The Great Era of Rebirth: 1993

   Chapter 665, Mother and Daughter Night Talk

   Mercedes-Benz turned around and went all the way south into Haizhu District, and soon arrived at CUHK.

   South entrance.

   Zhang Xuan asked Shuangling, "Are you hungry? Do you want to have a meal before going home?"

  Du Shuangling looked outside the car, took his arm and said, "Let's go back first, it's too hot, I want to take a shower first."

   Zhang Xuan reached out and clenched her palm, saying yes.

  Yangcheng in summer is very beautiful in the evening, with the afterglow of the sunset and the glow of the sun.

   Entering through the south gate, the two walked slowly to the first floor of the teacher's apartment holding hands, and there happened to be a person who happened to come up from the stone steps under the plane tree. It was Zhou Rong. At this time, both hands were full of bags.

  The eyes are intertwined and meet unexpectedly.

  Du Shuangling smiled and greeted first, "Auntie, why are you here? Are you practicing the piano with Huihui?"

   "Shuangling is here."

  Zhou Rong said hello, glanced at the two hands he was holding, and then replied with a smile: "Yes, Huihui will participate in the piano competition soon. In order not to distract her, I will come to take care of her."

  Du Shuangling walked over to help share some bags, and asked with concern: "The summer in Yangcheng is hotter, is Auntie still used to it these two months?"

   Hearing "two months", Zhao Lei, who was hiding in the corridor room, couldn't help worrying about her boss and Wenhui.

   No one knows better than her, Zhou Rong has only been here for 10 days.

  Before, the boss had been with Wen Hui all the time. The two ate together and slept in the same room.

   If Zhou Rong said something wrong at this moment, what would be the consequences? Zhao Lei didn't dare to think about it, she could only bet that the proprietress was arrogant.

   As for the boss's thoughts on Wen Hui, Zhao Lei, who is always behind Zhang Xuan, is naturally clear.

   Hearing "two months" as well, Zhou Rong observed Zhang Xuan's reaction out of the corner of his eyes, and then smiled and said, "Fortunately, I was a little uncomfortable when I first arrived, but I'm almost used to it after a summer vacation."

   Full score answer, Zhang Xuan, whose face was as steady as an old dog, gave Zhou Rong a silent like.

   At the same time, he was beating drums in his heart, why did Zhou Rong lie for help?

   Is it to prevent Shuang Lingsheng from misunderstanding?

   Still doubting yourself and Wenhui?

   On the third floor, Zhou Rong asked, "Shuangling, Zhang Xuan, have you had dinner yet?"

  Du Shuangling answered: "Auntie, we just came back from London and we plan to take a shower first."

   Zhou Rong issued an invitation at the right time: "Let's come up and have dinner together after taking a shower. There will be more people and more fun."

  Du Shuanglingyan said with a smile, "That's troublesome auntie, we'll come up later."

   "What trouble, no trouble. Huihui hasn't chatted with her peers for a long time, she will be very happy to see you."

   Thinking of her daughter's practice day and night these days, Zhou Rong hopes that Du Shuangling's arrival can help her daughter relieve the pressure.

   opened the door and put things into the kitchen. After seeing Wenhui practicing the piano, Du Shuangling didn't go in to disturb the first time, but went downstairs to wash up.

  Du Shuangling went into the master bedroom to take a bath, and Zhang Xuan took a shower outside.

   He wanted to wash together, but Shuangling wouldn't let him, for fear that he would mess up during the day and let Zhou Rong see it as a joke.

   After all, Zhou Rong is a past person, and many things are clear at a glance. They are not as easy to fool as Wen Hui and Zou Qingzhu.

  The tune Wenhui is playing at the moment seems to be "Ghost Fire". This is Liszt's work dedicated to his son-in-law, and it is also the masterpiece of Liszt's collection, which condenses all the skills of this piano master.

   Listening to the music while taking a bath, Zhang Xuan felt an indescribable tranquility in his heart. I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Wen Hui’s skills seemed to have improved.

