1979: My fiancée is a goddess

Chapter 22 Final Release

"The evening breeze blows gently over Penghu Bay, white waves chase the beach, there are no coconut trees adorning the setting sun, just a vast expanse of blue sea. Sitting on the low wall in front of the door, I think of it over and over again..."

After reading the letter, Liu Xiaoli put it into the inner pocket of her clothes.

Then she walked towards the theater's cafeteria with a happy smile. Walking along the tree-lined path, she hummed this year's...

Oh no, it’s the song “Grandma’s Penghu Bay” sung by Taiwanese singer Pan Anbang last year.

This song was created to commemorate the story with my grandmother in Penghu Bay.

Since its release, "Grandma's Penghu Bay" has been widely loved and sung, becoming a classic campus song.

It is not only widely spread in Taiwan, but also has a high reputation in Chinese-speaking regions such as mainland China.

Due to some unspeakable bans, Taiwanese songs are regarded as decadent and are not allowed to enter the country.

But in places like song and dance theaters and art troupes, it is naturally unstoppable.

……

Jiangcheng Song and Dance Theater has a complicated history and has changed its name many times.

Its predecessor was the Rehe Military Region Victory Drama Society established in 1945. In March 1947, it was expanded into the Hebei-Chahar-Rehe Military Region Art Troupe, and in July of the same year it was rebuilt into the College of Arts and Literature of the Hebei-Chahar-Rehe United University.

It was not until May 1949 that they moved south to Jiangcheng and were renamed the Central-South Art Troupe.

In 1953, it merged with the music team and drama department of Central South College of Literature and Art to form Central South People's Art Theatre. In 1963, it was divided from Jiangcheng People's Art Theatre and eventually transformed into Jiangcheng Song and Dance Theatre, which continues to this day.

It is located on Jiefang Avenue, Jiang'an District, Jiangcheng City, and is a theater with a very long history.

The theater consists of a dance troupe, an opera troupe, a national orchestra (vocal and instrumental), and a stage engineering department.

Over the years, the troupe has created and rehearsed more than 30 large-scale operas and dance dramas. The dance drama "Lotus Tree" and the opera "Xiang Xiuli" participated in the rehearsal for the 10th and 20th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China respectively; the opera "Morning Star" won the first prize for creation and performance issued by the Ministry of Culture.

In the future, another play starring Liu Xiaoli, "Chu Yun", will win the Five One Project Award and the Wenhua New Play Award...

"Xiao Li, are you happy with Moss today? Is it too early?"

In front of the statue at the entrance of the classic European-style building of the opera house, an old man wearing a white training suit, with a white beard and no hair, was practicing martial arts while smiling and greeting people.

This is the vice president of the Song and Dance Theater, Mr. Fan Ji'an.

"Not yet, Dean. I'm just about to go eat."

Liu Xiaoli smiled faintly and responded in a crisp voice.

Today is New Year's Day and the theater is closed, so Liu Xiaoli is not very afraid of this old man who speaks Jiangcheng dialect.

Having lived in Jiangcheng for nearly eight years, Liu Xiaoli can already understand Jiangcheng dialect and speak some of it, such as: zebra, moss, and so on.

Of course, it is not often used.

In addition, most people in the theater spoke Mandarin, so Liu Xiaoli didn't learn much.

When I arrived at the cafeteria, there was already a line.

Since she is a dancer, she exercises a lot and naturally eats a lot.

Liu Xiaoli ordered a bowl of hot dry noodles sprinkled with chopped green onions, a bowl of sweet eggnog, and a fried dough stick. This was her breakfast today.

"Oh, it's so hard to buy a noodle nest..."

Liu Xiaoli looked around for a while, and since there were too many people, she picked up the food and started eating by herself.

She is not the type who is quiet and graceful when eating, but her every move is very elegant.

After eating and drinking, Liu Xiaoli went straight to Jiefang Avenue to buy some books.

Nowadays, people's daily life entertainment is relatively scarce, and many people spend their time buying books to read.

For example, Wang Danping, a 17-year-old girl from Changyang in Liu Xiaoli's dormitory, often used her salary to buy a lot of books to read. She read so much that she forgot to eat and sleep. Even several girls in the dormitory came to her to borrow books.

Liu Xiaoli is no exception, she likes reading very much.

She has read Jiangcheng's literary journals in recent years, such as "Yangtze River Literature and Art", "Jiangcheng Literature and Art", and the particularly popular "People's Literature" and "Yanhe" magazines.

Outside the opera house, there are many shops and factories on Jiefang Avenue.

In 1958, the main road of Jiefang Avenue was basically completed.

The 60-meter-wide road was comparable to the Chang'an Avenue in Beijing at that time. The old people of Jiangcheng proudly called it "Chang'an Avenue of Jiangcheng."

Nowadays, there is a big parade on Jiefang Avenue every National Day.

