The Great Era of Rebirth: 1993

   Chapter 239, Dig a hole by yourself

   Zhang Xuan was in a daze when he put down the phone, and Tao Ge in Beijing was in a daze after he put down the phone.

  No, to be precise, Tao Ge was meditating.

  The time ticked by, and slowly a cup of tea time passed.

  Tao Ge picked up the "Wind Sound" on his desk and carefully turned over more than 20 pages. In his mind, he couldn't help thinking of the scenes that happened in the countryside of Shao City, and Zhang Xuan's eloquent conversation during the interview.

   After hesitating for a few seconds, Tao Ge put down the book in his hand, got up and tidied up and walked out of the office.

   "Dong Dong Dong..."

  Tao Ge walked through the corridor to the door of the office with the "Chief Editor" nameplate and began to knock on the door politely.

   "Come in." After a few times, a loud voice came from inside.

   Open the door, close the door.

   Seeing that it was Tao Ge, Hong Zhenbo who was behind the desk changed his serious state, and instantly squeezed out a smile and asked:

   "This time, why haven't you got off work for lunch?"

  Tao Ge skillfully poured a cup of hot tea for Hong Zhenbo, and then sat dignifiedly opposite the desk.

   smiled and said, "Is your uncle busy now?"

   Hearing the call of "Uncle" instead of the "Editor-in-Chief" who usually works on business, Hong Zhenbo immediately knew that Tao Ge was looking for him for personal affairs.

   After taking a sip of tea, he asked kindly, "I just got some free time, let's talk about it, what's the matter with my uncle?"

  The two are very familiar, so they are not too polite, Tao Ge immediately said straightly: "I just got on the phone with March."

  Hong Zhenbo was not surprised by this, he didn't say anything, he looked at her and waited for the next paragraph.

  Tao Ge continued: "In March, let me thank his uncle for his kind words in the newspaper."

  Hong Zhenbo smiled and nodded, unable to deny.

  Tao Ge briefly recounted the content of the previous phone call and said: "I told March about the people's literature plan to send "Bai Luyuan" to participate in the Mao Dun Literature Award."

   Hearing this, Hong Zhenbo moved slightly. He knew that Tao Ge had said so much, and now the focus is on.

   After taking another sip of tea, Hong Zhenbo asked curiously, "What's the reaction in March?"

  The two looked at each other for a long time, and then Tao Ge suddenly showed a mysterious smile:

   "Uncle, you claim to be erudite and talented, why don't you take a guess."

  Hong Zhenbo laughed and pointed at her across the desk with his fingers. After thinking about it, he exclaimed, "This March is not too ambitious."

   Tao Ge smiled without saying a word.

  Hong Zhenbo asked: "Is he very nervous when he hears this news?"

  Tao Ge nodded and shook his head: "It's natural to be nervous, but I'm more calm than I thought."

  Hong Zhenbo was interested: "What did he say?"

   Tao Ge replied: "In March, I didn't say anything about the "White Deer Plain" and the Mao Dun Literature Award.

   But he told me that he is currently writing a novel with 240,000 words. "

   Seeing Hong Zhenbo stunned, she added: "March said that this novel will be finished during the summer vacation, probably in August."

   In the sensitive month of August, Hong Zhenbo understood as soon as he heard it, put away his expression and said, "He is very confident."

   Tao Ge smiled and said, "We all call people genius writers in newspapers, and genius writers must be proud."

  Hong Zhenbo glanced at her unexpectedly, and half-truly asked, "You seem to be very optimistic about him?"

  Tao Ge is not shy: "I also plan to recognize him as a younger brother."

   The surprise on Hong Zhenbo's face was even worse. After thinking about it, he said, "Go book some tickets, let's go to Yangcheng and see."

   Tao Ge was stunned: "Uncle wants to see March's new book in person?"

  Hong Zhenbo said solemnly: "Such a big thing can't be played with, and I also want to see what March looks like, and I want to see if his new book is worthy of your attention."

   "Okay, leave the ticket to me, thank you uncle." The goal was achieved, Tao Ge's face stretched a lot.

   Seeing Tao Ge getting up to leave, Hong Zhenbo reached out and called to her: "Wait a minute."

   Tao Ge stopped and asked, "Uncle, is there anything else?"

Hong Zhenbo opened the drawer, took out a small box of Dahongpao tea, and handed it to her: "Tell your dad, I am willing to admit defeat, this thing belongs to him, if he wants a whole table of good dishes, I will come to the door another day. "

  Tao Ge seemed to know the bet, reached out to take the tea, and smiled: "He's not free now, uncle has to wait."

  Hong Zhenbo was stunned for a moment, and then asked happily, "Is it really going to be transferred?"

   Tao Ge smiled and nodded.

  …

   “Jingle bell… ding bell bell…”

   When Zhang Xuan was paralyzed on the sofa, the phone on the coffee table rang again.

   picked it up and asked: "Hello, who is it?"

"it's me…"

   "Ms. Tao, good noon, have you had lunch yet?"

