Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

Seeing Manzai and Shuangling whispering and laughing in the firewood pile, their relationship was as harmonious as honey, Ruan Xiuqin felt very open.

She has never been so happy since her husband died.

Now the eldest daughter is pregnant, and the young couple is in love. The two parents are friendly and talkative, a rare good family.

My son has been admitted to college again, and he has become a writer and has made money. Flattery can be heard in and outside the village.

Even recently, there have been several people who secretly came to her door to inquire about her son's marriage.

One of them is still a technical secondary school student and has just been assigned to the county tax bureau.

Even with such conditions, Ruan Xiuqin still declined politely. This technical secondary school student is pretty good, he’s a decent student and he’s good at work.

But compared with the girl Shuangling in the firewood pile, she is just the difference between a phoenix in the sky and a chicken on the ground.

As for other old people who secretly promote their daughters, Ruan Xiuqin always smiles warmly, but she is thinking in her heart: What about wishing for good things?

The family has built a villa, has plenty of money, and is living a better life. However, everything was beautiful as far as the eye could see, but Ruan Xiuqin still couldn't help but miss her second daughter.

She often thinks these days that it would be great if she could contact her second daughter.

It would be better if the second daughter couldn't survive outside and come back on her own initiative.

She is willing to apologize to her daughter and send her daughter to repeat her studies, even once, twice, or three times...

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The wind followed the rain, and the rain followed the clouds. From morning to noon, the entire Shangcun Village was covered in thick drizzle.

The dishes are ready and very rich. The 7 dishes are all top-notch hard dishes.

There was a big pot of spicy chicken, a big bowl of beef stir-fried with celery, steamed pork with rice flour, a pot of fresh wild mushrooms, pork blood balls soaked in oil, a boiled fish, and finally a baby cabbage.

The wine is warm soju.

It can be seen that it is to prepare a good meal for Du Shuangling and to celebrate Manzai and Shuangling becoming college students. Ruan Xiuqin also put in a lot of thought and money today.

Holding a black cloth umbrella and rolling up his trousers, Zhang Xuan ran to the construction site and called his uncle and Ouyang Zhu back.

Then he received Comrade Ruan Xiuqin's eyes and rushed to the shed with a suppressed smile, calling out Ai Qing who was addicted to the novel.

Then start the meal.

Eight people crowded into the table, and the seats were just right.

Zhang Xuan carried a teapot of soju and started pouring it in front of his uncle and aunt, then filled the glasses of Ruan Xiuqin, Ai Qing and Ouyang Zhu, and finally Ouyang Yong. Even Du Shuangling also poured half a cup in front of him.

He stood up and said to his uncle: "Uncle, one of us will come first. You have been exhausted these days."

My uncle was a boring person, but he was unambiguous at the moment. He picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp.

Finally, they filled up the wine and said to Zhang Xuan and Du Shuangling: "Come on, I'm going to have a drink with you two college students today to feel happy."

Zhang Xuan naturally agreed and poured another cup after finishing one cup.

Du Shuangling was a little reserved, but not afraid of the stage. She picked up the cup and took a sip.

The aunt next to me suddenly laughed and said, "You kid, are you stupid in writing articles or something? How can you let this girl really drink?"

Zhang Xuan looked at Ai Qing with a smile, took Du Shuangling's wine glass, and drank it in one gulp.

Du Shuangling also glanced at her mother subconsciously. After she finished drinking, she took the empty cup with a blushing face and sat down with a smile.

Old men can't do things well, but they can still drink. Everyone on the table was counted, except for the pregnant eldest sister.

When it was his turn to drink alone with Ai Qing, Ai Qing suddenly raised his head and asked: "Who is the old ghost?"

Everyone at the table felt baffled when they heard this nonsense.

But Zhang Xuan understood and thought, "Oh, I'm still lost in my novels", and said with a smile:

"Auntie, the biggest highlight of my book is the cage dilemma. It's pointless to tell you the answer now. Keep the suspense until the last moment to have an aftertaste."

Ai Qing thought for a while, and then agreed with his statement, but couldn't help but ask: "How many more words will you write next?"

