Literary Master 1978

When the winter vacation just started, a large number of students from Yanda went home, but there were also some students like Liu Zhenyun who worked part-time or simply did not go home to save money.

These students who stayed on campus, plus the presence of Yanda faculty and staff, made the library at least popular in the past period of time.

After the Little New Year, the library really became deserted, almost deserted, which led to some staff in the library being idle.

Even the colleagues stationed in the library had time to go downstairs for a stroll, and some people even arranged to study "Document No. 54" at noon.

Unlike a group of middle-aged people, the young people in the library are more literary. A group of young librarians headed by Du Rong get together to read poems and books when they have time.

At this time, Lin Chaoyang always asks everyone to go to the party, while he stays at the front desk to deal with scattered readers.

On the morning of the 27th day of the twelfth lunar month, Du Rong and her friends applied to the director Xie Daoyuan and held a New Year poetry meeting in the Sunshine Hall. The library was crowded with people to join in the fun.

Hu Wenqiong and Lin Chaoyang were sitting at the front desk of the closed-shelf lending desk. She asked, "Chaoyang, why don't you join in?"

"Poetry requires too much romantic emotion and idealism, and I am a pragmatist."

"We are quite similar in this respect. We both can't read poetry. I see that you usually write and draw, aren't you writing poetry?"

Lin Chaoyang usually writes in the library. He usually partners with Hu Wenqiong, but the elder sister has a sense of propriety and never pries into privacy. It's just that they are getting more and more familiar with each other and it happened that today was really boring that she asked this question.

"I wrote a novel."

"I saw that you were very familiar with the students in the literature department, so I thought you were writing poetry.

Writing novels is good, but you can't just write. You have to submit more manuscripts. Even if they are rejected, at least you have the opportunity to communicate with the editor, so that you can know where you are not good enough."

Hu Wenqiong didn't know that Lin Chaoyang's novel had been published. She said this out of good intentions.

As they chatted, Hu Wenqiong said: "You just didn't catch up with the good time. If you came in two or three years earlier, you wouldn't have to bear the word "temporary".

Lin Chaoyang had heard other colleagues mention this before. In the past few years, the library of Yanda University only required junior high school education for librarians, mainly because there were not many college students at that time.

He smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. We'll talk about it later when we have a chance."

Lin Chaoyang knew very well that in 1979, the college entrance examination admission rate was too low, and a large number of young people of school age could not receive higher education. The state and the government began to encourage capable units to run business colleges, night colleges, journal colleges, correspondence colleges, and radio and television colleges to improve the knowledge level of young people. These five types of self-run education were commonly known as the "five majors" at the time.

Lin Chaoyang would definitely not take the college entrance examination to go to college and waste four years of time. He didn't want to be an official, so why would he make such a gorgeous resume?

It would be good to get a night college or something like that. After two years of getting a diploma easily, wouldn't it be the same as going to the library?

Besides, he didn't have to go to the library. He just wanted to have a stable job to make his wife and father-in-law feel at ease. With his talent, do he need to worry about this?

While the two were talking, two students came to return books. One of them was Liu Zhenyun from the Chinese Department of the 1978 class, and the other was a female classmate.

After saying hello, Lin Chaoyang realized that the female classmate was Zhang Manling, a student of the Chinese Department of the Class of 1978. Like Liu Zhenyun, she stayed at the school to work and study during the winter vacation.

"Are you going home during the winter vacation?" Lin Chaoyang asked.

"Yes, I will go back today. The train is at 6 pm."

"Have you bought the ticket?"

"Yes."

After returning the book, he looked at the time. Seeing that it was almost noon, Lin Chaoyang said, "The canteen is closed these days. I will treat you to a meal as a farewell party for you."

When they arrived at the Changzheng Restaurant outside the school, Liu Zhenyun and Zhang Manling said that they wanted to pay for everything.

Changzheng Restaurant is a place for students to have a good meal. Usually, everyone goes for AA. After all, no one is rich at this time.

Lin Chaoyang couldn't persuade them, so he had to agree.

During the meal, Zhang Manling's eyes always wandered around Lin Chaoyang inadvertently. Lin Chaoyang didn't understand why, so he asked with a smile: "Manling, why are you looking at me like that?"

"No...nothing." Zhang Manling was caught peeking and seemed a little guilty.

Liu Zhenyun said: "She is just curious."

"Curious about what?"

"Curious about you, the author of "The Shepherd"!"

Even Liu Zhenyun and Zhang Manling knew his identity, and it was probably spread in the Chinese Department. Lin Chaoyang felt that he was right to confess to Tao Yushu and get leniency.

"Your department has spread it?"

