Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

In her previous life, Luo Lin was a well-known figure all over the world, so Zhang Xuan naturally knew her in person.

Although he is only 28 or 29 now, his facial contours have already been finalized, and there is no big difference from those of later generations.

With an ordinary appearance, this was the first impression Luo Lin left on Zhang Xuan.

Extremely reserved and extremely unconfident, this is Luo Lin's second impression of Zhang Xuan.

The clothes are simple, even shabby, and anyone with some life experience can tell at a glance that this woman is in poverty.

This delicate and ordinary appearance completely lacks the legendary shadow of confidence, love for life, and elegance in every move that was reported in later news reports.

When Zhang Xuan pretended to look at her casually, she just looked at each other hastily, then lowered her head, and then rummaged for books on the bookshelf.

A few seconds later, when she felt that Zhang Xuan was still looking at her quietly, Luo Lin's rhythm suddenly went out of order, and her hands hurriedly touched one book after another without any purpose. However, his eyes were secretly examining his clothes unconsciously. Is there something wrong with him?

Seeing her embarrassment, Zhang Xuan looked away calmly and pretended to start looking for magic books.

A few minutes later, Zhang Xuan felt something, and he casually got the book Rowling wanted first.

Seeing that her book had been published first, Rowling's outstretched hand suddenly stopped in the air.

At this time, Zhang Xuan turned his head and looked at her, looking at her very seriously, but only for 2 seconds. After 2 seconds, he acted as if nothing had happened, quietly put the book back in his hand, and picked up another book. Ben left, walked to the side and read carefully.

From the moment Zhang Xuan put the book back and turned around to leave, Luo Lin, whose eyes were evading just now, immediately set her sights on Zhang Xuan.

It was carefully placed on the back of Zhang Xuan.

Later, when she saw that Zhang Xuan was no longer paying attention to her, Luo Lin withdrew her gaze and reached for the book again.

The first day passed like this. The two passed by peacefully.

Except for the initial eye contact, they never said a word. The two of them were about 5 meters apart, each busy with his own business.

The next day, Zhang Xuan arrived at the City Hall Library on time.

Somewhat surprisingly, Rowling was already there, still reading a book where she was yesterday.

Seeing Zhang Xuan reading a book beside her, Luo Lin paused, a little embarrassed, and spent the next few minutes quietly looking at Zhang Xuan with her peripheral vision.

Later, when she saw that Zhang Xuan was still immersed in books like yesterday, Luo Lin slowly put her mind back, leaving one mind to observe the outside world and 90 cents to continue looking for information.

In the following days, the two saw each other every day.

Sometimes Zhang Xuan arrives early, sometimes Luo Lin arrives early.

At the beginning, Luo Lin seemed to be a little afraid of Zhang Xuan, afraid of Zhang Xuan's indifferent eyes on the first day.

But starting from the 4th day, Luo Lin seemed to have become accustomed to Zhang Xuan reading a book not far away.

From then on, the two of them kept in harmony with each other, each looking after his own business, without saying hello in a tacit understanding.

September 13th.

The sky in London was still clear in the morning, but it turned cloudy at noon. In the afternoon, there was lightning and thunder, and it was pouring rain all over the sky.

As usual, Rowling left the library on time.

Zhang Xuan looked up at the sky outside, thought for a while, put the book back where it was, picked up the umbrella and followed him out.

Xie Qi reminded him to take this umbrella when he went out this morning. The weather forecast said it might rain today.

However, Zhang Xuan did not follow him very closely. Instead, he was just out of curiosity and wanted to see what this down-and-out lady looked like when she returned home.

Because she didn't bring an umbrella.

The rain outside was heavy and fierce. A somewhat anxious Luo Lin glanced at her cheap watch and finally gritted her teeth and rushed out in the rain.

It's so raw.

But before Zhang Xuan could finish his slander, he saw Luo Lin colliding with an elderly lady in the heavy rain.

No, it should be said that Rowling ran too fast and accidentally slipped when going down the steps. She then knocked the old lady in front of her away.

As if she was still alive, the old lady's round arm hit the sharp corner of the steps, and she suddenly started bleeding profusely.

The key is that the old lady was too old. After being knocked away on her back, she almost couldn't breathe. She was lying on the ground breathing heavily and couldn't get up.

Seeing this, seeing the scene of blood, Luo Lin was immediately stunned and immediately got up without caring about herself.

Luo Lin went to help the aunt, but she didn't dare to use strong force, and she couldn't help her up for a while.

Seeing this, Zhang Xuan thought for a few seconds, followed with an umbrella, and first glanced at the old lady on the ground at a very fast speed. After seeing the old lady's kind-hearted look, she started to help.

It wasn't that he was careless, but that he was really frightened by the news of future generations and did not dare to help the old man easily.