When the old man came out of the shower, Du Shuangling was still washing.

   He didn't rush and started cleaning the living room. In fact, there is not much to clean, mainly to remove some covers and wipe the dust.

   After half an hour, the sound of the piano upstairs was cut off, and soon there was a knock on the door.

   "It should be Wen Hui." Du Shuangling, who was wiping the stove, hurriedly threw down the rag, told him, and hurried to open the door.

   "Yeah! Huihui, it's been a long time since I saw me and I want to die." Du Shuangling happily gave Wen Hui a big hug outside the door.

   After a long absence, Wen Hui felt a little more open, hugged each other, and said gently, "The meal is almost ready, have you finished your hygiene?"

  Du Shuangling took her into the room, "It's coming, it'll be ready soon."

   Hearing the movement at the door, Zhang Xuan came out of the kitchen to take a look, saying hello, and then retreated back to continue working.

   After 10 minutes, the three went upstairs.

   The time was just right. When the three of them entered the door, Zhou Rong's last dish had just been served.

   There are four dishes and one soup on the table, one of which is Hunan cuisine and spicy pork.

   Seeing them come in, Zhou Rong said enthusiastically: "The dishes are ready, let's have dinner."

  The position at the dining table is still the same, Zhang Xuan and Wen Hui are sitting face to face, Shuang Ling is between them, Zhou Rong is sitting in the usual seat of Zou Qingzhu.

   "I didn't do any preparations today, the dishes are relatively simple, I hope you don't dislike it." Zhou Rong said.

   "Where, we like these dishes very much. Auntie has worked hard." Du Shuangling sincerely expressed her gratitude.

   It is said that three women are in a show, and the conversation between the three women at the dinner table is constant, and the excitement never stops.

  The old man who has never understood Zhou Rong's mind, adheres to the principle of less talk and less mistakes, and rarely talks, except to eat.

  Damn, the cooking skills of Wenjia women are really not covered!

   The daughter is like this, and the mother is also like this, the foodie doesn't want to close his mouth once he opens his mouth.

   He couldn't help thinking, if only he had such a daughter, and he could enjoy the happiness when he was old.

   After the whole meal, Zhou Rong was watching Zhang Xuan silently.

   Zhou Rong was like this because she knew that Zhang Xuan had been accompanying her daughter at school before she came.

   She was going to come to Yangcheng last month, but Huihui said that there are classmates at school, so there is no need to hurry, just because there are some trivial matters at home, so she didn't rush over.

   It was just getting along with classmates, and there was nothing to talk about, but Du Shuangling's previous remarks, the "two months" inexplicably made Zhou Rong guess in some directions.

   But it's just conjecture.

   After observing, Zhou Rong, who did not find any abnormality between her daughter and Zhang Xuan, felt that she might have thought too much.

  What Zhou Rong is thinking, Zhang Xuan doesn't know, even if he does, it doesn't matter. The old man just had a meal and was hungry. There is nothing more meaningful than eating and drinking.

  After the meal, Zhang Xuan didn't get involved in the endless chat of the three, and went downstairs for a walk to digest his food.

   There are still a few days before leaving school, worried that something will happen, Zhao Lei follows from a distance.

When    approached the Eighteen Bronze Statue, Zhang Xuan looked up and asked, "Isn't there any suspicion?"

   Zhao Lei pondered and said, "Zhou Rong knows me."

   Zhang Xuan nodded.

   He understood very well that Zhao Lei couldn't hide it from others, otherwise Zhou Rongfei would be worried about Wenhui's death.

   ordered: "Chen Yan is here, I'll give you a few days off, and come back after school starts."

   Zhao Lei knew that the boss wanted to avoid Du Shuangling.

   Looking at his back, Zhao Lei secretly sighed: She is so rich and famous, but the hero is saddened by the beauty pass, and she still can't get around Wenrou Township.

   In the days that followed, apart from running the Tianhe Road Mall occasionally, Zhang Xuan basically wrote in his study.

   When you are hungry, someone calls you to eat, and when you are sleepy, you go to bed, and you live a comfortable and fulfilling life.

