Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

this night.

Zhang Xuan had a dream. The scene of the dream was the backstage of a small auditorium.

In the dream, he blocked Wenhui in a corner.

Regardless of whether they agree or not, hook your fingers on someone's collar

Zhang Xuan woke up from his dream. He looked at the time and saw that it was only after 5 am.

Looking sideways at the sleeping couple, the old man became depressed.

Really very depressing!

He's in pain right now. He's not a man who has been in drought for a long time. He even had sex with his two actors in the middle of the night.

Why did I dream of Wen Hui in the middle of the night?

If it was just a dream, there would be nothing strange about it. After all, I have dreamed about it before.

But this time.

I saw something backstage in the small auditorium, although I only had a brief glimpse of it for 2 seconds. But see clearly.

I have a clear picture in my mind.

So this time my dreaming was not like the headless flies in the past. I suddenly had a very rich imagination space in my dream.

He remembered the way Wen Hui was bullied by him in his dream.

Zhang Xuan wished he could slap himself and kill him.

Is this something humans do?

Even if this dream is indeed very comfortable, it can't be done.

My daughter-in-law is still with me, but she actually has a different dream in the same bed?

And it was not Mijian that I dreamed about, which was a bit hard to accept.

To be honest, although I saw something I shouldn't have seen backstage during the day yesterday, I definitely didn't think about it afterward.

Why did you fall into a dream?

It is said that if you think about something during the day, you will have something to dream about at night.

But I really didn’t think about it!

So fucking weird.

Controlling himself not to lose his thoughts, Zhang Xuan closed his eyes again and began to try to let himself fall asleep.

But in the second half, no matter how much I fell asleep, my mind would still think of the messy scene in my dream at some point.

Unable to sleep, the old man lay down for a while, then simply got up and went to the study.

Start reading.

Find information, recharge, and prepare for your next book of traditional literature.

Speaking of writing the next traditional literature.

Zhang Xuan now has a vague idea, but he feels that he has not accumulated enough and accumulated enough.

What if it’s not enough?

Then read more.

When he mentioned reading, he thought of Li Ao who was far away in Wanwan.

I heard that Li Ao had a huge study room with a huge collection of books.

Looking around my study room, I saw that there were only about 200 books, which seemed really shabby.

Moreover, there are many things that cannot be looked up immediately when I think of them, so it seems necessary to buy a batch of books.

I don’t want too many books.

But for books on the next traditional literature and science fiction subjects, it would take more than 1,200 books.

Only then can he be worthy of his identity as a writer.

With his thoughts together, Zhang Xuan picked up the pen and started making a list on the paper, making a list of major categories so that someone could help with the purchase.

With smooth thinking and rich experience, the old man entered a state of selflessness while busy.

He didn't put down his pen until Du Shuangling came in and called him to have breakfast.

Stretching, Zhang Xuan twisted his sore wrist and asked, "What do you want for breakfast? Should you eat outside or in the cafeteria?"

Du Shuangling looked at him with a smile: "Breakfast is beef noodles under the green bamboo, let's go up quickly.

The whistle has been fried, just waiting for you to go up and put the noodles into the pot. "

"Okay, let's go."

I spent a long time with the two actors in the first half of the night yesterday, and I spent a long time with so-and-so in my dream. It was really hard.

You need to take more supplements.

Went up to the third floor, and it was Wen Hui who opened the door.

Du Shuangling went in first, bent down and started to change shoes.

Zhang Xuan and Wen Hui looked at each other through the door and silently agreed not to speak.

He didn't know what was going on, but when he saw Wen Hui, he suddenly remembered his dream last night.

His eyes glanced at Wen Hui's collar without trace, then his eyes moved down a little, and then he bent down and started to change his shoes.

Perhaps because of what happened, Wen Hui looked at him very keenly now. She stared at his profile for a few seconds and finally turned around and went to the kitchen.

Zou Qingzhu's craftsmanship is still as good as ever. The noodles are chewy and the beef is well stewed.

Zhang Xuan put a large piece of beef into his mouth, chewed it, it tasted delicious, it tasted like meat.

Fragrant and satisfying.

After swallowing it, he put another piece of beef in his mouth, and then his eyes accidentally glanced at Wen Hui's collar opposite him. It tasted even better.

This morning, his eyes were like those sneaky cats. Every time there was a first time, there was a second time. Even Zhang Xuan himself didn't notice. His eyes always glanced at Wen Hui inadvertently.

When the third glance was reached, Wen Hui's eyelashes curled slightly as she lowered her head to eat beef.

When Zhang Xuan glanced unconsciously for the fourth time, Wen Hui's left hand was silently protecting his chest.

Although the girl's expression did not change at all, nor did she raise her head to look at Zhang Xuan across from her, this move was extremely insulting.

Seeing the five fingers of his left hand tightly grasping the collar, Zhang Xuan was shocked and realized that he was cheating.

At the same time, I couldn’t help but wonder: Did Wen Hui place this hand intentionally?

Or was it unintentional?

If it was intentional, was he quietly warning himself?

With these thoughts together, Zhang Xuan knew that he could not stay in this place of right and wrong.

And he decided that he would not be able to come to the third floor again for a long time.

Sin! Sin!

Reciting Amitabha in his heart, the old man quickly finished the noodles.

I wasn’t full, and I wanted to have a second bowl. But he stopped eating, wiped his mouth with paper, said hello, stood up and left quickly.

Du Shuangling asked with concern: "Are you full?"

"Yeah." Zhang Xuanyuan hummed, waved his little hand behind his back and slipped away.

boom! Hearing the sound of the door closing, Wen Hui raised her head, glanced at the empty bowl opposite, quietly put down her left hand, and continued eating noodles quietly.

At this time, Zou Qingzhu asked curiously: "Shuang Ling, your men usually have more than this amount of food.

Did you have a stomachache this morning?

It felt like he was only half full, and there were even noodles in the pot. "

Hearing this, Du Shuangling tilted her head and looked at the empty bowl and chopsticks, thoughtfully, and then helped explain:

"He was busy in the study early this morning. Maybe he suddenly had some good creative ideas just now, so he went down in a hurry."

Du Shuangling said this, but he got up and changed his position, sitting on the seat where Zhang Xuan was eating noodles just now.

Yan smiled and muttered: "Qingzhu, look, there is still soup sprinkled on the table. I must have had a good idea just now, so I ate in a hurry."

After saying this, Du Shuangling moved the empty bowls and chopsticks away a little, and wiped the soup on the table with paper towels. The moment he raised his head, his eyes naturally fell on Wen Hui opposite him.

Wen Hui seemed unaware of the conversation between the two, and ate her noodles in the same rhythm as before.

Tao Ge called.

As soon as the call was connected, Tao Ge rushed to say:

"Sister, I just received news that the Mao Dun Literature Award Organizing Committee has just conducted the fourth round of voting."

It's okay not to mention this matter. Zhang Xuan chooses to forget this matter on weekdays.

But Tao Ge suddenly mentioned it, and his heart still tightened, and he asked, "What was the result?"

Tao Ge said, "What do you think?"

Hearing the word "guess", Zhang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he was still not exempt from vulgarity, and still failed to pass the test of fame and fortune.

Zhang Xuan guessed, "It passed, right?"

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