My Fiancée Returned to the City and I Became a Literary Giant

Time traveled to 1977, and I became the joke of the whole village. The fiancée ran away. Her name was Su Wan, an educated youth from Beijing, and she was the one who proposed the marriage. During the years when her father was labeled as a reactionary academic authority, I took care of her like shit, saved the family rations for her to eat, and took off my cotton-padded jacket for her to wear in winter. I thought she meant it. As a result, after her father was vindicated, she packed her bags and returned to Beijing overnight without even saying goodbye. People in the village said I was stupid, and said how could a city girl like me with my slim legs? They don't know, and I don't care at all. There are many women, but they don't have to hang on her tree. I, Li Xiangnan, a literary young man from later generations, am full of poems by Bei Dao, Gucheng and Haizi. To me, this era is not a misery, but a treasure—no one has yet written scar literature, no one has dared to publish hazy poems, and the entire literary world is waiting to be awakened. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.