The Great Era of Rebirth: 1993

   Chapter 419, silently reach an agreement (please subscribe!)

   looked at Wenhui on the sofa.

   Zhang Xuan inexplicably remembered the scene where the two met for the first time.

At that time, she was also lying on the sofa, a beige fleece coat, draped over her lazily, looked very casual, and the first impression was very comfortable, like nature's darling, without any violations sense.

   Aside from the best looks, what attracted Zhang Xuan's attention most at that time was the pair of eyes full of peculiar charm. Black and white is translucent, pure and simple, clean without a trace of impurities, and it seems that there is only affirmation and admiration at a glance, which makes people's emotions instantly inexplicably quiet.

   After a year and a half, the people are still the same.

   It's just that the beige fleece jacket is replaced by a light red wool jacket.

   But it still feels so comfortable. Or because of age, more style, more flavor.

  Hey, no wonder her daughter-in-law has to be on guard against Wenhui.

   His eyes wandered slowly over her body several times, and finally returned to the neckline and back to the heart.

  No way, who is the most familiar with these two places?

  Other places are familiar in dreams, but after all, it is a dream.

   After watching for a minute, the old man was stunned for a moment. Wen Hui's right hand moved unconsciously, protecting it on his chest.

  Er, maybe conscious?

   Zhang Xuan rubbed his brows, he had a conscience of heaven and earth, and he had absolutely no thoughts about Wen Hui.

   is purely to appreciate beauty.

  Be reasonable, right?

  Be reasonable…

  Thinking like this, regardless of whether she was awake or not, she covered her with a thin blanket, and immediately left the study and returned to the master bedroom.

   Hearing the footsteps gradually walking away, Wen Hui's tightly closed eyelashes clump together and slowly open.

   Actually, when Zhang Xuan got up just now, Wen Hui, who has always been very sensitive, completely woke up from her daze.

   Just felt that after he was looking at herself, she didn't make a sound and didn't open her eyes for the first time.

   But she still covered her chest subconsciously, because past experience told her that Zhang Xuan's eyes would definitely stop here.

only…

   Grabbing the blanket with her right hand, she took a closer look. Wen Hui, who was half up, was calm for a few seconds, and then leaned back on the sofa.

  …

  The night is gone, and the sun rises as usual.

   When Zhang Xuan got up, the door to the second bedroom next door was open, so he could see inside at a glance.

  Wenhui is not here.

Um?

   She woke up so early?

  Look at the time, 9:18.

   It seems that it is not too early, and he has fallen asleep until now. This has not happened for a long time.

   Is it because of Wenhui?

   Then, if you look at it more in the future, will you be able to have the effect of falling asleep?

  I've seen it anyway, so it's not a loss to see her again...

  Bah, when did you become so shameless?

   I muttered "Amitabha" in my heart, and I really had no idea about Wenhui.

   After a simple wash, Zhang Xuan found that Wen Hui was no longer on the second floor.

   After thinking about it, I changed my shoes and went out for breakfast.

   When he reached the entrance of the corridor this time, his will was very firm, and he went up to the third floor confidently.

   The reason is very simple. If you wake up after a night's sleep, if you dare not face her, doesn't that prove that you have a guilty conscience last night?

   Guilt? If it doesn't exist, just knock on the door.

   "Dong Dong Dong..."

   Hearing the sound, Wen Hui got up from the sofa and came to the door.

   "Zhang Xuan?" The inside asked cautiously.

   "Well, it's me." Zhang Xuan replied.

  The door opened in response, looking at each other, Wen Hui asked, "Are you here for breakfast?"

   Zhang Xuan's face is very thick: "No, I just care if you have breakfast?"

  Wenhui looked at him and said, "Thank you, I've already eaten it."

   Zhang Xuan: "…"

   Turn around and leave.

  Wenhui looked at his back, thought about it, and said, "I eat noodles for breakfast."

   Zhang Xuan turned his back and waved his little hand: "I don't want to eat noodles, I want to eat noodles."

  Wen Hui added: "Beef whistle."

   Zhang Xuan turned back immediately: "Hey, yes, I like to eat noodles too."

   Seeing that his face changed faster than the sky, Wen Hui's red lips parted slightly, and a slight smile was written on her face.

   Entering the house, Zhang Xuan probed into the kitchen: "Are there any eggs at home?"

   "Yes." Wen Hui answered while wearing a sleeve.

   "Bring me a fried egg."

"Um."

   "No, two." Zhang Xuan changed his tune.

  Wenhui didn't say anything, didn't say yes, didn't say no.

  The noodles are cooked quickly.

   But when I saw Wenhui also sitting opposite with a bowl of noodles to eat.

   Zhang Xuan was stunned, and couldn't help but ask, "Didn't you say you ate it?"

  Wen Hui lowered her head and calmly took a small bite of noodles, then another bite of egg, ignoring him the whole time.

   Looking straight at her eating several chopsticks, Zhang Xuan regained his senses and began to start working on the noodles like the autumn wind swept the leaves.

   This woman's craftsmanship is good, the noodles are firm, and the golden fried eggs are full of oily fragrance.

   After eating two fried eggs in one go, Zhang Xuan said, "Remember to fry three for me next time."

  Wenhui looked up at him: "There are no eggs at home."

   Zhang Xuan said: "That's fine, I'll go out to eat."

   After breakfast, Zhang Xuan left.

