Chapter 44 Desire
I called home. Nothing will happen, right?
Cheng Xuyuan thought about the situation at home and had an urge to make a phone call.
But unfortunately, the post office was closed.
If you want to make a long-distance call on the office phone, you not only need to write an application in advance, but also have someone turn on the long-distance function.
What's more, the two telephones in the cultural center are now locked in the office.
There is no telephone in their writing group's office.
"Uncle Li, what happened?" Cheng Xuyuan asked old man Li.
"No." Old Li thought for a moment and said, "Director Niu didn't say anything, but he seemed to say the name of the person who called. What was that?"
Patting his head, Old Li couldn't help but said, "Cheng...Cheng what?"
What is Cheng?
It seems that there is no one named Dong among my relatives.
Cheng Xuyuan suddenly thought of his uncle Cheng Jiadong. The voice on the phone changes drastically these days. Maybe Old Li and the others didn't hear it clearly.
"Is it Cheng Jiadong?" Cheng Xuyuan asked.
"Yes, that's the name." Old Li clapped his hands excitedly and said, "That's the name."
"Xiao Cheng, even if something happens at home, you can't be anxious and get angry. Wait until you get to work tomorrow before calling me back."
When Cheng Xuyuan heard that the person calling was Cheng Jiadong, he was no longer anxious.
Cheng Jiadong called him back, it should be the college entrance examination results came out.
Not to mention that I am confident about this, the results have already come out, and no matter how anxious I am, it will be of no use.
"Thank you, sir. I'll call you back tomorrow."
Old Li glanced at the warehouse and said with a hint of emotion: "Xiao Cheng, to be honest, I really don't want you to leave."
"You stay here, and I'll have company at night."
"Now that you're gone, I'm the only one left in the entire unit again."
Cheng Xuyuan smiled and said, "Uncle, even if I move away, I still have to come to work every day."
"I'll go buy some wine later, and we'll drink two ounces of wine together."
Old Li chatted for a few minutes and then said goodbye to Cheng Xuyuan and left.
After closing the door again, Cheng Xuyuan thought more and more that Cheng Jiadong called probably about his college entrance examination scores.
Cheng Xuyuan had an estimate of how many points he would get in the exam.
I think the reason why Cheng Jiadong was so anxious to ask me to call back was probably because he saw his score.
He picked up the enamel mug and took a sip of water. The water was a little cold. Cheng Xuyuan felt that he should buy a thermos later, otherwise, it would be a problem to drink hot water.
However, there are no tickets for the thermos now.
His eyes fell on the blank manuscript again, and an idea that had been brewing for some time appeared in Cheng Xuyuan's mind.
He hesitated for a moment, then wrote two words on the manuscript paper: Desire! Desire is a TV series that attracted thousands of people and created a ratings myth.
It resonated with countless people! Although now from the timeline, the follow-up of "Desire" seems to have some problems.
But now that you’re an author, who wouldn’t make some adjustments?
For "Desire", Cheng Xuyuan did not plan to write it according to the original novel by Liu Huifang, but planned to write a long novel based on the TV series.
After all, if I still have to write 20,000 or 30,000 words for a 50-episode TV series, it would be a bit of a waste!
What's more, if the characters here are written too hastily, the result might be that the author fails to achieve the desired result.
As I sat in the chair, the TV scene of "Desire" appeared in my mind.
As a social animal who loves TV dramas, Cheng Xuyuan used to watch some classic TV dramas carefully once or twice.
His strong memory of his past life after his rebirth allowed him to remember every frame of the TV series clearly.
Soon, a complete story outline appeared in Cheng Xuyuan's mind.
He picked up a pen and wrote quickly on the manuscript paper: In the factory, Liu Huifang was an eye-catching and beautiful female worker. When she first met Wang Husheng...
When I write, sometimes as soon as I start writing, ideas start to flow like a tide.
Sitting under the dim light, Cheng Xuyuan wrote more than 3,000 words in one breath.
Feeling a little sore in his hands, he was just about to stretch his muscles when the dim lights suddenly went out.
If it were in the previous life, the most likely reason for this situation was that the light bulb was broken.
But now, the biggest possibility is power outage.
With the help of the flame from the coal stove, Cheng Xuyuan lit the kerosene lamp made from a medicine bottle. Although it was not very bright, he could see the surroundings clearly.
The medicine bottle was given by Shi Xuehong, and the kerosene was obtained from Old Li. Because lighting candles was too expensive, the cultural center would get a few kilograms of kerosene for Old Li every month to provide lighting during power outages.
As for the wick, that was even simpler. He made it out of a little cotton from the quilt.
The light is as dim as a bean, although it is not bright, it is warm.
I won’t write anymore. Writing under a kerosene lamp will damage my eyes.
Although he seemed to have a lot of things in his heart that he had to get out, in order to stop wearing glasses, Cheng Xuyuan simply tidied up the table and lay down on the bed.
In the early morning, there was another familiar feeling of bloating in the stomach. Cheng Xuyuan had to brave the cold and go to the public toilet wrapped in a cotton jacket.
We're moving to the tube-shaped building tomorrow. The public restroom upstairs shouldn't be so cold!
In the dim light of the sky, Cheng Xuyuan had just squatted down when the familiar voice rang out again: "Here it comes!"
Cheng Xuyuan turned his head and saw Meng Dezhi still squatting in the same position like a ghost.
He smiled and said, "Here I come."
"I'm six minutes late again today. Young man, it's bad for your health to have an irregular schedule!" Meng Dezhi said leisurely.
Before Cheng Xuyuan, he liked to have verbal battles with Meng Dezhi.
But now, he no longer has this intention.
So he said directly: "Lao Meng, I'm moving out today, so don't wait for me here tomorrow."
Meng Dezhi hesitated for a moment and said, "Why don't you stay here for two more days? After all, you are a bachelor, so it doesn't matter where you live."
Cheng Xuyuan was speechless for a while. Old Meng had thick eyebrows and big eyes. He was handsome and imposing. How could he say such mean things? Shouldn't single dogs have their own doghouses?
He wanted to say something to Meng Dezhi, but in the end, Cheng Xuyuan didn't say anything because they were about to part, and just laughed twice.
Haha, that means later generations.
Although Meng Dezhi didn't understand what "hehe" meant in later generations, he could still sense what Cheng Xuyuan meant from his laughter.
He did not continue the previous topic, but said seriously: "Xiao Cheng, I think the story you told can actually be published."
"After some preparation, it's no worse than "Those Things in the Ming Dynasty"."
“And there’s more depth.”
Cheng Xuyuan waved his hand and said, "I'm a little tired of writing "Things About the Ming Dynasty", so let's forget about this one."
Publish? What a joke! It’s already been written, it would be bad if it were published in the same book as yours.
As a plagiarist, the biggest problem is the fear of copying other people's works.
Meng Dezhi sighed, lamenting the young man's incompetence. He wanted to organize it, but although he had heard a lot, he didn't know where to start.
After a pause, Meng Dezhi suddenly said, "Xiao Cheng, come to my house this Sunday."
"You haven't been to my house yet!"
Cheng Xuyuan said: "Okay, which floor of the building behind you do you live on? I will definitely visit you on time."
"It's not the building at the back, but the white building at the entrance of the alley in front. My family lives on the east unit on the third floor." Meng Dezhi said solemnly.
Hearing Meng Dezhi say this, Cheng Xuyuan was suddenly stunned.
The white building is about five or six hundred meters away from the cultural center.
Lao Meng, is it worth it for you to run so far to go to the toilet?
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