1979: My fiancée is a goddess

Chapter 86 Buying a TV and Xiaofang appearing on the Central Broadcasting Station

At six o'clock the next morning, it was dawn outside.

Although it was a bit noisy last night, Cheng Kaiyan slept soundly on the wooden bed that she had grown up on.

After waking up, I feel refreshed, relaxed and at ease.

Get up, dress, pack and get ready to go out.

Today is the day to buy New Year’s goods, and I’ll also buy a TV at the same time.

Cheng Kaiyan's song "Facing the Sea, Spring Flowers Blooming" won the first prize of the school. The reward was a TV ticket, as well as some meat coupons, grain coupons, oil coupons, and fish coupons, which were brought to her by her aunt after Cheng Kaiyan left.

"Let's go!"

After discussing with her mother, Cheng Kaiyan rode her mother out on a bicycle and headed for Dongfeng Market, which was not far away, just on Wangfujing Street.

Dongfeng Market was not originally called this name, it was called Dong'an Market.

There is a description of Dong'an Market in the old Beijing bamboo poems: "The newly opened markets are spacious, and shopping is easy. If you want to talk about prosperity, just point to Dong'an in the city."

The origin of this place is related to Dashilan. After Dashilan was burned, the shops in the south city also moved here. This place gradually changed from a stall to an all-inclusive market with stalls, shops, bookstores, and amusement parks of all walks of life. There are seven small shopping malls, nearly a thousand businesses, teahouses, book teahouses, and box offices for a cappella performances.

In 1966-1967, Dong'an Market began to expand comprehensively and was changed to the state-owned enterprise Dongfeng Market. In 1987, it was changed back. Since then, many Beijingers have been using these two names interchangeably.

After a while, we rode our bike to Jinyukou Hutong, where the north gate of Dongfeng Market is.

Stop the car and lock it.

Cheng Kaiyan and Xu Yuxiu entered from the north gate. On the left and right sides of the north gate were the Donglaishun halal hotpot restaurant, and the Wufangzhai restaurant which mainly served Huaiyang cuisine and Suzhou cuisine.

After entering the north gate, the scene suddenly became brighter. There was a huge iron shed on the roof of the Dongfeng Market, and between the beams it looked like an old-fashioned factory.

Each shop also has a small tin shed, and when it rains, the roof makes a ding-dong sound, indicating that there are leaks. The light in the market is very dim, with only a small skylight that does not let in enough light, but the light is always on, so it is brighter than outside.

As you enter the door, there are shops selling cakes and BJ's preserved fruits on both sides.

There are also fried red fruits, quinces, candied kumquats, and crabapples, which are all snacks made and sold on the spot.

"We sell everything. Today is early and there are fewer people."

Xu Yuxiu gave the order.

Beijingers eat a lot of preserved fruits. Xu Yuxiu bought two bags. The salesperson wrapped them in brown paper and tied them with a rope.

Cheng Kaiyan bought some Poria cocos pancakes and chestnut yokan.

Chestnut yokan is a square-shaped dessert that is as sweet as red bean paste, but it is also called lamb liver soup. Cooked lamb liver has a bitter taste, but this soup is sweet and greasy, and has no lamb flavor at all. In fact, it is made of chestnut powder and red beans, and has nothing to do with lamb liver!
Poria cocos sandwich is made of two round pieces of "white paper" with a little filling made of sesame, walnut, honey, etc. It looks like a plaster. You can tear off the "white paper" part, roll it up, and put it in your mouth first.

"Let's go over there and have a look..."

Xu Yuxiu took Cheng Kaiyan running around, and finally at eleven o'clock, the two of them had bought a lot of things in large and small bags. Fortunately, they brought belts and vegetable baskets to carry them all.

After sending the things home, the two ran to the department store and bought a 14-inch Panda brand black-and-white TV, spending more than yuan plus a TV ticket.

Xu Yuxiu touched the TV antenna, feeling both distressed and happy.

