head out like a giant turtle. She spoke without blushing or beating her heart, and then she glanced at Aunt Zhao.

Although she said a lot of bad things behind his back, she really admired Cheng Kaiyan at this time. You know, writing articles is not something that ordinary people can do. In the past, he was a gentleman-level figure. Although he had never been to school, he still understood this.

The one with the ugliest expression was Aunt Zhao, who had just scolded in front of Xu Yuxiu and Cheng Kaiyan without caring about anything. Now she had to believe it even if she didn't want to, as the ironclad facts were before her.

She did this because she didn't take Cheng Kaiyan seriously and felt from the bottom of her heart that he was not as good as Zhao Ruixue, so she scolded him without caring about anything. She never thought that he could write articles.

Suddenly I felt a burning sensation on my face. I stood there, not knowing whether to go back or not.

She cursed Wang Cuihua in her heart. You are the one who gossiped. How dare you ask others to teach your son Wang Nanhua? You don't have the ability to do that, understand?
But she immediately comforted herself, saying that it was all that bastard Wang Cuihua who was spreading rumors. If it weren't for her, she and Xu Yuxiu wouldn't have almost fallen out.

But I haven't completely broken off relations with Cheng Kaiyan's family. I just asked him to keep the review materials and study hard.

After figuring this out, Aunt Zhao asked with a concerned smile, "Kaiyan, how much do you get for writing articles on it?"

how much is it?
Everyone was curious when they heard this, but Cheng Kaiyan shook her head and smiled without saying anything.

At this time, Aunt Wang Qiang and mother Xu Yuxiu also responded and said, "Everyone, please go away. Since it is a misunderstanding, just clear it up. Don't hurt the harmony between neighbors. Go away, don't always believe everything you hear! Did you hear that, Wang Cuihua?"

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but look at Wang Cuihua who was stuck in the window. Under everyone's gaze, she said shamelessly: "Why are you looking at me? I didn't mean to do that. I just didn't hear well enough."

Everyone dispersed and went back to their homes and mothers.

Watching Cheng Kaiyan carrying the envelope home, Aunt Zhao pursed her lips and muttered, "It's just the manuscript fee, what's the big deal?"

"Mom! Can you please stop making trouble? Why are you asking how much money someone makes?"

Zhao Ruixue stomped her feet with an unhappy look on her face.

"Kid, I'm just curious, what's wrong with that? By the way, Cheng Kaiyan can write articles, and you are a top student at Beijing Normal University, and you major in Chinese. Shouldn't writing articles be a piece of cake for you? You have a good relationship with him, so if you go and learn from him, you will definitely be no worse than him in the end."

……

Cheng Kaiyan returned to the room and sat down at the desk, telling her mother, Aunt Wang Qiang and the little girl what had happened. The novelty in everyone's hearts gradually dissipated.

"How much money did you make?"

Mom Xu Yuxiu asked curiously. She saw that the envelope didn't seem very thick, so she estimated that there wasn't much money in it.

"Fifty-one dollars and sixty-four cents. Editor Xu told me to pay five dollars per thousand words. This article has more than ten thousand words. Mom, here's the money..." After saying this, Cheng Kaiyan looked at her mother.

Over fifty?
It’s already equivalent to one month’s salary!
Everyone was a little surprised. They thought it was just a few dollars or a dozen dollars, but they didn't expect it to be so much.

Xu Yuxiu said: "You are grown up now, so keep the money you earn for yourself."

"Ah."

Aunt Wang Qiang at the side laughed, "That's right, you've grown up now, and you'll get married in two years. What's the title of the book? I'll buy a copy for Xinyu to read, and let her learn from you."

"Children's literature, a submarine at night, I think it has some educational value. I guess we can read it on the first of next month?"

Cheng Kaiyan thought for a while and said, children's literature is now published bimonthly. The last issue was in November, and the next one will be in January. That was in 1980.

"Ah~ It's so long! I want to read children's literature now!!"

The little girl couldn't wait to see it and rolled around on the bed.

"Eat a bunch of candied haws..."

In the evening, Cheng Kaiyan was writing a letter at her desk. It was addressed to Liu Xiaoli who was far away in Jiangcheng. It would be mailed tomorrow and was expected to arrive within a week.

Liu Xiaoli was born in 1959 and is now in her early twenties.

She has loved dance and literature since she was a child, and is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, which is similar to Cheng Kaiyan.

She entered Jiangcheng Song and Dance Theater to study dance in 1970, and after graduating in 1976, she stayed in the theater as a dancer.

When she was studying at the Song and Dance Theater in her early years, her mother Jiang Wan accompanied her. Now that she has grown up, she works alone in Jiangcheng.

Cheng Kaiyan was a few months younger than her, so Liu Xiaoli regarded herself as her elder sister and made an agreement in the letter to communicate frequently in the next year.

"Dear Comrade Liu Xiaoli, I feel extremely honored to receive your letter. The sincerity and apology between the lines are touching. You are so kind and respectable.

In fact, as an educated youth, I also hate arranged marriages. It is immoral to force two young people who have never met each other together.

Love and marriage must be based on complete freedom. Any interference from the outside world will become the fuse for the breakdown of marriage.

I think we are completely on the same page on this point.”

Ok……

First, build closer relationships and turn enemies into comrades-in-arms with the same stance.

Cheng Kaiyan was very good at having fun. When he was in college in his previous life, he relied on his handsome face and eloquent tongue to get around several girls. That was why he did not starve to death, but lived a very comfortable life instead.

Even later when he was working, a girl found him and wanted to marry him.

"Alas... the past is gone with the wind."

Cheng Kaiyan shook his head and sighed.

He gave a complete self-introduction in the letter, included his own photo, and finally said sincerely at the end of the letter:

[Sister Xiaoli, although I have never seen your face, as the saying goes, seeing is believing. Sister Xiaoli must be a gentle and beautiful dancer. I must watch your dance performance if I have the chance.

Best regards, and I hope your career will flourish forever. 】

……

In the next few days, with the publicity machine of Aunt Wang, the misunderstanding between Cheng Kaiyan and Zhao Ruixue was completely cleared up, and Uncle Yi at the entrance of the alley returned to the top of the list.

At the same time, the news that Cheng Kaiyan had become a great writer spread like wildfire and became a topic of conversation after dinner.

As for the unemployed vagrants?
Sorry, I’m now a handsome young man who is loved by everyone in the area.

The days passed in leisure time. Cheng Kaiyan usually read books to recharge herself and slowly integrated into this era.

My aunt came that day and said that I had found a job.

Two in one, too lazy to unpack. The update time is moved to the afternoon. The time is uncertain because I don’t have any drafts saved, so I write and post now.

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(End of this chapter)