Chapter 100 He pretended to be him again
Although Cheng Xuyuan and the Cheng family tried their best to keep Ma Guangzhong and others, they still insisted on leaving.
In the end, Cheng Xuyuan had to send them out of the house.
Walking on the dry and rugged dirt road at the entrance of the village, Cheng Xuyuan earnestly reminded: "It's already 1978. Although I was just admitted to the college entrance examination in 1977, I think I may take the exam again this summer."
What Cheng Xuyuan said was actually a sure thing.
But at the moment, Cheng Xuyuan didn't dare to talk about death.
He could only say, I think.
"Even during the Chinese New Year, you can't relax too much."
"Now is a time when talent is in short supply. Let alone getting into a university, even getting into a technical secondary school can change your destiny."
"Of course, the higher the school you get into, the greater the impact it will have on your future."
Ma Guangzhong said in a deep voice: "Teacher Cheng, you are good to us, and we know it in our hearts."
"Don't worry, we will study hard and will never let you down."
Cheng Xuyuan smiled and said, "That's good. I plan to return to Yanjing after the seventh day of the first lunar month."
"During this period of time, if you have any questions, feel free to come to me."
"I will tell you everything I know and will say it to the end."
Ma Guangzhong looked at Cheng Xuyuan with gratitude. He thought to himself, it would be great if Teacher Cheng didn't return to Beijing after the New Year. Then he could chat with him freely or discuss problems. After each discussion, he would be able to open a window in his mind.
At this moment, Chen Jiang, who had been walking at the end and had not spoken a word, suddenly asked, "Cheng... Teacher Cheng, can I ask a question?"
Cheng Xuyuan did not have much hostility towards Chen Jiang.
After all, this person didn't win the argument with me at the beginning, and now there are not many conflicts between us.
And the gap between the two people began to grow bigger and bigger.
Such a person is not even on the same track, how could he possibly become his rival? He smiled and said, "Chen Jiang, feel free to ask any questions you have."
"If I can answer that, I will definitely not let you down."
After hearing Cheng Xuyuan's answer, Chen Jiang asked solemnly: "Teacher Cheng, are you...are you Xu Lingyun?"
Cheng Xuyuan was stunned for a moment.
If someone in Chengjiazhuang asked him at this time, "Are you Dangnian Mingyue?", he would not be surprised at all.
Because when he received the royalties, he had already told the brothers Cheng Jiadong and Cheng Jiaxing about this matter.
Many people in the village knew that Cheng Xuyuan made money through writing.
But now, Chen Jiang actually asked himself if he was Xu Lingyun.
Because there was no more royalties from "The Pursuit of Happyness", Cheng Xuyuan never told his family that he was Xu Lingyun.
Why did Chen Jiang know this news?
This is not in Yanjing, this is in Chengjiazhuang Brigade! "Chen Jiang, what did you say?" Cheng Xuyuan used this method to ease his emotions.
Chen Jiang was not in a hurry, but asked word by word: "Teacher Cheng, are you Xu Lingyun, the author of "When Happiness Knocks on the Door"? "
Looking at Chen Jiang's serious expression, Cheng Xuyuan hesitated and said, "How could you connect me with Xu Lingyun?"
Could it be that this Chen Jiang is Sherlock Holmes? Just because of a certain hobby when I was talking about composition, I connected myself with Xu Lingyun.
If that's the case, then I really have to admire him.
Ma Guangzhong and others also stared at Cheng Xuyuan closely.
Although they already have the answer to this question in their hearts.
But after all, the victim himself did not admit it.
For them, they also wanted to hear Cheng Xuyuan's personal admission about the matter first.
Chen Jiang took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to Cheng Xuyuan solemnly.
Cheng Xuyuan took a look at the envelope and saw the words "Yanjing Literature and Art" Editorial Department written on it.
At this moment, he understood something in his heart.
But at this time Cheng Xuyuan did not say anything, but took out the letter from the envelope and started reading.
"Hello, Comrade Chen Jiang. I am Zhang Dening, the editor of Yenching Literature and Art. I am very happy to receive your letter."
"Thank you very much for your love for our magazine and the novel The Pursuit of Happyness."
"We will definitely convey your thoughts on the novel to the author, Mr. Cheng Xuyuan..."
Seeing this, Cheng Xuyuan felt a little itchy.
You are so good, Zhang Dening, you said you could just pass it on to the author Xu Lingyun, why did you mention my real name?
Then, Cheng Xuyuan saw the line below that said he left Yanjing and returned to his hometown.
Looking at these, Cheng Xuyuan felt that no matter how he tried to argue, it was of no use.
Zhang Dening has explained everything clearly.
He put the letter away and said with a cheerful smile: "I am Xu Lingyun."
Looking at Cheng Xuyuan with his head held high and hearing the words "I am Xu Lingyun", Chen Jiang felt his heart twitch.
At this moment, he felt as if something had collapsed.
The last glimmer of hope disappeared completely.
"Teacher Cheng, can you talk about why you wrote "The Pursuit of Happyness" at that time?" Liu Jiankai asked curiously without waiting for Chen Jiang to speak.
"Ma Guangzhong guessed that you wrote this to express... to express your hope for a happy life."
Cheng Xuyuan looked at the gazes that were becoming more and more passionate and thought to himself, are these the young people who love literature?
Just now I spoke to you earnestly, asking you to study hard and get admitted to university. Although you were excited, you were not as excited as this one.
