Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

Wen Hui looked at the wine in the glass and said, "You didn't tell the truth."

Zhang Xuan said: "The truth? What is the truth? With my current conditions, can ordinary girls fall in my eyes? Just say Wu Yao just now, her figure and appearance are very good, but do you think she can be in my heart? Can you pry open a little gap?"

Wen Hui looked up at him, "Are you really so dedicated?"

Zhang Xuan took the half bottle of beer next to him, put it to his mouth and blew it in one breath, then said: "Then what do you think I am doing?"

Wen Hui glanced at the empty bottle and said, "I don't know how much you care, but my intuition tells me that you are not a dedicated person, otherwise the two actors would not be so wary of you for no reason."

Did this bitch have a seizure today?

Catch me and slap me in the face?

Zhang Xuan retorted: "Aren't we also on guard against you?"

As soon as he said this, Zhang Xuan regretted it and wanted to slap himself in the face.

He was so clueless that he tore off the window paper that the two of them had maintained for more than a year.

Although the two of them knew very well why Shuang Ling was guarding them.

But in the past, the two of them had a tacit understanding, and no one mentioned this issue, pretending that there was no such thing, and they got along very harmoniously.

Sure enough, Wen Hui fell silent after hearing these thoughtless words.

After a minute of silence, she reached for another bottle of wine and poured it for herself. She drank one glass after another without even looking at Zhang Xuan or caring that there was a big living person sitting next to her.

After drinking four glasses in one go, Wen Hui shook the empty bottle, lowered her eyelids and exhaled. After a long time, she said, "I have something to do with you this time."

Zhang Xuan nodded: "I know, you tell me."

Wen Hui pondered for a few seconds and then said: "My grandfather was the editor-in-chief of a newspaper in Shanghai when he was young. His biggest hobby was writing articles. He liked to interact with educated people. Later, because of the country's difficulties, he gave up his writing and joined the army. carried out revolutionary work.

After he changed his career, he continued the hobbies of his youth. He liked to interact with educated people and collect rare books.

He read about your "rumors" and "lurking" and never forgot about it. My elders are all guessing that your book must have touched his past memories, so..."

Having said this, Wen Hui did not continue speaking, but raised her head to look at him. The simple black and white were extremely pure at the moment.

After looking at each other for a long time, Zhang Xuan asked: "Does he want to buy my manuscript?"

Wen Hui said "Yeah" a little embarrassed.

Although I had long guessed that Wen Hui was acting out of character today, treating herself to dinner for the first time, and talking to herself so many times before, there must be something going on, and it shouldn't be a trivial matter.

But I didn’t expect to put the idea into my own manuscript.

To be honest, he didn't really want to sell this thing.

Let’s not talk about personal feelings and cultural values. From an economic perspective alone, keeping it in your own hands is becoming more valuable day by day.

But he was in trouble again. It was not anyone else but Wen Hui who made this request.

Although there is a layer of estrangement between the two, it does not prevent the two from having a strong relationship.

Especially in the past year or so, I don’t know how much I have taken advantage of.

Zhang Xuan asked: "Which book manuscript does your grandfather want?"

Wen Hui looked at the chopsticks and said, "lurking."

Zhang Xuan asked: "Have you ever thought that I would reject you?"

Wen Hui said: "I have been thinking about it for a long time."

Zhang Xuan asked: "Then you still embarrass yourself?"

Wen Hui said: "That's why I invite you alone today."

Zhang Xuan asked: "Is your grandfather very good to you?"

Wen Hui said: "Well, I am the only father who has doted on me since I was a child."

Zhang Xuan waved his hand and called to the proprietress: "Bring me two more bottles of beer and a dry-pot duck. I want it to be spicy."

"Okay." After the money came in, the landlady left happily.

The wine is served quickly, and the dry-pot duck is not slow either.

Zhang Xuan looked into her eyes and asked, "Can I still drink?"

Wen Hui put the cup in front of him.

Zhang Xuan filled two glasses and said, "The weather is getting colder. Let's have a nice drink today. Thank you for taking care of me and Shuangling in the past year and a half."

Especially when he entertained distinguished guests from the capital for me and taught me how to sing, I have always been very moved.

Just because we are friends, and you and Shuang Ling are best friends, I have never asked you and Qingzhu about repaying favors. I toast you this cup. "

"Yeah." Wen Hui looked into his eyes for a second, then touched him lightly with the cup.

After drinking two glasses in a row, Zhang Xuan said, "Can you still drink? Don't force yourself."

