Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

On December 23, 1996, the north wind rubbed into the gentle sunshine, taking away the last trace of warmth and making it even colder.

The weather forecast says that heavy snowfall has begun in many northern provinces.

Comrade Ruan Xiuqin called and told him that the power was out at home and many trees were broken by snow.

Zhang Xuan sent a text message to Mi Jian: The weather is getting cold, please keep warm.

Mi Jianhui: OK. I'm usually in classrooms, dormitories and libraries where it's not very cold.

Mi Jian sent a text message and asked: I haven't asked you yet, have you succeeded in protecting your relationship?

Zhang Xuan replied: OK, what are you doing?

Yonemi: I just arrived at the library and planned to look for books on sculpture.

Zhang Xuanming knew the answer and asked: Are you planning to study further in the direction of sculpture?

Mijian: I want to find something to do for myself.

Zhang Xuan: Is the statue I want you to give me finished?

Mi Jian looked at the text message, smiled and said nothing, and put the phone into his pocket.

After waiting for a few minutes and receiving no reply, Zhang Xuan also turned off his phone and put it aside. After 20 minutes of calm concentration, he picked up a pen and prepared to write the finale of "The Human World".

The finale is expected to be about 5,000 words.

In order to write with peace of mind, I told Shuangling early in the morning not to ask him to eat today.

In order not to be disturbed by others, Shuangling didn't go anywhere today. He just sat and read in the living room outside, waiting for the call from the study at any time.

This book spans almost two years from the beginning to the end. Of course, I wrote the first three volumes of "A Song of Ice and Fire" in between.

Even so, it was still the book that took him the longest to write and the one that he put the most effort into.

He even had a vague idea in his mind that after the finale, he would spend a month reorganizing the story. If necessary, he might push it to a rewrite.

The reason why it is so complicated and the reason why we strive for excellence is to polish our golden signature more firmly.

After all, after being away from domestic literature for two years, many people may have forgotten what he did to start his career.

This is really no joke. Now when most people mention "March", their representative works spontaneously come to mind as "Clockwork Girl", "A Song of Ice and Fire" and "Harry Potter".

The reason for this is that these three books have brought him great glory and brought him a lot of glory for the country. Many young people regard him as an idol.

And now he wants to use "the human world" to prove that his traditional literature is not just about killing and killing, and it is not just about making tricks in the subject matter, and plans to completely seal off those critical faces at the beginning.

After taking a deep breath and feeling that I was in good condition, the tip of the pen began to touch the white paper. The pen wandered around, and a "rustling" sound suddenly sounded in the quiet study.

From 7 a.m. to 3 p.m., Zhang Xuan went to the toilet once, drank a glass of water, and did not dare to eat.

I am afraid that eating will affect my writing state.

I wrote more than 6,800 words in total.

But he felt that it was not perfect, that some parts were too cumbersome and that the writing and ink used were overdone.

Twist your neck to soothe the soreness in your neck, and then start checking, paragraph by paragraph, sentence by sentence, so that every word must express its meaning.

That's it

Three hours passed in a flash.

The word count also expanded from 6,600 to 6,900 words, and was later compressed to 5,400 words.

Xian glanced at the manuscript that had been drawn and revised countless times on the paper next to him. Zhang Xuan felt no desire at this moment.

Putting down the pen, I looked through the window at the dead branches and trees outside, and through the trees at the black sky.

After a while, he turned on his cell phone and sent a text message to Tao Ge: "The Human World" was initially finished.

The next second, Tao Ge called immediately.

Tao Ge asked very happily: "Is it really finished?"

Zhang Xuan replied: "It can only be considered preliminary. It will depend on the situation later."

Tao Ge said: "I will straighten out the things at hand and come back in two days."

Then she added: "I will call Editor-in-Chief Hong to come with me."

Zhang Xuan hummed and hung up the phone.

The reason why I told Tao Ge was that I wanted her to come back and have a look, and asked Chief Editor Hong to come with me and give me some advice.

After all, people are sometimes blindly arrogant. It may be easier to recognize shortcomings if an outsider can help give advice.

After thinking about it, out of courtesy and respect, Zhang Xuan called his second editor-in-chief, Bolehong.

As soon as the call came through, Zhang Xuan said: "Is Chief Editor Hong busy?"

After working in the workplace for so many years, Editor-in-Chief Hong immediately heard the implication and asked expectantly:

"You're not busy. Have you finished writing your book?"

Zhang Xuan said: "Yes, I have finished the preliminary writing, but there may be room for improvement, and I need your attention."

As a senior editor in the literary world, Editor-in-Chief Hong did not refuse in this regard, "Okay, I will come over tomorrow."

Too impatient.

Zhang Xuan was speechless and hurriedly conveyed Tao Ge's intention to come.

Hearing this, Chief Editor Hong smiled cheerfully: "Okay, I'll wait for Tao Ge to come back together so that you don't have to entertain guests twice."

The conversation between the two parties lasted for about 10 minutes before the call ended. Zhang Xuan held the phone and wanted to call Mi Jian.

I really want to share my emotions with her immediately.

Tao Ge and Chief Editor Hong are work needs for him, which is different from Mi Jian.

But he gave up after looking back in the direction of the study door.

I only sent a text message: I have finished writing the first chapter of this world, and I really want to hold you in my arms.