The salesperson Cheng Kaiyan also asked how much a 14-inch color version cost, and got an answer: two thousand yuan!
My goodness, who can afford this?
After buying the TV, the two didn’t dare ride their bikes this time, for fear of damaging it.

Television is high-tech!

Cheng Kaiyan pushed the cart in front and Xu Yuxiu supported it from behind, and they walked back home.

……

Under the big yellow tree with buds sprouting in the middle of the Wutong courtyard, several educated youth gathered around a small bench with a square black and gray radio on it. Zhao Jianjun squatted on the ground and fiddled with the radio in his hand.

Zhao Ruixue leaned against the door of her house and watched. Although she didn't believe that Zhao Jianjun would be able to join the Central People's Broadcasting Station because of this, it was still an achievement after all.

Most people don’t have the ability to write a letter to a Chinese-headed unit to offer suggestions and get a reply from their leaders.

In Zhao Ruixue's opinion, her brother was also worthy of praise, which was why she had waited here for more than half an hour.

"Jianjun isn't ready yet? Your radio looks so broken, is it okay?"

Xiao Wenyuan was chewing a candied haws in his mouth, making a crisp sound while chirping a few words to crickets.

"It will be fixed soon. Don't look at it as broken. This is a radio I modified myself. It is much better than ordinary radios."

Zhao Jianjun squatted on the ground and fiddled with the channels. He didn't have a radio at home. This radio was a broken one that Zhao Jianjun got from an old man when he went to the countryside.

He graduated from a technical secondary school, where he studied knowledge related to electrical appliances. So he spent nearly half a year reviewing the knowledge and collecting materials, and finally he modified and repaired the radio. He is now a talented person.

At this moment, the radio made a crackling sound, and intermittent sounds came out.

"Yes, yes!"

Wang Zhen wiped the oil in his hand on his body and screamed.

"Let me tell you, I graduated from a technical secondary school."

Zhao Jianjun raised his head and said proudly to the famous university student who was standing at the door not far away.

"hehe."

Zhao Ruixue smiled and said nothing, but she was indeed a little curious now.

She also wanted to see what her brother had come up with to send a suggestion that would get the leaders of the Central Broadcasting Station to reply.

"Welcome to China National Radio. I am the host Xia Qing. Good afternoon, everyone. Today I will bring you some good songs as usual."

Zhao Jianjun adjusted it twice and the sound finally became clear.

"It's Comrade Xia Qing!"

"It's him. He and his wife Ge Lan (Wang Jingrong) are so famous. They are the pillars of CCTV!"

When everyone heard this name, even Wang Zhen and Xiao Wenyuan, two troublemakers, showed admiration on their faces.

The host Xia Qing, whose real name is Geng Shaoguang.

He is a renowned announcer of China National Radio, known for his deep voice and infectious broadcasting style.

He has participated in the broadcasting of many important events, such as the "Letter to the Whole Party, the Whole Army, and People of All Ethnic Groups in the Country" when the Prime Minister and the old man passed away.

Many people were well-known to him, especially those in Beijing. Many of them only learned about the bad news after hearing his broadcast.

"This month, the Literature and Art Department of China National Radio and the editorial department of Song magazine will jointly organize a selection activity for "Listeners' Favorite Radio Songs". The most popular songs will be selected through audience voting. Everyone is welcome to write in and vote...

There have been many good songs released in the past two years. Recently, my department received a letter from Comrade Xiao Zhao, in which Comrade Xiao Zhao mentioned a song..."

On the radio, Comrade Xia Qing's voice echoed in everyone's ears.

“It’s Jianjun!”

"You heard Comrade Xia Qing mention Jianjun. Call him Comrade Xiao Zhao! Jianjun, you are awesome!"

Several people in the yard shouted excitedly, and Zhao Jianjun's face was flushed.

"Stop making noise, the music will start soon!"

Zhao Ruixue shouted, looking at the radio expectantly.

