Chapter 32 Suffering is not worth praising
“Aunt Yao, let me help…”

“Oh! Xiao Cheng, you are a guest… How can this be allowed?”

“What are you saying, Aunt Yao? I just feel bad seeing you busy all by yourself…”

“This child is so polite…”

In the kitchen, Cheng Kaiyan tied on an apron and went into the kitchen to help. While passing, washing and cutting vegetables, she kept talking and chatting with Aunt Yao Cheng.

She is good-looking, educated, can write, and has a sweet mouth and speaks nicely.

Aunt Yao was immediately coaxed into having a smile on her face that she couldn’t stop smiling.

“Kaiyan, you are only 20 years old now, so young. Where do you work?”

“Working as a teaching assistant at Beijing Normal University.”

“Oh, you work at a university? This is a good job. You are so good, do you have a girlfriend? How about I introduce you to some? Let me tell you, my sister’s family has a girl who is so pretty, a real lady from a wealthy family in Jiangnan, and she is studying at a university in Nanjing…”

Aunt Yao is from Jiangsu. Since she gets along very well with Cheng Kaiyan, she occasionally mixes in some of the Wu dialect from Jiangsu and Zhejiang into her conversation.

The two worked together for half an hour, and in less than half an hour, four dishes and a soup were ready.

Since Cheng Kaiyan had helped too much just now, Yao Cheng forced him to sit at the dining table and refused to let him serve dishes or rice no matter what.

The food was ready, and Ye Shengtao and Ye Zhicheng walked to the dining room with a thick stack of manuscript paper.

Cheng Kaiyan noticed at a glance that Ye Zhicheng looked at her from time to time. He was in his fifties, but the way he looked at Cheng Kaiyan was like a resentful young wife.

“Xiao Cheng, your novel is well written, but the ending is too tragic, isn’t it? Xiaofang is such a good girl, why did you write her to die…”

Ye Zhicheng wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes and said.

Well, now not only the old man was crying, Ye Zhicheng was crying too.

Whenever he closed his eyes, he could see Xiaofang lying on the hospital bed, saying her final goodbyes to her daughter Xiaocao. This rural girl deeply touched his heart.

She is warm and generous, and she takes action bravely even when facing love.

She is kind and strong. Facing illness, she and Song Jingming search for herbs in the deep mountains and forests of southern Xinjiang. Facing the hardships of life, she resolutely shoulders the burden…

Even at the last moment of her life, she never said a bad word about Song Jingming.

She just said that she was wrong for not being able to keep Song because she didn’t want her daughter to live with hatred all her life. She just wanted her daughter Xiaocao to live well.

Xiaofang, who had never lied in her life, told a white lie before she died…

How can such a girl not make people feel distressed, how can she not make people like her, how can she not make people cry…

“I didn’t let her die, but she was going to leave anyway… Fragrant grass is fragrant grass, and it’s still grass. Winter is coming, so how can she go against the laws of nature…”

Cheng Kaiyan felt a little emotional when she saw Ye Zhicheng, who was a little out of control.

Sure enough, all the beautiful things were presented, and then ruthlessly destroyed in the end…

The most touching.

“Then it can’t be all tragedy! Xiaofang is so pitiful! Her husband ran away, her father died, and the villagers who originally rescued her in the village also treated her indifferently… and finally she died on the eve of arriving in the capital. Aren’t all these sufferings in vain?” Ye Zhicheng said excitedly.

“sincere!”

Yao Cheng standing by looked at him sideways, having been married for decades and never having seen her gentle and refined husband so excited and out of control.

“Suffering is not a prerequisite for happiness, nor is it worth celebrating. Suffering does not lead to happiness.”

Cheng Kaiyan just ate a bite of food with a normal expression and said lightly.

In fact, the character of Xiaocao was partly written after he put himself into the character’s shoes.

Everyone was stunned and turned to look at Cheng Kaiyan. Suddenly the dining room became quiet, so quiet that even everyone’s breathing could be heard.

