Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

Looking out the window, the winter sky cannot be distinguished from the horizon, except for the gray sky, and only the bare branches are left, shivering in the cold wind.

Why…

The sparrows on the sycamore tree disappeared, but there were sparrows on my body.

Zhang Xuan stretched his bulging temples. Xiandao Niang Xipi didn’t know what was going on, she just met Wen Hui once, but she was thinking about her in her dream last night.

Tan Lu, a regular customer in the past, disappeared, but was replaced by Wen Hui in panic.

You say it's inexplicable or not...

It’s so fucking outrageous!

It stands to reason that Wen Hui is not the plump type of woman, nor is she a charming woman, and some parts of her body are not particularly prominent.

How can one fall into a dream?

It just feels unreasonable.

It just feels ridiculous!

But if you think about it carefully, from a man's perspective: Although Wenhui is a lady-like woman, she must admit that she is born with charm, looks and temperament, and a good family environment also has a bonus.

I had only seen her once at close range, but I clearly remembered her every word and deed, every tiny movement, and every smile.

Thinking of his comfortable face and pitiful temperament, the old man quickly patted himself.

Grandma is a bear!

I'm not a scumbag, so why do I want her?

Besides, no matter how good-looking and elegant, is it still better than Mi Jian?

There is no one better than Mi Jian, not even Wen Hui or Zhou Huimin.

When I thought about it, I suddenly felt a lot more at ease.

At the same time, he was thinking, were the three people he was drinking with drunk?

I, who always thought I was okay with drinking, turned out to be my younger brother last night. What a shame!

Today is Monday, there are six classes.

Zhang Xuan didn't dare to delay, so he hurriedly got out of bed and took a shower.

After taking a shower and washing his hair, he was ready to rinse his mouth. He didn't know what his habit was, but he always liked to leave his mouth behind to rinse.

Just gargling made him depressed.

Zhang Xuan found four cups, four toothbrushes, and four towels on the shelf...

Du Shuangling, what do you want to do?

This is not okay. I rent a house by myself only for writing and living together. Other people are not welcome.

He had just made a preliminary plan this morning on how to transcend his wife and make her realize that form is emptiness and emptiness is form. The couple would be of one heart and mind and sleep together and rise together.

Reach the legendary "Reunion" divine realm as soon as possible.

Don't let anyone disturb you at this critical moment.

Rolling his eyes, Zhang Xuan gave up the idea of ​​washing his underwear, took it out of the bucket and placed it directly at the door of the bathroom.

Although this may seem unsightly, comrade Shuangling, you should understand what I mean, right?

I'm not a young man anymore. If you make me foam at the mouth every day, then don't blame me for going to the capital!

…

"Zhang Xuan, your letter!"

I hurried to the classroom. Before I even opened the college English textbook, Xiao Eleven walked in alone from the back door.

When Shen Fan saw this, he gave up his position very wisely.

Xiao Shiyi was not polite, smiled at Shen Fan, and sat down next to Zhang Xuan very naturally.

Zhang Xuan glanced at this shameless man and didn't bother to say anything else. Because it's useless.

Zhang Xuan asked, "Who sent it?"

Xiao Shiyi did not answer, but quietly gave him the mail package of "People's Literature".

Watching Zhang Xuan take the parcel, Xiao Eleven's mood was complicated. He was both inexplicably happy and inexplicably melancholy.

This reminded her of yesterday's scene.

Yesterday, the mailroom.

"Little Eleven, here you come to pick up the mail again." Teacher Chen in the mailroom was very impressed by this outstanding-looking Little Eleven and remembered her after only being in contact with her once.

"Good afternoon, teacher, do you have a letter from us in charge of Class 2 today?" Xiao Eleven asked expectantly.

"I remember there was one." As he said this, Teacher Chen came to the designated area belonging to the School of Management and quickly found the mailbox grid of the 2nd Class of the 93rd School of Management.

Teacher Chen took out the mail bag and looked at it, then curiously asked: "Does anyone in your class subscribe to literary publications?"

When Xiao Shiyi heard about literary publications, his heart skipped a beat. He reached out to take it and said perfunctorily with a smile: "I guess he loves literature."

Teacher Chen nodded and thought so. Hobby for literature is not uncommon these days.

Holding the only postal parcel in the class, Xiao Eleven didn't know how to get out of the Foreign Languages ​​School. She just felt that the corridor was so long and empty, and her whole body seemed to be floating out like the wind.

After leaving the School of Foreign Languages, Xiao Eleven stared at the mail parcel in his hand for a long time, and then had a momentary impulse to take it apart and take a look...

But in the end, reason suppressed desire, and cultivation defeated impulse.

…

When he saw the mail package of People's Literature, Zhang Xuan became excited. He had been waiting for it for too long with some expectation in the past few months.

I have been waiting for autumn to turn into winter, and the flowers are almost withered!

Taking a look at Xiao Shiyi next to him, he knew that the writing matter could no longer be hidden from her, so he simply stopped hiding it and simply opened the mail package.

As usual, there was a copy of the issue in the mail, as well as a letter from the editor.

As usual, I ignored the sample issue and eagerly opened the editor's letter.

This time the editor's letter is much longer than before, with a full four pages of letter paper.

Zhang Xuan spent about ten minutes reading it word by word twice. Suddenly, he was in a surging mood. His chest was full of pride and ambition. He really wanted to raise his head and let out a loud roar to vent his full pride.

At this moment, holding the editor's letter, he felt that the world was crawling at his feet. He felt so damn accomplished.

Very fulfilling!

The editor's letter has four pages, but the content can be divided into five paragraphs.

The first paragraph: Just like last time, every word is full of admiration and emotion for "Feng Sheng"'s characterization, creative techniques, environmental description, theme sublimation and artistic achievements.

The editor's language is as simple as Chinese, but it almost makes Zhang Xuan's soul burst out of his body. It is indescribably useful.

Second paragraph: The editor told him that as soon as "The Wind" was published, it received widespread attention in the literary field and received rave reviews from readers.

In the past few months, People's Literature has received hundreds of phone calls and thousands of letters from readers every week.

There are letters from readers urging updates, but more often they are letters of thanks and praise.

The third paragraph: The content is very simple, but it almost made Zhang Xuan so excited that he wanted to cry.

In order to meet the strong demand of readers, after careful consideration, People's Literature decided to temporarily stop publishing other types of articles and novels, and serialize "The Wind" in its entirety until its completion.

The editor said in a consultative tone that he hoped Zhang Xuan could mail the remaining 100,000 words to them this time.

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