Wen Hui smiled knowingly: "We had drinks at Lao Deng's house. You have seen my drinking capacity."

Zhang Xuan joked: "You were drunk that time."

Hearing this, Wen Hui lowered her head, smiled and kept silent, quietly sipping her drink.

During the second half of the meal, the two of them barely spoke.

But the atmosphere was not awkward at all. It was back to the way it was before. The two of them made eye contact the most, ate quietly, and finished the two new bottles of beer.

Zhang Xuan likes to eat dry-pot duck, and Wen Hui is afraid that she will eat too much, so she waits for him to eat at the end and watches him eat silently.

Zhang Xuan asked: "Are you still getting up in the middle of the night to find something to eat?"

Wen Hui said: "When I get up from time to time, I always have milk and bread at home."

After picking and choosing, Zhang Xuan finished the last piece of good duck meat, wiped his mouth, and waved to the proprietress to come over and prepare to pay the bill.

Wen Hui took the initiative and said, "I'll do it."

Seeing that she was serious, Zhang Xuan stopped paying the bill.

After leaving the restaurant, he stretched and said casually: "None of the restaurants outside can match your craftsmanship. It will be difficult to invite you back for dinner in the future."

Wen Huiqiao smiled and said, "I can be lazy."

Zhang Xuan hurriedly said: "Then don't be lazy, I like your taste."

smell?

What is the taste?

The taste of the food, or the taste of the collar?

Wen Hui remained silent and walked directly across the road and entered the south gate.

At this moment, Zhang Xuan stood there and was extremely depressed. Did he open his mouth today or something?

The two people were almost reconciled, but they finally found a gap.

After watching Wenhui leave, Zhang Xuan touched his mouth and stopped being pretentious.

I’m too lazy to be pretentious!

Anyway, she's not her own woman, so she can just let her go as long as she wants. What consequences are none of her business?

After stopping for a few seconds, Zhang Xuan planned to go to the grocery store to buy two bottles of ink. The ink at home was almost running out.

Just when I was passing by a food stall, I suddenly saw a person.

Ou Ming was sitting in a corner, drinking alone.

Zhang Xuan was surprised, sat down and asked: "Old Ou, why did you drink alone today?"

Seeing that it was him, Ou Ming called the boss directly, asked for a pair of bowls and chopsticks, and added two dishes.

Ou Ming said: "Brother Xuan, I know you have a distinguished status now, but I am feeling bitter today. Please have a few drinks with me today."

Zhang Xuan guessed: "Lost in love?"

Ou Ming said with a depressed look: "I was broken up."

Zhang Xuan asked: "What's the reason?"

Ou Ming said: "She had dinner with me today and after watching the movie, she suddenly said to me: Ou Ming, let's break up. I asked why, and she said she had found a better one."

Zhang Xuan: "…."

Zhang Xuan probed: "How do you feel now?"

Ou Ming took a sip of wine and said, "To tell you the truth, Brother Xuan, I'm very sad right now."

Zhang Xuan didn't believe it: "This isn't your first love. You've fallen out of love for the fifth time, and you're still sad?"

Ou Ming was unhappy and turned to look at Zhang Xuan seriously: "Brother Xuan, I have told you many times that I treat every relationship seriously, and every time I fall in love, I treat it as a love relationship.

Brother Xuan, let me judge you. I just want to have a good relationship, and I don’t pursue a grand relationship. Why is it so difficult?

I am also very motivated. Every time I fall in love, I correct one of my shortcomings. How come I have nothing left in the end? "

Zhang Xuan patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "I think it's because those girls are blind, it has nothing to do with you.

Besides, it's better to break up now than in the future. Anyway, fortune tellers say you have to talk about 9, and the first 8 are destined to be divided, so why bother? "

Ou Ming touched his bald head and said, "But I feel uncomfortable."

Zhang Xuan said: "Don't feel bad, the sixth love will come soon, and it will be the first love again."

Ou Ming grimaced: "The fortune-telling is fake. I used money to bribe the monk to do the fortune-telling."

Zhang Xuan said: "Where is the lie? It has only been three semesters, and you are already talking about 5. Is there any more true fortune-telling in the world than this?"

Ou Ming said: "But I'm still heartbroken. I haven't eaten any of those girls, and they cost me a lot of money."

"Yes, money. You lost the bet this time. Here is money, 60 yuan." Zhang Xuan's eyes lit up and he reached out for money.

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