Mi Jian, who carves wood in the dormitory, picked up the phone and replied with a faint smile: Congratulations, I will treat you to something to eat next time we meet.

The next second, Mi Jian pondered and asked: Can I take a look during the winter vacation?

Zhang Xuan: Yes, but it may need to be modified.

He trusts Mi Jian and Shuang Ling unconditionally and will naturally not reject them in any way.

Mi Jian raised his head and looked at the sky outside: Well, you haven't had dinner yet, right?

Zhang Xuan: Not yet. I need your motivation to eat.

Mijian put down his phone and continued carving.

Two minutes later, Mi Jian paused, put down the carving knife, and picked up the phone again. Editor: I will pretend not to see it next time. I wish your new book a great sale.

Zhang Xuan smiled, with a happy smile on his face.

After clearing away the pen and ink on the table, Zhang Xuan stood up and stretched his numb legs, opened the door and walked out of the study.

Hearing the commotion, the three women on the sofa who were watching silent TV all turned their eyes over.

Du Shuangling stood up instantly, ran over and stopped beside him, raised her head slightly and asked, "Have you finished writing?"

Zhang Xuan reached out and picked her up, kissed her on the face, and said happily: "It's finished."

Du Shuangling reached out and hugged his neck, with a smile from the heart on her face.

Wen Hui's eyes stayed on the two of them for a while, then she looked away with a smile and looked at the TV again, but the next second she felt that this was inappropriate, so she looked at the two of them again.

Zou Qingzhu was more straightforward, "Congratulations, great writer, I want to eat wedding candy."

Zhang Xuan put down his two actors, waved his hand and said boldly: "Let's go! We will go to the city and treat you to a big meal and sweets."

Du Shuangling held his arm and said happily: "Tomorrow, Huihui and Qingzhu have prepared a big meal to celebrate you today."

"Ah? So good!"

Zhang Xuan was surprised, then reached out to hold Zou Qingzhu's hand, "Comrade Qingzhu, thank you!"

Zou Qingzhu smiled and shook hands with him, "Don't just thank me, there is someone else."

Hearing this, Zhang Xuan immediately became dizzy and realized that he was so stupid and there was Wenhui, but the matter had come to this, and he had to do it if he didn't, otherwise he would have just brought it on himself.

Under the gaze of the two actors, the old man held hands with Wenhui bravely, and said to Wenhui with the same enthusiasm for Zou Qingzhu: "Thank you, Comrade Wenhui."

Wen Hui smiled gently, looked at him silently, and then just nodded lightly without saying anything.

The two of them had a tacit understanding, and the handshake was not too long, not too short. It took about the same time as when he and Zou Qingzhu shook hands before they let go.

Du Shuangling said to him at this time: "We have been waiting for you for an hour. Come up and eat quickly. We are a little hungry."

"Okay, if you don't tell me I can still resist it, but if you say that, I feel like I'm going to faint from hunger." Zhang Xuan was not polite and took the lead to leave.

Seeing this, Wen Hui and Zou Qingzhu followed.

Du Shuangling was last because she wanted to lock the door.

His eyes wandered between Zhang Xuan and Wen Hui. Remembering that the handshakes just now were exactly 4 seconds, Du Shuangling knew that his man still had no intention of giving up on Wen Hui.

But after four years, Du Shuangling was not in a hurry. As long as her position is not shaken, she will wait for the flowers to fade away and survive waves of suitors.

After all, things like this have happened a lot in recent years.

And she believed that with Wen Hui's temperament, she would not easily interfere with her feelings. The better the relationship between himself and Wen Hui, the less likely he is to do so.

The dinner was very sumptuous, including 3 Huaiyang dishes, 3 chili dishes, and a soup.

After sitting around the table, the three women looked at Zhang Xuan in unison, waiting for him to speak.

Looking into the eyes of the three of them, Zhang Xuan said: "Thank you for taking care of me over the years. My merit medals are half of yours. Let's eat!"

After saying that, the old man took the lead in using his chopsticks, picked up a large piece of pork knuckle and put it in his mouth.

Seeing him devouring his food, Du Shuangling quickly stretched out her hand to help him clean the hem of his clothes, fearing that the soup would get stained, "Eat slowly, no one will grab it from you."

He hadn't eaten lunch and was starving. Zhang Xuan winked at the two actors and continued to eat.

Zou Qingzhu asked: "Great writer, when will your book be published?"

Zhang Xuan replied: "I don't know, I plan to wait for a while before talking about it."

Zou Qingzhu looked confused: "Why? Didn't you always publish it after you finished writing?"

Wen Hui looked at him in confusion.

But Du Shuangling had been with him for so long, and he guessed a bit: "You still want to change it? Is it better to keep improving and write better?"

Hearing this, Zhang Xuan put a piece of lean meat into the two actors' mouths, "I have this idea now, but I have to wait until Chief Editor Hong comes over to discuss it."

The four of them chatted until the last winter vacation.

Knowing that Zhang Xuan and Shuang Ling were going to the Shanghai market, Wen Hui sent an invitation to Zou Qingzhu: "Qingzhu, you can go too, the four of us are company."

Zou Qingzhu was eager to give it a try. He opened his mouth and said, "Will I disturb you if I go?"

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(Ten thousand words have been updated.)

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