   "Call me sister."

   Zhang Xuan, "..."

   Tao Ge smiled and said, "Why, don't you want to?"

   Dizzy, is this **** still holding on?

   Zhang Xuan replied: "It's not that I don't want to, I think it will be more fulfilling to call you when I become famous."

  Tao Ge understood immediately, "You don't see rabbits and don't throw eagles, right?"

   Zhang Xuan laughed happily without saying anything. Although this is what it means, the fool admits it.

   After all, admitting it will change the taste.

   has become a transaction.

  Tao Ge is a smart person, no longer entangled in this topic, and instead said: "We will come to Yangcheng on Friday."

   Zhang Xuan wondered, "You?"

   Tao Ge replied: "Yes, editor-in-chief Hong and I."

  Today is Sunday, Friday is April 2nd, Zhang Xuan said: "Okay, I'll pick you up at the airport then."

  I didn't expect Tao Ge to ask ruthlessly, "Do you have a car to pick us up at the airport?"

"No."

   "Then you wait for us at CUHK, prepare the food and wait for us, we will let someone else pick it up."

   "No, don't let me cook, can you go to a restaurant?"

   "I go out to restaurants every day, and I'm tired of eating."

   Zhang Xuan's head hurts, "If it doesn't taste good, then don't dislike it."

   Tao Ge asked directly: "Is there any game? I miss the game in your hometown."

   "Yes. In order to please you, I will not only have game, but also dried bracken. They are all brought from home."

  Tao Ge smiled happily: "Okay, I like both of these dishes."

  Zhang Xuan thought about it again and asked, "What kind of food does Editor-in-Chief Hong like? I'll make some preparations."

  Tao Ge said: "Forget it, he is from the Shanghai market with unique taste and loves Huaiyang cuisine. Leave him alone. Just take care of me."

   Zhang Xuan grinned and said with a smile: "No problem, I promise to take good care of you."

  …

   Long Market.

   When Zhang Xuan and Tao Ge were arguing over the phone, Du Jingling appeared at a newsstand outside Xiangya Hospital.

  Du Jingling looked at the front page of this newspaper in surprise, looked at the front page of that newspaper, and after a while said to the boss inside:

   "Give me a copy of these newspapers."

   "Okay." The newspaper seller was quick in his hands and feet, and gathered a bunch in an instant.

"How much?"

   "5 pieces of 8."

"Give."

When    came home, Du Jingling put the newspaper on the coffee table, picked up the phone and called Ai Qing.

   "Mom, your little son-in-law is in the newspaper."

   "What newspaper?"

  Du Jingling said: "You can read it in big newspapers with names and surnames, go and see."

  Ai Qing asked anxiously, "A good thing or a bad thing?"

   "Of course it's a good thing. The news about "Wind Sound" is overwhelming, and it's all over the street." After speaking, Du Shuangling teased:

   "Mom, you can't accept it this time. It's because your sister has a good eye. This time Zhang Xuan has become famous all over the world."

  Ai Qing pretended he didn't hear it, so he hung up the phone immediately, walked out of the office and shouted to the corridor outside:

   "Xiaohong, send a copy of today's newspaper to my office."

"it is good."

  …

   "Our mother hung up the phone?" Wu Guorui made the meal, and went to the coffee table to start flipping through today's newspaper. Seeing his daughter-in-law's smile, he asked jokingly.

  Du Jingling stretched, "You can't hang it, otherwise where will the old face go?"

   When elder sister Du Jingling was buying newspapers, younger sister Du Shuangling was also buying newspapers.

   Outside the South Gate of Zhongda University.

   Seeing that Du Shuangling bought one copy after another, Zou Qingzhu, who had been waiting for a long time, couldn't help but ask:

   "Shuangling, why do you buy so many newspapers? If you don't go back to cook, you will accidentally starve your family to death."

  Du Shuangling was in a good mood at the moment, she smiled sweetly and said, "Go hungry, I will be responsible for starving to death."

  Zou Qingzhu was confused.

Wen Hui on the side of    was also confused, but she soon discovered that every newspaper Du Shuangling bought had one thing in common: the sound of the wind.

   Almost instantly, Wen Hui remembered the conversation in front of the small auditorium at the beginning of the month.

   At that time, Zhang Xuan asked her if she had seen The Wind, but he asked, "What is the Wind? Is it a new literary work?"

   Thinking of this, Wen Hui calmly approached a newspaper, browsed it at a very fast speed, and then took a step back, quietly waiting for Du Shuangling to buy the newspaper and pay.

   Passing through the south gate, on the way back to school, Zou Qingzhu, who was full of bags, asked Du Shuangling:

   "Shuangling, do you know the great writer who wrote "Wind Sound"?"

   "Well, I know." Du Shuangling gave a soft "um", and then added with a smile: "Actually, you also know each other."

   She knew that the three of them were together every day. This thing could be hidden for a while, but not for the rest of the life. It is better to admit it generously.

