The Great Era of Rebirth: 1993

   Chapter 678, Seagate (please subscribe!)

   Putting down the phone, Zhang Xuanyuan sat on the chair and quietly watched the sparrows on the sycamore tree.

   Ten minutes later, he took his mind back and started writing.

   Since I continued to write "The World" in July, I have written almost 250,000 words in two months.

   Compared with the past, it is not too much, but he is very satisfied.

  This satisfaction is that no other space is occupied by writing.

   The second is that life has entered a normal rhythm, and there is no need to get up early, get up and stay busy day and night.

  Of course, the most important thing is to ensure the quality of writing.

   "The World" belongs to traditional literature. The connotation and background of the story are not comparable to science fiction, and it is more intense than the "wind" and "latent" that I have written, which is destined to progress. It will not be too fast.

   so so so.

  The pen tip is constantly cruising on the white paper, and he can write more than 1400 words in two hours.

   Stop writing, calm down, and walk out of the study to go to class.

   It was almost a large classroom that stepped on the bell, and the teachers in front had already written half-blackboard chalk words on the blackboard.

   did not go to the front to find the animals of 303, and sat next to Dong Ziyu in the middle of the classroom.

   Seeing him sit down, Dong Ziyu asked in surprise, "What kind of wind brought you here today?"

   Zhang Xuan replied lazily: "I'm tired of sitting with Su Jinyu every day, and I want to change my taste."

   Dong Ziyu said with a smile: "Don't make this joke with me, or I can't tell you how to retaliate against me afterwards."

   Zhang Xuan glanced at the teacher in front and asked her, "Why do you still read the newspaper in class?"

   Dong Ziyu said: "This class is too boring, and watching the news is what I have to do every day."

   Zhang Xuan asked: "Affected by the family?"

   Dong Ziyu is right: "It has become a habit to follow my parents since I was a child."

   Zhang Xuan gave a thumbs up and said, "Tsk, you are born into politics."

   Dong Ziyu said: "How can there be, in fact, my life is restricted to death, I still envy you."

  The teacher gave a lecture, and the two chose to shut up.

   It's really impossible not to shut up. The teacher is also the first leader of the management school, so face is still to be given.

  This teacher's speech is really boring, and it makes people fall asleep.

  The old man decided that he would either not come to this class next time, and he would have to bring his own book when he came.

   I was really bored, and after wandering around the classroom, my eyes naturally landed on the newspaper next to me.

Um?

  Lao Chen's "White Deer Plain" won the Mao Dun Literature Award?

   Zhang Xuan subconsciously stretched out his hand and took out the newspaper to read.

   Dong Ziyu was a little helpless when he was fascinated by it. He raised his hand and let the newspaper draw it, and then watched the news of this Mao Dun Literature Award.

   After a few minutes, when he finished reading, Dong Ziyu asked, "Has the conflict between you and the original author of Bailu been resolved?"

   Zhang Xuan didn't lift his head: "I didn't take it to heart, I just don't know what Lao Chen thought, but I think Lao Chen should be a person with great atmosphere."

   Dong Ziyu, who has been immersed in officialdom since he was a child, understood what he meant in an instant: "Yes, with your current status, people will say that you will be relieved."

   Zhang Xuan turned his head and winked at her, that's what he meant.

   Dong Ziyu smiled and changed the subject: "We haven't taken a photo together yet. When the weather is fine, let's take a graduation photo together."

   Zhang Xuan agreed very readily: "Okay, you can pick a day and call me when the time comes."

   Dong Ziyu said: "dress up a little better."

   Zhang Xuan asked: "How about a black suit?"

   Dong Ziyu said: "Yes,"

   Zhang Xuan asked, "Would you like to have a haircut and mousse?"

   Dong Ziyu nodded: "That's better."

  Zhang Xuan put down the newspaper: "Is there a time when co-authoring is not good in my eyes?"

   Dong Ziyu joked: "I'm not Su Jinyu, I treat you like a treasure all the time."

   Zhang Xuan rolled his eyes and continued to read the newspaper.

   Seeing that the man had no intention of returning the newspaper to himself, Dong Ziyu picked up the pen and started taking notes in class.

   When the fourth class was about to end, the note "Du Yu" replied to the text message.

  Seagate: I just contacted my sister and she agreed with you.

   Zhang Xuan texted in surprise: Really?

  Seagate: Really.

   Zhang Xuan: What did your sister say?

  Seagate: Seagate didn't say anything, just said that it would like to meet you. The rest is up to you, I don't think it's hard for you, a flower veteran, right?

   Zhang Xuan: Thank you.

   Seagate glanced at the word "thank you" and didn't reply, but put down the phone and lay on the bed in a daze,

   After a long time, she picked up her phone again, clicked into her mailbox, and read the first text message from the two of them one by one.

   At a certain moment, she found the long-lost notebook, unlocked it, and turned to the latest page.

Write:

   I just thought back to 6 years ago and asked Seagate, 15 years old: I fell in love with him the first time we met. What do you like about him?

   Trying to recall, the 15-year-old Seagate's answer was depressing: I liked everything about him.

  I didn't give up and asked the 15-year-old Seagate again: You clearly know that he was very close to other beautiful girls, is it worth it?

  The 15-year-old Seagate didn't answer me, but instead asked: Every time you hold your phone and read his text messages repeatedly, the screen of your phone is about to crack, and the corners of your eyes are dry. Do you know what this means?

  Yes, I was speechless in the face of the rhetorical question from the 15-year-old Seagate.

  I carefully reply to his short messages every time, to maintain a certain enthusiasm, but not to go crazy; to respond to his words, and at the same time leave enough suspense for him to continue to reply to me, so as to prevent the conversation from ending without a trace.

  I gave up exploring why I fell in love with him.

  Because I didn't need a reason to fall in love with him at first sight.

   Falling in love with him is like a broken faucet. Reason tells me that he has a girlfriend and should stop in time.

  However tightening the faucet is futile, and the emotions are overwhelmed.

   Two days later, Zhang Xuan set off for the capital.

   Li Wendong picked up the plane.

  Zhang Xuan sat in the Mercedes-Benz and asked, "Do you have a car that doesn't make any holes?"

   Li Wendong asked: "What is a car without holes? It's a car with holes."

   Zhang Xuan took a photo of his forehead and saw that he asked this question. Even a Santana is very eye-catching on the street these days.

   Zhang Xuan thought about it and said, "Get me a black Audi."

  Li Wendong stared at him for a few seconds and seemed to guess what he was going to do: "Brand new? Or an old car?"

   Zhang Xuan sighed: "It's still brand new, I'm not used to old cars."

   continued: "Bring me a bouquet of roses."

   then said: "Forget it, I'll buy the roses myself, you can drive me there."

   Li Wendong laughed, "Pursue Seagate?"

   Zhang Xuan looked sideways: "Why not Mi Jian?"

   Li Wendong said: "If Mi sees you, you won't change cars."

   Zhang Xuan's eyelids lifted: "Eunuchs in ancient times would have a skill, do you know what's wrong?"

  Li Wendong asked subconsciously, "What is it?"

   Zhang Xuan said slowly: "Pretending to be deaf and dumb, this is their life-saving stunt, you should learn it hard."

   Li Wendong laughed: "Don't worry, I only watch the show, and I won't talk about it."

   Zhang Xuan snorted.

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   (Sorry, I met the legendary Kawen today, I knew what to write, but I just couldn’t write it, I died in a hurry.)

   (end of this chapter)