Forget it if it's in China. People these days are relatively simple. If you do a good thing, just do a good thing and there won't be any problems.

But this is a foreign country. If you encounter someone who is unreasonable, you will have to delay for a long time.

Seeing Zhang Xuan lend a helping hand in time, Luo Lin glanced gratefully and trotted over to help the other side.

Although the old lady is old, she is, as expected, a nice person. I simply got some medicine at a small private clinic nearby and then left.

The old lady did not blame Rowling throughout the whole process, and even comforted her in return.

But it was a comfort, but Luo Lin still had to pay for the medical expenses.

But Rowling rummaged through all her pockets and found only 9 pounds.

In the end, Luo Lin had no choice but to look at Zhang Xuan with pleading eyes, looking at the young man she had known for a week.

Zhang Xuan was speechless. He knew you were in a state of desolation, but he didn't expect you to be in such a state of desolation.

But the next second, Zhang Xuan felt that the scene in front of him seemed to be natural.

Everyone is receiving government benefits, and the weekly benefit is only 10.5 pounds. Their jobs are unstable and they have a child to raise. How much money can they have in their pockets?

Zhang Xuan smiled at her like a gentleman and helped settle the payment without her asking.

"Thank you." This was the first thing Luo Lin said to him. Her voice was not loud and she lacked confidence, but she was sincere.

Zhang Xuan didn't dwell too much on this issue. He looked up and looked outside and found that the sky had turned dark before he knew it.

He held up an umbrella and asked her: "Do you live far away? Do you want me to give you a ride?"

Being stared at by Zhang Xuan's fiery eyes, Luo Lin's face suddenly became hot, and she even felt ridiculous.

Rowling pointed forward, "My temporary residence is over there, not far away."

How do you answer this? We live so close, so should I send it to you or not?

However, this question stumped him for a moment, and the next second Zhang Xuan said grandly: "Really? What a coincidence, I happen to live in that direction, let's go together."

Luo Lin gave him a strange look but didn't reveal it. After hesitating for a few seconds, she agreed.

Two people under an umbrella, walking side by side in the rain.

After crossing a street and turning two corners, Rowling stopped.

Rowling pointed to a small alley next to her and said, "I live here. Do you want to go in and have a cup of coffee?"

Zhang Xuan pretended to be reserved: "Is it convenient?"

Rowling nodded, "I live alone, it's convenient."

very?

You live by yourself?

The child is not here?

So what do you mean?

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Zhang Xuan couldn't help but glance at the other person's figure, sin, sin, this is not his cup of tea at all.

Perhaps sensing Zhang Xuan's thoughts, Luo Lin's face looked a little strange, but fortunately the sky was dim, covering up the trace of embarrassment.

The temporary residence is on the first floor. The room is not big, with a table, a bed, and some simple cooking utensils.

After Luo Lin asked Zhang Xuan to sit down, she hurried to the shower room to change clothes.

Zhang Xuan looked at the shower room and suddenly thought about it. This woman who had been empty for a year couldn't be more interested in her face. Come to think of it.

I really don’t blame myself for thinking too much. Western women seem to be particularly pursuing freedom when it comes to sex.

In his previous life, he had read a news story about a female celebrity in the United States who made eye contact with a strange man in an elevator, and they met on the spot in the elevator, not caring that there was a surveillance camera above her head.

Thinking about it, Zhang Xuan quickly shook his head, his eyes slowly looked around the house, and finally landed on the desk.

There are a bunch of manuscripts on it.

Zhang Xuan thought, couldn't it be "Harry Potter"?

With this thought, he walked over involuntarily.

Just taking a look at the manuscript, Zhang Xuan immediately felt numb and extremely depressed.

The first thought that comes to mind is: What a fucking waste of time.

As expected, Rowling has already started writing "Harry Potter".

In fact, Zhang Xuan had already prepared for this scene.

Especially when the staff of the London Library told him that he had met Rowling, he was mentally prepared.

But he didn't give up, so he continued to come to the City Hall Library.

At this moment, when Zhang Xuan was feeling emotional, Luo Lin came out of the shower room.

Looking at the manuscript in his hand, Rowling did not blame him. Instead, she said with an embarrassed look: "I wrote this randomly, my level is limited, and it makes you laugh."

The level is indeed limited, and two words are revealed between the lines: Xiaobai.

Or to put it another way: the writing is immature, the writing skills are not solid, and the pen tip cannot express profound thoughts.

But fortunately, creativity can, which is the basis of fire.

Zhang Xuan smiled, thought for a while and replied: "This subject is good. I have also been thinking about a book on the same subject recently."

Thinking that he was reading magic books every day, Rowling was confused for a moment, then disappeared immediately, and then asked in surprise: "Are you a writer?"

Zhang Xuan admitted it simply: "My profession is writing, and I have published several books in our country."

