Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

The next day, it was drizzling again, and the cold wind blew, giving me a chill that penetrated my bones.

I finished delivering Zou Qingzhu in the morning.

In the afternoon, the three of them went to the city to buy some new year goods.

Zhang Xuan also bought a set of clothes for Ruan Xiuqin and his eldest sister, as well as two pairs of shoes.

After buying something for myself, I had to buy some gifts for Lao Du’s family.

Wen Hui stayed with the two of them throughout the whole process, helping to carry things. It was not until the end of the shopping trip that she happened to come across the local products that she liked and bought some.

During dinner, Zhang Xuan poured Wenhui a drink and thanked him: "Thank you for your hard work, Comrade Wenhui, for helping us carry things for the whole day."

Receiving his gaze, Wen Hui smiled knowingly, "If I don't follow you, I won't have anywhere to go."

Du Shuangling held Wen Hui's hand and said, "Qingzhu is gone. I will go to the third floor to accompany you tonight."

Wen Hui looked at Zhang Xuan and said with a smile: "I can't ask for it, but you should ask your family first."

Du Shuangling looked at Zhang Xuan with a smile.

Zhang Xuan said pitifully: "My family status has always been very low, so you don't need to ask me."

After eating, Du Shuangling found an opportunity to lie on him for 20 minutes. When he was so angry that he was about to die, he ran away with a smile.

Looking at the door closing, Zhang Xuan on the sofa became depressed. His wife seemed to be playing hard to get recently, and she was always arousing herself so hotly.

Under the pressure of the outside world, I learn quite quickly.

The old man thought so and lay down on the sofa again. He closed his eyes and thought about it. Suddenly he thought of the scenery inside Wen Hui's collar.

He is not stupid. Wenhui Ruoyouruowu has been deliberately alienating himself recently, and he can naturally feel it.

It's just that he's a bit inexplicable. After getting along with him for a year, Wen Hui used to be a very generous person.

So sensitive now?

Shouldn't it?

Once again imagining the snow-white scenery, Zhang Xuan shook his head, forget it, it's not like he was a woman, so he was too lazy to waste his brain cells.

With his thoughts at this point, the old man turned on the TV and watched it. There was no good program to watch, so he lost interest and went to the study again.

Start looking for information.

Thanks to the dedicated work of dedicated personnel, the collection of books in my study has been growing rapidly in the past two months.

It's really a huge increase.

Two months ago, there were only 200 books in my study, but now I have 817 books.

Looking around the wall of books and smelling the faint scent of ink, he liked this feeling very much.

Sitting in a chair, he was thinking about what to write next.

Do you really want to write about the human world?

This is a novel of more than 1 million words, showing social changes over the past few decades.

He felt that it was inappropriate to copy everything from others.

Not only is the timeline wrong.

The story location is also wrong.

Another thing is that I am also the person who has written two books that have received good response.

There must be pursuit.

Especially "Latent", half of which was original based on his own knowledge, encouraged him to continue original ideas.

But he is a reborn person after all.

I will not be so stupid that I will not use the precious things for future generations, nor will I be so stupid that I insist on originality in the entire book.

According to his idea, the next book will return to traditional literature.

The reason is very simple. Don’t you think I can’t write traditional literature? I will slap you in the face by writing it.

I'll beat you all until you shut up!

Although I am not the kind of person who likes to be in the limelight, I can't bear to see newspapers despising me every day.

After pondering for an hour, Zhang Xuan decided to learn from the outline of "The Human World" and then modify it appropriately according to his own needs.

He planned to start from the winter vacation, walking around the streets to collect materials and make preparations for a rainy day.

In order to keep improving and surpass the original "Human World", he planned to write this book for two years.

I started writing in the spring of next year and ended in the spring of 1997.

Having made up his mind, Zhang Xuan began to spread out the notebook, opened the ink bottle, picked up the pen and began to write a preliminary outline.

The original work "Human World" is based on the life trajectory of Zhou Bingkun, a commoner, and is organized around Spring Festival banquets, family gatherings, and major events, showing the development and changes of Chinese society in the past 50 years.

In this 50 years, Zhang Xuan decided to change it and shorten the timeline to 30 years.

The timeline extends up to 97 completions.

Now that the timeline has changed, a lot of content must be original.

He is not afraid of this. He firmly believes in his experience and his writing power.

Moreover, my decades of reading experience in my previous life cannot be overshadowed by it. It is more than enough to enrich a book like this, let alone pediatrics.

The only problem is that I have to write close to life.

In other words, be grounded.

Embrace the atmosphere of rural Shonan.

Only in this way can you convince yourself and others.

That night, the old man wrote the outline and didn't sleep until three in the morning.

If it weren't for a sudden "bang" sound coming from upstairs, he would probably still be immersed in his own world and not wake up.

It sounds like the sound of a porcelain bowl breaking?

Zhang Xuan rubbed his brows, sat still for two seconds, then opened the door and walked to the hall.

The sound seemed to be coming from the direction of the kitchen.

Could it be that Wen Hui got up in the middle of the night looking for something to eat and accidentally dropped the bowl on the floor?

Although I had some guesses in my mind, out of fear of an accident, I still stood down and listened for a long time.

It wasn't until the voices of Shuang Ling and Wen Hui were heard from behind that he returned to the room with peace of mind.

Look at the clock, 03:37

It's getting late, forget it, since your train of thought has been interrupted, let's go to bed.

Anyway, I have plenty of time, so I’m not in a hurry to write a new book.

With this emotion, Zhang Xuan returned to the master bedroom and slipped into bed.

Sleep until dawn.

If someone hadn't woken him up, Zhang Xuan thought he could still sleep.

"What time is it?" the old man asked, yawning and half asleep.

Du Shuangling didn't even need to look at her watch and said directly: "Dear, it's 7:30. Get up and have breakfast. Wenhui is leaving later."

"okay."

I got up quickly, brushed my teeth and rinsed my mouth in one go.

I had shredded pork noodles for breakfast.

Thinking of his scene on the sofa yesterday, Zhang Xuan subconsciously touched Mao Wenhui's collar.

At first glance, Wen Hui didn't move, but her chopsticks stayed empty for a second.

At the second glance, Wen Hui pouted, then continued to lower her head and suck the noodles, pretending not to know.

At the third glance, Wen Hui was very straightforward. She put her left hand on her chest silently, grabbed her collar and continued eating.

If she didn't know the inside story, she would have thought that Wen Hui was afraid that the noodle soup would stain her clothes, so she deliberately pressed down her collar.

have to! It was exactly as I guessed.

This woman is very, very sensitive about herself now.

Otherwise, she could feel it just by taking a glance?

A normal person wouldn't notice it even if he glanced at it two or three times, let alone glance at it.

Not to mention others, at least when I had dinner with Wei Wei before, I glanced at him six or seven times without being discovered.

Unless, maybe, or Wei Wei finds out, she won't expose herself.

Another possibility is that Wei Wei deliberately let herself take aim.

Guilt, sin, what are you thinking about?

You can't blaspheme Lao Ban, Lao Ban is not that kind of person, although Lao Ban is really good at badminton

After finding the reason, Zhang Xuan stopped looking at Wen Hui and ate noodles with peace of mind.

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