Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

Zhang Xuan smiled and said shamelessly: "Daughter-in-law, please don't glare at me. If you do, something will happen."

The two looked at each other for a while.

Then Du Shuanglingyan smiled and whispered in his ear: "My dear, wait for me to come home tonight."

Although Zhang Xuan had some resentment before, he never had expectations.

When he heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, "Really?"

"Um."

Du Shuangling happily agreed, and then added, "Don't you like "Zhong"? Will "Zhong" take care of you enough this time?"

Upon hearing "hit", Zhang Xuan's eyes dimmed immediately and he said in a consultative tone:

"There is no "down", so what about "up"?"

Du Shuangling smiled and said, "Okay, I'll ask my mother first."

After saying that, he blinked like he usually did and walked away proudly.

Zhang Xuan, "..."

Damn it!

This girl is taking pleasure in herself.

…

"Zhang Xuan, your letter!"

In the advanced mathematics class, when Zhang Xuan just sat down, Little Eleven in front of the classroom came over with a smile and gave Zhang Xuan a letter.

Standing quietly in the aisle, when he forced Shen Fan away with his eyes again, Xiao Eleven said slowly: "Shen Fan, you also have a letter from home."

Glancing at Xiao Eleven who was sitting next to him, Zhang Xuan was already numb and too lazy to say anything more.

Because it's useless to say anything.

The registered letter was sent to him by "Zhiyin" magazine. The content was very concise and urgent. It was to urge Zhang Xuan on his manuscript.

The editor of Zhiyin Magazine seemed to have sensed something, or heard something. The tone between the lines was very good, and he had a lot of nice things to say, hoping that Zhang Xuan would continue to contribute.

I'm sorry!

I don’t plan to write anymore…

Zhang Xuan sighed.

For the sake of reputation, I have already decided not to publish articles on Zhiyin.

But when facing this editor's letter, he still felt inexplicably frightened and felt empty.

After a few seconds of silence, Zhang Xuan found a piece of paper and began to write a reply letter with regret, outlining the reasons why he would not continue to contribute.

Things must have a beginning and an end, and being a human being must have a beginning and an end.

Although there was a lot of dissatisfaction with "Zhiyin" magazine due to the issue of royalties.

But when I was living in hardship, the generous remuneration from Zhiyin Magazine also gave me a lot of help.

After burying his head and writing 500 words in one breath, Zhang Xuan finally gave an explanation to himself and Zhiyin Magazine.

I was even thinking that if I have a chance to meet this editor in the future, I should treat him to a meal.

People are all like this. When you get out of that predicament, when you look back, you will feel less resentful and more grateful.

Of course, except for the murderous parents who take away the wife's wealth due to deep hatred.

After writing a reply letter to Zhiyin Magazine, Zhang Xuan thought about it, took out another piece of paper, and wrote the same letter to Youth Digest.

Since Zhiyin Magazine has stopped writing, then Youth Digest should also take the initiative to stop writing.

Hey, we can't favor one over the other and make people resentful.

In fact, he still has a good impression of Youth Digest.

It's just that life is always moving forward, and as you go, you have to let go of some things, forget some people, and forget some things before you can reach the end.

After writing two letters, a class passed before I knew it.

At this time, Ou Ming on the left suddenly pulled Zhang Xuan's sleeve quietly and whispered: "Brother Xuan, I think something is wrong with Lao Shen."

Hearing this, Zhang Xuan subconsciously glanced at Shen Fan, who was driven to the other side of the aisle by Xiao Eleven. But they found that Shen Fan was gone and the position was empty.

Zhang Xuan turned around and asked Ou Ming: "Where are the others? Why is something wrong?"

Ou Ming pointed to the back door of the classroom and said, "Old Shen dropped his head and went out after reading the letter, with a sad face, as if he was crying."

Zhang Xuan was stunned for a moment, then stood up and said, "Let's go take a look."

Ou Ming stood up and said yes.

The two left the classroom and searched around the fourth floor, but no one was there.

I searched the toilets, corridors, and empty classrooms, but no one was found.

At this time, Little Eleven also came out, stared into Zhang Xuan's eyes and said, "Do you like going to the rooftop like you?"

Zhang Xuan always felt that this woman's eyes were strange, with an indescribable absurdity.

The three of them walked along the stairs to the rooftop and found Shen Fan.

At this moment, Shen Fan was sitting against the wall with his knees bent, his head buried in his arms and crying bitterly.

Although the crying sound was very small, everyone felt the sadness.

Arriving in front of Shen Fan, the three of them looked at each other for a while, and finally Zhang Xuan motioned to Xiao Eleven to ask.

Xiao Shiyi understood, bent down and patted Shen Fan's left shoulder gently, and asked softly: "Shen Fan, did something happen at home?"

When he saw the person coming, Shen Fan's crying stopped immediately.

After about ten seconds, he raised his tear-stained head and looked at the three of them without saying a word.

Xiao Shiyi continued to explain: "If you have anything, don't keep it in your heart. It will feel better if you tell it. Tell us, maybe we can help."

Shen Fan looked at the three of them again, and without saying a word for the last time, he gave the family letter to Xiao Shiyi.

Seeing this, Zhang Xuan and Ou Ming immediately came over to take a look.

The handwriting in the letter was very sloppy and there were many typos. It didn’t look like it was written by Yao Meier, who went to junior high school.

The letter paper fills three pages, and the writing is very long-winded, but the content is actually very simple.

The general idea is: Because Shen Fan's mother had a severe cough, Yao Meier accidentally fell from a height of 6 meters while collecting herbs for her. A large piece of her left calf was cut by a stone, and her left calf was also comminutedly fractured. .

Currently, Yao Meier has been transferred from the town hospital to the County People's Hospital and has already undergone preliminary surgery. After the skin and flesh heal, a second operation will be performed on the bones.

After reading the letter, Zhang Xuan and the other three looked at each other and understood the meaning of the letter. Shen Fan's family could not raise the money for a second surgery, and Yao Meier might become disabled in her lower legs.

This is a vaccination, so that Shen Fan can be mentally prepared if something bad happens.

As soon as Xiao Eleven returned the letter to Shen Fan, he took the initiative to comfort him and said: "I have almost 800 yuan of private money, which I will get to you later. Shen Fan, don't be anxious now. If the money is not enough, we will collect it for you. I will give it to you." You put it all together.”

At this time Ou Ming also said: "Old Shen, don't be sad. I have secretly saved 184 yuan and 60 cents over the years. It is in the locker in the dormitory. Don't think it is too little. I will give it to you later. You don't need to write it this time. IOU."

Upon hearing the word "IOU", Zhang Xuan was filled with emotion and speechless. He immediately knelt down and told Shen Fan:

"Old Shen, money is not a big problem. Just call home and ask how much you need. I will pay you the rest."

Shen Fan wiped away his tears, looked at the three of them, and wiped away his tears again, but the tears still came out desperately.

In the end, Shen Fan said nothing, just nodded heavily, put the letter in his pocket, and went downstairs to make a phone call.

Zhang Xuan and the other three also followed tacitly.

The phone call ended, and everyone on the other end burst into tears.

Later, Shen Fan's family told him that there was still a gap of 1,100 yuan.

1,100 yuan is a small amount of money for Zhang Xuan now.

Maybe even small amounts of money don’t count.

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