During the winter vacation, a large number of students from Yanda University went home, but there were also quite a few students like Liu Zhenyun and others who were working-study students, or who simply did not go home to save money.
These students staying on campus, coupled with the presence of YDU faculty and staff, made the library somewhat popular some time ago.
After the Lunar New Year, the library became really deserted and could almost be described as empty, which resulted in some people in the library being idle.
Even the colleagues stationed in the library had time to go downstairs for a stroll, and some people started studying "Document No. 54" at noon.
Different from a group of middle-aged people, the young people in the library are more literary and artistic. A group of young librarians headed by Du Rong get together to read poetry and read books when they have time.
At this time, Lin Chaoyang always asked everyone to go to the party, while he stayed at the front desk to deal with the scattered readers.
On the morning of the twenty-seventh day of the twelfth lunar month, Du Rong and the others applied to the curator Xie Daoyuan to hold a Spring Poetry Party in the Sunshine Hall, and the museum was crowded with people to join in the fun.
Hu Wenqiong and Lin Chaoyang were sitting at the front desk of the closed library library. She asked, "Chaoyang, why don't you participate?"
"Poetry requires too much romantic emotion and idealism. I am a pragmatist."
"We are quite similar in this respect. Neither of us can read poetry. I think you usually write and draw, not poetry?"
Lin Chaoyang usually writes in the library. Most of the time he is paired with Hu Wenqiong. However, the eldest sister has a sense of propriety and never pries into privacy. That is, she is getting more and more familiar with her now and she is very bored today.
Just ask.
"Novel written."
"I saw that you were quite familiar with the students in the literature department, so I thought you were writing poetry.
Writing novels is also very good, but you can’t just write. You must submit more manuscripts. Even if the manuscript is rejected, you still have the opportunity to communicate with the editor, so that you can know where your writing is not good enough.”
Hu Wenqiong did not know that Lin Chaoyang's novel had been published, and she said this out of good intentions.
As they chatted, Hu Wenqiong said: "You just didn't catch up with the good times. If you had come in two or three years earlier, there would be no need to bear the word 'temporary'."
Lin Chaoyang has heard this mentioned by other colleagues before. In the past few years, the Yanda Library only required junior high school education for librarians, mainly because there were really not many college students at that time.
He smiled and said, "It's okay. We'll talk about it later when we have a chance."
Lin Chaoyang knew very well that in 1979, which was about to begin, the college entrance examination admission rate was too low, and a large number of young people of school age were unable to receive higher education. The country and the government began to encourage capable units to run their own business universities, night universities, journal universities, and correspondence universities.
In order to improve the knowledge level of young people, these five types of self-operated education were commonly known as the "Five Big".
Lin Chaoyang would definitely not waste another four years by taking the college entrance examination and going to university. He didn't want to be an official, so why would he have such a gorgeous resume?
It's good to study at night college or something like that. After studying for two years, you can easily get a diploma. How about going to the library?
Besides, he doesn’t have to go to the library, he just wants to have a stable job so that his wife and father-in-law can feel at ease. With such talent, do we need to worry about this?
While the two were talking, two students came to return the books. One of them was Liu Zhenyun, a graduate of the Chinese Department of ’78, and the other was a female classmate.
After saying hello, Lin Chaoyang found out that the female classmate was Zhang Manling, a graduate of the Chinese Department of 1978. Like Liu Zhenyun, she stayed at school during the winter vacation to work as a study student.
"Are you going home during the winter vacation?" Lin Chaoyang asked.
"Go back, go back today, take the train at 6pm."
"Have you bought the tickets?"
"Bought."
After returning the books, he looked at the time and saw that it was almost noon. Lin Chaoyang said, "The cafeteria is closed these days. I'll treat you to a meal as a farewell meal."
When they came to the Changzheng Restaurant outside the school, Liu Zhenyun and Zhang Manling wanted to be AA in everything.
Changzheng Restaurant is a place where students go to have their teeth cut and sacrifice. Usually most of the people who come here are AAs. After all, no one is rich at this time.
Lin Chaoyang couldn't resist them both, so he had to agree.
While eating, Zhang Manling's eyes always wandered around Lin Chaoyang inadvertently. Lin Chaoyang didn't know why and asked with a smile: "Classmate Manling, why are you looking at me like that?"
"No...it's nothing." Zhang Manling was caught peeking and seemed a little guilty.
Liu Zhenyun said: "She is just curious."
"What are you curious about?"
"I'm curious about you, the author of "Wrangler"!"
Even Liu Zhenyun and Zhang Manling knew his identity, and it was probably spread to the Chinese Department. Lin Chaoyang felt that it was right for him to be lenient when he confessed to Tao Yushu.
