The Great Era of Rebirth: 1993

   Chapter 301, thank you for maintaining me and forgiving me (please subscribe!)

  I saw that the short man moved his hands first, then his feet, and then his eyes slowly opened.

   then got up.

   The short man ignored everyone's questions, and after a while, he squatted down and hugged the tall man and shook it violently.

   cried and shouted: "Qin Gang, wake up, wake up for me! Don't die!"

   At this time, a barefoot doctor who was watching hurriedly stopped and said, "Young man, stop it! Stop it quickly! You are easy to shake things like this, and you are shaken to death if you don't die."

   Hearing this, the short man didn't dare to move, he just hugged the tall man and continued to cry.

   The cry was loud and sincere, and with that sad look, everyone was heartbroken.

  The atmosphere is a little anxious.

  The people in the field were nervous, and the people watching from the haystacks in the distance and the house were also nervous.

   Feeling the strangeness of the person in his arms, Zhang Xuan hugged him a little tighter and comforted again: "Don't be afraid, the short one is alive, the tall one might wake up soon."

   may be the mouth is too open.

   Zhang Xuan's voice just fell here, and the tall man on the other side of the river suddenly opened his eyes.

  's unfocused eyes first looked at the umbrella above his head, and then choked at the short man who stared at him with wide eyes: "Zhao Xian, I was wrong, I will never curse again."

   Seeing people awake, the fields cheered. .

   The anxious people around him also cheered.

  The ambulance came from behind, and the two were persuaded to get into the ambulance and go to the hospital for a physical examination.

   Watching the ambulance go away, Zhang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief.

  Mimi also breathed a sigh of relief.

  …

  The rain has been falling, and hundreds of raindrops burst on the ground, splashing the old high and the old high, intertwined together, it is as beautiful and charming as fireworks during the New Year.

  After experiencing the hustle and bustle just now, the outside slowly fell into tranquility again.

  Mi Jian lowered his head and glanced at the hand that was wrapped around his waist and belly.

   looked at him silently.

   When Mi Jian's eyes were on him, Zhang Xuan's eyes also fell on Mi Jian.

   His eyes wandered for a while between Mi Jian's good-looking profile face, neck, collarbone and plumpness, and then went up.

   Two pairs of eyes met unexpectedly.

   At this moment, Zhang Xuan's eyes contain affection and desire.

   And Mi Jian's quiet eyes are pure, but extremely charming.

   looked at each other, the eyes of the two were not as fierce as they used to be, and this time they were so magnetic that they would not separate again.

   gentle, warm, attractive

   Outside the haystacks, the wind and rain raged across the whole world, as if to shield this noisy world, so as to leave a space for the two of them to be alone.

   The two of them were so soft, caught off guard but didn't want to move away, and stared at each other closely.

  No one spoke, and it seemed that there was no need to speak. A breath arises spontaneously, and a look contains a thousand words.

   At this moment, Zhang Xuan's heart was chaotic, his heartbeat was rapidly accelerating, and his **** for Mi Jian was erupting violently.

Since    two lifetimes, Zhang Xuan, who has gone from nothing and struggled from poverty in the countryside, is also a man who has been through vicissitudes of life and has experience.

   But from a selfish point of view, it may be that the two have the right aura, that the values ​​​​are in line, or that they are born with eyesight. Mi Jian really attracted him in too many places.

   Those eyebrows, eyes, nose, lips, earlobes, even the tips of his hair and those rare slender hands, as if they can speak, are vivid and impressive.

   Zhang Xuan has also seen many women, and shamelessly said that none of the women around him are not above the standard.

   Just like Wan Jun's evaluation of Li Zheng, a beautiful man, women who don't have any capital don't dare to go to their side at all.

   But Mi Jian, whether it is a good appearance, a temperament like an orchid, or an inner wisdom, is the one that can hit his soft heart the most, and the one that best suits his aesthetics.

   Maybe a woman who is not inferior to Mi Jian in every aspect will stand with her. If that woman Zhang Xuan gives her a perfect score of 100, Mi Jian will be 120 in his heart. This is an unspeakable bonus effect.

   To be honest, in two lifetimes, I have known so many of the opposite sex, and there are not many women, or even very few, who can compete with Mi Jian. If you insist on dragging one out, Wen Hui might count as one.

   I don't know how long they looked at each other, it could be an instant, it could be a century.

   Just when Zhang Xuan felt that the desire was about to be uncontrollable, and just when Zhang Xuan wanted to go further, Mi Jian, who felt it, moved suddenly.

  I saw her stand up and withdraw her gaze, An Jingli gently stroked a handful of blue silk behind her ear with her right hand to cover her heartbeat, and asked with her eyes closed:

   "Is my hair messy?"

   Her voice was very soft, calm and distant.

   But in Zhang Xuan's ears, it was like the most beautiful note in the world, which made him happy both physically and mentally.

   Messy hair?

how is this possible?

   Not messy, except for a little wet, it can even be called neat.

   Zhang Xuan knew that it was Mi Jian who was building a step for herself and a step for the two of them.

Just a few moments in the past, just a moment in the past, Zhang Xuan didn't know if it was an illusion, but he vaguely sensed that Mi Jian was moved by the further development of the relationship between the two. .