   First, I went to the campus for a walk, but I didn't find Li Zheng or Zhang Sufang, and I didn't find any good-looking girls or interesting things.

A bit disappointed.

   sat on the grass for a while, then went back to the second floor to rent a room.

   Not long after entering the door, Wen Hui came again.

   Zhang Xuan is not surprised: "You still don't give up on "Clockwork Girl"?"

  Wen Hui smiled gently, took the manuscript and sat on the sofa last night, and began to look through it. Tacitly did not deliberately avoid it.

  In the morning, the two of them were busy in the study and didn't say a word.

   At noon, Wen Hui went to the third floor to cook lunch. The two returned to the study after a quiet lunch, and remained the same in the afternoon.

   Without the fear of difficulties at the beginning, Zhang Xuan is in a good state today.

   In one day, I wrote nearly 7,000 words.

   This has seriously exceeded his expectations and standards, so he stopped writing decisively.

   Then check from the beginning, pondering and revising paragraph by paragraph.

   until satisfied.

   revised it back and forth three times, but Wen Hui didn’t know when she left.

   got up, twisted his waist and twisted his butt, Zhang Xuan went to the corridor outside.

   Looking down, Lao Deng didn't know where he died, and he still hasn't come back.

   During dinner, Zhang Xuan asked, "Have you asked by phone? When will Zou Qingzhu come?"

  Wenhui said, "I asked, Tong Shuangling arrives at school one day, but she is going in the afternoon."

  Zhang Xuan asked again: "Have you seen "Clockwork Girl"?"

   Mentioned this, Wen Hui was not so calm, and instead asked curiously: "How did you come up with these novel settings?"

   "Tell me first, did you see it?"

   "I didn't play the piano this afternoon."

   "Did you lose sight of it?"

"Um."

   The people around him finally saw it, Zhang Xuan was a little happy: "When the book is published, the first set of free autographed books will be given to you."

  Wenhui smiled knowingly, and said nothing, waiting for a reply.

   Zhang Xuan said proudly: "Don't ask me how I came up with those novel settings.

   Just like some people can be high-ranking officials, some can be generals, and some people can be the bosses of multinational companies. My talent is to be a writer, to be imaginative..."

  Wenhui looked at him with a calm expression, listened to his bragging, and when he was sure that he had finished playing and that he had stopped talking, he got up and went directly to the piano room.

   Zhang Xuan reminded behind his back: "Bowls and chopsticks, haven't the bowls and chopsticks been cleaned yet?"

  Wenhui said without turning her head, "Let's put that first, I need to play the piano and calm my mind."

   Zhang Xuan: "…"

  Bah! This girl also has a bad conscience.

   Hearing the sound of the piano, Zhang Xuan ate for a while by himself, and finally knocked on the door: "Can you come in?"

  Wen Hui nodded lightly.

   Zhang Xuan walked over, reached out and touched the piano, and said to her, "I haven't heard you sing other than "Xintianyou", why don't you sing one today?"

  Wenhui looked up at him.

   Zhang Xuan pointed to his head: "Today's writing is dizzy, and I need to relax."

  Wenhui did not refuse, but asked, "Do you have any songs in particular that you want to listen to?"

   Zhang Xuan said without thinking: "Didn't you sing "I will have you in my life" at the wedding, just this one."

  Wen Hui looked away from him, put her sallow fingers on the black and white keys, and began to play seriously.

   The prelude passed, and Wen Hui's cherry mouth opened lightly: "Because I dreamed of you leaving, I woke up from crying..."

Um?

   so nice?

   Zhang Xuan was astonished, isn't this level completely beating himself?

   It's a shame that he was still in front of her before.

   But fortunately, the old man had a thick skin and found a place to sit down without blushing. He looked out the window and listened comfortably.

   After listening, I closed my eyes...

After the song    was over, Wen Hui glanced at him.

   Seeing that his eyes were closed, he directly changed to a more soothing piano piece.

   It may be due to overuse of his brain, Zhang Xuan fell asleep at some point.

  Wenhui didn't know how many songs she played, but she stopped when she felt it was almost the same.

   Sitting quietly in front of the piano, after looking at his sleeping face for a while, he also went to the bedroom to get a thick blanket to cover him.

   was tugging around, and only when his ankles were also covered, Wen Hui stood up, closed the door, and went to the kitchen.

   For the next two days, Zhang Xuan devoted himself to creating.

  Wenhui is still the same, addicted to "Clockwork Girl". During the day, except for making three meals a day, I hold it and watch it.

   In the evening, she would practice the piano.

  If Zhang Xuan follows, play the rhythm a little more slowly.

  If Zhang Xuan can’t come, he will play and create his own, and he will revise and modify the sheet music after playing.

   18th of the lunar calendar.

  Wenhui got up early in the morning and firstly cleaned up the broken hair on the bed.

   Zhang Xuan asked at breakfast, "Are you creating?"

"Um."

   "Composing piano music?"

"Um."

   Zhang Xuan stopped his chopsticks and leaned forward: "May I ask, what level is your piano?"

   It was rare to see him like this, Wen Hui replied with a clever smile: "I'll just try to play."

   Then, without waiting to speak, he said, "Wait, Shuangling will go back to school."

   Zhang Xuan understood in seconds: "I know."

   Simple questions and answers, the two silently reached an agreement just like they met for the first time.

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