Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

Liu Yi thought for a moment and said, "My intuition tells me that it's probably him. I feel familiar as soon as I hear Zhang Xuan's voice."

Listening to his wife's analysis, Mi Pei also felt that something was wrong:

"You mean Zhang Xuan is still pestering Jian Bao even though he has a girlfriend? Then..."

Mi Pei suddenly stopped talking mid-sentence and couldn't go on.

The couple looked at each other tacitly, understanding each other's thoughts.

The kitchen is instantly quiet and you can hear a pin drop.

The only sound is the bubbling sound of the boiling water simmering the pig's trotters, and the squeaking sound of the hot steam coming out of the small hole in the pot lid.

After a long silence, Mi Pei took the lead to break the deadlock and said very definitely:

"Jian Bao is now 19 after the Chinese New Year. She has grown up. She still has to make her own decisions on some things. As a father, I trust her."

Hearing what her husband said, Liu Yi also nodded. Because before this matter is clear, it is not easy for the two of them to intervene rashly.

After all, it might just be an ordinary relationship between a man and a woman, or it might just be a misunderstanding. It would be inappropriate and disrespectful to interfere casually like that.

In the final analysis, even if the couple concluded that Zhang Xuan was pursuing their daughter, they still fully believed that Mi Jian would handle the matter.

They trust their daughter so much and respect their daughter so much. It's not because of something that happened overnight, but because of nearly 20 years of getting along, the three members of the family know each other's temperament and temper very well.

Therefore, although Mi Pei and Liu Yi were a little worried, they still believed that Mi Jian could handle it well.

From the couple's point of view, it is not difficult for their daughter to reject Zhang Xuan.

After all, the intimate scene between Zhang Xuan and Du Shuangling in Ziwei Park was enough for her daughter to make a firm choice.

The Chinese meal is very rich, with five dishes and one soup.

Although Liu Yi is a college teacher, and although she is dignified and beautiful, her cooking skills are not bad, and the taste of her food is not a bit better than that of ordinary farm women.

Mi Pei is engaged in wood carving art. He has a calm and sophisticated personality. He is not very talkative, but he changes the atmosphere at the table every time he speaks.

Liu Yi and Mi Pei have been secretly observing Zhang Xuan, and the topic has intentionally or unintentionally been led to college life and Du Shuangling.

Although Zhang Xuan talked eagerly. But like a clear mirror in their hearts, the couple most likely saw through their disguise.

But since he has come, he is not afraid. No matter what you ask, I will choose the appropriate one.

After the meal, Zhang Xuan watched Mi Pei's carving skills for a while. When he saw that Mi Pei could use the carving knife skillfully with both hands, he was shocked.

Astonishing!

I asked out of curiosity: "Uncle, how did you develop your left hand?"

Mi Pei explained: "My right hand was fractured before and I had to recuperate for half a year. During the period of recuperation, I felt itchy and unbearable, so I tried carving with my left hand, and I gradually got better at it."

After watching it for a while, Zhang Xuanming asked Mi Jian, "Can you carve?"

Mi Jian said: "I learned from my dad when I was bored during the winter and summer vacations, but I wasn't very good at it."

Zhang Xuan encouraged: "Practice more when you have nothing to do. Now, just practice carving my appearance. When the carving is done, give me a wooden carving as a souvenir."

Hearing this, Mi Jian smiled faintly and remained silent.

However, Mi Pei, who was sculpting with his head down, raised his head and glanced at Zhang Xuan.

…

2 p.m.

The three of them walked out of Mi Jian's house and the teacher's college.

Zhang Xuan looked up at the blue sky and said to Chen Risheng: "The weather is nice, suitable for sports. You eat so much for lunch, why don't you go play basketball to relieve your appetite?"

Chen Risheng understood what he meant immediately and drove him away without hesitation.

He immediately pointed at Zhang Xuan and cursed: "Zhang Xuan, uncle, you are crossing the river and burning the bridge."

Zhang Xuan said shamelessly: "The river has been crossed, why is there still a bridge left? Don't you think so?"

"I...!" Chen Risheng choked and was directly defeated by his words.

Chen Risheng turned to look at Mi Jian. He wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything. He said angrily and ran away.

Watching Chen Risheng walk away, Zhang Xuan looked at the bicycles passing by on the road and suddenly asked Mi Jian: "Can you ride a bicycle?"

Mi Jian said: "Yes."

Then she looked him in the eyes and asked, "Do you want to ride a bicycle?"

Zhang Xuan nodded: "In the past few years, I have always had a wish to ride along the Zijiang River, but it has never happened. Please accompany me today."

