The Great Era of Rebirth: 1993

   Chapter 271, they are not some kind of cats and dogs (please subscribe!)

   Uncle came here very rarely, Zhang Xuan bought a lot of vegetables this time.

   When I passed by the first floor, I saw Lao Deng and Wang Li chatting under the eaves, so I sent an invitation:

   "Today I'm the host, don't you two appreciate your face?"

  Old Deng helped his gold-rimmed glasses down, and Svenly asked, "Is your uncle coming today?"

   "Yes, come over later."

   Zhang Xuan made a bingo with his finger and looked at the two again: "Don't you guys shout for a drink every day, have a good drink with my uncle today."

   Hearing that there was drinking, the alcoholic duo looked at each other, turned around and closed the door, and immediately followed to the second floor.

  Wang Li asked: "Zhang Xuan, is there any foreign wine? I want to drink foreign wine."

   Zhang Xuan waved his hand and said happily, "Yes. The two bottles of Remy Martin XO that Yuan Lan gave last time, I haven't had them yet, so this time it's just a bargain for you guys."

   Then Zhang Xuan turned his head and asked Lao Deng: "Where is so-and-so, why didn't I see her today?"

   Lao Deng said: "You said Rooney, she has something to do in her hometown, she went back yesterday, and it will take some time to come."

   Dinner was made by Lao Deng.

  No way, Lao Deng prides himself on being good at cooking, and he doesn't like anyone in the kitchen, and everyone is clumsy.

   In the end, Lao Deng naturally took the spoon for his own **** for words.

   Zhang Xuan was actually kicked out of the kitchen. He was very angry and scolded against the door: "Old bachelor, you are bullying me too. If you have the ability, you can try to bully Zou Qingzhu and Wenhui."

   Lao Deng said cheerfully: "My Lao Deng is not confused, persimmons naturally pick softly."

  Wang Li, who was washing vegetables, interjected: "Old Deng, haven't you squeezed enough soft persimmons lately?"

  , as soon as these words came out, Lao Deng, who was still stunned just now, felt as uncomfortable as eating **** and was shot.

   Zhang Xuan couldn't help laughing.

   I secretly exclaimed in my heart: Teacher Wang Li, you are a **** goddess!

   After three in the afternoon, Ruan Dezhi came.

   Ruan Dezhi strolled around the kitchen, greeted Lao Deng and Wang Li, and dragged Zhang Xuan to the study.

   asked: "There are reports in the newspapers that you are going to publish a new book, is that the case?"

   Facing his uncle's expectant eyes, Zhang Xuan nodded, came to the desk, unlocked the lock, and opened the three drawers on the left, center, and right in turn.

   pointed to the full 15th edition of the manuscript, and said to Ruan Dezhi: "Uncle, the new book is here, and it has been finalized."

   Ruan Dezhi suddenly saw so many manuscripts, his eyes instantly burst into radiance, he hurried over in three or two steps, lowered his head and touched it...

   asked: "What is the name of the new book?"

   "It's called lurking."

   "When did you finalize it?"

   Zhang Xuan replied, "This morning."

   Ruan Dezhi was enlightened, turned around and asked, "I haven't been able to contact you for a while now, and I can't get through the phone no matter what. You've been busy finalizing the draft?"

   Zhang Xuan said apologetically, "I'm really busy, and I've worried my uncle."

   Reached out to touch the manuscript again, Ruan Dezhi expressed understanding, but still ordered: "Go and call home now, don't let your mother forget."

"Eh!"

   In response, Zhang Xuan left the study room and called Comrade Ruan Xiuqin.

   As for the secret of the study, Zhang Xuan was very relieved to his uncle.

  Let's put it this way, he only unconditionally trusts four people in this world, that is, his mother, his uncle, Shuangling and Mi Jian.

   Except for these four people, in the face of major interests, Zhang Xuan doesn't believe anyone, including Zhang Ping.

   It's not that there is a gap or gap in Zhang Ping's heart.

   But this eldest sister lacks roots and is easy to be fooled.

   It is precisely because of this that Zhang Xuan, his mother, and even the second sister have tacitly reached a consensus: When encountering things that need to be kept secret, generally do not tell Zhang Ping.

  The phone was answered quickly.

   There were children crying over there, Ruan Xiuqin seemed to be helping the eldest sister with the children.

   She asked with concern: "Manzai, I called you yesterday and didn't get through. Later, I called your uncle. He said you were playing with your classmates, so when will you be back?"

  It turned out to be like this, no wonder my uncle is here today, and no wonder my uncle is in such a hurry to make him call now.

   Seeing that Zhang Xuan was on the phone, Eleven on the sofa clearly turned the TV to silent.

   Zhang Xuan glanced at Little Eleven and said to Comrade Ruan Xiuqin, "Mom, I've been a little busy recently, and I won't be back until a while."

   Ruan Xiuqin was curious: "What are you doing?"

  Zhang Xuan briefly explained the matter of the latent novel and the matter of asking Tao Ge to come over.

   finally promised: "Don't worry, when I'm done, I'll come back for a few days."

   Hearing that her son was doing a big thing, doing such a big thing, Ruan Xiuqin was so happy, so happy, she almost jumped up, it took a long time, and it took a good while to calm down.

