The Great Era of Rebirth: 1993

   Chapter 377, Wen Hui is really hard to serve (please subscribe!)

  Wen Hui looked at the wine in the glass and said, "You didn't tell the truth."

Zhang Xuan said: "The truth? What is the truth? With my current conditions, can ordinary girls catch my eye? Let's just say that Wu Yao is very good-looking, but you think she can be in my heart. Pry open a crack?"

  Wenhui looked up at him, "Are you really so dedicated?"

   Zhang Xuan took the half bottle of beer next to him, put it to his mouth and blew it in one breath, and said, "Then why do you think I am bothered?"

  Wen Hui glanced at the empty bottle, "I don't know how careless you are, but my intuition tells me that you are not a person who is devoted, otherwise Shuangling would not be so defensive about you for no reason."

  Is this **** twitching today?

   caught me and slapped me in the face?

   Zhang Xuan replied: "Isn't it also protecting you?"

   As soon as these words fell, Zhang Xuan regretted it and wanted to slap himself.

   He didn't even have a door to speak, and tore off the window paper that the two had maintained for more than a year.

  Although the two knew well, they knew why Shuangling was guarding them.

   But in the past, the two had a tacit understanding, and no one mentioned this, pretending that there was no such thing, and they got along very harmoniously.

   Sure enough, Wen Hui fell silent when she heard these ill-considered words.

   After a minute of silence, she reached out and took another bottle of wine, poured herself a drink, and drank one cup after another, without even looking at Zhang Xuan, and regardless of a large living person sitting beside her.

   After drinking four cups in one go, Wen Hui shook the empty bottle, lowered her eyelids and exhaled, and said after a long time, "I have something to do with you this time."

   Zhang Xuan nodded: "I know, you said."

Wen Hui pondered for a few seconds and said, "My grandfather was the editor-in-chief of a newspaper in Shanghai when he was young. His greatest hobby was writing articles, and he liked to deal with literate people. Later, because of the difficulties in the country, he abandoned his pen and joined the army. revolutionary work.

   After he changed his career, he continued his hobbies when he was young. He likes to deal with literate people and collect rare books.

   He watched your "wind" and "lurking" and kept thinking about it. My elders are guessing that your book should have touched his past memory, so."

   Speaking of this, Wen Hui did not continue to speak, but raised her head to look at him, the simple black and white was extremely pure at the moment.

   Looking at each other for a long time, Zhang Xuan asked, "He wants to buy my manuscript?"

  Wenhui said "um" a little embarrassedly.

   Although she had long guessed that Wen Hui was so abnormal today, she even invited herself to dinner for the first time in history, and she had talked to herself so much in history, there must be something wrong, it should not be a trivial matter.

   But I didn’t expect to type the idea into my own manuscript.

   To be honest, he doesn't really want to sell this thing.

   Not to mention personal feelings and cultural values. Considering the economic aspect alone, keeping it in your own hands is also worth more every day.

   But he was in trouble again. It was not someone else who made this request, but Wenhui.

  Although there is a gap between the two now, it does not prevent the relationship between the two from being very strong.

   Especially in the past year or so, I don't know how much food I have eaten.

   Zhang Xuan asked: "Which manuscript does your grandfather want?"

  Wenhui looked at the chopsticks and said, "Hidden."

   Zhang Xuan asked: "Have you ever thought that I would reject you?"

  Wenhui said: "I thought about it for a long time."

   Zhang Xuan asked: "Then you embarrass yourself?"

   Wenhui said: "So I invite you alone today."

   Zhang Xuan asked: "Your grandfather is very kind to you."

  Wenhui said: "Well, my father is the only one, and he has been very fond of me since he was a child."

   Zhang Xuan waved his hand and called the proprietress: "Give me two more bottles of beer, and another dry pot duck, to be more spicy."

   "Hao Le." With the money coming in, the proprietress walked away with a smile.

   The wine is fast, and the dry pot duck is not slow.

   Zhang Xuan looked at her and asked, "Can I still drink it?"

  Wenhui put the cup in front of him.

   Zhang Xuan filled two glasses and said, "The weather is getting colder, let's have a good drink today, thank you for taking care of me and Shuangling over the past year and a half.

   Especially entertaining distinguished guests from Beijing and teaching me to sing, I have always been very moved.

   Just because we are friends, you and Shuangling are best friends, so I have never asked you and Qingzhu about the favor and reward. I respect you for this cup. "

   "Hmm." Wen Hui looked into his eyes for a second, then touched him lightly with the cup.

   After drinking two cups in a row, Zhang Xuan said, "Can you still drink, don't force yourself."