  The only fly in the ointment is that although the writing in the "world" has continued to be in a good state, he still thinks something is wrong?

   or can not say wrong. He has pondered over and over again his draft, and it is no worse than the original in terms of writing style, storytelling, depth of content and thought.

   This situation can be said to be very good.

   He believes that this quality will be self-satisfying for a contemporary writer.

   But Zhang Xuan felt that it was still a little bit worse. He felt that he could still make a breakthrough in himself and elevate the storytelling and thinking to a higher level.

   Of course, this is all a feeling and cannot be implemented.

   And what is the feeling?

   In other words, there is still a lack of opportunity. This is like practicing qigong in martial arts novels. When the qigong reaches a peak, it will encounter a bottleneck. If you want to go further, you can't use brute force, but need enlightenment.

   Zhang Xuan also thought that he needed enlightenment.

   But he is not in a hurry. If he can't find it in a while, he will follow the current thinking step by step and finish writing "the world". Then, if one day suddenly opened up the second line of Ren and Du, and realized the Tao, then it can be pushed back again.

   Zhang Xuan firmly believes that writing is a process that accumulates over time, and it is impossible to achieve success by daydreaming, so he chooses to go down on the ground.

   "Dear, are you finished, it's almost dinner time."

"okay."

   After twisting the cap of the pen, Zhang Xuan stretched his waist and asked, "Will mother Wenhui leave tomorrow?"

  Du Shuangling reached out and rubbed his shoulders, "Yes, Shanghai Jiaotong University will start in two days. Auntie needs to go to the school one day earlier for the meeting."

   Zhang Xuan thought about it and asked, "Do you know what position Wenhui's father is in the army?"

  Du Shuangling shook her head: "I don't know, Qingzhu and I have never asked. But her father has been very busy and only comes home once or twice a week."

   Zhang Xuan asked: "When will Zou Qingzhu come over?"

  Du Shuangling told: "The car tomorrow night will arrive the day after tomorrow."

   was leaving, Zhou Rong cooked a richer last meal.

   Zhang Xuan brought a bottle of Bertus red wine and said, "Auntie, the four of us have a drink in the evening, thank you for taking care of us these days."

   "Okay." Zhou Rong recognized the red wine at a glance and happily agreed.

  Drinking and eating, Zhou Rong asked him in the middle, "Are you writing a new book recently?"

   Zhang Xuan said: "That's right, but it's been written for a long time."

   Zhou Rong was curious: "What type?"

   Zhang Xuan replied: "Traditional literature."

   Zhou Rong recalled: "You haven't written traditional literature for two years, right? Many people thought that you would take root in science fiction, why did you think about turning back?"

   This is not her overthinking, but the speculation of many experts, scholars and media people.

The reason for    is simple: science fiction earns dollars and pounds. In terms of attracting money, traditional literature is simply incomparable, or not of an order of magnitude.

  Many people think that Zhang Xuan is accustomed to eating big fish and big meat, and he will definitely despise chaffy.

  Uh. It can't be compared like that. Traditional literature is not a piece of shit, but if you put aside the status of the literary world, it still has great limitations.

   Such as regional, such as money.

   Zhang Xuan's self-positioning is very clear, and the further development of traditional literature is to dig in the direction of the Nobel Prize. But that thing is a bit dreamy, even if you copy a work of the Nobel Prize for Literature, you may not win the prize.

   And he doesn't have that idea at the moment.

   Zhang Xuan raised his head: "Writing science fiction is my hobby on a whim. Traditional literature is my root, but my new book is relatively large and takes a long time."

  Science fiction is just a hobby, listen, is this what people say?

   Hundreds of millions, billions of dollars to make money in their pockets, is that something ordinary people can do with their hobbies?

   Whenever someone else said this, Zhou Rong would scoff.

   But the person on the opposite side is Zhang Xuan, and Zhou Rong didn't think it was abrupt by Zhang Xuan's words. Zhang Xuan has a strong chest and talent, which is a recognized fact.

