Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

A house in Shaanxi.

The sofa and coffee table were filled with various evening newspapers, and the floor was piled with cigarette butts.

Lao Chen was smoking and looking out the window in a daze. The north wind came in and blew the newspapers in the room into a mess, but he didn't care.

At some point, a woman came in.

Seeing Lao Chen who was worse than a chicken coop, the woman felt very distressed.

After packing up the newspapers and sweeping up the cigarette butts, the woman asked Old Chen:

"Old Chen, it's winter. Are you going to go back to your hometown with me to feed the chickens and cows, or are you going to stay here and revise the manuscript?"

When he heard about feeding chickens and cows, Lao Chen smiled bitterly, turned around slowly and said, "Give me a little more time, and I'll finish revising the manuscript."

The woman thought of something, leaned over and asked: "There are rumors outside that a leader is willing to pay 1.5 million for your manuscript. Why don't you sell it?"

Lao Chen put out his cigarette and said, "I want to try again."

The woman understood: "You still want to compete for the Mao Dun Literature Award?"

Lao Chen nodded.

The old woman took out a newspaper, pointed at the writer March on it and said, "Are you unwilling to admit defeat, or do you really think it's okay?"

Lao Chen's eyes stayed on the newspaper for more than ten seconds, and he said complicatedly: "They are all there."

The woman was silent for a while, not having the heart to comfort her, but finally said: "Then you have to cheer up and stop smoking every day. I just counted that you have smoked 4 packs today. This is not good for your health.

If it happens again next time, you might as well go home with me and work in the fields. As a woman, I have to take care of my children, support my family, and take care of you. I’m tired too. You can’t cause any more trouble for me. "

Lao Chen murmured, wanting to say a lot, but he didn't say anything. In the end, he just said okay.

I originally wanted to invite Editor-in-Chief Hong to have a meal at a hotel, but he refused and said he would just eat at home to feel more comfortable.

There was no way, Zhang Xuan and Tao Ge had no choice but to go shopping.

Then Zhang Xuan went to cook, and Tao Ge helped.

It has been a long time since I cooked. Ever since I met Wen Hui and Zou Qingzhu, Zhang Xuan has almost forgotten what it feels like to touch a cooking spoon.

Zhang Xuan asked while cooking: "When will you go to England?"

Tao Ge was dissatisfied: "Since you are so prosperous here, you want to drive me to the UK to help you?"

Zhang Xuan argued: "Don't speak so harshly, I will pay you."

"That's pretty much it."

As he said that, Tao Ge suddenly turned around and poked him: "Is your classmate from England also your crush?"

Zhang Xuan refused to admit it even to death: "If you met Mi Jian, would you still be interested in ordinary people?"

Tao Ge didn't take it seriously: "Maybe you are used to eating delicacies from mountains and seas and want to change your taste?"

Zhang Xuan was speechless: "The problem is that I haven't eaten the delicacies yet."

Tao Ge teased: "Are you saying that Shuangling is just coarse grain?"

Zhang Xuan shut up knowingly.

Tao Ge was clumsy and found it difficult to cut vegetables. At this time, she suddenly thought of Wen Hui, who cooked particularly delicious dishes.

So I asked him in a low voice: "Then Wenhui's family situation should be quite good, right?"

Zhang Xuan replied: "It should be good, but I didn't ask specifically. I just feel it's not bad."

Tao Ge thought about everything, and then sighed: "What a pity."

Zhang Xuan was still smart and didn't answer.

Although there is no denying that Wen Hui has a unique charm.

There is no denying that Wenhui brings him the ultimate visual comfort, nor does he deny that he has dreamed about others several times due to his own needs for body functions.

He even took a look at the second most important female part.

But now he really doesn't care about Wen Hui at all.

And he didn't dare to think casually.

When the dishes were ready, Editor-in-Chief Hong came over and brought a bottle of red wine.

Some surprises turned out not to be liquor.

Seeing the two people looking at him, Editor-in-Chief Hong sat down and explained: "I have to leave after dinner. My wife is not feeling well today."

Yes, this is still a good man.

Even if he is old, he is still a good old man, no, a good old man.

Phew, a good man is getting old!

Tao Ge filled the three of them with wine, then raised his glass and said, "Here, let's have a drink."

Zhang Xuan and Editor-in-Chief Hong understood each other and toasted together.

During this meal, the three of them had a tacit understanding and did not mention the Mao Dun Literary Award.

They just ate and chatted about trivial things in life to cultivate the relationship between the three of them.

Editor-in-chief Hong was not greedy. When he was about to leave, he patted Zhang Xuan on the shoulder and said, "Looking forward to your next book."

"Hey, okay." Zhang Xuan stood up and walked him out of the door.

Watching Editor Hong disappear at the end of the street, Tao Ge turned around and asked him, "When will you return to CUHK?"

Zhang Xuan thought for a while and said, "Tomorrow afternoon."

Tao Ge said, "After seeing you off tomorrow, I will go to England the day after tomorrow."

Zhang Xuan pretended to be polite: "You have one more day of rest, and I will go to the airport by myself."

Tao Ge flipped up his hair: "Okay, then I'll go to England tomorrow."

Zhang Xuan: "."

I'm just being polite to you, but you really won't give it away?

Have a night's rest.

The next day Tao Ge got up and said, "Let's go, sister will take you to CUHK. I will pick up the ticket later and deliver it to you at noon."

"No, do you really want to leave today?"

"Of course, I've already asked someone to arrange my ticket."

Zhang Xuan was dizzy: "What time is it?"

"It's around 3 p.m."

"then what do I do?"

Tao Ge said: "I will throw the car keys and room keys to you then. You can decide whether to stay or go. Just don't bring anyone to dirty my master bedroom. You can do whatever else you want."

Zhang Xuan frowned: "You are a little weird today."

Tao Ge smiled and said: "That's right, women, there will always be a few days when things don't feel right, you have to get used to it."

Zhang Xuan said: "When I first saw you, I thought you were quite intellectual."

Tao Ge stared straight ahead: "In the eyes of outsiders, I have always been that intellectual, elegant, high-quality woman."

"Okay, I have to thank you for not treating me like an outsider."

Hearing his strange voice, Tao Ge smiled and stopped answering.

Arriving at Mi Jian's classroom again, Zhang Xuan found that everyone was secretly glancing at him.

It was okay and stable at first, but when people from several nearby classes pretended to be passing by, pretending to be in the class to visit and watch him, the old man couldn't stand it anymore.

Zhang Xuan asked in a low voice: "How many classes do you have this morning?"

Seeing the embarrassment on his face, Mi Jian suggested: "Four periods. How about you go to the campus for a walk first, and after the second period, come pick me up downstairs."

Or a compromise...

Zhang Xuan complained: "I did useless work yesterday, and I hugged you for nothing."

Mi smiled and stared at him with bright eyes, silently.

With everyone reluctant to leave, Zhang Xuan left the teaching building.

The snow stopped, Zhang Xuan was walking on the road, and unknowingly came to the School of Journalism and Communication.

He didn't know whether it was conscious or unconscious.

But when he saw the words "news dissemination", he naturally thought of Seagate.

The woman who sent herself four books and 4,000 yuan.

Is she in class now?

Do you want to go in and take a look?

As he thought, he had an impulse to go in and take a look.

But after taking only five steps, he stopped again. It's easy to find her by yourself, after all, there are only so many classes in a school for a specific major.

The question is to find her, what to say to her?

How to face her?

This is a difficult question.

With these thoughts in mind, Zhang Xuan stopped again, then turned around and planned to leave.

As soon as he turned around, he was stunned.

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