  Wen Hui smiled knowingly: "We both drank at Lao Deng's house, and you have seen how much I drink."

   Zhang Xuan joked: "You were drunk that time."

   Hearing this, Wen Hui bowed her head, pouted and smiled silently, and quietly sipped her drink.

   During the second half of the meal, the two of them basically didn't talk much.

   But the atmosphere was not embarrassing at all, back to the old way, the two of them used eye contact the most, ate quietly, and finished the two new bottles of beer.

  Zhang Xuan likes to eat dry pot duck. Wen Hui was afraid that she would eat too much food, so she waited for him to eat at the end and watched him eat silently.

   Zhang Xuan asked: "Are you still up in the middle of the night looking for something to eat?"

   Wenhui said: "I get up from time to time, and I often prepare milk and bread at home."

   Picking and picking, Zhang Xuan finished eating the last piece of good duck meat, wiped his mouth, and beckoned the proprietress to come over and prepare to pay the bill.

  Wenhui took the initiative to say, "I'll come."

   Zhang Xuan saw that she was serious, so he didn't rush to pay the bill.

   After leaving the restaurant, he stretched and said casually, "There is no restaurant out there that can compare to your craftsmanship. It will be difficult to invite you back to dinner in the future."

  Wen Hui smiled and said, "I can be lazy."

   Zhang Xuan hurriedly said: "Then don't be lazy, I like your taste."

smell?

What is the taste?

  The taste of the dish, or the taste in the neckline?

  Wen Hui kept silent and went straight across the road into the South Gate.

   At this moment, Zhang Xuan stood there and was extremely depressed. Is his mouth open today or what?

  The two, who were about to reconcile, just found a gap by themselves.

   Watching Wen Hui leave, Zhang Xuan touched his mouth, no longer being hypocritical.

   is too lazy to be hypocritical!

   Anyway, it’s not my own woman, so the addiction is over, what are the consequences for me?

   Stopped in place for a few seconds, Zhang Xuan planned to go to the grocery store to buy two bottles of ink, and the ink at home was running out.

   Just passing by a food stall, I suddenly saw a person.

   Ou Ming was sitting in a corner, drinking alone.

   Zhang Xuan was surprised, he sat down and asked, "Old Ou, why did you drink alone today?"

   Seeing him, Ou Ming called the boss directly and asked for a pair of tableware and two dishes.

  Ou Ming said: "Brother Xuan, I know that you have an honorable status now, but I feel bitter today, Old Ou, so please accompany me for a few drinks today."

   Zhang Xuan guessed: "Lovelorn?"

  Ou Ming said with a dejected expression: "I was broken up."

   Zhang Xuan asked: "What's the reason?"

  Ou Ming said: "She finished dinner with me today, and after watching the movie, she suddenly said to me: Ou Ming, let's break up, I asked why, and she said she found a better one."

   Zhang Xuan: "..."

  Zhang Xuan probe: "How do you feel now?"

  Ou Ming took a sip of wine: "To tell you the truth, Brother Xuan, I am very sad now."

   Zhang Xuan didn't believe it: "It's not your first love, it's the fifth time you've lost your love, and you're still sad?"

  Ou Ming was unhappy, turned his head and looked at Zhang Xuan seriously: "Brother Xuan, I have told you many times, I take every relationship seriously, and every time I fall in love, I will talk about it in the first place.

  Brother Xuan, you come to comment on the rationale, I just want to have a good relationship, and I don't pursue vigorousness, why is it so difficult.

  I am also motivated. Every time I fall in love, I change one shortcoming. How come I have nothing in the end. "

   Zhang Xuan patted him on the shoulder and comforted: "I think it's those girls who are blind, it has nothing to do with you.

   Besides, it is better to break up now than to break up in the future. Anyway, fortune-telling says that you have to talk about 9, and the first 8 are destined to be divided, so why bother? "

  Ou Ming touched his bald head and said, "But I feel uncomfortable."

   Zhang Xuan said: "Don't be uncomfortable, the sixth love will come soon, and it's the first love again."

  Ou Ming gave a bitter face: "That fortune-telling is fake, that's what I used to pay the monk to do the math."

   Zhang Xuan said, "Where's the vacation? It's only three semesters away, so you're talking about 5. Is there anything in the world that's more serious than this?"

  Ou Ming said: "But my heart still hurts. I haven't eaten any of those girls, and they cost me a lot of money."

   "Yeah, money, you lost the bet this time, give the money, 60 yuan." Zhang Xuan's eyes lit up and he reached out for money.

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