Mijian agreed.

Mi Jian has a bicycle at home, so she just rides it.

As for Zhang Xuan, although he didn't have a car, he couldn't afford to have money, so he bought one temporarily.

In this way, the two of them rode side by side, neither too fast nor too slow, chatting and going down the river.

Zhang Xuan asked, "Will you go back to your hometown for the Chinese New Year this year?"

Mi Jian replied: "I won't go back. My grandparents went to my sister-in-law's house to celebrate the New Year. There is no need to go back this year."

She asked: "Where is your second sister? Is there any news about your second sister?"

Zhang Xuan shook his head, "No, I don't know where to be cool."

Chatting about various trivial matters, the two quickly left the city.

Suddenly…

On the downhill road ahead, a naughty kid of several years old suddenly emerged from a blind corner, chasing a rolling coin.

So desperate, the coin went straight under Zhang Xuan's car, while the naughty boy lowered his head and anxiously followed the coin under the car.

"I'm your mother!..."

Looking at the child who suddenly shot out from the side, Zhang Xuan was startled. At the critical moment, he forcibly lifted the faucet to make a sharp turn and brake suddenly.

As expected, Zhang Xuan fell to the ground with a snap.

The naughty kid didn't care and ran away after the fifty-cent coin.

Mi Jian quickly parked the car, came over to help him, and asked with concern: "Are you okay?"

Zhang Xuan felt some pain in his left arm.

Looking back, I saw that a piece of skin was scratched. The wound was not deep, but the area was quite large, with blood flowing all over it, and there were many broken sand inlaid on it.

"It's okay, skin injury." Zhang Xuan glanced at the naughty kid who picked up the coins and disappeared into the path on the right with lingering fear, and stood up.

Mi Jian checked it over and said, "We need to find a doctor to disinfect and bandage it as soon as possible."

"Yeah." Zhang Xuan was very depressed. It was the first time in his life that he was riding a bicycle. This was the first time he and Mi Jian were riding a bicycle. This happened to no one else.

The two asked for directions and soon found a barefoot doctor's house according to the instructions of a kind person.

I came to the door and asked, but unfortunately, the doctor was not at home and had made a house call.

There is only one pregnant woman and a 3-year-old child at home.

The pregnant woman looked at the wound and said sincerely: "My son has given an injection to a bedridden old man. It's a long way and he won't be able to come back for a while. I don't know how to clean this wound. I've never done it before."

Before Zhang Xuan could say anything, Mi Jian said to the pregnant woman: "Buy a bottle of ten thousand flower oil, buy some cotton swabs and gauze, let's do it ourselves."

The pregnant woman glanced at her and immediately took the goods from the cabinet.

After buying something, the two of them found a clean grassy area to sit down. Zhang Xuan turned his hands behind his back, and Mi Jian pushed up his sleeves and began to lower his head and carefully clean up the fine sand.

"Does it hurt you with my strength?" Mi Jian asked.

"Fortunately, just go ahead and do it." Zhang Xuan watched as the sand was removed one by one. Although it hurt a little, he could bear it.

As time passed, his attention slowly shifted from the wound to the meticulous Mi Jian.

The woman's black hair is loose, her eyebrows are picturesque, and her temperament is extraordinary. The cotton clothes fell softly on the exquisite and plump body.

Pure, yet strangely charming.

Feeling that Zhang Xuan was sizing him up quietly, Mi Jian raised his head to look at him, smiled handsomely, then lowered his head and went about his business again.

After cleaning up another fine particle of sand, Mi Jian asked: "Why can't Zhiyin Magazine and Youth Digest see your article? Did you not write it?"

"Well, I haven't written any more. I've stopped writing."

"The writing is quite good, why don't you write it again?"

"For fame?"

Mi Jian looked up at him, "Fame?"

"Yes." Zhang Xuan responded and told the whole story in detail.

Mi Jian listened quietly until he finished speaking, then regretfully said, "You didn't share such a big happy event with us."

Zhang Xuan automatically ignored "we" and said truthfully: "First, I want to tell you in person, and second, the matter of publishing the physical book has not been settled yet. I am waiting for news."

Mi Jian asked, "When will the physical book be available on the market?"

Zhang Xuan said: "In April, it will be listed on April 1 according to the plan entity document."

"How many copies will be printed in the first batch?"

"20,000 copies."

"Were they sold in the capital at that time?"

"The first batch is mainly concentrated in several major cities such as Beijing and Shanghai."

Mi Jian smiled and said: "I will buy a copy then. You, a great writer, remember to sign it for me."