Soon, Comrade Xia Qing introduced, "The name of this song is Xiao Fang. It is reported that this song originated from Jiangcheng City, a thoroughfare connecting nine provinces. On February 5, the Jiangcheng Municipal Party Committee held the first Spring Festival Gala.

A young artist from Jiangcheng Song Theater named Liu Xiaoli, after performing the famous ballet "The Dying Swan", went on stage to sing the touching song "Xiao Fang". As soon as the song was sung, all the audience leaders were moved to tears, it was so touching!
For this reason, the Yangtze River Daily called Comrade Liu Xiaoli an outstanding people's artist. The song Xiao Fang sparked a Xiao Fang fever in Jiangcheng and even the whole of Hubei. Everyone sang it and it became a household name!

Let's listen to it now! Please wait a moment, listeners."

……

"So that's how it is, Jianjun." "What's so good about a crappy song?"

Wang Zhen and his companion said this with some disappointment, but several others, such as the two siblings from the Liu family and the other three from the Wang family, were very curious.

"Listen to what song it is!"

As everyone was arguing, music started playing from the loudspeaker, followed by Liu Xiaoli's soulful and beautiful voice.

"There is a girl in the village named Xiaofang. She is pretty and kind, with a pair of beautiful big eyes and a thick and long whip..."

Everyone was fascinated by what they heard.

"It's so beautiful! Comrade Liu Xiaoli's singing sounds better than Li Guyi and Teresa Teng's!"

"I think it's better than hometown love!"

Zhao Ruixue on the side sounded very familiar and felt like she had heard it somewhere before.

I thought about it for a long time, but couldn't remember.

At this time, outside the door, Cheng Kaiyan and Xu Yuxiu pushed their bicycles into the yard.

When Zhao Ruixue saw Cheng Kaiyan's figure, something suddenly came to her mind, and her thoughts seemed to explode.

"Xiao Fang...isn't this the song written by Cheng Kaiyan?"

Zhao Ruixue pointed at Cheng Kaiyan and exclaimed, her face full of shock.

She remembered the song he played for her after she woke up on the day she was sick and had an IV drip. Wasn't it the song she was hearing now?
They are exactly the same, except one is a piano and the other is a guitar.

"Sister! What are you talking about? How could this be written by Brother Kaiyan? This came from Jiangcheng."

Zhao Jianjun frowned and said dissatisfiedly. In his eyes, there was no one else in Beijing who knew this song except himself.

If he hadn't passed by Jiangcheng on his way back to the capital, he wouldn't have happened to be fiddling with the radio and heard it.

It would take at least one or two months for the news to spread from Jiangcheng to the capital.

If he had not written a letter to the leaders of the Central Radio Station, this song would never have been broadcast on the radio.

How could it be written by Cheng Kaiyan, who is unemployed at home?
It's impossible. Besides, he is just a private. What does he know about music?
cut!
"That's right, this pretty boy?"

Wang Zhen crossed his arms, his face full of disdain

Xiao Wenyuan on the side also shook his head repeatedly and said disappointedly: "Sister Ruixue, you are a student from a prestigious university, how can you say such nonsense? This song was recommended by Jianjun. Even if there is credit, it is Jianjun's credit. What does it have to do with Cheng Kaiyan? Even if you like him, you don't have to be so partial, right? Jianjun is your brother."

"I'm too lazy to tell you."

Zhao Ruixue glanced coldly and walked towards Cheng Kaiyan.

Zhao Ruixue didn't even necessarily look up to the college students in the school, let alone this group of ruffian educated youth who had just returned to the city from the countryside.

She has always been aloof and arrogant.

"Kaiyan, that's the song Xiaofang that you sang to me before, right? It's on China National Radio." Zhao Ruixue said to Cheng Kaiyan with a smile.

"So soon? I thought we would have to wait until at least after the Chinese New Year."

Cheng Kaiyan was a little surprised.

Xu Yuxiu behind him also heard it and quickly said, "Is it the song you sang when you were sick that day?"