   It's a pity that her temptation was too short, like lightning outside, it came and went faster.

   Zhang Xuan vaguely understood that it was Mi Jian's self-esteem, pride and restraint that was blocking her.

   Facing Zhang Xuan's calm eyes like the sea, Mi Jian was very contradictory at the moment, and his thoughts were hard to worry about. Or dare not face it.

   Really dare not face it.

  Because in her opinion, before her mind is pierced, she can follow him as a friend, where to play, do things, eat together, etc., she has no burden.

   But in the scene in his arms just now, she looked at each other with something indescribable. She was unwilling and afraid to put it away.

   The reason is very simple. He is a man of Shuangling, and he and Shuangling are best friends. This alone makes Mi Jian shy away.

   And other obstacles, such as relatives and friends, worldly vision, morality, human relations, etc., made her even more afraid to cross the thunder pool easily.

   At this moment, how happy she was with Zhang Xuan in her heart, and how uncomfortable she was at the same time.

  Because Mi Jian knew that if he and Zhang Xuan crossed that line, it would mean that he would lose a lot of things, possibly losing Shuang Ling. Even a bad one will lose his pride and lose himself.

   At the same time, she also knew that it was very easy for her to leave Zhang Xuan. But if you want to come back to him after you leave, or to go back to your old friendship, it will be difficult.

   is even more difficult, or impossible at all.

   She knew herself well that once she left, her modesty and pride would never allow her to turn back.

   She was afraid to move forward, and even more reluctant to retreat.

   Under the dilemma, she just said: Is my hair messy?

   Feeling the contradictions, complexities, entanglements and struggles in her heart, Zhang Xuan respects her and understands her, so he does not force her too much.

   So Zhang Xuan vaguely said something affirming the relationship between the two: "Mi Jian, you are so beautiful."

  "You are so beautiful". Many people have heard of Mi Jian, but this is the first time Zhang Xuan has told Mi Jian in his life.

   At this moment, at this moment, at this moment, the originally depressed Mi Jian’s pupils instantly shot out a ray of light, just like the green branches at the turn of winter and spring, violently changed into ever-changing, dazzling purple and red, dazzling.

  It is said that women in the world are full of amorous feelings. They are either beautiful, or gentle, or charming, or elegant, or intelligent, or fashionable, or elegant, or charming.

   But the blooming rice at the moment cannot be described by these cheesy words at all.

Her beauty reveals an indescribable thrill; her whole body is crystal clear and seems to be covered with a strange brilliance; it is as vibrant as the spring breeze awakes all things; Crazy, drunk.

  Suddenly far and near, like a painting.

   was stunned, and Zhang Xuan was stunned again. Although he only stayed for a few tenths of a second, it was still neatly reflected in the eyes of the lovely person opposite the door.

   Anyway, you have thick skin, so it doesn't matter how thick you are. Zhang Xuan smiled and stretched out his hand and said, "Your hair is indeed a little messy. I'll help you straighten it out."

   said, she was not allowed to refuse, her fingers were bent together, like a comb, and she helped her to organize herself.

   This is a kind of declaration, which is telling her silently: You have long understood my thoughts, and I also understand your thoughts. For this sake, I will not force you, and I will wait for you for a long time.

  Lan-hearted Mi immediately understood what he meant when he saw him, looked into his eyes and said seriously, "Thank you, thank you for protecting me and forgiving me."

   Zhang Xuan rolled his eyes: "Thank you, I will accept it. But I don't want to hear the word "thank you" again in the future, otherwise I won't be so easy to get along with, understand?"

Hearing this, Mi Jian no longer looked at him, but tilted his head to look outside the vast haystack. Under that quiet face, shyness and smiles flashed away, and it took a long time to spit out a word. :"it is good."

  Summer rain comes and goes quickly.

   Gradually, the thunder faded away, and the rain gradually became thinner. Thin, like a dandelion floating softly in the sky.

  Mijian raised his right wrist and looked at it: "It's not too early, everyone else is gone, let's go too."

   Zhang Xuan glanced at the silhouettes of people leaving outside, and said, "Wait, your hair will be ready soon."

  Mi smiled and stabbed his left wrist over his shoulder knowingly.

   Zhang Xuan understood and took off the rubber band from her wrist to help tie up her hair.

  After tying it up, he asked: "It's all wet, so it's not uncomfortable to tie it up?"

  Michi said, "It's okay, I'll wash my hair when I go back."

   Zhang Xuan nodded, retracted his hand and started to organize his backpack. A few minutes later, the two also left the haystack and ran back to the circuit.

   Just a few steps away, Zhang Xuan stopped her again: "Wait."

  Mi stopped in response and turned to look at him.

   Zhang Xuan said nothing, took off his shirt and put it on her.

  Mi glanced at him half-smiling, and started to tie the buttons.

   asked Zhang Xuan: "You won't catch a cold like this."

   Zhang Xuan patted his bare upper body: "Don't worry, this drizzle won't catch me, I exercise every day."

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  According to the outline, Mijian has finished writing one-tenth of it.

   Nine tenths left.

   (end of this chapter)