1979: My fiancée is a goddess

Chapter 30 There is a girl in the village named Xiaofang (Please read it later)
This shocking news hit Song so hard that he panicked and ran away.

This obviously could not be hidden from the old branch secretary's sharp eyes. Unable to bear the loss of face, the old branch secretary was tough and severely reprimanded them, and the two were forced to get married in a hurry.

The wedding day was the hottest day of the year.

It is summer, the time when blooming reaches its peak.

On the wedding night, the candle flames flickered like explosions, and Xiaofang thought to herself: "I am so happy. I really hope it can last forever like this..."

The days passed by in heavy farm work, trivial matters, and insignificant happiness. A child was born, and news came vaguely that the educated youth had returned to the city.

The educated youth began to get restless, and so did Song Jingming. He struggled but did not leave.

However, a few days later, two letters from the capital woke Song Jingming up.

He should shine in the heart of this country, not rot quietly in this remote rural area in southern Xinjiang until his death.

A few days later, Song left quietly, leaving a letter...

It's a poem, or a song...

This is the last tenderness Song left behind.

There was a girl named Xiaofang in the village. She was pretty and kind.

A pair of beautiful big eyes and thick and long braids.

The night before returning to the city, you and I came to the river.

Tears that have never been shed flow along the stream, thank you for the love you have given me.

I will never forget you in this life, thank you for the tenderness you showed me.

Accompanying me through that era, I have looked back many times at the road I have traveled.

My sincere blessings to you, kind girl. How many times have I looked back at the road I have traveled.

You are standing next to the small village.

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Xiaofang remained silent. She did not follow the people in the village or county who had the same experience to go to the Youth League Office to complain, nor did she try to catch up with the man who was determined to leave.

But Xiaofang was strong. She wanted to raise her child. She named her daughter Xiaocao, hoping that her daughter could live as tenaciously as grass. At the same time, it was also a way to motivate herself.

The burden of life, the gossip of others, the poor family, the hungry daughter, the broken body after the heavy bleeding during childbirth...

Everything weighed on Xiaofang, making it hard for her to breathe.

She is withering away.

Because autumn is here.

……

"Can this scumbag just die?"

Cheng Kaiyan sighed, wrote the last stroke of the first volume on the grid paper, and said hatefully.

Overall, he is satisfied with this version.

The enthusiasm of the educated youth who went to the countryside to support rural construction, the unity of the people in treating the epidemic, and the increasingly difficult life and panic among the people, all the contradictions finally erupted at this beginning of autumn...

Next is the second volume, Autumn. Cheng Kaiyan has already made a plan. This volume will not have many words, probably only about 50,000.

The old father, the village party secretary, was so angry about this incident that he fell ill. The old party secretary, who usually worked hard for the village, was sick and had no one to visit him. He died not long after.

The days passed slowly, various difficulties came, and it was the eve of winter.

Xiaofang realized that she didn't have much time left, so she took Xiaocao to the capital to look for Song.

She died of illness on the way, leaving Xiaocao an orphan, who followed a boy one or two years older than her to dig for food in the garbage dump.

The two of them came to the capital city and depended on each other. The boy supported her by stealing things, and also got a place for Xiaocao to audit the class. Later, she grew up tenaciously and even gave up her dignity in order to survive.

At that time, the two depended on each other and grew up to the age of sixteen or seventeen. In the 1990s, the social environment had changed a lot.

On the eve of the college entrance examination, the boy was sent to prison because he was hungry and committed theft many times.

Xiaocao took the college entrance examination with good grades, but was unable to go to university because of an impersonator. In the end, she found out that the girl who impersonated her was her half-sister...

Finally, in the cold winter, he chose to set himself on fire.

The ancients praised weeds: Wildfire cannot burn them all, they will grow again with the spring breeze.

But there has never been a spring, so how can there be new life?

……

"Got it, I'll come back in the evening."

In Wutong Courtyard, Beijing, Cheng Kaiyan took her mother's briefcase and pushed the cart out of the door.

Today he is going to visit Mr. Ye Shengtao to seek some advice.

Although he believed that his work was at least above the passing line, he was still a little insecure about writing it himself.

I hope the old gentleman can give me some advice.

In the early morning, a biting wind blew in the alley, but Cheng Kaiyan did not feel cold.

I am wearing a new outfit today, a big grey cotton-padded jacket, which is filled with cotton harvested from rural areas outside Beijing this year. It went through multiple processes before it was finally made.

Fluffy, soft and warm.

In the blink of an eye, we arrived at Dongsi 8th Street, Dongcheng District.

Green brick eaves and tiles, exquisite porch.

The door was open, and one could see Mr. Ye stretching his muscles in front of the screen wall.

When Mr. Ye heard the sound of the door knocker, he turned around and saw a tall young man standing outside the door. He laughed and said, "Comrade Xiao Cheng is here. Come in quickly. What are you standing at the door for?"

"Good morning, old man. Have you eaten?"

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The two entered the study.

When you step into the study, the first thing that catches your eye is a carved wooden window. Through the window lattice, the sunlight shines into tiny golden spots, giving the room a warm background.

In the center of the study, a large mahogany desk occupies the main position. On the pen holder hang several exquisite Hu brushes, and next to it is a stack of rice paper and a Duan inkstone.

On one side of the desk is a row of bookshelves filled with a variety of ancient classics, from the Book of Songs to the Chu Ci, from the Records of the Grand Historian to the Book of Han. Between the bookshelves are several copper collectibles and small porcelain bottles, with simple shapes that reveal traces of time.

In a corner of the study, there is a simple coffee table with a set of tea sets on it. The aroma of tea adds a touch of elegance to the study.

"What a beautiful study room. Mr. Ye has the demeanor of an ancient scholar, which makes people yearn for it."

Cheng Kaiyan looked around and praised.

Hearing this, Ye Shengtao couldn't help but smile on his amiable face. He loved these elegant things from the ancients the most and would often spend some money to buy his favorite items in antique, calligraphy and painting shops.

It’s just that the current trend is not keen on this.

After some pleasantries, the two sat opposite each other at the coffee table, boiling water and pouring tea.

"Wuyi Mountain Dahongpao is a bargain for you."

Ye Shengtao took out a small porcelain box from the bottom of the coffee table and used tweezers to lift up the moisture-proof aluminum foil, revealing the tightly bound strands of tea leaves inside, which were a fresh green-brown color.

Wuyishan Dahongpao?

"Thank you very much for your hospitality, Mr. Ye. You must try this rare Wuyi Tea King."

Cheng Kaiyan said frankly.

"You don't consider yourself an outsider at all, do you? But I admire your personality, you are open and honest, not pretentious, unlike some people."

Ye Shengtao scolded with a smile, and he felt that the more he looked at the boy in front of him, the more he liked him.

"I'm thick-skinned."

Cheng Kaiyan said.

Are you kidding? I was an orphan in my previous life. How could I survive without being thick-skinned?

Gulu gulu...

The water boiled and the teapot gurgled.

Ye Shengtao was about to get up and make tea when Cheng Kaiyan stopped him.

"I am the one who came here. I drank your tea, but I still ask you to make tea. How can I be so embarrassed?"

Cheng Kaiyan moved two thin white porcelain tea bowls, pulled up the teapot, and rinsed the tea bowls with boiling water as thin as a thread.

Rinse, add tea, shake the cup, wash the tea...

The movements are smooth and natural, and the combination of movement and stillness is perfect.

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Two in one
Well... the protagonist will no longer be allowed to write his own work, and from then on it will basically be a plagiarized work.

Thank you all for your monthly tickets and rewards.

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(End of this chapter)