Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

Xie Qi took the car key, stood up and said, "I'll go look for it."

Liao Yun nodded slightly.

Hearing the door closing, Liao Yun thought for a moment, put down her coffee and moved to the other end of the sofa. Pick up the receiver with your left hand and start dialing with your right hand.

Call your home landline number in China.

In the past, Liao Yun would not bother her husband about her daughter.

After all, my husband is busy all day long and rarely has any free time.

If the wife can't help with business matters, then she should take care of the home and not be a burden to her husband.

Before today, Liao Yun's attitude towards her daughter's love life was: whether Zhang Xuan is good or bad, sweet or bitter, it is up to her daughter to taste it before she decides, and she has to check it out before she talks about it.

In Liao Yun's eyes, her daughter is still too young anyway, far from the time to talk about marriage, and far from the time for her temperament to be finalized.

It's normal to have a boy you like in the blooming and rainy seasons. It's nothing to make a fuss about, and there's no need to get into a fight.

As for Zhang Xuan, Liao Yun has not yet formally contacted him, so there is no rush to draw conclusions.

After so many years in the mixed system, Liao Yun has seen something clearly: a boyfriend is just a boyfriend, not a husband, and cannot replace the role of a husband.

Falling in love and getting married are completely different things and cannot be compared or confused.

At the level of her family, the person you fall in love with is often not the person you marry.

Besides, judging from the situation in the hotel last time, although my daughter likes her very much, the boy may not like Tingting that much.

Therefore, she has always maintained a neutral relationship with her daughter, thinking that her daughter will get bored when she gets tired of playing. As you grow older, you will slowly build a new worldview.

As for Zhang Xuan, Liao Yun has always been indifferent. To put it bluntly, it means ignoring.

The phone rang 5 times before getting through.

"Liao Yun, I was taking a shower just now." A voice came from over there. It was Lilith's father, Wen Zheng.

Liao Yun looked at the time and asked, "You just went home?"

"Yes, I had a meeting today, it was quite late." Wen Zheng said.

Liao Yun asked again: "Have you had dinner?"

Wen Zheng replied: "I ate it. I ate it on the way back."

Then, without waiting for Liao Yun to say anything, she asked with concern: "We just talked on the phone in the morning, and you're calling me now. Is there something wrong?"

"It's something."

Liao Yun said: "I recommend a book to you, you go and read it."

Wen Zheng was stunned for a moment. His wife had not recommended any books to him for many years.

When was the last time?

It seems to have been 10 years ago. At that time, the burden on my shoulders was not so heavy and I had time to read.

But today, his wife suddenly wanted to recommend a book to him, which must be unusual. Wen Zheng immediately became interested:

"Oh, what book? It's worth calling all the way to talk about it."

Liao Yun said: "The sound of wind."

Wen Zheng was a little surprised: "The rumor?"

Liao Yun nodded and said, "It was covered in newspapers a while ago and it made a big fuss. You must have heard about it, right?"

Wen Zheng glanced at the pile of newspapers on the coffee table and replied meaningfully: "It wasn't just the fuss that was made a while ago, it's even more fussy now."

This time it was Liao Yun's turn to be surprised: "It has been published for so long. Are these media still reporting on it after they have had enough to do? Has it won an award?"

Wen Zheng smiled and said: "That's not true. It's because the author of "The Wind" has published a new book called "Latent"."

Liao Yun understood very quickly: "Is lurking more influential than the sound of wind?"

"That's pretty much it."

Wen Zheng responded and took out a newspaper to briefly introduce it: "This "latent" entered the market in early August. It has not been full for more than 20 days, but it has sold 1.3 million copies domestically, and the market response has been great. big."

Liao Yun was even more surprised now. She accidentally asked three questions in succession: "Sold so well? So popular? Is it well written?"

Wen Zheng changed a newspaper and said: "It is indeed selling well. As for whether it is well written or not, I just bought a copy today and haven't read it yet."

Liao Yun was stunned: "You took the initiative to buy a copy? You have reached a critical moment recently. You are so busy, and you still have time to read this?"

Wen Zheng understood what his wife meant, so he relaxed and said in a homely tone: "It won't work if you don't watch. This "lurking" has great repercussions in society.

A few days ago, I had dinner with a leader.

During the dinner, the leader suddenly asked me: I heard that there is a great writer in Shao City who is competing for the Mao Dun Literary Award?

I didn’t know much about it at the time, so after returning from Changshi, I planned to take the time to take a look. "

Liao Yun keenly grasped a few points, and her tone couldn't help but become a little more serious: "Does your leader know about this? Are you from Shao City this March? Are you competing for the Mao Dun Literary Award?"

Wen Zheng didn't know why his wife suddenly changed her usual image and lost her composure? But I knew there must be a reason, so I picked out a few news articles and told them to her.

The couple maintained their usual tacit understanding, with one reading the key points and the other listening quietly.

About ten minutes later, Wen Zheng said with a smile: "You understand now, there is such a powerful person in Shao City. If I, the parent official, don't know anything, it really can't be justified."

