Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

It was a rare visit for his uncle, so Zhang Xuan bought a lot of vegetables this time.

When passing by the first floor, I saw Lao Deng and Wang Li chatting under the eaves, so I extended an invitation:

"I'll be the host today, will you two show your respect?"

Lao Deng put down his gold-rimmed glasses and asked politely: "Is your uncle coming today?"

"Yes, I'll come over in a minute."

Zhang Xuan made a bingo with his fingers and looked at the two of them again: "Don't you shout about drinking every day? Let's have a good drink with my uncle today."

Hearing the drink, the drunken duo looked at each other, turned around, closed the door, and immediately followed them up to the second floor.

Wang Li asked: "Zhang Xuan, do you have any foreign wine? I want to drink foreign wine."

Zhang Xuan waved his hand and said cheerfully: "Yes. I haven't drunk any of the two bottles of Remy Martin XO that Yuan Lan gave me last time. This time I'm giving you an advantage."

Then Zhang Xuan turned to ask Lao Deng: "Where is so-and-so? Why didn't you see her today?"

Lao Deng said: "Tell me, Rooney. She had something to do in her hometown. She went back yesterday. She won't come back until some time later."

Dinner was cooked by Lao Deng.

There is no way, Lao Deng prides himself on his good cooking skills, but he dislikes everyone in the kitchen and looks at everyone as clumsy.

In the end, Lao Deng naturally took the spoon for his own pleasure.

Zhang Xuan was actually kicked out of the kitchen. He was so angry that he leaned against the door and cursed: "Old bachelor, you just bullied me. If you have the ability, try bullying Zou Qingzhu and Wenhui."

Old Deng said cheerfully: "I, Old Deng, are not confused. I will naturally pick the soft persimmons."

Wang Li, who was washing vegetables, interrupted: "Old Deng, haven't you had enough of the soft persimmons you've had recently?"

Oops, as soon as these words came out, Lao Deng, who was snarling just now, felt as if he had eaten shit and was shot.

Zhang Xuan couldn't help laughing.

I secretly exclaimed: Teacher Wang Li, you are simply a god!

After three o'clock in the afternoon, Ruan Dezhi came.

Ruan Dezhi walked around the kitchen, said hello to Lao Deng and Wang Li, and then took Zhang Xuan to the study.

Question: "There are reports in the newspapers that you are going to publish a new book. Is that true?"

Facing his uncle's expectant eyes, Zhang Xuan nodded, came to the desk, unlocked it, and opened the left, middle, and right drawers in sequence.

Pointing to the 15 pages of manuscripts inside, he said to Ruan Dezhi: "Uncle, the new book is here and has been finalized."

Ruan Dezhi suddenly saw so many manuscripts, his eyes suddenly burst into light, he walked over in a hurry, lowered his head and touched this and that...

Question: "What's the name of the new book?"

"It's called lurking."

"When did you finalize it?"

Zhang Xuan replied: "This morning."

Ruan Dezhi realized it and turned around and asked: "I haven't been able to contact you during this period. I can't get through no matter how many calls I make. Have you been busy finalizing the draft?"

Zhang Xuan said apologetically: "I am indeed busy, which makes my uncle worried."

Reaching out to touch the manuscript again, Ruan Dezhi expressed his understanding, but still ordered: "Go and call home now, don't let your mother miss it."

"Eh!"

In response, Zhang Xuan went straight out of the study and called Comrade Ruan Xiuqin.

As for the secret of the study, Zhang Xuan was very worried about his uncle.

Let's put it this way, there are only four people in this world that he trusts unconditionally, and that is his mother, uncle, Shuang Ling and Mi Jian.

Apart from these four people, Zhang Xuan did not believe anyone, including Zhang Ping, in the face of major interests.

It's not that there is any estrangement or gap in my heart towards Zhang Ping.

But this eldest sister is weak and easily deceived.

It is precisely because of this that Zhang Xuan, his biological mother, and even the second sister have reached a tacit consensus: they generally do not tell Zhang Ping when they encounter things that need to be kept secret.

The call came through quickly.

There were cries of children over there, and Ruan Xiuqin seemed to be helping the eldest sister with the children.

She asked with concern: "Manzai, I called you yesterday but didn't get through. Then I called your uncle and he said you went to play with your classmates. When will you be back?"

It turns out that's the case. No wonder my uncle came today, and no wonder my uncle was so anxious to make the call now.

Seeing Zhang Xuan talking on the phone, Xiao Eleven on the sofa had the insight to turn the TV to silent.

Zhang Xuan glanced at Little Eleven and said to Comrade Ruan Xiuqin: "Mom, I've been a little busy recently, and I won't be back for a while."

Ruan Xiuqin was curious: "What are you busy with?"

Zhang Xuan briefly explained the matter of lurking in the novel and the matter of Tao Ge coming over.

Finally, he promised: "Don't worry, I will come back in a few days when I'm done."

Hearing that his son was doing something big, Ruan Xiuqin was so happy that he almost jumped up. It took a long time before he calmed down.