What's going on now?
"I'm not as great as you say. I wrote 'The Pursuit of Happyness' purely for eating meat." Cheng Xuyuan did not hide it.
The words were straightforward: "When I was working at the district cultural center, a colleague published an article in Yenching Literature and Art."
"With the money from this article, he treated us to a hotpot meal at Donglaishun."
"I thought hotpot was delicious, so I followed suit and wrote something just to be able to eat meat."
Ma Guangzhong didn't know what to say.
Chen Jiang was a little speechless. He didn't know how many times he had read "The Pursuit of Happyness" and had done countless reading comprehension exercises to understand why the author wrote this article.
But unexpectedly, this guy actually said that he just wanted to eat meat.
This made some of the things he imagined in his mind collapse all of a sudden.
"You're kidding, right?"
Cheng Xuyuan smiled and said, "Hey, we are old friends, there is nothing for me to hide."
"Okay, since you don't want to eat, I won't see you off." Cheng Xuyuan saw that several people had reached the entrance of the village, so he stopped and said, "Let's talk again when we have time."
As he spoke, Cheng Xuyuan strode towards the village.
Chen Jiang looked at Cheng Xuyuan's back with mixed feelings.
Although he had already given up on Shen Yumo marrying Cheng Xuyuan, or in other words, even if they divorced as agreed in the future, he would no longer consider the possibility between him, Chen Jiang and her, but when he saw that Cheng Xuyuan was so different from others, he sadly realized that no matter how hard he worked, he would never be able to catch up with Cheng Xuyuan in this life!
Finally, it was Chen Jiang who broke the silence: "Do you believe that Cheng Xuyuan wrote "When Happiness Knocks on the Door" because he eats meat?"
Hearing Chen Jiang's question, Ma Guangzhong scratched his head and said, "It sounds a little unbelievable at first, but if you think about it carefully, it seems to make some sense."
"After all, Teacher Cheng is not an ordinary person."
This sentence made Chen Jiang suddenly feel that he was fooled by Cheng Xuyuan again.
He wrote such a good article purely for the sake of eating meat.
If he created for his ideals and beliefs, how good would his works be! I am a person who wants to create for my ideals and beliefs, but I have no works.
"I have half a bottle of sweet potato wine hidden under my bed. Would you two like to drink some?" Liu Jiankai suddenly suggested.
Ma Guangzhong responded immediately: "Drink it! My family sent me some fried peanuts during the Chinese New Year, which can be used as a dish."
"Chen Jiang, don't think about anything, let's drink together."
Chen Jiang nodded and said, "Okay, let's go."
"I went to my relatives' house the day before yesterday and they gave me a can of soybean and radish strips fried in oil."
Soybean and radish strips are a kind of pickled vegetable. Some farmers make them every autumn and serve them as a main dish to go with rice in winter.
But this thing is too bland and tastes just so-so.
But once it is fried in large amounts of oil, it is different. Not only is it fragrant, but it also retains the crispness of the radish, making it a very delicious dish to eat with rice.
"What are you waiting for? Let's go!" Ma Guangzhong waved his hand and said, "Let's go. We won't come back until we are drunk."
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A banquet was also held at Cheng Xuyuan's home at this time. It was held in the Cheng family's yard. Although the weather was a little cold, the atmosphere was extremely warm.
It is the idle winter season and the Chinese New Year is approaching. Without the hard work of farm work, these people who are used to being vegetarians are very content.
As for whether the hot food will be cooled by the air as soon as it is served, there is no need to worry about that at all.
As soon as the first hot dish, stir-fried pork with green onions, was served, in just half a minute, not only the meat was eaten up, but the green onions also disappeared completely.
The main table where Cheng Xuyuan sat was better, as most of the people sitting here were the leading figures in the village.
For example, the second grandfather Cheng Fulai, the oldest grandfather Cheng Wu, and Cheng Xuyuan’s grandfather Cheng Fugao…
Although these older people were also eager to eat, they still chatted while eating, leaving the hot dishes for a little longer.
Boiled chicken, braised pork, spare ribs, braised carp...
As dishes were served one after another, the enthusiasm of the people at the table grew. The men, who had already eaten their fill of dishes, began to drink and chatter.
After all the dishes were served, Cheng Xuyuan followed Cheng Jiaxing and started to toast table by table. Although Cheng Xuyuan didn't drink much, he still felt a little dizzy after the round.
I quickly ate two bites of braised pork ribs, and then I felt much better.
At this time, my second grandfather Cheng Fulai raised his glass and said, "Dayuan, now that you've been admitted to university, you'll come back to our village less and less often."
"You are a capable kid. I believe your future will be brighter and brighter."
"But you have to remember that this is your home. When you have time, you must come back more often."
"Come on, let's have a drink."
Looking at Cheng Fulai who looked serious, Cheng Xuyuan's eyes fell on Cheng Jiaxing who was flushed and already a little drunk, then through Cheng Jiadong who was sitting opposite him, and fell on Wang Guilan who was eating and chatting with others...
He slowly withdrew his gaze, and Cheng Xuyuan's heart began to churn.
As he clinked glasses with Cheng Fulai, he said solemnly, "Second Grandfather, I will definitely come back often."
As the hot wine went down his throat, Cheng Xuyuan felt that the noise around him was getting closer and closer to him, and he himself slowly became a part of this noise...
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