After listening to several articles about "Wind"'s huge sales at home and abroad, "Latent"'s praise in the industry, "Latent"'s impact on the Mao Dun Literary Award, and the code of the writer's tens of millions of wealth in March, Liao Yun fell into a lengthy silence.

Really fell into silence.

She usually has a fruitful and intelligent character, but at this moment she doesn't know what to say.

It seems that no words can describe the complicated mood at this time.

She couldn't help but look at the sky outside. It was still early, and the monsoon wind blowing from the Atlantic Ocean made the leaves of the trees outside the window rustle.

Liao Yun didn't even look at it. She stretched out her right hand to grab the coffee out of habit, but she missed it.

Glancing over, she saw the coffee left on the other end of the coffee table. She secretly rubbed her brows, and scenes involuntarily emerged in her mind.

Scenes about Zhang Xuan.

At the Laoliu Hotel, her daughter had a meal with him on the eve of going abroad. This was the first time Liao Yun paid attention to Zhang Xuan.

The second time I paid attention to Zhang Xuan was in a hotel near Shaoshuiqiao.

Tingting's proactive attitude that night reminded her of her from time to time.

Zhang Xuan's calm demeanor also made her a little surprised and a little unhappy.

The surprise is because it is rare for Zhang Xuan to be able to deal with women calmly at his age.

If you don't like it, that's just the nature of being a mother.

She doesn't like it when her daughter goes up on a pole to a boy like this.

And when faced with such an enthusiastic daughter, this boy didn't have much emotional fluctuations, which made her even more displeased.

What does this mean?

It represents that the apple of your eye is in an absolutely weak position emotionally.

It means that her daughter is not popular, it means that her daughter is not attractive, and it also means that Zhang Xuan does not particularly like her daughter.

Even exaggerating: the reason why the scene in the hotel happened may be because of the daughter's extreme temptation.

Who can bear this, a mother who loves her daughter more than herself?

Everyone will be dissatisfied!

But who would have thought?

In the blink of an eye, the boy who once made her feel displeased and made her unable to see any bright spots turned out to be so talented at such a young age.

I have so many honors at such a young age

It is not easy to write two masterpieces that are famous in the literary world in a row. It is extraordinary and shocking.

But now my husband told me that this piece of propaganda was going to compete for the Mao Dun Literary Award.

Zhang Xuan's "lurking" is competing for the Mao Dun Literary Award, China's highest literary award.

At this moment, this moment, this moment, Liao Yun thought she had heard wrong and was in a trance.

But she understood that since her husband said it himself, there was no way it could be false.

After waiting for a long time, but not even a word from his wife, Wen Zheng looked at the phone and wondered if the call had been accidentally hung up, so he asked:

"Still there?"

"Yes, tell me." After a few seconds, Liao Yun responded loudly.

Wen Zheng seemed to realize something and was very curious: "What happened to you today? Do you know this writer March?"

Liao Yun took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, and replied, "We know you!"

Wen Zheng asked: "Who?"

Liao Yun said: "Zhang Xuan."

Wen Zheng glanced at the latent book and asked again: "Who are you talking about?"

Liao Yun replied again: "Zhang Xuan."

Wen Zheng paused, "The boy Tingting likes?"

Liao Yun said: "That's him."

This time it was Wen Zheng's turn to be silent. He didn't believe it at first, but he believed it the next second.

Because there have been a lot of rumors about the writer March in Shao City recently.

One of the versions is magical: the writer came from Hui County in March, from Qian Town, and was about 20 years old.

This is basically consistent with Zhang Xuan's information.

And Liao Yun even called, so she must be certain.

Seeing that her husband remained silent for a long time, Liao Yun asked: "I said this, do you believe it?"

Wen Zheng said: "I believe it."

Liao Yun tentatively suggested: "Should we arrange for someone to investigate?"

Wen Zheng thought for a while and refused: "No, this is a good thing. Everyone above has heard about March, so we can just let nature take its course."

Hearing what her husband said, Liao Yun also stopped thinking about going deeper.

At this point in their conversation, the couple held the receivers and suddenly didn't know what to say.

He was stunned for a moment and didn't say anything.

Although everyone already believes that Zhang Xuan is the great writer March.

But this kind of suffocating news still came too suddenly and too violently, and it still deeply stimulated the couple's nerves.

Especially Liao Yun, how much she looked down on Zhang Xuan before, but now how much Zhang Xuan makes her look at her with disdain!

More eye-catching than diamond jewelry!

be quiet for a while

In the end, Wen Zheng was the first to break the deadlock and asked, "How did you know the news today?"

Liao Yun recounted the phone call between her daughter and Zhang Xuan, and finally said: "Zhang Xuan is coming to the UK."

Wen Zheng asked: "What did Tingting say?"

Liao Yun glanced at the shower room: "What else can I say? You should have thought of it."