When the    approached, Ruan Xiuqin instructed with joy: "The big thing is important, do it in advance. Man cubs, don't rush back, Mom can feel relieved when she hears your voice."

   Then she asked, "The child of Shuangling didn't come back, so he was with you. You asked her to answer the phone. I'll tell her a few words. I miss her a little bit."

   Zhang Xuan really wanted to tell the truth, saying that Shuangling went to the West Lake and is now in the Shanghai market.

   But in order not to worry her old man, he chose to lie: "Uncle came to my place today. She and uncle went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables. I will ask her to call me when I have time."

   At this moment, the crying of the child became louder and louder. Ruan Xiuqin hurriedly coaxed him a few words, but did not stop it, but made it even more noisy.

   Ruan Xiuqin immediately said: "Man cubs, I won't tell you first, the child urinates on his body, and mother hangs up first."

   "Hey, mom, hang up."

   After hanging up the phone, Zhang Xuan thought to himself, this Ouyang Ji is indeed Ouyang Ji, it's really auspicious, and it diverted his mother's attention at a critical moment.

   Seeing him walk into the study again, Ruan Dezhi picked up the latest version of the manuscript and asked with relief:

   "When will the new book be published?"

   Zhang Xuan slightly concealed: "August, probably in August. As for the specific date, it has to be discussed with People's Literature."

   It's not that he doesn't want to disclose the award, but that he has written down all the characters, so it is not advisable to talk too much.

   Ruan Dezhi patted him on the shoulder affectionately, turned his head and couldn't wait to read the "Hidden" novel.

   This evening, Ruan Dezhi was drunk and lay on the sofa, snoring loudly. It made Zhang Xuan, Yang Manjing, and Su Jinyu next to them unnecessary.

   The whole person is not well.

  The three looked at each other for a while, Zhang Xuan asked Yang Manjing: "Your mother has been sleeping with my uncle all these years, how did you survive?"

  Yang Manjing lowered her head and glanced at her father who looked like a pig brother. She covered her face with her hands, shrugged her shoulders, and laughed silently.

  Yes, another stupid one.

   Zhang Xuan looked at Little Eleven and said, "I told Teacher Wang Li that you and Man Jing will go downstairs to sleep later, she has a bed there."

  Xiao Shiyi followed Ruan Dezhi and said yes.

   The three of them worked together, and it took a lot of effort to lift the fat man Ruan Dezhi to the second bedroom.

   Then Xiao Shi and Yang Manjing went downstairs.

   Zhang Xuan took a shower and lay down on the bed softly.

   It’s rare to stay up late today, and I plan to keep my spirits up and prepare for swimming in different pools in the future.

  …

   It is also night, Shanghai stock market.

   Seeing that Du Shuangling and Zou Qingzhu went to bed after washing up, Zhou Rong thought about it, got up from the sofa, and went into his daughter's bedroom.

  Wen Hui was reading a newspaper by the bedside when she saw Zhou Rong come in and asked, "Mom, why are you still not sleeping?"

   Zhou Rong's eyes stayed on the newspaper for a few seconds, then sat on the bedside and said, "I'm in good spirits now, come and talk to you."

  Wenhui put down the newspaper, the simple black and white swirled around her, and she said swiftly:

   "If you have something to say, just say it directly, don't hide it with me."

   Zhou Rong asked in a low voice, "Did Shuangling change her boyfriend?"

  Wen Hui looked confused: "Shuang Ling's boyfriend has always been Zhang Xuan, and he has never changed."

   Having said this, Wen Hui smiled knowingly and added: "Let me tell you so, I think it's harder than the sea withered and the stone rotted."

   Thinking of the too young face he saw last time, Zhou Rong asked again, "What does that Shuangling boyfriend do?"

  Wenhui said subconsciously, "Don't you know, reading, and we are in the same class."

   But as soon as she finished speaking, she understood, and looked up at her mother with a half-smiling smile: "Aren't you eavesdropping on Shuangling's phone call?"

   was dismantled by her daughter on the spot, but Zhou Rong was not at all embarrassed, and explained: "The child of Shuangling seemed very excited at the time, and my mother accidentally listened to a few words."

   So Zhou Rong said what new book was finalized and so on.

   After listening patiently, Wen Hui looked at Zhou Rong with a smile, and only when Zhou Rong could no longer hold back did she truthfully say:

   "Shuangling's boyfriend is a writer."

   Zhou Rong was surprised: "Is the grade light really a writer?"

  Wen Hui hummed, picked up the newspaper again, lowered her head and continued to read.

   Zhou Rong asked again: "What kind of writer? Is it a story writer, or a Zhiyin magazine?"

  Wen Hui smiled brightly, put her eyes on the newspaper, freeing one right hand to pick up a copy of "The Sound of Wind" from the bedside table and stuff it into Zhou Rong's arms.

   Zhou Rong turned around with "Wind Sound" in his hand, but he couldn't see the name, and asked inexplicably, "What do you mean?"

  Wenhui said without raising her head, "They're not some kind of cat and dog who write stories. He wrote "The Sound of the Wind"."

   Zhou Rong thought he heard it wrong: ""The sound of the wind"?"

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