Seeing that she met the same kind of people, those who were much better than herself, Luo Lin's mind suddenly became much broader.

He asked tentatively: "Are you from China?"

Zhang Xuan nodded, then looked into her eyes steadily, observing her expression.

He knows that due to the control of public opinion by Western mainstream media, most ordinary people in Europe have serious deviations in their understanding of the country these days.

Even twenty years later in the new century, in the age of such a developed Internet, there are still Westerners who think that the big Eastern countries are poor and backward.

It's really short-sighted, and there's no way to explain it...

In fact, Zhang Xuan has always had an idea in his mind. When he was planning to change his waistcoat and write a new book, he always had an idea: through his own pen and his identity as a world-renowned writer, he would let some knowledgeable people re-understand China, and then through They spread objective things by word of mouth.

Let the great image of China slowly spread to the world.

Although this ambition cannot be realized by one person, it cannot be realized by one person.

But as a Chinese, as a descendant of Yan and Huang, we have this responsibility and this obligation.

Even if your ability is limited and your influence is limited, just do your best.

Don’t try to reach the sky in one step, don’t try to change the world by yourself. Just do what you can.

There is an old saying: A thousand-mile embankment breaks down in an ant nest.

He wants to be one of those densely packed hundreds of millions of ants to break through the ideological barriers of foreigners and let them see the power of the Eastern dragon.

Thinking of the difficulties of the journey to bid for the Olympics, the national celebrations after the successful bid, and the hardships of joining the WTO, Zhang Xuan felt that it was his duty to do so.

Seeing Luo Lin, Zhang Xuan had an idea in his mind. Before this woman became a social elite and before she became a world-class famous figure, he might be able to change her by conveying some opinions to her.

Because he knows that once these people transform into social elites, they will be easily affected by the elite environment, and will easily become arrogant, turn a blind eye, and lie easily.

Therefore, if you want to influence a person, you must influence her from the time when she is most helpless and difficult, and leave traces in her heart. This way, the cost is the lowest and the gain is often the greatest.

Of course, if in the end it is all in vain. That's okay, "Harry Potter" won't be written anyway, and "Harry Potter" belongs to others anyway, so just relax and relax.

His temperament never forces anything.

Faced with Luo Lin's question, Zhang Xuan smiled politely and said, "Yes, from China."

Then he extended his hand and introduced himself: "Hello, let me meet you. My name is Zhang Xuan. Nice to meet you."

Luo Lin was stunned for a moment, then she stretched out her hand fearfully but happily and shook it: "Hello, my name is Luo Lin. Nice to meet you."

Later, Luo Lin made coffee and Zhang Xuan drank coffee. After finding a common topic, the two of them started talking like a dam releasing water. They chatted about magic for more than two hours.

Later, Zhang Xuan felt that it was getting late, so he said goodbye and was forced to interrupt the chat.

Luo Lin said sincerely and respectfully: "Zhang, it's a real honor for me to know you. It has benefited me a lot. Thank you."

Zhang Xuan smiled and said: "We are considered friends, so there is no need to be so polite. I'll leave today. See you in the library tomorrow."

Luo Lin looked at him shyly and expectantly: "See you tomorrow."

Zhang Xuan left, stretched and left feeling refreshed.

Through careful observation, I can see that this damn woman is a completely blank piece of paper, and has not been polluted into the future.

In fact, if you think about it, the shy Rowling now is what she was like in the early days.

Rowling's childhood was unfortunate because of her parents' dislike.

Her ex-husband was a violent maniac who would often yell at Rowling over trivial matters. As long as she dared to raise her head to argue, he would wave violent fists.

As her ex-husband tortured her day by day, Rowling gradually lost confidence in life.

Because of this failed marriage, the lonely and helpless Rowling often fell into self-doubt and self-denial.

So when Zhang Xuan suddenly broke into her life, when Zhang Xuan was very different from the people around him, warm and friendly to her, and behaved very gentlemanly and very talented, Luo Lin's mind suddenly came to life, and they talked for two hours. , her whole body and mind were filled with joy.

Listening to Zhang Xuan's words of encouragement and praise from time to time, she felt that she was recognized and respected, and almost burst into tears.

As Zhang Xuan walked, he was thinking that with the intellectual curiosity and friendliness shown by Luo Lin towards him tonight, it would not be difficult at all if he wanted her to undress and take off her clothes...

It's just a pity that she is really not my type.

If it were Mrs. Zhou, she could use some snacks and some tricks...

"Beep beep... beep beep..."

Just when Zhang Xuan was full of ambition and thinking wildly, the BB machine rang.

You don't need to look to know who it is, it must be Xie Qi.

Afraid of being worried, Zhang Xuan gathered his thoughts and quickly returned to the library door.

