Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

In the past few days, Du Shuangling missed Zhang Xuan very much and cared about Zhang Xuan very much.

I often ask Wen Hui, who has been to the capital before, whether it is very cold in the capital? Could Zhang Xuan be freezing there?

Especially on the night of the 29th, she lay in bed so worried that she couldn't sleep.

Through Tao Ge's words, she understood that her man was very close to winning the Mao Dun Literature Award.

But compared with other works shortlisted for the final round, it seems a bit far away.

Du Shuangling thought over and over: If "Latent" failed to win the Mao Dun Literature Award, would he accept it? Will he be hit hard? Will it never recover from this?

In the first half of the night, she was worried about whether "Latent" could win the award. In the second half of the night, she shifted from worrying about winning to worrying about Zhang Xuan himself.

Compared to the people she likes, the Mao Dun Literature Award is just an external thing in her eyes and seems dispensable.

Of course, during this period, she naturally thought of Mi Jian, and guessed that her man must have gone to see Mi Jian.

But she was a smart person. If Zhang Xuan didn't take the initiative to meet her or tell her about it, she would pretend not to know and not ask.

She didn't want Zhang Xuan to think that she was petty and jealous, interfering with his personal freedom.

Du Shuangling knew that facing an invincible opponent like Mi Jian, he had to be very generous in order to firmly capture his man's heart.

From childhood to adulthood, having been in love with Zhang Xuan for so many years, Du Shuangling had already understood Zhang Xuan well. If you treat him well and follow him, he will treat you better.

If she went against him, she might not do anything to her, but she would undoubtedly favor Mi Jian more, which she didn't want to see.

As for Mi Jian, Du Shuangling hasn't thought of a solution for a moment, but she believes that everyone has weaknesses. As long as the weaknesses are infinitely expanded, it will be easy for Mi Jian to retreat without alarming Zhang Xuan. Isn't it impossible?

She knew her own temperament and couldn't openly make trouble. She didn't want to embarrass him, didn't want to lose points in front of him, and didn't want to lose him.

Due to the presence of outsiders, Zhang Xuan and Du Shuangling hugged each other for a moment and then separated.

Zhang Xuan raised his hand to look at his watch and said to Wen Hui and Zou Qingzhu, "It's almost dinner time. You haven't made dinner yet, have you?"

Zou Qingzhu was tongue-tied and replied enthusiastically: "No, I was just about to make it when the great writer came back. What do you want to eat? Shall we buy groceries for you?"

Zhang Xuan expressed his thanks and then said: "Don't do it. The four of us will go to Lao Deng's place to eat. My uncle is also there. It's crowded and lively."

Wenhui and Zou Qingzhu were already familiar with Lao Deng, and they looked at each other without objection.

Seeing that the two agreed, Zhang Xuan said nothing and pulled Du Shuangling downstairs.

Zou Qingzhu curiously looked at the two people walking away, then turned to Wen Hui and whispered: "Maybe we have to make out behind closed doors again."

Then Zou Qingzhu said enviously: "If I had a boyfriend like this, I would be able to be intimate with him as much as he wanted, and I would try my best to cooperate."

Wen Hui gave her a strange look, turned around and entered the piano room without answering.

But before she sat down, she thought about what might happen next, and was afraid of disturbing others, so she simply went to the living room, sat on the sofa and watched TV.

Second floor, door closed.

After the two looked at each other for about ten seconds, one lowered his head and the other raised his head slightly in a tacit understanding, connecting together.

After a long time, Du Shuangling, who was almost suffocating, hugged him tightly and whispered: "I miss you very much!"

"Well, me too." Zhang Xuan hugged her lovingly.

"One day, will you not want me anymore?" Du Shuangling put her head on his neck and asked with her eyes closed.

Although he hasn't eaten meat for several days and really wants to eat meat, Zhang Xuan also knows what priorities are.

The two worked together, and Zhang Xuan went directly to the master bedroom shower room.

Du Shuangling, as usual, helped him find a change of underwear and pants, and helped him match his outer coat, socks, and shoes.

In winter, it is perfect to eat mutton hot pot with sheep and scorpions, a good way to keep out the cold and nourish the body.

Lao Deng is a generous man. He made 5 pounds of mutton at one time, and also prepared a large basket of side dishes such as winter bamboo shoots, mushrooms, and tofu.

In addition, they cooked 5 dishes and a soup, and the table was filled with food.

"Come, let's toast Zhang Xuan and congratulate him on winning the Mao Dun Literature Award. We are proud of him." Lao Deng filled everyone's wine, picked up the cup and stood up first.

Hearing this, Ruan Dezhi, Du Shuangling, Wen Hui, Zou Qingzhu and Lu Ni all picked up their cups and stood up.

Zhang Xuan looked at Rooney and said, "Instructor, you can't drink wine when you're pregnant?"

Rooney said with a smile: "This is boiled water. Don't worry, I have already prepared it."

Zhang Xuan smiled and said to everyone: "Thank you everyone, come and cheers!"