Zhang Xuan thought for a while and said: "There are about eighty or ninety thousand left. I will finish it before school starts."

Ai Qing nodded, picked up the wine glass and touched it with him. He drank it in one go without saying any blessings.

After finishing the glass, Ai Qing also filled up the wine glass, returned the drink and said: "This novel is very wonderful. When it is published in the future, give me a signed copy."

Zhang Xuan replied seriously: "Okay! With your kind words, if it is really published in the future, I will personally deliver it to my aunt's house."

Listening to the conversation between the two, everyone was stunned.

Although everyone at the table didn't know what novel the two were talking about, they all heard two meanings from Ai Qing's mouth.

First, although Zhang Xuan's novel has not yet been published, Ai Qing, as the first reader, highly praised the novel.

The second is the change in Ai Qing's attitude.

Although Zhang Xuan and Du Shuangling had never been separated in front of everyone before, they didn't give them a good look, and they remained calm.

At this moment, Ai Qing took the initiative to say this, and also took the initiative to give Zhang Xuan a drink in return. The meaning is completely different.

Don't over-interpret it, saying that you are optimistic about the love between the two, and agree that the two get along.

But at least Ai Qing recognized Zhang Xuan's talent in public and respected the wisdom behind his pen.

It is very difficult for a woman who has been arrogant for decades to do this.

It can even be said to be rare!

At this moment, among the eight people at the table, the happiest person was Du Shuangling.

After mother and daughter had a falling out over volunteering, it was the first time in a long time that Du Shuangling saw her mother's attitude towards her sweetheart. This beginning undoubtedly excited her.

Ruan Xiuqin was overjoyed when she saw Shuang Ling's daughter. She gave her a chicken drumstick and said gently, "Come here, let's have some food after just drinking."

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The food was good, the wine was strong, no one was holding it, the conversation was lively, and the food was satisfying.

In the middle of the meal, the jingling of bicycles suddenly sounded outside the shed, scattered in a series, crisp and sweet.

Then a familiar voice shouted from outside: "Zhang Xuan, your letter!"

Zhang Xuan was clinking glasses with Ouyang Zhu at this moment. Hearing this, he subconsciously asked loudly: "Brother Lin, which magazine do you belong to?"

Postman Lin looked at the parcel and replied, "It's from the People's Literature Publishing House."

Bang...!

With a sound, Zhang Xuan's wine glass was poured on the table, and half a cup of soju flowed out along the edge. The wine crossed the table and dripped into a line on the ground.

Seeing this terrible scene, the old man couldn't care anymore and ran outside excitedly.

"You're still delivering letters on this rainy day, aren't you taking a break?" Zhang Xuan happily took the parcel from Postman Lin, not forgetting to express concern.

"I want to, but I can't rest. The letters have piled up in the past few days. I have to deliver them every day." Postman Lin replied with a smile.

Zhang Xuan asked again: "Have you had lunch? We are having lunch, let's eat together."

Postman Lin waved his hand and said with a grin: "No, no, I ate. I ate wontons at Shimen Station and brought them here."

Zhang Xuan raised his eyebrows and asked: "Qian Yuejin wonton restaurant?"

"That's right." Postman Lin chuckled, gave an expression that every man would understand, and rode off on his bicycle.

The parcel was neither light nor heavy. When Zhang Xuan couldn't wait to tear it open, it was as expected. It contained a sample magazine, a remittance slip and a letter from the editor.

At this moment, the old man felt excited and at ease.

Carefully handing the sample magazine to Du Shuangling, who was eager to take the exam, Zhang Xuan opened the letter and read:

Compared with the editors of Zhiyin and Youth Digest, the editors of People's Literature are much more pragmatic in terms of language. They don't have gorgeous words, but they have sincere praise.

For example, people appreciate the suspense setting and secret room dilemma in the article, and they also like the creative techniques of the three programmatic structures of "East Wind", "West Wind" and "Quiet Wind".

Compared with the above praises, Zhang Xuan likes the sentence at the end the most: The story is full of profound morals, and the wind is life. I have been lucky enough to read such an excellent work in my lifetime, and I look forward to the follow-up!

Zhang Xuan smiled happily after reading it.

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