Wen Zheng pondered for a while and then expressed his own opinion: "It's still early and it's not a trivial matter. Let's wait and see."

Liao Yunming understood, "Okay, let's not talk about it for now. You can take good care of yourself at home."

"Um."

After hanging up the phone, Liao Yun returned to the other end of the sofa calmly.

He picked up the coffee, looked at it, stood up, poured it out, washed the cup and made another cup.

20 minutes later…

Lilith came out of the shower, wiped her wet hair with a dry towel, and turned on the TV to watch.

Seeing this, Liao Yun also watched TV.

Neither mother nor daughter took the initiative to talk to each other, no one mentioned Zhang Xuan, and no one mentioned Zhang Xuan's great achievements. They watched the TV in tacit understanding.

It's as if Zhang Xuan doesn't exist.

…

Half an hour later.

Xie Qi came back with 3 books in her hand.

Lilith took a copy of "The Message" and saw the English title on the cover: The Message.

The original author's mark was not March in English, but the pinyin writing: Yue San.

After staring at the cover for a long time, Lilith asked expectantly: "Is this book a bestseller in bookstores?"

Xie Qimao glanced at Liao Yun, nodded and shook her head, and told the truth:

“I asked the store clerk, and the sales were quite average, and the ones who bought the most were Chinese and Asian.

British locals don’t buy too much. Most of them are bought by academic types and college students. Ordinary citizens basically don’t pay much attention to it and buy less. "

Hearing this, Lilith, who was looking forward to it, was obviously disappointed. After gently touching the cover of the book with her hand several times, she began to feel dazed.

Liao Yun listened without saying a word, glanced at her daughter who didn't know what she was thinking, and started to read.

Although it is in English, it doesn't bother Liao Yun the turtle at all.

Xie Qi seemed to understand Lilith's mood very well. After reaching out and patting her shoulder, she also sat cross-legged on the sofa and read.

Deep city.

"How much?" Zhang Xuan came out of booth No. 12 and asked the landlady.

The landlady looked at the small screen on the phone, then at the record book, and said:

"You made two calls. The first one lasted 1 minute and 23 seconds, which counts as 2 minutes; the second one lasted 17 minutes and 11 seconds, which counts as 18 minutes.

Total 20 minutes, 600 yuan. "

Zhang Xuan's eyelids jumped when he heard this. This was damn faster than robbing money.

One phone call went to a big fat pig.

One phone call accounts for more than half of an average person's annual income.

I was scolded in my heart, but after all, this was a deal I was willing to take, and Zhang Xuan was very happy to pay for it.

The lady boss took the money, looked at the fat sheep and finally showed a smile: "Young man, welcome to come again next time."

After walking out of the store, Yang Manjing covered her heart and said with a pained look: "Cousin, you are too extravagant, you are too wasteful.

If I call Xiao Shiyi, the phone bill just now can be reduced by half. "

Zhang Xuan was a little surprised: "This boss lady has a son?"

"Yes, the boss lady's son is studying in Australia, and she likes Xiao Shiyi very much." Yang Manjing said.

Zhang Xuan laughed: "If Little Eleven comes out, I think the boss lady will be furious. Where can I get half the price?"

"Oh, oh, that's right! Xiao Shiyi likes you so much, the boss lady probably has the intention to kill someone."

"So, you are a second-rate person who comes up with some bad ideas."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm a second-rate guy. You're a second-rate guy's brother, a first-rate guy."

"." Zhang Xuan glanced and couldn't help but want to hit someone.

Evening, study.

Ruan Dezhi approached Zhang Xuan: "You said you wanted a car last time, are you still interested now?"

Zhang Xuan's eyes lit up, he put aside the "ordinary world" and asked impatiently: "Does the customs have a car?"

Ruan Dezhiwen smiled and said, "Yes."

Zhang Xuan asked: "What brand of car is it?"

Ruan Dezhi said: "The tiger's head is running."

What a great car, Hutouben is definitely considered a top-notch car these days.

Zhang Xuan asked, "Uncle, how much does this car cost?"

Ruan Dezhi said: "The market price is relatively expensive, but you only need to pay 150,000 to the Finance Office."

Zhang Xuan was numb: "So cheap? Big background?"

Ruan Dezhi nodded, but did not go into details. He just said: "This was given to me specially by someone else. You can go through the formalities tomorrow. The car has been registered and the procedures are complete. You can just drive away."

Seeing that his uncle was being secretive, Zhang Xuan no longer asked further questions, but got up and went to the living room to call Li Mei.

The content of the call was very simple, asking Li Mei to come to Shekou Customs tomorrow morning to drive the car away.

It was his first car, and it was a good car like Hutouben. Although Zhang Xuan was tempted, he was reluctant to let go.

But he still handed over the car to the company so that Li Mei could go out to do errands.

After all, the business Li Mei is doing now is not small. Whether it’s foreign trade or real estate, the transactions involved are worth millions or tens of millions, and the people I interact with are even more respectable, so it’s unreasonable to always take a taxi.

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