Lao Deng was in a particularly good mood today. He took out two bottles of liquor and said to Zhang Xuan and Ruan Dezhi:

"We haven't had a drink together for a while. I can't finish these two bottles today. I just don't want to show you face. Don't tell me in the future: Lao Deng, let's have a drink."

Seeing the two bottles of liquor, Zhang Xuan suddenly felt his eyes darken, and he immediately had the urge to flee the scene.

Lao Deng seemed to see through his thoughts and quickly said to Du Shuangling next to him:

"Xiao Du, you have to take good care of your man. He is always cheating and cheating at a young age. How is this okay? If everyone drinks like him, won't all other liquor manufacturers have to close down? How can the country's GDP develop?"

Du Shuangling said with a smile: "Old Deng, the country's GDP does not depend on this, so don't always bully him."

"Hey, I bullied him? You don't know how bad this guy's mouth is. He often made me so angry that I wanted to find a broom." Recalling the past, Lao Deng also shed tears of bitterness.

Zhang Xuan picked up the wine glass with a smile, "Come on, Lao Deng, let's have just one drink."

"Have a drink if you want." Lao Deng felt that this was the best opportunity for revenge.

Zhang Xuan thought about it and felt that the cup was not big, so he accepted it.

Facts have proved that old men are not good at drinking liquor, so they should speculate anyway.

There are still two lovers here, so there is no need to tell me whether to change the white wine into boiled water.

Wen Hui and Zou Qingzhu were speechless at the sight of the husband singing and the wife following.

On the other hand, Ruan Dezhi and Lao Deng had the same chemistry. The two of them said, "Hey brothers, you have a drink and I have a drink." The bottle of liquor quickly ran out.

"Shuang Ling, Zhang Xuan, let me have a drink with you two. I wish you a long life and grow old together." Zou Qingzhu looked for an opening, picked up the cup and said to the two of them.

"Okay, thank you Qingzhu." Du Shuangling took Zhang Xuan's arm and the three of them drank.

Following suit, Wen Hui also toasted two glasses of wine.

In less than a moment, Du Shuangling, who had finished half a glass of white wine, immediately blushed, blinked her big eyes, and was about to faint.

Zhang Xuan smiled and quickly hugged her from behind to let her drink some soup.

Wen Hui and Zou Qingzhu also laughed. Wen Hui picked up the cup and said to Zhang Xuan: "My grandpa likes your manuscript very much. He said the calligraphy is very beautiful. Let me thank you."

Of course you have to thank me. After winning the award, the value of this manuscript will naturally increase, but Zhang Xuan is not the kind to care about such things.

He met Wen Hui and said, "Who among us is following whom? Don't talk nonsense like this. Come and drink."

Seeing him generously drink half the cup, Wen Hui's eyes drifted. After hesitating for a moment, she reluctantly drank half the cup the next second.

Then, and then no more, Wen Hui followed in the footsteps of the two actors, sitting quietly in her seat, waiting like a piece of wood for her body to resolve the hangover on its own.

Zou Qingzhu, who survived, covered his mouth and laughed, and quickly waved his hand to Zhang Xuan, who was looking over, begging for mercy:

"No, no, if Wen Hui and I are drunk, no one will care about us at night."

Zhang Xuan felt that this was reasonable, so he looked at the two people who were about to have a drink.

But after hesitating, he wisely chose to protect himself wisely.

The commotion lasted until about 10 o'clock that night.

Ruan Dezhi is still no match for Lao Deng. He loses every time he drinks. At this moment, he is lying on the sofa drunk and snoring.

The thunderous snoring shocked everyone present.

Zhang Xuan asked Lao Deng: "Old Deng, are you okay? Help me."

"Ha! Don't you underestimate me? If you don't run away, I will knock you down too." Lao Deng walked to the sofa and lifted Ruan Dezhi's feet.

Zhang Xuan was very dissatisfied: "Don't be a brat, I am a person with status now."

Old Deng Buyi: "You kid, don't talk nonsense to me. I'm drunk now. Who will tell you my identity?"

Zhang Xuan admires this logic!

Comrade Ruan Dezhi is too fat, too fat. Carrying him from the first floor to the second floor feels more tiring than lifting a New Year pig.

After helping to clean up, Zhang Xuan finally pulled Du Shuangling into the master bedroom next door.

"Come on, help your husband take off his clothes." Zhang Xuan turned his back and lay down directly on the bed, looking at Du Shuangling with his legs upright.

Du Shuangling glanced at him and clung directly to him, making a sound like spring water: "I won't take it off for you. If you can, don't touch me."

If you don't want to touch, don't touch. Zhang Xuan's mouth was very tough, but he just arched his body and started singing a winter hymn.

"No, uncle is next door. It's not good if he heard it." Du Shuangling saw the clothes flying to the ground one by one, and suddenly became anxious.

"Didn't you hear him snoring? I will notice it when he stops snoring," Zhang Xuan said while keeping the same movements on his hands.

"Smelly virtue." Du Shuangling didn't dare to believe him, so she bit her tongue and remained silent.

