The Great Era of Rebirth: 1993

   Chapter 153, Wen Hui, how can you do this? (Please subscribe!)

   Looking out the window, the winter sky can't distinguish the horizon, except for the gray, all that is left is the bare branches, shivering in the cold wind.

Hey…

  The sparrows on the plane tree were gone, but sparrows were born on him.

   Zhang Xuan stretched some bulging temples. I don't know what happened, I just met Wen Hui once, but I was thinking about someone else in my dream last night.

  Tan Lu, a regular visitor in the past, disappeared, but was replaced by Wen Hui in a panic.

   You say inexplicable is not inexplicable...

   It's so **** outrageous!

  It stands to reason that Wen Hui is not a plump woman, nor a charming woman, and some parts of her body are not particularly prominent.

  How can you fall into a dream?

   felt unreasonable.

   just feels absurd!

   But think about it carefully, and look at it from a man's point of view: Although Wenhui is a lady-like temperament woman, she must admit that she is born with charm, talent in appearance, temperament, and a good family environment.

   I have only seen her up close once, but I clearly remember everyone's words and deeds, every subtle action, every smile.

  Thinking of the comfortable face of others, I saw the temperament of pity, and the old man quickly patted himself.

  Grandma a bear!

   The old man is not a scumbag, why do you miss her?

   Again, no matter how good-looking and temperamental it is, is it better than Mi Jian?

   There is nothing better than Mi Jian, not even Wen Hui and Zhou Huimin.

   Thinking of this, my heart suddenly felt a lot more at ease.

   At the same time, I was thinking, did the three people who were drinking with me get drunk?

  I have always thought that drinking is okay, but last night it was true that I became a younger brother, what a shame!

  This Monday, there are six classes.

   Zhang Xuan didn't dare to delay, he hurriedly got out of bed and took a shower.

   After taking a shower and washing his hair, he prepares to rinse his mouth. He doesn't know what this is, and he always likes to leave his mouth behind to rinse.

   He was depressed just by rinsing.

   Zhang Xuan found four cups, four toothbrushes, and four towels on the shelf…

  Du Shuangling, what do you want to do?

   This is not good. I rent a house for writing and living together. Others are not welcome.

   He just made a preliminary plan this morning, how to save his daughter-in-law so that she can realize that form is emptiness and emptiness is form.

   Reach the legendary "unification" realm as soon as possible.

   This kind of critical time can not be disturbed.

  Eyes rolled around, Zhang Xuan gave up the idea of ​​washing his underwear, took it out of the bucket, and placed it directly at the bathroom door.

   This may not look very elegant, but Comrade Shuangling, you should be able to understand what I mean?

   is a big boss, if you make me foam at the mouth every day, then don’t blame me for going to the capital!

  …

   "Zhang Xuan, your letter!"

   hurried to the classroom, before opening the college English textbook, Xiao Shi walked in alone through the back door.

  Shen Fan saw this and gave up his seat very wisely.

   Little Eleven was not polite, smiled at Shen Fan, and sat down next to Zhang Xuan very naturally.

   Zhang Xuan glanced at this shameless man, and didn't bother to say anything else. Because it's useless.

   Zhang Xuan asked, "Who sent it?"

   Little Eleven didn't answer, but quietly gave him the "People's Literature" parcel.

   Watching Zhang Xuan take over the parcel, Little Eleven's mood is complicated, both inexplicably happy and inexplicably melancholy.

   This reminded her of yesterday's scene.

   Yesterday, the mail room.

   "Little Eleven, I'm here to get the letter again." Teacher Chen from the mail room had a very good impression of this outstanding-looking Little Eleven, and he remembered her after only meeting her once.

   "Good afternoon, teacher, do you have a letter from us today in charge of Class 2?" Little Eleven asked expectantly.

   "I remember one." With that, Mr. Chen came to the division area belonging to the management academy, and quickly found the mailbox grid of the 93-level management class 2.

   Teacher Chen took out the parcel and looked at it, and asked curiously, "Does anyone in your class subscribe to literary publications?"

   Hearing literary publications, Little Eleven was not very good, his heart jumped, he stretched out his hand to take it and said perfunctorily with a smile: "It should be a love of literature."

   Mr. Chen nodded, and he also thought so. Literary love is not uncommon these days.

   Holding the only parcel in the class, Little Eleven didn't know how to get out of the foreign language school. She only felt that the corridor was so long and empty, and her whole body seemed to float out like the wind.

   After leaving the Foreign Languages ​​Institute, Xiao Eleven stared at the parcel in his hand for a long time, then had the urge to take it apart and take a look...

   But in the end, reason suppressed desire, and self-cultivation defeated impulse.

  …

   Zhang Xuan got excited when he saw that it was the people's literature parcel. He had been waiting for too long with some kind of anticipation in the past few months.

   Waiting has changed from autumn to winter, and the flowers are almost thankful!

   glanced at Little Eleven next to her, knowing that she could not hide her writing, so she simply stopped hiding and opened the postal package.

   As usual, there are sample issues and editorial letters in the parcel.

  The old way, ignore the sample issue first, but can't wait to open the editor's letter.

   This editorial letter is much longer than before, with a full four pages of letter paper.

  Zhang Xuanhua read word by word twice in ten minutes. Suddenly, his mood was surging, and his chest was full of pride and ambition.

   At this moment, holding the editor's letter, he felt that the world was crawling under his feet, and he felt so fulfilled.

   Very fulfilling!

The    editorial letter has four pages, but the content can be divided into five paragraphs.

  The first paragraph: Like last time, the words are filled with admiration and emotion for "Wind Sound"'s characterization, creative techniques, environment description, theme sublimation and artistic achievements.

   The editor's language is as simple as China, but Zhang Xuan's soul is almost exaggerated, and it is indescribably useful.

  Second paragraph: The editor told him that once "Wind Sound" was published, it received widespread attention in the field of literature and received rave reviews from readers.

   In the past few months, People's Literature has received hundreds of calls from readers and thousands of letters from readers every week.

  There are reminders for readers' letters, and more are thank you letters and praise.

  The third paragraph: The content is very simple, but it almost made Zhang Xuan so excited that he wanted to cry.

  People's Literature In order to meet the strong needs of readers, after careful consideration, it has decided to temporarily suspend the publication of other types of articles and novels, and serialize "Wind Sound" until the end.

   The editor said in a negotiated tone, hoping that Zhang Xuan could mail the following 100,000 words to them together this time.

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  Is there a leader of the alliance? I am in a good mood when I am discharged from the hospital today, and I will add 5 updates to all alliances.

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   (end of this chapter)