January 30, 1976.
On New Year's Eve, people were posting Spring Festival couplets, putting up New Year pictures, and setting off firecrackers. When the whole courtyard was busy, old and young, the postman Zhao walked into the courtyard and shouted, "Cheng Jianjun, you got the letter~"
Xiang Nan heard the sound and rushed out to greet him.
Old Zhao smiled and handed the letter to Xiang Nan and praised loudly, "Jianjun, you are really good. People's Literature magazine actually sent you a letter~"
One sentence shocked everyone in the hospital.
Although there were few intellectuals in the courtyard, who was born under the Zhengyang family, how could anyone be ignorant?
"People's Literature" magazine is a national-level publication that even the top leaders read. The news of the resumption of publication at the beginning of the year was directly reported in the newspapers.
It's really strange that Xiang Nan actually received a letter from it.
On the one hand, "People's Literature" was the pinnacle of the literary world. Those who deal with it must be people from the literary world; on the one hand, Xiang Nan graduated from junior high school and is barely illiterate.
It is natural that it is a bit incredible that he can actually deal with "People's Literature".
"Jianjun, why did they write to you?"
"Jianjun, what's going on?"
Everyone in the courtyard asked curiously.
"Hey, I submitted a few poems to it a few days ago, but maybe they didn't accept them and sent them back to me," Xiang Nan explained.
After hearing what he said, everyone nodded.
If so, it would not be surprising. You know, Xiang Nan's level of education is impossible to match that of "People's Literature".
"You are really wasting money. If you have a few cents to buy stamps, why not use it to buy a sugar cookie?" Chunming's second brother Chunsheng said with a smile.
"Yeah, you kid really has no plans. How can you get into "People's Literature"? You're just wasting your time~" Uncle Guo also teased.
Xiang Nan smiled, ignored them, opened the letter, glanced at it briefly, his face suddenly beamed with joy, and he said loudly, "Oh, I won~"People's Literature" wants my work! Also!" He gave me two tickets to the ballet "The Red Detachment of Women."
"People's Literature" has decided to include several of his poems such as "The Sun is Reddest, the Chairman is Dearest", "I Love You, China", "We Are the Successors of Communism" and will be published one after another.
However, because there is no remuneration at this time, and considering that Xiang Nan is only 21 years old and is a young creative talent, he needs support and encouragement to stimulate his creative enthusiasm, so he specially sent two ballet tickets.
"What?!" Hearing what he said, the whole hospital was shocked.
"Real or fake?! Let's see~" Chunming, Chunsheng, Chunxue, Uncle Guo, Cheng Baoguo, Feng Aihong, etc. all came over curiously.
Xiang Nan handed the letter to them for reading.
When everyone saw it, it turned out to be true.
Not only did the letterhead have the letterhead of "People's Literature" magazine, but there was also a big red stamp at the end. Even if you want to fake it, you can’t do it~
"Okay, Jianjun, you are really awesome~"
"Brother, you are awesome, I want to learn from you~"
"Hey, Jianjun, you've got a great future~"
Everyone praised him.
"I don't dare to take it, I don't dare to take it." Xiang Nan pretended to be modest.
"Okay, Jianjun, there is a future~" Old Zhao also smiled and said, "Okay, you can have fun, I have to continue delivering the message~"
…
By night, the eldest son of the Cheng family had become a poet, and the news that his manuscript had been selected by "People's Literature" had spread throughout Yangjiao Hutong. With Yangjiao Hutong as the core, it rapidly expanded outwards. valley
Everyone who knows about it is envious and praises him.
From New Year's Eve to the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, there was an endless stream of people coming to visit, all wanting to see what the poet was like and hear what poems he wrote.
Cheng Jianjun was born with good looks, tall and handsome, and his first impression was very good. Xiang Nan, on the other hand, is really knowledgeable. He can learn about Chinese and Western culture from five thousand years ago at his fingertips.
Therefore, everyone who comes to visit comes out of excitement and returns with a full enjoyment, feeling that their trip was worthwhile. Therefore, with their praise, Xiang Nan's reputation is getting higher and higher.
…
Let’s talk about New Year’s Eve.
Because Xiang Nan made a lot of money last year and became a great poet, the Cheng family's New Year's Eve dinner was particularly sumptuous. The atmosphere of the New Year is also particularly strong, and everyone has a smile on their face.
Chunming's family's New Year's Eve dinner is also good. He has made a lot of money in the past six months, so the New Year's Eve dinner is also very sumptuous. The whole family is happy and enjoying themselves.
In contrast, the Su family's New Year's Eve dinner was much deserted.
Su Meng's job has not been settled yet. Because she lacked a stamp from the Labor Bureau, she couldn't get into the Children's Palace.
Su Jingxuan went to the labor bureau every day to urge her, but it was useless. You pushed me, I pushed you, and no one cared. He was so angry that his blood pressure rose.
Seeing her classmates Xiang Nan and Chunming going back to work and making extra money, and living a prosperous life, while she had graduated from high school but still accomplished nothing, Su Meng couldn't help but feel depressed and wanted to die.
In the past, she didn't know how to be anxious, so she read books in the courtyard all day long. Now, she is no longer interested in reading, and she doesn't want to go out to meet people. She just stays in the house every day, and even Han Chunming doesn't want to talk to her.
Especially today, when she heard that Xiang Nan's poems had been included in "People's Literature", she was so depressed that she couldn't even eat the New Year's Eve dinner.
She had always looked down upon Chunming and Xiang Nan, thinking that they had just graduated from junior high school and were still workers, doing hard work that was dirty and tiring. When I get home from get off work, I smell like rotten eggs.
It's not like working in the Children's Palace, singing, dancing, leisurely and decent, that's what a princess like her does.
But it works now. Xiang Nan, whom she despised, suddenly became a great poet, and his works were all published in "People's Literature". But she still accomplished nothing, not even a serious job.
So let alone the New Year's Eve dinner, even if I brought her dragon liver and phoenix marrow, she wouldn't be able to eat it.
…
Xiang Nan ignored Su Meng's thoughts and didn't bother to pay attention.
On New Year's Day, he went to Cai Xiaoli's house.
"Auntie, I wish you a happy new year~" Xiang Nan smiled at Cai Xiaoli's mother, Zhang Xiulan.
"Jianjun is here, come and sit in the room." Zhang Xiulan smiled.
She is still very satisfied with her daughter's boyfriend.
Firstly, he is capable, he sells used cars and eggs, and makes a lot of money. This is what he is capable of. Secondly, the conditions are not bad. His father works in a government agency, and his mother works in a neighborhood committee. They are well-connected and powerful. Thirdly, this child can also be a good person.
Years ago, he brought a box of hairtail fish and a bucket of peanut oil to help his family live a prosperous New Year. Who wouldn't like such a prospective son-in-law?
Xiang Nan smiled and entered the room.
As soon as they entered the house, several prospective sisters-in-law called out to their brother-in-law. Cai Xiaoli was so embarrassed that she picked up the broom and drove them out.
"Why are you chasing them away? I think they are right~" Xiang Nan said with a smile.
When Cai Xiaoli heard this, she felt ashamed and rolled her eyes at him, "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to give you your tickets. Let's watch "The Red Detachment of Women" at the People's Art Theater tomorrow night." Xiang Nan said with a smile.
"How come you have a ticket?" Cai Xiaoli asked in surprise.