Wang Li came back and showed Zhang Xuan this month's financial bills as agreed by the two of them.

After carefully reading the financial statements, Zhang Xuan asked: "How is it there? Are you adaptable?"

Wang Li put her hands on her knees and said with a smile: "It's okay. I'm very satisfied. There's just a slight flaw."

Zhang Xuan asked seriously: "Please tell me where I am lacking."

Wang Li's eyes wandered around him, "I don't have a man, I need a man."

Zhang Xuan was speechless, where are you looking at this little girl? Where are you looking at?

I am adding 98 gasoline, what are you thinking?

After some daily teasing, Wang Li stood up and said: "Forget it, I'm leaving. I couldn't eat your meat before. Now that you have won the Mao Dun Literature Award, I can't even eat this meat. I'm leaving, don't give it away." .”

Zhang Xuan was speechless and sent him off cooperatively.

When she went down to the first floor, seeing that Rooney was not there, Wang Li whistled to Lao Deng, winked and said:

"Lao Deng, let's go and have a drink at my place? I just replaced it with a new Simmons. The spring has amazing elasticity, which can save a lot of effort."

Lao Deng was afraid of her, "Wang Li, you are a loser. You can't change. Don't be alone. Look, I have children."

"Tch, I don't envy you kid. Look, you've been tired from Rooney for the past six months, and the skin on your face is wrinkled. Hey, I really despise you. You can't even handle a woman." Wang Li smiled and used Fanning his hands, he left.

Watching this energetic figure go away, Zhang Xuan patted Lao Deng on the shoulder and said, "Fortunately you weren't with Wang Li at that time. You couldn't even handle being a guide. If you were with her, I would probably give you a wreath." You’ve given away several.”

Lao Deng was so angry that his balls ached, and he gritted his teeth and said, "You sound like you can conquer her. She is like a wild horse."

Zhang Xuansao glanced at them, turned his back and said, "You don't understand the difference between men. Let alone such a wild horse, I am tame and behaved in a group of them."

Lao Deng was very unhappy: "Hey, what you say is better than what you sing, so why don't you go and tame it for me to see?"

Zhang Xuan looked at him with disdain: "With my status, I can't hold it lightly? Why do I still put everything into my mouth like you?"

Lao Deng was so angry that he turned around and started looking for a broom.

Zhang Xuan received many calls in the past two days, all coming to congratulate him on winning the award.

He made a detailed phone list.

have to! Good guy, if you don’t know it, I didn’t expect that I would know so many people invisibly.

Newspapers are very lively these days, with endless disputes surrounding the four winning works and four writers of the Mao Dun Literary Award.

Among them, an article by a professor from the National People's Congress aroused widespread discussion.

A professor from Renmin University made a comment: Is "Latent's winning of the Mao Dun Literature Award a breakthrough or a tragedy?"

Take a look at the text: Among the four award-winning works, "Latent" caused the most controversy.

Some people think this is a sign of the openness of the literary world and opens up new ideas and directions for award evaluation.

Some people think this is the tragedy of the Mao Dun Literature Prize, because "Latent" is a popular novel without much thought and artistry.

There are two completely different evaluations. I am extremely cautious when reading, for fear of being controlled by stereotypes and extreme emotions.

On the one hand, I try hard to find the advantages of the work, and on the other hand, I don't let go of the shortcomings. I want to see how good or bad the work is, and to what extent?

How much thought is there?

Just how historic is that?

How many innovations in narrative techniques are there?

The article is very long and all aspects are analyzed in detail. Zhang Xuan read it very seriously.

At first, the professor seemed to be judging with a fair eye, but the further he read, the more he felt dissatisfied.

Zhang Xuan frowned, damn, this is a typical hidden needle!

Especially the summary at the end: "Latent" does not deserve to win the Mao Dun Literary Award. This is an accident in the selection of the Mao Dun Literary Award.

This fool targeted me like this, how did I offend him?

Seeing that Zhang Xuan was unhappy, Du Shuangling who was next to him quickly comforted him and said, "My dear, we don't care about him. This is a typical jealousy."

Zou Qingzhu followed suit: "That's right! He's still a professor. He's just a professor with such a small belly. I, a weak woman, can't even look down on him."

Hearing Zou Qingzhu's words, Wen Hui couldn't help but smile knowingly, and then handed a newspaper in her hand to Zhang Xuan, "Take a look at this."

There was a piece of news in the newspaper Wen Hui showed him.

A piece of news from Japan’s Nobel laureate Kenzaburo Oe.

I saw Kenzaburo Oe, this year's new Nobel Prize winner in literature, at a press conference when a reporter asked him his views on East Asian literature.

Chinese writers are mentioned among them.

Oe Kenzaburo told reporters: "My three favorite Chinese writers are Lu Xun, Mo Yan, and March. Not long ago, I stayed up late to read March's new book "Latent"."

It is said that the Nobel Prize in the world is the top prize in China. After reading this news, Zhang Xuan felt better. He put aside the newspapers in front of him and was too lazy to pay attention to these clowns.

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