   Hearing this, Zou Qingzhu and Wenhui looked at each other, remembering Zhang Xuan's mysterious study full of books, and immediately opened his mouth: "Yes, is it Zhang Xuan?"

   "Yeah." Du Shuangling hummed again, the sound of spring water ding dong full of pride.

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped! …

   A bunch of bags fell to the ground, and in an instant, fresh Jiwei shrimps were scattered all over the floor.

   Those who can be admitted to CUHK this year are all the best, who is really stupid?

   Wen Hui browsed the news content without a trace just now, and Zou Qingzhu didn't notice Du Shuangling's abnormality?

   It was precisely because of the abnormality that Zou Qingzhu, like Wen Hui, stood aside and watched a news report on "Wind Sound".

  It's okay not to watch the news, but only after reading the news did I know what level of writer "March" was.

  Everyone is stupid!

   Completely stupid!

   caused his hand to loosen, and the grocery bag fell to the ground. As a result, hundreds of jiwei shrimp danced on the gravel road.

  Zou Qingzhu was startled. Wen Hui didn't let it go, and was digesting this shocking message at the moment.

   Seeing the coming and going alumni looking at the three of them with surprise, watching the Jiwei shrimp bouncing on the ground, Du Shuangling, who was crying and laughing, almost covered her face, it was really embarrassing.

   didn't bother to greet the confused two, so Du Shuangling hurriedly bent over to catch the shrimp.

  After four or five seconds, Wen Hui was the first to wake up from the shock, and regardless of her own image, she also squatted on the ground to catch the jiwei shrimp.

  Zou Qingzhu finally reacted and asked Du Shuangling while catching shrimp: "Shuangling, when did you two start falling in love?"

   Du Shuangling replied, "High school."

  Zou Qingzhu wentssips again: "Who among you can chase who?"

  Du Shuangling said frankly: "I can chase him."

  Zou Qingzhu asked, "How long have you been chasing?"

  Du Shuangling said with a smile, "I caught up with me as soon as I opened my mouth."

  Zou Qingzhu, "..."

  Wen Hui, "..."

   After a long time, Jiwei Shrimp cleared the field, Zou Qingzhu straightened up and said enviously, "Shuangling, this matter has to be kept a secret, and he must be watched closely, then I will be your bridesmaid."

  Du Shuangling agreed, "Okay, then you two will be my bridesmaids together."

   Picking up, when the three returned to the second floor to rent a room, Zhang Xuanzheng put his feet on the coffee table, pondering the words of Tao Ge, and the meaning of editor-in-chief Hong's visit.

   He was thinking, Editor-in-Chief Hong is so easy to move? It's too out of place.

   Immediately, he secretly praised himself for being wise, and Tao Ge held this thigh well.

   Hearing the sound of the door, Zhang Xuan turned his head and saw a pair of strange eyes.

   I saw Zou Qingzhu put down the dishes, circled around Zhang Xuan, and shouted, "Great writer?"

   Zhang Xuan, "..."

   Under the gaze of six pairs of eyes, Zhang Xuan retracted his feet and said resentfully, "Don't bury people, hurry up and cook, I'm starving."

  Zou Qingzhu stood upright, bent his knees playfully and said, "Wenhui, let's cook, we can't starve the great writer, and we can't starve the great writer's wife."

  Wenhui smiled and followed Zou Qingzhu into the kitchen.

   The two left, leaving the remaining two to look at each other.

   Zhang Xuan asked Du Shuangling, "Did you tell them?"

  Du Shuangling sat down next to each other and said softly, "I said it."

  Zhang Xuan nodded, then told about Tao Ge and Hong Zhenbo coming to Yangcheng, and finally said: "Then Chief Editor Hong loves Huaiyang cuisine, do you think?"

  Du Shuangling smiled and said, "I want to get Wen Hui."

   "Well." That's what Zhang Xuan meant.

  Du Shuangling got up and walked towards the kitchen with frowning eyes.

   Zhang Xuan also got up and went to the study.

   Filled the pen with blue ink and spread out the book. Zhang Xuanan sat on the chair and began to think about it.

  Because of the "White Deer Plain", the original plan of the "Hidden" novel was broken.

   I have written 240,000 words now, and it is estimated that I will write 450,000 words, and there is still 210,000 words in the middle.

   Today, I write 1,100 words a day, which is 33,000 words in 30 days a month. It will take more than 6 months, nearly 7 months to finish.

   It will be April, and it will be 4 months before August is full. There is not enough time.

  Zhang Xuan rubbed his brows, regretting that he would end the book in August.

How to do?

   What the **** can I do? Can only try.

   Work hard, maybe you can finish it in August, but you can work fast and be happy, and the quality may not be able to keep up later.

   This is unacceptable to him.

   The most important thing is that I originally thought about putting it aside for half a year after finishing the book before publishing it.

  It’s good now, how can there be time?

   Really digging a hole for myself and killing myself.

  …

  ps: Today is my last day at the company, I'm quite busy. Written by fishing.

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   (end of this chapter)