Across the road, Xie Qi saw him from a distance.

But before Zhang Xuan had time to explain, Xie Qi spoke first and said apologetically:

"I have an interview assignment today. I'm quite busy, so I'm late."

Yes, after hearing what she said, Zhang Xuan didn't even bother to explain.

Zhang Xuan took the initiative to ignore this, and said with a smile as if it didn't matter: "I'm a little hungry. Let's not go back to cook today. I'll treat you and have a good meal outside."

Xie Qi looked at the time: "Okay, it's really getting late, and I'm too lazy to do anything. Let's go improve the food.

But I invite you today, and you can invite me another day. "

Zhang Xuan followed him into the car and joked: "That won't work. I'll treat you today, and I'll treat you another day too. I'm a great writer and I'm rich. Don't save money for me."

Xie Qi smiled, looked at him sideways, and focused on driving.

In the following days, Zhang Xuan went to the City Hall Library on time. And every time I went, Rowling was there.

I don’t know when it will start?

I don’t know if it’s an illusion?

Rowling's appearance seems to have changed.

I don’t know who invited whom, but I became a frequent visitor to this simple house.

When Zhang Xuan noticed this later, he was a little surprised. Could it be that this woman was attracted by his good-looking face?

But it shouldn’t be!

The aesthetics of the East and the West are different, and the East and the West are blind to each other.

What domestic people consider good-looking may not necessarily be considered good-looking by others. vice versa.

Just as Zhang Xuan was staring at her face, Luo Lin gave out a heartfelt praise and looked at him with admiration: "Zhang, you are so amazing, you are so talented."

No way?

Is it another illusion?

This woman's eyes are shining! It's really shining!

It seems to be raining outside and getting dark again!

Zhang Xuan was shocked. After chatting for a few words, he said goodbye as usual.

But this time, Luo Lin did not let him go easily. Instead, she raised her head and asked, "Zhang, are you leaving? Are you going back to China?"

Zhang Xuan was stunned and asked her: "Why do you think so?"

Rowling said: "A woman's instinct tells me that you are leaving."

A woman’s intuition is so accurate, it’s such a magical thing…

Meeting her gaze, Zhang Xuan nodded gently and explained:

"I have been out for a while and I have to go back. There are still many things going on in the country."

Rowling looked a little frustrated when she heard his exact answer.

Looking at each other, Luo Lin stood still for a long time and suddenly summoned up the courage to say: "If you can, stay tonight. I still have many things to ask you..."

Um? ! ! !

Zhang Xuan was in a daze. Is it really that straightforward?

Is it really that enthusiastic?

As expected...as expected of...

It’s so different from women in China!

Seeing that Zhang Xuan was stunned and seemed to know that Zhang Xuan was determined to leave, a hint of shame flashed across Luo Lin's face. Then she stood up on tiptoes and kissed him under Zhang Xuan's gaze.

Then he took a step back and said: "Zhang, knowing you is the most precious treasure in my life. Talking to you, many things in my heart that were obscured by fog suddenly became clear. Thank you."

Hey! This enthusiastic young woman...

Zhang Xuan smiled and shook his head: "You're welcome, we are friends."

Hearing the word "friend", Luo Lin's uneasiness suddenly subsided. Then she turned around and quickly took the pen and paper, handed them over and said eagerly:

"Zhang, you are leaving, and you are leaving with a lot of talent. Please leave some writing for me."

Zhang Xuan thought for a while, but did not refuse. Instead, he took the pen and began to write: Suffering, for the weak, is the tomb of death, but for the strong, it is the soil where ambition grows.

After finishing writing in one go, Zhang Xuan put the pen on the table and said:

"This is Rousseau's famous saying. He told us that in this journey full of surprises, few people's lives are smooth sailing, and most people are struggling in a sea of ​​suffering. We must learn to be strong."

Rowling liked this sentence that was so relevant to her life. She lowered her head and looked at it for a full minute before she said to him, "It's so well written. Your English is so beautiful."

"Thanks."

After hesitating for a few seconds, Luo Lin asked again: "What is your pen name in China?"

Zhang Xuan told her: "It's called March."

"March?"

"Well, you can go to the bookstores in London and look for it, maybe you can find my book."

"Really?" Luo Lin couldn't believe it and was stunned.

"Of course, the English name is The Massage."

"Oh! You are so awesome!"

"..." Zhang Xuan smiled and said nothing.

After chatting for a short while, Zhang Xuan said goodbye again.

Luo Lin, who had been declined, no longer had the courage she had just now and did not ask him to stay the night again. I just asked for his contact information and sent him outside the gate.

"goodbye!"

"goodbye!"

ps: Rowling is an important foreshadowing, please be patient.

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(Thank you for your support, but please take good care of me. March is made of flowers and is easily broken...)

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