Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

When Yang Manjing took out a new cup and put tea leaves in it, Xiao Shiyi suddenly came over quietly.

Xiao Eleven whispered: "I'll do it, you go and rest."

Yang Manjing thought she heard wrongly and asked in shock: "This is to pour tea for my cousin, are you here?"

Xiao Eleven blinked: "I'll do it."

Yang Manjing confirmed that she heard correctly this time, and then she was stunned!

Really stupid!

Is this still the little Eleven who has been with him for almost 20 years?

When did you serve tea and water?

Is the person in front of me really still the little Eleven with eyes above his head?

You don’t play like this when you play, do you?

Don’t be so serious when playing!

Taking a quick glance at her cousin on the sofa, Yang Manjing covered her mouth and asked in a low voice: "What are you doing? You don't really like my cousin, do you?"

Xiao Shiyi smiled and asked, "If I fall in love with your cousin, will you help me?"

Yang Manjing shook her head firmly: "I won't help."

Xiao Shiyi didn't speak quickly, and asked slowly: "Why?"

Yang Manjing said with a worried look: "I don't think you are sincere. I'm afraid you will spoil my cousin."

Xiao Eleven raised his eyebrows: "Why aren't you worried that he will mess with me?"

Yang Manjing didn't believe it: "I come from the mountains, how can I beat you?"

At this time, the water was boiling. Xiao Xi filled the cup and said to Yang Manjing: "Don't follow me."

Yang Manjing, "..."

…

In fact, there is a reason why Little Eleven is so active and abnormal today.

Last night at dinner time.

After Qin Yueming finished cooking, he went to the study to call Su Jin for dinner.

Although Su Jin responded verbally at that time, he sat still, holding "People's Literature" in his hands and looking at it intently.

Woolen cloth! That's not accurate either.

Fascination cannot be described as the state of climax that Su Jin had while watching "The Sound of the Wind".

To exaggerate a little, it might be more appropriate to describe it as obsessed.

After shouting again, Su Jin didn't move.

After shouting for the second time, Su Jin still didn't move.

So Qin Yueming went in and shouted for the third time. Su Kou still promised, but still didn't move.

Seeing that the dishes were starting to get cold, Qin Yueming felt a little angry and immediately ordered Xiao Shiyi, who had already drank half a bowl of soup on the table:

"Go! Call your dad out for dinner."

Little Eleven didn't want to move at all, but when he saw his biological mother's attitude of "If you dare to disobey me, I'll get angry at you," he reluctantly got up and went to the study.

"Dad, it's time to eat. If you don't go to my house, the tigress will go crazy."

"Yes." Su Jin responded. Seeing that his most beloved daughter was here, he reluctantly put down "People's Literature."

Su Jin stood up, stretched and stretched his legs, but he still exclaimed to himself: "The writing is so good!"

Little Eleven has long been accustomed to his father's love of reading books and newspapers, and his habit of procrastinating every time he reads books and newspapers.

Even immune.

This was also the reason why she didn't want to come in and shout at first.

Xiao Eleven originally didn't care much about his father's sigh.

But when her eyes accidentally glanced at the People's Literature on the table, she was stunned for a moment.

March?

She actually saw the pen name "March" in People's Literature.

After being stunned for a few seconds, Xiao Shiyi quickly took a step closer and picked up People's Literature to identify it.

That’s right!

The author of the article that my own father couldn't bear to put down was "March".

Signed "March"?

Is this March the March in Zhiyin magazine?

With this suspicion, Xiao Shiyi also looked at the name of the magazine. It turned out to be "People's Literature".

She was very sure that this was a new publication that her family had never subscribed to before.

After a few seconds of silence for the pen name "March", Xiao Shiyi raised his head and asked Su Jin:

"Dad, when did you start subscribing to People's Literature?"

Su Jin stretched his legs and said, "This is not a subscription from our family. I got it from my work."

"Oh." Xiao Eleven was a little disappointed when he didn't get any useful information, and then asked: "Is this article well written?"

Speaking of this, Su Jin immediately became excited: "Okay, very good! It's more enjoyable than watching a movie. This author is simply a genius. He describes the characters, environment, and psychology very innovatively and with a sense of immersion. Dezhi recommends this time The literary works really surprised me.”

"Uncle Ruan recommended it?" Xiao Eleven caught the key information instantly.

Su Jin said happily: "Yes, your Uncle Ruan recommended it to me two days ago, saying that this literary work is good, let me have a look.

I didn't care yet. I was in the office today and noticed that your Uncle Cao was so distracted watching this that I finally remembered to take a look. "

With that said, Su Jin walked out of the study room, but when he left, he couldn't help but smack his mouth again and sighed: "It's so well written!"

Watching his father leave, Xiao Eleven was stunned by the pen name "March" again.

Recommended by Uncle Ruan?

So is this March the same March? Are the two Marches the same person?

Is it Zhang Xuan?

Xiao Shiyi suddenly had an intuition that these two Marches might be the same person, Zhang Xuan.

but…? ? ?

With a question mark on his head, Xiao Eleven also walked out of the study door and returned to the dining table.

He lowered his head and ate in silence.

But halfway through eating, Xiao Shiyi finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked Su Jin calmly: "Dad, did you just say that it was a literary work? Wasn't it a novel?"

"It is a novel, but it is not an ordinary novel. Ordinary novels are not qualified to be included in the people's literature." Su Jin, who was in a good mood when his daughter was confused, popularized to her the superb status of "people's literature" in the field of literature.

literature?

literature?

Xiao Shiyi became quiet after hearing this! Completely quiet! It was as if all the cells in his body had entered a latent state.

She immediately felt that she might have made a mistake. Zhang Xuan is so young, less than 20 years old, how can he write literary works?

But in the next moment, her intuition told herself that it might really be Zhang Xuan.

The reason is simple: Zhang Xuan was the author of the resident Zhiyin magazine a year ago, which is unusual in itself and is beyond the awareness of most people.

After all, a year ago everyone was busy with the college entrance examination, but he still had time to write. The key is that he still succeeded.

This is one of the doubts, proving that Zhang Xuan cannot be viewed with ordinary eyes.

The second doubt is that it was recommended by Uncle Ruan.

The third point of doubt is that the pen names are all called "March".

She can accept a coincidence happening in the world. But one thing happened one after another.

That in itself is no longer a coincidence!

With this thought, Xiao Eleven himself didn't know how to finish his dinner. Swallowing jujube wholeheartedly is boring.

After hurriedly washing up and returning to her room, she began to read the "wind" in People's Literature.

So well written! The author is really talented! This is Xiao Shiyi’s thoughts after reading the beginning part.

Then she fell into doubt again...

Such concise sentences, such sophisticated writing style, such wonderful story structure, and eye-catching creative techniques, really come from Zhang Xuan?

From the Zhang Xuan I know?

That night, Xiao Eleven lay on his back and looked at the ceiling, thinking about many things and stringing together many subtle memories.

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