Liu Zhenyun shook his head, "I don't think so? Only our classmates in the literature club know more. Yaozhong even came back to explain that you didn't want anyone to know about this matter and asked everyone to keep it secret, otherwise everyone would like to talk to you more."

Lin Chaoyang really wanted to pull Zhang Yaozhong over and ask him, is this how you keep it secret?

In a blink of an eye, it was the 30th day of the twelfth lunar month. The sporadic sound of firecrackers woke people up early in the morning.

It was the New Year, and the naughty children spent a lot of money to buy firecrackers, small whips and flowers to disturb the people.

After getting up early and eating, the family began to prepare the New Year's Eve dinner. Father Tao had another important task - writing Spring Festival couplets.

Tao Yumo volunteered to grind, and his father instructed: "Grind it and add some water to heat it up for your mother."

The ink for writing Spring Festival couplets must be cooked well, so that the words written can shine.

Three sheep bring good luck, and hundreds of birds call for spring.

After a pair of Spring Festival couplets were finished, Father Tao looked at his calligraphy with satisfaction.

"Dad's handwriting is vigorous and smooth, showing his skill."

Lin Chaoyang's hands were stained with flour, and he didn't even make dumplings, but came to flatter him.

Upon hearing this, Tao Yumo showed a bit of contempt and said to his father: "Dad, your handwriting is balanced, thin and hard, following the decisive momentum of Weibei, the strokes are refreshing and upright, and the bones are vigorous. I think you have already got 70% of the true taste of Liu Gongquan."

Hiss~

I was careless, my sister-in-law's flattery is much better than mine.

Lin Chaoyang returned to the camp of making dumplings, and calligraphy is not his area of ​​expertise.

At almost noon, Tao Xiwen, who was playing outside, came home crying with his hands in his hands. His fingers were still a little black. When asked, I found out that he was competing with others to see who could hold the firecrackers in their hands for the longest time after lighting them.

In addition to the small firecrackers for children, they also played with single firecrackers removed from long whips. The children would not let go of the wicks after lighting them, just to see who could throw them last.

Children in later generations would definitely not do this, but children nowadays are really fierce.

In order to show off among the children, they are really not afraid of being blown up.

Fortunately, the power of these single firecrackers was not great, and the pain would pass after a while.

Tao Xiwen cried and went home after being blown up. It was impossible to show off, but it was good enough not to be laughed at.

At around 6 pm, the Tao family finally had a sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner.

Four-joy meatballs, pheasant stewed with hazel mushrooms, braised shrimp, braised pork, bean paste, spring rolls, cabbage and tofu...

Father Tao raised his glass, "It's 1979 soon. Last year, Yucheng was transferred back to Yanjing. This year, Yushu was admitted to university and got married. Next year, it will be Yumo's turn to go to university. Our family changes every year. This is true for our family and for everyone. The Third Plenary Session of the 11th Central Committee has just ended, and the country has a lot of work to do..."

Speaking of this, his face was a little excited, and he chanted aloud: "The dark clouds suddenly swept away, and the morning sun spit out clear light."

"The future is just around the corner, everyone drink this cup!"

Everyone was infected by Father Tao's emotions, and their hearts were also a little excited, and they raised their glasses together.

After eating the New Year's Eve dinner, it was already 7:30.

Tao Yumo was busy turning on the TV. A few days before the New Year, CCTV predicted that it would broadcast the "New Year's Eve Gala" tonight.

The earliest impression of the Chinese people in later generations was the CCTV Spring Festival Gala in 1983. In fact, there has been a Spring Festival Gala every year since 1956, and it was only suspended during the period of buzzing.

However, due to the small number of televisions and underdeveloped communications in the early years, not many people could enjoy this kind of happiness. This year's Spring Festival Gala is called "Welcome to the New Year Art Gala", and the program arrangement and style have vaguely had the shadow of the 1983 Spring Festival Gala.

Halfway through the gala, the music from the ballet "Swan Lake" sounded on TV, and the male and female actors on the stage also changed into tight costumes, but they performed the Spanish bullfighting dance.

"Ah! Why are these actors not wearing clothes!"

Tao Yumo shouted, Zhao Li quickly covered the eyes of her two sons, and even Tao's father frowned.

Lin Chaoyang looked carefully at the actors on the screen and said, "They should be wearing ballet costumes. The TV is black and white, and their costumes are not easy to see."

After listening to Lin Chaoyang's words, everyone looked carefully and found that it was true.

"This director didn't think things through, he probably has to write a self-criticism!" said the elder brother-in-law Tao Yucheng.

"The wine is fragrant and the songs are flying

My friend, please have a drink

Please have a drink

..."

Accompanied by the "Toast Song" sung by singer Li Guangxi, 1978 came to an end.