At the end of the day, Ruan Xiuqin said happily: "Big things are important, so do the big things first. Man Zai, don't come back in a hurry. Mom will feel relieved when she hears your voice."

Then she asked: "Shuang Ling's kid hasn't come back either. He's probably with you. You ask her to answer the phone and I'll say a few words to her. I miss her a little."

Zhang Xuanhao wanted to tell the truth, saying that the couple had gone on a trip to the West Lake and were now in Shanghai.

But in order not to worry her, he chose to lie: "My uncle came to my place today. She and her uncle went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables. I will ask her to call her when she has time."

At this moment, the child's crying became louder and louder. Ruan Xiuqin tried to coax her a few times but failed to calm her down. Instead, she became even more noisy.

Ruan Xiuqin immediately said: "Man Zai, I won't tell you for now. If the child pees on her, the mother will die first."

"Hey, mom, please hang up."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Xuan thought to himself, this Ouyang Ji is indeed Ouyang Ji. It is really lucky that he diverted his mother's attention at the critical moment.

Seeing him walking into the study again, Ruan Dezhi picked up the latest edition of the manuscript and asked happily:

"When will the new book be released?"

Zhang Xuan concealed something slightly: "It will be in August, probably in August. As for the specific date, it has not been decided yet. We have to discuss it with People's Literature."

It's not that he doesn't want to reveal the prize, but it's just that he hasn't said anything about it yet, so it's not appropriate to talk too much.

Ruan Dezhi patted him on the shoulder affectionately, turned around and eagerly read the "Latent" novel.

That night, drunk Ruan Dezhi lay on the sofa and snored loudly. Zhang Xuan, Yang Manjing, and Su Jinyu were all confused.

Everyone is feeling bad.

The three of them looked at each other for a while, and Zhang Xuan asked Yang Manjing: "How did your mother survive these years when she has been sleeping with my uncle?"

Yang Manjing lowered her head and glanced at her biological father, who looked like a pig brother. She covered her face with her hands, shrugged her shoulders, and laughed silently.

Okay, another one is stupid.

Zhang Xuan looked at Xiao Eleven and said, "I told Teacher Wang Li that you and Manjing will go downstairs to sleep later. She has a bed there."

Xiao Shiyi looked at Ruan Dezhi and said yes.

The three of them worked together and spent a lot of effort to lift the fat man Ruan Dezhi to the second bedroom.

Then Xiao Shiyi and Yang Manjing went downstairs.

Zhang Xuan washed himself up and lay down on the bed.

It was rare that I didn't stay up late today, and I also planned to recuperate mentally and prepare for swimming in different swimming pools in the future.

…

It’s also night, Shanghai Stock Exchange.

Seeing Du Shuangling and Zou Qingzhu wash up and go to bed, Zhou Rong thought for a while, got up from the sofa and entered his daughter's bedroom.

Wen Hui was reading the newspaper by the bedside. When she saw Zhou Rong come in, she asked, "Mom, why aren't you sleeping yet?"

Zhou Rong's eyes stayed on the newspaper for a few seconds, then he sat on the bedside and said, "I'm in good spirits now, so I'm here to talk to you."

Wen Hui put down the newspaper, the simple black and white colors swirled around her body, and she spoke quickly:

"If you have something to say, just tell me directly, don't hide it from me."

Zhou Rong asked in a low voice: "Have the two actors changed their boyfriends?"

Wen Hui looked confused: "Shuang Ling's boyfriend has always been Zhang Xuan, never changed."

At this point, Wen Hui smiled knowingly and added: "Let me tell you this, I think it is more difficult for two actors to change their boyfriends than to destroy them."

Thinking of the extremely young face he saw last time, Zhou Rong asked again: "What does that handsome boyfriend do?"

Wen Hui said subconsciously: "Don't you know, you are studying in the same class as us."

But as soon as she finished speaking, she understood. She raised her head and looked at her mother with a half-smile: "You didn't eavesdrop on the couple's phone calls, did you?"

Being exposed by his daughter on the spot, Zhou Rong didn't feel the slightest bit embarrassed, explaining: "The kid Shuang Ling seemed very excited at the time, and my mother accidentally heard a few words."

So Zhou Rong told him about the final draft of his new book.

After listening patiently, Wen Hui looked at Zhou Rong with a smile. It wasn't until Zhou Rong could no longer hold it in any longer that she said truthfully:

"The boyfriend of both actors is a writer."

Zhou Rong was surprised: "Is this young person really a writer?"

Wen Hui hummed, picked up the newspaper again, lowered her head and continued reading.

Zhou Rong asked again: "What kind of writer? One who writes stories, or one who writes for Zhiyin magazine?"

Wen Hui smiled brightly, looked at the newspaper, and with her free right hand, she picked up a copy of "The Sound of the Wind" from the bedside table and stuffed it into Zhou Rong's arms.

Zhou Rong turned over the "wind sound" in his hand, but didn't see the meaning and asked in confusion: "What does it mean?"

Wen Hui said without raising her head: "I'm not just a storyteller. He wrote "The Wind"."

Zhou Rong thought he heard it wrong: ""Wind"?"

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