“Yes, suffering does not bring happiness, nor is it worth singing praises.

This sentence is really well said, it hits the nail on the head. Kaiyan is a person with extremely deep thoughts, which is rare among young people. The same is true of the last article about the submarine at night. “

Ye Shengtao looked at Cheng Kaiyan deeply and sighed. He felt more and more that this young man had unusual experiences, which allowed him to write such a work.

“Mr. Ye, thank you for the praise.” Cheng Kaiyan smiled.

Mr. Ye and Ye Zhicheng cried when they saw this, but since they could not share the same sorrow and joy as others, they just felt happy.

“Hmm… fragrant grass… from the poem “Li Sao” where the fragrant grass of the past has now become this wormwood. It means fragrant grass, which is a metaphor for virtuous and loyal people, people with good moral character…”

Ye Zhicheng also calmed down and analyzed the details bit by bit.

Xiaofang and Xiaocao are such people.

The more Ye Zhicheng thought about it, the more he felt that what his father Ye Shengtao said about this work having the potential to become a classic was right.

After lunch, Ye Shengtao took Cheng Kaiyan to the study.

The two sat at the coffee table again, and Ye Shengtao handed over a piece of grid paper with words written all over it.

“Kai Yan, I have no fault with the story of your novel. Whether it’s the early part about Song Jingming, a young man from a scholarly family in Beijing, who was just trying to get by and degenerate, or even deliberately approaching the daughter of the village party secretary in order to get preferential treatment…

Later, he worked hard for the construction of Dayu Village, and united as one to investigate the epidemic. He grew up to be an outstanding educated young man. Finally, when faced with the only chance to return to the city, the painful choice in his heart and the intense conflict between reality and ideal stimulated and magnified the tension of the characters…

It greatly displays the passionate youth of the educated youth who went to the countryside in that era. This makes me see a completely different ideological theme from the well-known critical works such as Scars, Class Teacher, and Window.

They are much better than them in terms of literary and artistic quality. Your novel is much better than theirs.

But the writing is still a little immature, and some words don’t express the meaning, and I don’t try to do my best. It’s best to go to the library to find out more about the local customs and people in southern Xinjiang and the life of educated youth, and make sure it is authentic and down-to-earth. “

Cheng Kaiyan nodded solemnly, took the paper and read it carefully.

These are exactly the omissions and areas that need correction that Ye Shengtao wrote down after reviewing it repeatedly.

There are more than sixty places, big and small, covering how to make the characters fuller, where the structure is missing, and most importantly, the ideological issues that must not be crossed.

After all, Cheng Kaiyan is a modern person who lived forty years later, so it is inevitable that his thoughts are different from those of people today in some aspects.

“It’s really hard for you to write such detailed questions. Kaiyan will definitely not let your efforts go to waste.”

“Small things.”

Ye Shengtao’s cloudy eyes were filled with a smile. This child is pretty good. It seems like it would be a good idea to have a student like him…

back home.

Cheng Kaiyan was thinking about how to make the plot more full and how to strengthen the tension of the characters while making revisions and continuing to write.

Although Mr. Ye gave suggestions for revisions, it did not mean that they had to be revised exactly as they were. Cheng Kaiyan had his own ideas.

In the following days, Cheng Kaiyan went to work as usual every day, collected homework after class, and corrected it.

After finishing my work as a teaching assistant, I stayed in the office writing, and occasionally went to the library to look up some materials.

I wrote as if I were inspired by God. Not only did I correct the mistakes quickly, but I also finished the second volume and started the third volume.

During this period, Cheng Kaiyan also received his first salary after his rebirth, which was ten yuan plus a pound of pork, five pounds of corn flour, vinegar tickets, soy sauce tickets, and some cloth tickets.

One morning the postman arrived.

“Comrade Cheng Kaiyan, do you have a letter for me?”

(End of this chapter)