   Zhou Rong asked: "How long will it take to finish writing?"

   Zhang Xuan shook his head: "Not sure, it will take about half a year, maybe longer."

   Hearing this, Zhou Rong did not ask any further questions.

night.

  After washing, Zhou Rong walked into her daughter's room, "Mom is leaving tomorrow, I will sleep with you tonight."

   Wen Hui, who was leaning against the head of the bed to read a book, moved slightly to the side and said yes.

   Zhou Rong glanced at the postgraduate entrance examination book in his daughter's hand and asked, "How are you thinking about going back to Shanghai for postgraduate study?"

   It's not the first time that my mother has raised this question. Wen Hui didn't say anything for the first time, and was silent for a long time before asking, "Is this what Grandpa meant, or what you and Dad thought?"

   Zhou Rong put a pillow behind his back: "Your grandfather meant it, but your dad didn't object."

  Wenhui put down the book and asked again, "You also want me to go back to the Shanghai market?"

   Zhou Rong told her: "Originally I respected your ideas, but"

  Wenhui turned her head: "But what?"

   Zhou Rong looked into her eyes and asked seriously, "You and Zhang Xuan?"

  Wenhui knew what she meant, "You just want to know if Zhang Xuan and I have feelings for each other, right?"

   Being robbed by her daughter so frankly, Zhou Rong felt a little guilty and didn't know how to answer for a while?

   After all, these are all based on guesswork and worry.

  Wen Hui picked up the book again: "You have also met Shuang Ling and have been together for so long. They have a very good relationship."

   Hearing the words, Zhou Rong breathed a sigh of relief, but his face was still sad: "Zhang Xuan is too good. Your grandfather and your father are afraid that if you have been together for a long time, it will be detrimental to your future mate selection."

   These words reminded Wen Hui of what happened to Zou Qingzhu.

  In the beginning, he was always comparing his boyfriend with Zhang Xuan, and as a result, Zou Qingzhu lost interest in her boyfriend.

   If Zou Qingzhu had not woken up early, the two would have broken up.

   After understanding the family's thoughts, Wen Hui softened her tone: "I'll think about it again, and I'll give you an answer after the piano competition is over."

   Zhou Rong fixedly looked at her daughter's good-looking profile, and her thoughts slowly pulled back to 20 years ago. She was obviously still an infant, but she was so old in a blink of an eye, and she also had her own independent ideas.

   She asked: "Is it reluctant to bear Shuangling and Qingzhu?"

  Wen Hui hummed softly.

   Zhou Rong understands this very well.

   From childhood to adulthood, my daughter's temperament was relatively cold, and she did not have many friends. The better ones either went abroad or developed in other places, and not many stayed in the Shanghai market.

   Thinking of this, Zhou Rong no longer pushes.

   In fact, she was quite critical of her father-in-law's interference with her daughter's studies.

  Since Huihui was admitted to Peking University on the grounds of cultivating an independent character and did not follow her own ideas, what is the difference between studying at CUHK and studying at Fudan?

   All are famous universities, and there is no qualitative change.

   Of course, Zhou Rong just thought about these thoughts in his heart. She knew very well that her father-in-law had spent the first half of his life on the battlefield. He had fought with the enemy for so many years. His temper was like a stone in a ditch, very hard.

   That eldest sister-in-law is a typical example. After marrying in the United States, she was not allowed to go home for 14 years. If it wasn't for the old man who felt that he was getting old and had few days to live, and the little sister-in-law nagging day and night, he would not let go.

   So in front of her father-in-law, Zhou Rong would not refute it; but if Huihui was resolutely unwilling, she would not force it.

   But the acquaintance Mo Ruomu knew that as long as her father-in-law told Huihui in person, her daughter would return to the Shanghai market nine times out of ten.

   This night, Zhou Rong, who had been nagging for a long time, was a little sleepy and slept very deeply.

   Listening to the well-proportioned breathing around her, Wen Hui didn't feel sleepy. She lay in bed and remembered a lot of miscellaneous things, some of which were good and some not so good.

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