The National Day in 79 marked the th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China, and the whole country celebrated.

Liu Xiaoli went with her friends to watch a grand parade, which was extremely spectacular.

Starting from the firing of gunshots at Zhongshan Park on Jiefang Avenue, the whole city was celebrating, with flags held high, young pioneers wearing red scarves, and the people's soldiers marching in neat steps...

Accompanied by the sound of military music, the parade marched forward in a mighty manner.

very impressive.

……

Xinhua Bookstore on Jiefang Avenue.

There weren't many people this morning due to the cold weather.

Clerk Mao Aiqun pushed open the door of the bookstore. She was supposed to have a day off today, but she took the initiative to stay and work on the shift with another clerk.

"Oh my god! It's so cold!"

Mao Aiqun complained softly, covered his mouth with his hands, and breathed out air to keep warm.

Looking on the street, she saw an aunt frying dough sticks, so she bought one and a cup of sweet soy milk and went back to the store.

As usual, Mao Aiqun's first task every day is to sort out the new periodicals and move the piles of books to where they should be.

For example, People's Literature must be placed in the most conspicuous position in the bookstore.

Otherwise, if someone comes and can’t find it, they can just tear down the store.

After finishing the cleaning, I was sweating.

“Where is the children’s literature?”

Mao Aiqun would read a book to pass the time, and she would look for new journals on the shelves.

On the first of every month, many literary journals will have new issues.

She is 36 years old this year. Her husband works in the Water Conservancy Bureau and she has a son who is in elementary school. Her son likes to read children's literature. Actually, he doesn't like to read it, but he likes Mao Aiqun to tell him stories before he goes to bed at night.

So Mao Aiqun also developed the habit of reading children's stories.

As an adult, she prefers to write pure literature, "Children's Literature", which has more ideological depth.

As for her, she always felt that the stories in Shanghai's "Youth Literature and Art" were somewhat incompatible with the current living standards of ordinary people, which was a bit unpleasant.

Then there is "Childhood" supervised by Ms. Soong Ching Ling, which Mao Aiqun also likes very much.

Today's children's literature is the first issue of the New Year 1980.

On the brand new cover, there is a picture of the seabed, with azure blue seabed and rows of corals.

There is a delicate and cute submarine stuck in the coral reef. On the other side, a blue submarine fires two shells at it.

"A submarine at night? Interesting!"

Mao Aiqun opened the table of contents and sure enough, the first page was this article "Submarine at Night", written by a writer named Cheng Kaiyan.

"Cheng Kaiyan... I haven't heard of him. He's a new writer. But since editor Xu Dexia dared to put him on the first page, she must have the confidence."

Thinking of this, Mao Aiqun lowered his head and looked through the pages.

Gradually, she seemed to follow the protagonist's perspective and gradually immersed herself in this wonderful fantasy world... "Since junior high school, I have been entangled in overgrown fantasies and couldn't concentrate on studying. I couldn't concentrate on doing anything. When I was younger, no one noticed the symptoms and praised me for my rich imagination."

The subtext is that this is considered a disease?
Is this what the protagonist thinks when he grows up?
Mao Aiqun frowned and continued watching.

"I pointed at the wood grain on the door and said it was an ancient general's helmet, and that was the side view of a panda. My parents thought it looked like...

One day my dad came home and found me staring at the flushing toilet with a serious face. He asked me what I was doing. I said there was a big whirlpool on Loch Ness and our canoe was about to be sucked in. My dad asked who we were. I said it was me, Ding Ding, and his dog. He just touched my head and said, do you want me to save you, otherwise you will be late for dinner. "

Mao Aiqun felt that this period was quite harmonious. The protagonist’s parents did not initially think that this was a disease, but rather a powerful imagination, and they were very loving towards each other.

The more you watch, the more you get into it, the deeper you get, and the more frightened you become.

For some reason, after the protagonist went to school, his parents' attitude towards him changed. They thought it was a disease and took him to see a doctor.

But because...it affects my studies?

Mao Aiqun pursed his lips and thought to himself.

Until the end, when the protagonist thinks about his imagination being separated from himself.

She couldn't help murmuring, "Have I accidentally killed my son's imagination?

Is it possible that no matter how brilliant and dazzling the imagination is, it will fall to the ground under the heavy gravity of reality?

Are all the things that affect learning “illnesses”?

……

At this time, a tall, young and beautiful girl walked out of the store.

It was Liu Xiaoli.

"Hello, do you have a new issue of children's literature? I want the one with the submarine!"

Liu Xiaoli asked the clerk politely.

She felt that today was really a coincidence, as Comrade Xiao Cheng's letter arrived this morning. Children's literature is a bimonthly publication, and the new issue happened to arrive today.

Although Liu Xiaoli usually doesn't like to read children's stories, she thought about it and realized that this story was written by Cheng Kaiyan, who is younger than her.

