1979: The child's mother is a celestial being.

Chapter 21 You said I look like me?
Lu Xiangyang is from Sichuan and is a technical supervisor at a steel plant. He was sent to Shenyang on a business trip at the beginning of the year and has now returned home in early March.

Unfortunately, I had a plane to take to get here, but I'll have to squeeze onto a train to go back.

Knowing that the train journey would be long, Lu Xiangyang came to the bookstore before boarding to find some magazines and books to pass the time on the train.

As soon as he entered the bookstore, he noticed that many people were buying a magazine called "Northern Literature." Driven by herd mentality, he curiously joined the crowd.

"Comrade, is 'Northern Literature' really that popular in Northeast China?" Lu Xiangyang considered himself a cultured man, but he had never actually bought the magazine "Northern Literature".

Or rather, in the Sichuan and Chongqing region, unless you specifically ask, you basically won't find "Northern Literature" magazine for sale.

But seeing everyone rushing to buy it gave Lu Xiangyang a misconception—perhaps Northern Literature isn't famous nationwide, but it's very popular in the three northeastern provinces!

However, the answer from the comrade ahead of him quickly corrected his misconception.

"The previous issue of 'Northern Literature' was just so-so, but this issue has Comrade Fusheng's second novel, 'Cliff Walkers,' which is why so many people are buying it."

“Floating Life…” Lu Xiangyang had also read “Bullfighting”, but he remembered that “Bullfighting” had only just been published. Could it be that this author has already published a second novel so quickly?

"Hello comrade, is the 'Comrade Fusheng' you mentioned the author of 'Bullfight'?" he asked the person in front of him to confirm.

"It's him! Is there really another author in the whole country named Fusheng?"

Lu Xiangyang heard the truth, but he was still somewhat shocked.

"Isn't it said that Comrade Fusheng is from Hubei? How come he submitted a manuscript to Northern Literature?"

In Lu Xiangyang's view, since Fusheng's "Fighting Bull" became a hit, his next novel, even if not submitted to "Fangcao" again, should have been submitted to nationally renowned magazines such as "People's Literature" or "Harvest". The fact that he submitted it to "Northern Literature", which couldn't even leave the three northeastern provinces, was something Lu Xiangyang couldn't understand.

"Comrade, you didn't see the newspapers a while ago, did you? Comrade Fusheng's wife is from Harbin. This year, he came to his wife's family home for the Spring Festival. It just so happened that 'Fighting Bull' became a hit, so the editor-in-chief of 'Northern Literature' came to his door to commission him to write, which is how 'Cliff Walkers' came about."

Lu Xiangyang exclaimed: So that's how it is!

"Thank you for your explanation, comrade. My name is Lu Xiangyang, and I am from Sichuan. I am here in Shenyang on a business trip. I have been quite busy at the factory recently, so I haven't been paying much attention to the news outside."

"Hello Comrade Lu, my name is Sun Xiaoming. I've heard of Sichuan. I've heard that pandas are from Sichuan? Aren't they similar to the black bears we have here?"

"Um... Pandas are quite docile, not as fierce as the black bears here, and they're very cute. If you have the chance, Comrade Sun is welcome to come to Sichuan to see them for yourself."

"Okay okay."

Subsequently, Lu Xiangyang not only bought this issue of "Northern Literature" magazine at the bookstore, but also bought a copy of the "Harbin Daily" newspaper that had previously interviewed Chen Fusheng.

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Crazy boom!
As the train roared past Jiangcheng Railway Station, Lu Xiangyang had already read Chen Fusheng's "Above the Cliff," published in "Northern Literature," three times from beginning to end along the way.

Each viewing brings a different kind of awe and new insights.

Then he picked up the newspaper and glanced at it. There was a picture of Chen Fusheng in the newspaper. He was a well-mannered young man being interviewed by a reporter.

Meanwhile, the train had come to a complete stop at platform 1 of Jiangcheng Railway Station. After a group of arriving passengers disembarked, a group of 'new' passengers who had been waiting on the platform boarded the train.

Among these new passengers was a young man in a Zhongshan suit, with a straight posture. He carried his luggage, found a seat according to his train ticket, put his luggage down, and sat down.

Coincidentally, the young man sat right across from Lu Xiangyang.

At this moment, Lu Xiangyang put down his newspaper and glanced at the young man sitting opposite him. The young man, who had just sat down, was also observing the new environment, and their eyes met.

There was nothing awkward about the situation; they smiled and nodded to each other, which was enough to acknowledge each other.

'This young man looks familiar!'

As Lu Xiangyang nodded, a question couldn't help but arise in his mind.

But he was certain that he did not know the other person.

That's very strange. Suddenly,

Lu Xiangyang seemed to have grasped something.

I quickly took the newspaper out of my pocket and looked at it again.

He glanced at the photos in the newspaper, then looked up at the young man sitting opposite him.

After looking at him like this three times, which had already aroused the young man's suspicion, he finally spoke:

"Hello comrade, you look a lot like someone."

Chen Fusheng asked, "Who does it resemble?"

“Like the young writer in this photo, his name is Fusheng, and his works include ‘Bullfight’ and ‘Cliff Walk’.”

Chen Fusheng thought the other person had recognized him, but it turned out they just thought he looked similar.

So Chen Fusheng asked curiously, "Really? Can I take a look at the newspaper?"

He wanted to take a closer look at how blurry the photo in the newspaper was; it was just someone who looked like him.

"Yes, comrade, look at you, don't you look alike?"

Chen Fusheng took the newspaper from Lu Xiangyang and looked down at the photos on it.

He could obviously recognize himself in the photo at a glance, but the photo was indeed a bit distorted.

Plus, it's probably been folded many times by the person on the other side along the way, so it has a lot of wrinkles and looks even more messy.

So from this perspective, it doesn't seem wrong to say that the person in the photo just looks like him.

"Yes, it does look somewhat similar!" Chen Fusheng handed the newspaper back to Lu Xiangyang and nodded at him.

"Right? I knew I felt a sense of familiarity when I first saw you, even though we don't know each other."

Chen Fusheng simply smiled awkwardly but politely.

At this point, Lu Xiangyang asked, "Have you read Comrade Fusheng's novels?"

"I've seen it." Chen Fusheng nodded.

Of course, everyone who wrote it has read it.

"I bet you've only seen 'Cow,' right?"

Before Chen Fusheng could reply, Lu Xiangyang handed over the issue of "Northern Literature" magazine that he had brought from Shenyang: "This is Comrade Fusheng's second novel, 'Above the Cliff,' which is about espionage. I think that in terms of the storyline, it is even more exciting than his 'Bullfight,' but he submitted it to 'Northern Literature.' I guess this issue of the magazine is not available in the South yet. Comrade, if you are interested, I can lend it to you to take a look."

"...Thank you!" Chen Fusheng hadn't actually read this issue of "Northern Literature" magazine yet, and was quite curious, so he didn't stand on ceremony.

"By the way, what is your surname, comrade?"

Chen Fusheng put down the magazine, thinking to himself, "You finally got to the point."

"My name is Chen Fusheng, and what's yours, comrade?"

"Lu Xiangyang...wait, comrade, what's your name?"

Chen Fusheng smiled and said, "That's right, I am Chen Fusheng, the author who said my photo looks a lot like me... and who has published two novels!"

“I…you…you…@**@&%￥…”

(End of this chapter)