Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

"good."

She was indeed tired. If she hadn't been there to witness the sacred moment of his completion, she would have fallen asleep a long time ago.

Du Shuangling responded crisply, but the man didn't leave or move, he just stared at him with bright eyes. The dark pupils reflected the shadow of the man in the dim light.

The old man took a look and didn't understand. He opened his hands and took her in his arms, holding her tightly, tighter and tighter.

She liked the feeling of him taking the initiative to hug her. Instead of resisting, Du Shuangling wrapped her arms around him, closed her eyes and pressed against his chest, listening to his heart.

In the dead of night, this feeling is wonderful. Du Shuangling feels sweet every minute and cherishes every minute.

After the two hugged each other quietly for a while, she raised her head slightly and asked: "Is there any hope that your book will be published?"

Zhang Xuan said: "You mean the physical book?"

Du Shuangling said softly "Hmm".

Zhang Xuan thought for a while and said calmly: "I don't know. It depends on the response from readers after the series is serialized. If the market has high demand, a publishing house will naturally contact us."

Du Shuangling asked again: "How long will it take to receive market feedback?"

Zhang Xuan said: "The editor will probably introduce the situation to me the next time I come to sample the issue. This process will not take long."

Du Shuanglingyan responded with a smile: "Okay, I will celebrate your success then."

Zhang Xuan laughed, lowered his head and kissed her, then joked: "Why do I feel that you are more confident than me?"

Being kissed, Du Shuangling blushed and pursed her lips. After being silent for a while, she said, "Zhang Xuan, do you believe in fate?

I always have the illusion in my dreams that we have known each other in my previous life. You are the person I loved most in my previous life, so I believe you. "

Hearing these words suddenly, the old man was really shocked.

Damn it!

Does this dream have to be so accurate?

After being inexplicably surprised for a few seconds, Zhang Xuan stroked her black hair with his right hand and said slowly: "I know the Three Lives Stone, the past life, this life and the next life, we are destined to be together."

Du Shuangling heard something strange. She looked at him and suddenly made a sweet sound like the tinkling of spring water: "Zhang Xuan, kiss me."

"Um……"

Lower your head...

look up…

The green mountains reflected the green water. At a certain moment, the old man let go of the woman who was about to suffocate, bit her earlobe lightly, and breathed:

"It will be dawn in more than three hours. Why don't you sleep with me?"

"No~"

Du Shuangling, who had closed her eyes just now and was leaning in his arms and letting him be intimate with her, heard this and was so frightened that she quickly opened her eyes and struggled to leave his arms.

He ran to the door in one breath, held the doorknob, turned around and said "good night" with a smile, then opened half of the door and slipped through the crack in the door.

Zhang Xuan walked to the door, felt the happiness factor in the air, and closed the door in a good mood.

sleep.

…

that side.

Ai Qing, who had been secretly watching at the window all night, saw his daughter come out of his room, and his frown slowly relaxed.

After watching his daughter enter her room and turning off the lights, Ai Qing also turned around and went back to bed.

Dudong, who had woken up from his sleep, glanced at his wife and asked, "Have they finished writing?"

Ai Qing slowly lay down and closed his eyes for a few seconds before saying, "I think I've finished writing. The lights in both rooms have been turned off."

Dudukong laughed and said, "Now that my daughter is back in the room, you can finally sleep peacefully."

Ai Qing said nothing.

Seeing this, Dudong followed up and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Ai Qing still closed his eyes and spoke for a long time: "I shouldn't keep him overnight tonight."

Du Dudong was puzzled: "Why do you say that?"

Ai Qing calmly said something incomprehensible: "A woman's intuition."

Du Dudong was silent and understood, and said slowly: "My daughter is getting older and she will take this step sooner or later. I think you are just being pretentious. You already recognize Zhang Xuan in your heart, but you don't want to admit it."

Hearing this, Ai Qing opened his eyes suddenly: "Who said I recognized him?"

"..."

Seeing that his wife fell out with her whenever she said she wanted to, Dudong was speechless and didn't bother to make himself any more uncomfortable, so he turned over and continued to sleep.

…

The next day, when Zhang Xuan opened his eyes again, it was already past nine in the morning.

After washing up quickly, I went downstairs and found Dudong talking on the phone on the sofa, talking about how many kilograms of honeysuckle this house had and how many kilograms that house had.

He looked overjoyed, it seemed that the medicinal business was going very well this year.

As for Ai Qing, she was wearing an apron and busy in the kitchen. The food tasted delicious.

Du Shuangling was also in the kitchen at the moment, washing and chopping vegetables and helping out.

While eating, Ai Qing suddenly asked him: "Have you finished writing "The Wind"?"

Zhang Xuan nodded: "It's finished."

Ai Qing asked again: "Do you have any ideas for your next book?"

Ouch!

Judging from your question, writing is not about drinking soup. How could it be so fast?

Facing three pairs of expectant and curious eyes, Zhang Xuan, who felt a little proud in his heart, pondered for a while and said:

"I have some ideas, but they still need time to settle. Every step of a book, from collecting materials to organizing thoughts to writing, is a massive project. And..."

Speaking of this, Zhang Xuan paused before continuing: "And I just finished writing a work, and my emotions are still stuck in it. I have to rest for a while before I can come out."

Du Dudong agreed with this statement, poured him some wine, smiled and comforted him: "It's not all words that come from nature, and good hands come by chance. There is no need to rush this thing, you are not afraid of being late for a good meal, take your time, you and I Auntie believes in you."

Ai Qing said nothing after hearing this, glanced at her daughter who was picking up food for the boy, lowered her head and concentrated on eating.

…

After the meal, the few of them got into Santana together and went to Shangcun without stopping.

About 14 minutes later, the car stopped at the intersection.

Du Dudong went to the construction site to find his uncle as soon as he got off the car.

As for Ai Qing, her purpose was quite clear. She passed by Ruan Xiuqin and didn't even bother to say hello. She sat down on a bench arrogantly and waited for the manuscript to come.

Seeing her mother putting on airs in front of Aunt Xiuqin, Du Shuangling was not surprised. She pretended not to notice, smiled and chatted with Ruan Xiuqin.

Zhang Xuan first handed the copper key to Ai Qing, then made some cold dishes, brought a pot of soju, and went to find Huang Fugui.

Before I leave, I have to say goodbye to this old man and thank him.

Huang Fugui drank some wine, wrinkled his face, took a sip of his old sallow teeth and said with a smile: "Boy Zhang, you published an article in People's Literature at a young age, you have a bright future."

Zhang Xuan smiled and clinked a drink with him and asked, "Have you read the article? What do you think?"

Huang Fugui took another sip of wine, followed by a puff of cigarette, and finally said excitedly: "Okay, I watched it, it's very good! It made me dream back to my youth, and it made me feel like I was back in the Shanghai era."

Knowing that Zhang Xuan was going to school, Huang Fugui was not restrained in drinking this time. The two of them drank happily.

But in the middle of eating, there was a noise from the yard next door.

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Yesterday I applied for it to be put on the shelves, but the editor didn't give me a definite reply. He said he would wait and see what happens.

It may be put on the shelves tomorrow, waiting for the editor's notice this morning.

If it is not on the shelves tomorrow, it means it will be rushed to the next important recommendation position.

No matter what, I still beg you to continue reading. Although I am so tired, there is not much I can do in March, so I still beg you all.