Even between the lines of the letter, it seemed that the other party treated her like an older sister. After all, that guy was an only child, and it was normal for him to envy having brothers and sisters.

Liu Xiaoli suddenly felt like she was taking care of her younger brother.

Although Liu Xiaoli has a younger sister who is lively and cute.

But this is a younger brother, unlike a sister who is a nasty creature.

Especially a younger brother who is very talented and can play the piano, paint, and write articles.

Liu Xiaoli felt happy.

After greeting politely, Liu Xiaoli didn't notice any movement from the clerk. She frowned but said nothing.

After all, being a clerk at Xinhua Bookstore is one of the hottest and most sought-after jobs now, one of the eight major clerks.

Some stores even put up signs prohibiting the beating of customers without reason.

Liu Xiaoli looked at the red neck and face of the Jiangcheng lady and immediately shrank her neck.

She knew the fighting power of the sisters and aunts in Jiangcheng, and she would not be able to return the favor even if they scolded her a hundred times.

"Hello comrade...Excuse me...is there a new issue of children's literature?"

Liu Xiaoli spoke in a gentle and soft voice like a little girl.

"Oh! Sorry, I was a little distracted. What do you want?"

After shouting twice, the clerk Mao Aiqun finally came to his senses.

"Children's literature, do you have any new issues together, the one with the submarine?"

"Submarine? You mean that?"

Mao Aiqun's eyes lit up and he pointed at the article in his hand and said.

"Yeah!"

"You're here to read this, too? That's a great coincidence. Let me tell you, this article is really well written! I just finished reading it. It's really a great new writer!"

At this moment, Mao Aimin was like a child, dancing and introducing his favorite things to his friends, talking incessantly and continuously recommending them to Liu Xiaoli.

So beautiful?

The staff at Xinhua Bookstore all said so, so how could it be false?
Liu Xiaoli originally bought the book just for Cheng Kaiyan's sake, but she didn't think he could write very well. After all, he was just a new writer and he said it was his first novel.

But now that she heard the staff at Xinhua Bookstore all said it was good, Liu Xiaoli naturally believed it a little more.

"Comrade clerk, I want a children's literature book, the latest issue, and then buy a book of Jiangcheng Literature and Art and a book of Harbin Literature and Art."

Liu Xiaoli said that buying three books at once was no big deal for her.

"Just take my copy. Jiangcheng Literature and Art is no longer available. In the first issue of the new year, it has been renamed "Fragrant Grass."

Mao Aiqun helped find the book and explained.

"So the name has been changed."

Liu Xiaoli nodded, put away the book, paid and went home.

When I got back to the dormitory, my roommates were still asleep.

Liu Xiaoli poured herself a cup of tea, then sat down at the desk and immersed herself in reading a book.

After reading a few paragraphs carefully, Liu Xiaoli felt a style of writing and a sense of freshness that was different from other writers.

The girl couldn't help but feel excited.

"From small to large, one layer inside another, like a Russian nesting doll. I feel particularly fulfilled and comfortable. My bed is like the soft surface of a lake, and I sink quietly into it, on this autumn afternoon..."

"What fresh writing, so detailed and vivid, this comrade Xiao Cheng has something!"

Liu Xiaoli suppressed her surprise and continued watching.

……

"I concentrated all my imagination into my brain. They were light blue dots scattered around my body, like the tails of fireflies, and now they all rushed to the top of my head. After a long time, they gathered into a large ball of light blue light, which rose from my head and gradually left me, like a will-o'-the-wisp, wandering in the room."

Seeing this, Liu Xiaoli's heart suddenly tightened and goose bumps appeared on her skin.

This description is so wonderful and spiritual!

"I once had talent, but it was too strong to achieve anything in reality. Once I had it, reality was insignificant. There is no greater joy than those fantasies. My flame went out at the age of sixteen, and the so-called careers I achieved in the rest of my life were nothing more than a few wisps of smoke rising after the flame went out."

Seeing this, Liu Xiaoli's breathing quickened, and she couldn't help but cover her chest, which was as soft as marshmallow, with one hand.

The heart deep in the chest, filled with vitality, felt as if it was burned by fire. It was burning hot, and even the beautiful and charming body trembled subconsciously.

At this moment, she also saw a man whose face she couldn't see clearly leaning against the railing, smoking alone. The wisps of smoke were his exhausted talent...

"Cheng Kaiyan...what kind of person is he...

Damn, he must be a cunning guy!

The photo you sent is of you when you were 15 or 16 years old! You don’t want people to see your current look, right? "

Liu Xiaoli held the photo and looked at it carefully, feeling a little dissatisfied.

In the dim dormitory, she couldn't calm down for a long time. Suddenly, she grabbed a pen and began to write a letter.

At the same time, this novel has also attracted a lot of attention from people all over the country.

The two chapters have been merged into one. Thanks to Years Is Not Infiltration Is Detective for the 500-point reward.

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(End of this chapter)