"It's spread across your department?"
Liu Zhenyun shook his head, "Probably not, right? Our classmates in the literary club know more about it. YCIS came back specifically to explain it that time, saying that you didn't want people to know about it and asked everyone to keep it secret, otherwise everyone would want more.
I’m here to talk to you.”
Lin Chaoyang really wanted to bring Zhang Yaozhong over and ask him, is this how you fucking keep it secret?
In a blink of an eye, it was the 30th day of the twelfth lunar month, and the sporadic sound of cannons woke everyone up early in the morning.
It’s Chinese New Year, and naughty children spend a lot of money to buy broken cannons, small whips and flowers to disturb the people.
After getting up early and having dinner, the family began to prepare the New Year's Eve dinner. Tao's father also had another important task - writing Spring Festival couplets.
Tao Yumo volunteered to grind it, and Tao's father told him: "Grind it well and add some water to your mother to heat it up."
The ink used to write Spring Festival couplets must be familiar, so that the written words will be glossy.
Three sheep bring good fortune, and hundreds of birds call for spring.
A Spring Festival couplet was written with just a swipe of the pen, and Tao's father looked at his calligraphy with satisfaction.
"Dad's handwriting is so powerful and flowing, it really shows his skill."
Lin Chaoyang's hands were stained with flour and he didn't even make any dumplings, so he came here specifically to flatter him.
Hearing this, Tao Yumo looked with a bit of contempt and said to his father: "Dad, your calligraphy is balanced, thin and hard, and it is as decisive as the Wei stele. Your stipples are crisp and straight, and your bones are strong. I think you have gained the true taste of Liu Gongquan."
Hiss~
You're careless, my sister-in-law is a much better flatterer than I am.
Lin Chaoyang returned to the camp of making dumplings. Calligraphy was not his area of ​​expertise.
Around noon, Tao Xiwen, who was playing outside, returned home crying with his hands in his hands. His fingers were still a little blackened. When he asked, he found out that he was competing with others to see who could hold the firecrackers longer after lighting them.
The firecrackers they played with included not only small whips for children, but also individual firecrackers removed from long whips. The children lit them without letting go, just to see who could throw them last.
Children in future generations will definitely not be able to do this, but today's children are real tigers.
In order to show off their power among children, they are really not afraid of being bombed.
Fortunately, the individual firecrackers that were dismantled are not very powerful, so the pain will go away after a while.
Tao Xiwen cried and went home after being bombed. It was impossible to show off one's power. It would be nice not to be laughed at.
At around six o'clock in the afternoon, the Tao family finally had a sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner.
Sixi meatballs, pheasant meat stewed with hazel mushrooms, braised shrimps, braised pork, bean paste, spring rolls, cabbage and tofu...
Father Tao raised his wine glass, "It will be 1979 soon. Last year Yucheng was transferred back to Yanjing. This year Yushu was admitted to college and got married. Next year it will be Yumo's turn to enter college. Our family changes every year.
This is the case for our small family, and it is the same for everyone. The Third Plenary Session of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China has just concluded, and the country is full of waste and is waiting to be revitalized..."
When he said this, his face became a little excited and he chanted loudly: "The dark clouds suddenly swept away, and the morning sun vomited its light."
"The future is just around the corner, let's drink this cup full!"
Everyone was infected by Tao's emotions and felt a little excited, so they raised their glasses together.
After finishing the New Year's Eve dinner, it was already half past seven.
Tao Yumo turned on the TV. A few days before the New Year, CCTV had forecast that the "New Year's Eve Gala" would be broadcast tonight.
The earliest Spring Festival TV show that future generations of Chinese people remember is 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 buzz period.
However, due to the small number of televisions and underdeveloped communications in the early years, not many people were able to enjoy this kind of happiness. This year’s Spring Festival Gala is called the “New Year Gala”, and the program arrangement and style are vaguely 83 years old.
The shadow of the Spring Festival Gala.
Halfway through the party, the music from the ballet "Swan Lake" played on the TV. The actors and actresses on the stage also changed into tight costumes and performed Spanish bullfighting.
"Ah! Why doesn't this actor wear any clothes?"
Tao Yumo yelled, and Zhao Li quickly covered the eyes of his two sons. Even Tao's father frowned.
Lin Chaoyang looked at the actors on the screen carefully and said: "They should be wearing ballet costumes. The TV is black and white, so their costumes are not easy to see."
After listening to Lin Chaoyang's words, everyone took a closer look and found that it was true.
"This director didn't think carefully. He may have to write a review!" Tao Yucheng, my uncle, joked.
"The wine is fragrant and the singing is flying
My friend, please have a drink
Please have a drink
…”
Chapter completed!