Chapter 65 Destined Encounter
After returning from Meng Dezhi's house, Cheng Xuyuan started his lazy life again.
There are still four or five days left to revise the manuscript. If I can avoid going to work, I will do so.
If he went to work, how could he justify the subsidy? In addition to eating and writing, Cheng Xuyuan also had a little hobby in life, which was drinking two cups of tea every day.
Compared with the jasmine tea given by Qin Yewei, the tea given by Meng Dezhi tastes much better.
After being soaked in hot water, the tea soup has a bright color, a smooth and fresh taste, and it feels like all the internal organs are docile after drinking it! In his previous life, Cheng Xuyuan also made up his mind and bought expensive tea, but in comparison, this tea seemed to taste better.
Old Meng is really generous. He gave me some good things.
However, the disadvantages of drinking too much tea soon became apparent, which was that it was digested too quickly and made people hungry easily. Therefore, although tea was good, Cheng Xuyuan, who had limited food coupons, did not dare to drink too much.
Soon, the last day of 1977 will arrive.
During this period, Cheng Xuyuan received a telegram specially sent to him by Feng Laoer.
The content of the telegram was very short, asking him to return home before the 5th for a physical examination.
Telegrams were charged by the word, and each word cost three cents, so for the sender, the fewer words on the telegram, the better.
For example, the telegram Cheng Xuyuan received had only one line of words: Return on the fifth of next month for a physical examination.
Seven words, 25 cents, including the translation fee.
After receiving this telegram, Cheng Xuyuan decided to go home.
He had no choice but to go back. Although his uncle could help him in other areas, he had to be present in person for things like the physical examination.
Moreover, he has a month's vacation.
No, there should be another month of field research time.
As a member of the writing team, he could, with the consent of the two curators, go deep into life to collect folk songs.
After all, art is above life, but it comes from life.
How can you write good works without collecting folk songs? The reason why I decided to leave after New Year's Day was of course because of the art performance.
In the past two days, Peng Xueli came to him specifically and asked him to prepare for the meeting with Wan Lao and others.
This is something arranged by the leader. If we don't do it well, then the field trip will not be that easy.
“Boom boom boom!”
Cheng Xuyuan, who had eaten a meal of shredded pork noodles at a state-owned restaurant, was lying on the bed taking a nap when he heard a violent knock on the door.
Cheng Xuyuan was awakened from his sleep and opened the door unhappily, only to see Feng Laoer standing there in a daze.
He was sweating profusely in the winter sun.
"Old Feng, is there something wrong?" There was a hint of displeasure in Cheng Xuyuan's voice.
If this kid doesn’t tell me one, two, three, this won’t be the end!
Feng Laoer suppressed his excitement and said, "Teacher Cheng, the performance starts at three o'clock. I'm here to take you there. I have a bicycle."
I am really grateful for riding your bike to take me there.
After all, this is full of sincerity!
Cheng Xuyuan immediately asked: "Second brother, what time is it now?"
Feng Laoer glanced at the Shanghai watch on his wrist and said, "One twenty-five."
It’s 1:25 and the show doesn’t start until 3 o’clock. Why are you coming to pick me up so early?
I'm not an actor, and I don't need to prepare. Why are you in such a hurry? But they came to accept the invitation sincerely, and it would be bad if I acted too tactless.
So he could only say: "Let me wash my face, and we'll go together."
Feng Laoer said, "Teacher Cheng, when I came here, Team Leader Qin Yewei asked me to remind you to dress appropriately."
“This is important to you.”
"Okay, I got it." Cheng Xuyuan brought limited clothes with him when he came to Yanjing this time.
Fortunately, in this era, everyone doesn’t have many clothes.
However, when it was confirmed that he would come to Yanjing to work, his mother still made him a Zhongshan suit out of plain cotton cloth.
Although the workmanship is average, at least it is new clothes.
After putting on the new clothes, Cheng Xuyuan was ready to set off.
Feng Laoer looked at Cheng Xuyuan carefully, hesitated for a moment and said, "Teacher Cheng, I think you seem to be missing something."
"What's missing?" Cheng Xuyuan looked at himself and felt that he had not brought anything missing.
"pen!"
Feng Laoer looked around Cheng Xuyuan for a while, and then said seriously: "For a great man like you, you should put a pen in your pocket."
"No, no, at least two."
With a fountain pen in his jacket pocket, he looked refined and cultured. But Cheng Xuyuan, who came from a later generation, felt embarrassed.
He glanced at Feng Laoer and said casually, "Laoer, I won't bring the pen."
"I don't like to bring it."
Feng Lao Er hesitated for a moment and said, "Teacher Cheng, you'd better take him with you. After all, this is more suitable for your status."
"Team Leader Qin said that this time is very important to you."
"It seems like you have an important person to meet!"
It is precisely because I am meeting an important person that I don’t bring a pen.
If a photo were to circulate decades later, showing me with a pen in my jacket pocket and grinning foolishly among a group of bigwigs, would that make people laugh out loud?
He immediately looked at Feng Lao Er and said, "Old Feng, a person's identity is not expressed by a few pens."
“The most important thing about a person is his inner self.”
"As a person, if you only care about what others think of you and cannot devote yourself to your performance, sincerely and selflessly, then you will always be stuck in imitation and find it difficult to form your own style. This will cause your acting skills to stagnate."
Feng Laoer was stunned for a moment, and a hint of realization flashed in his eyes.
He looked at Cheng Xuyuan with even more admiration.
Teacher Cheng's ideological realm is far superior to mine.
Compared to him, I am not even a little bit inferior!
“Thank you, Mr. Cheng. If it weren’t for your guidance, I would have almost fallen into my own trap.”
"Don't worry, I will definitely act as you said, and develop my own style."
Looking at Feng Laoer with a sincere face, Cheng Xuyuan smiled gently.
You little brat, I can't handle you! You actually want me to bring a pen, what do you think of you! "Okay, let's go."
Sitting on Feng Laoer's bicycle, Cheng Xuyuan's heart was filled with emotion as he looked at the four big red words posted on the gate of the District Cultural Association not far away: Happy New Year's Day.
The first solar year of this life in Yanjing is about to pass.
The next year was 1978! Just as Cheng Xuyuan was riding his bicycle to attend the performance, at Meng Dezhi's house, Fang Yuqing, who was already wearing a light red woolen coat, said to Meng Dezhi expectantly: "Uncle, are you sure we can really run into Cheng... Cheng Xuyuan?"
"Of course, he is from the Nancheng District Cultural Center. He should be able to get a ticket for this performance." Meng Dezhi said, "But this kid's ticket should be at the back."
"If you want to find him, just look for a seat at the Chengnan District Cultural Center first."
Fang Yuqing said, "I see. I don't really want to watch this show, but I hope to have a good discussion with Cheng Xuyuan about "Those Things in the Ming Dynasty."
“When will the struggle between Emperor Hongwu and Chen Youliang be finished?”
Looking at his niece who was looking forward to it, Meng Dezhi smiled and said, "This is easy to do. After the performance, we will invite Cheng Xuyuan to come home for dinner."
"It's the last day of the solar calendar year, and he's still single in Beijing. He might as well spend the New Year with us!"
Fang Yuqing was delighted and was about to agree, but when the words came to her lips, she quickly swallowed them back.
Eventually it became: "Uncle, aunt, let's go quickly, or it will be too late!"
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