"Yes, Aunt Xu, Kaiyan is really amazing, but why is it a woman named Liu Xiaoli who is singing?" Zhao Ruixue asked, glancing at Cheng Kaiyan inconspicuously.

"Xiaoli sang?"

Xu Yuxiu was even more surprised at this time. No wonder Kaiyan was able to win over Xiaoli so quickly. So this is what happened. He wrote a song specifically for Xiaoli to sing.

No girl can refuse this! And it was even featured on the Central Broadcasting Station!

Xu Yuxiu took a deep look at her son. She knew that he could be a troublemaker, but she didn't know he could be so troublesome.

I don't know if it is a good thing or a bad thing.

Zhao Ruixue's heart sank when she heard this. From what Aunt Xu meant, they knew this lesbian named Liu Xiaoli?
I thought about it over and over again, but I still didn't ask.

On the other side, some of Zhao Jianjun and others were puzzled, while others sneered.

Was this really written by Cheng Kaiyan?
Didn’t he go to Jiangcheng Guesthouse before...Jiangcheng?
Holy shit! It’s true!

Just as everyone in Wutong Courtyard was shocked, families of all sizes in Beijing who liked to listen to music channels all heard the song "Xiao Fang".

At the same time, everyone also learned from the host Xia Qing that this song was sung by a lesbian named Liu Xiaoli, and it came from a novel called "Fragrant Grass" which has not yet been published.

Xiaofang's song is like a small grass, taking root and sprouting in the land of Beijing.

From China National Radio, to the Forbidden City, to the Temple of Heaven, the Temple of Earth, and alleys of all sizes...

From the workshop to the school.

While waiting for the New Year, people are discussing this song from Jiangcheng.

In the streets and alleys, children and students sang this song and felt sympathy for Xiaofang's experience.

At the same time, the editor of Yenching Daily discovered this phenomenon, so the next day.

A front-page headline report appeared in the Yanjing Daily: "A beautiful voice from Jiangcheng, Liu Xiaoli sings the love story of a rural girl"

After this report came out, more people knew the song "Xiao Fang".

Humanities Society.

Mr. Zhang Guangnian was holding the newspaper, his heart filled with excitement, "Fragrant Grass is finally coming! It's really popular! It's so popular that it's even in Beijing!"

He has also been paying attention to the news from Jiangcheng these days and knows that it has sparked heated discussions there.

While I was pleasantly surprised, I was also very regretful that I couldn't finish reading the story. Now I can only wait for it to be published in "Fangcao" to see the full picture of the novel.

At the same time, I also regretted very much that I was unable to keep "Fragrant Grass" in their "People's Literature".

……

Beijing Normal University dormitory.

"Xiaoli's voice?"

Jiang Ting was sitting at her desk reading a book and listening to the radio. When she heard a familiar voice coming from the song, her cold and quiet face was full of disbelief.

She actually heard her niece Liu Xiaoli singing on the radio?

How is this going?

Then after hearing the host's brief introduction, she finally understood.

"The novel Fang Cao? But this novel "Fang Cao" has the same name as the magazine Fang Cao, which is really strange. I will definitely buy it and read it when the time comes!
Besides... Kaiyan's novel seems to have been submitted to Fangcao, right? He should be back today, I wonder what his novel is called and when it will be published."

Jiang Ting looked at the radio with some anticipation. After all, the song her niece was singing was from the novel.

Speaking of Cheng Kaiyan, Jiang Ting went to her sister-in-law's house some time ago and learned that her niece Ning Wanjia was admitted to Peking University.

Although the eldest sister-in-law often asked her to help introduce a date to her niece, saying that their family didn't care about family background, who could have a better family background than them?

As long as the person in their family has good character, treats their daughter well and can win her heart, that's enough.

That being said, the gap between the two is quite large, and Jiang Ting is worried that Cheng Kaiyan will feel uncomfortable.

"It would be great if Kaiyan could write the song 'Fragrant Grass' and 'Xiao Fang'. Then this blind date will definitely be a success."

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