Zhang Xuan said seriously: "Don't buy it. The People's Literature Association will give me a few sets of sample issues in advance in a while, and I will mail a signed copy to you."

Mi Jian was not polite: "Okay, just treat it as today's labor fee."

Zhang Xuan rolled his eyes: "Don't, don't. I hope it's pure when I send you a book, and it doesn't get mixed up in human relationships."

After pondering for a few seconds, Zhang Xuan put his right hand into his pocket, touched the buttons, and found the six paper candies left in the car today.

He handed it over: "Now, this is your reward for today. The quantity of 6 candies is a bit less, but don't dislike it. This is my entire family fortune."

Mi Jian looked at him with a faint smile, thought for a moment, reached out to take it, and put it in his pocket.

Then get on with things.

There was a lot of fine sand, so it took Mi Jian a long time to clean it up. Then he disinfected it with ten thousand flower oil and wrapped it with gauze.

Zhang Xuan looked at the wound with satisfaction, pulled down his sleeves and said sincerely: "Thank you."

Mi Jian smiled and said, "You're welcome, I got paid."

Zhang Xuan laughed accordingly.

Looking at the time, it was already past four o'clock.

He said: "It's getting late, let's go home and have dinner together over there."

Mi Jian asked worriedly: "Are your hands easy to use?"

Zhang Xuan raised his eyelids and said, "It's hard to use your strength. Why don't you give me a lift?"

Mi smiled and said nothing, pretending not to hear, and took the lead to ride off on his bicycle.

There was an accident when we arrived, but it was a smooth journey back.

Laoliu Hotel parked their bicycles at the door and the two of them also entered the store.

The owner of the hotel is a little old man, commonly known as Lao Liu. He remembers Zhang Xuan because of "Lilith beating two young men violently".

He ran over and asked, "You guys are on winter vacation. What do you want to eat?"

Zhang Xuan smiled politely and asked Mi to see.

Mi Jian took the menu, flipped through it, and ordered a dry pot duck.

Zhang Xuan said resentfully: "I found that you, like Shuangling, only order this dish every time."

Mi Jian smiled and said, "Maybe I'm used to it. How about I change it?"

Zhang Xuan waved his hand: "No offense. Although I have eaten too much of this dish, it is really delicious. I will never get tired of it."

He ordered braised fish and cabbage sum, and then asked, "Would you like some wine?"

Mi Jian refused, "If you have wounds on your body, don't drink. I'll drink with you again when I have the chance."

"OK."

It's winter vacation now, and the business at Laoliu Restaurant is much duller than usual, with not many people eating.

So the food is served relatively quickly.

The two of them are very familiar with each other, they are not formal and are more relaxed.

Grab your favorite dishes and chat while eating, chatting about the trivial things in their lives and what happened to each of them in college.

No matter how big or small the matter was, the two of them talked about everything without shying away from anything.

While chatting, Zhang Xuan said with a sigh on his face when he mentioned that the first year of high school had just started.

"At that time, I was just a country bumpkin who had never seen the world. I blushed when I saw you. When you glanced at me, my face became even redder. For this I was often teased by Shuangling and Yang Yongjian."

Mi Jian recalled the scene in autumn three years ago and couldn't help but chuckle.

The food was good, the conversation was intense, and the two of them had a great time.

After finishing the meal, when Mi Jian was about to get up to pay, Zhang Xuan reached out to stop him and rushed to pay.

Seeing that there was nothing he could do, Mi had to say: "Then I'll invite you next time."

"Well, I was just waiting for your words." Zhang Xuan blinked and went out and got on his bicycle.

Mi Jian smiled and got on the bicycle.

The No. 1 Middle School is not far from the Teachers College, just a few minutes' ride away.

When the teacher spoke, Mi Jian stopped the car and turned around and asked, "Zhang Xuan, do you plan to follow the path of a writer in the future?"

Zhang Xuan half-truthed: "Comrade Mi Jian, you asked the wrong question. After the news was published, I have become a great writer."

Then, without waiting for her reply, he turned the faucet and said, "The sun is going to set. It's not too early. I'm leaving."

"Okay." Mi Jian said: "The train station has been chaotic recently, so you should pay attention to your safety."

"I know, remember to carve a wood sculpture for me." Zhang Xuan waved behind his back and rode off on his bicycle.

Mi Jian stood at the entrance to the division and watched him go down the Zijiang River, watching him disappear from sight.

Then he looked up at the sunset and remembered something. He put his left hand into his pocket and took out six paper packets of candy.

Look at the six paper packets of candies spread out in the palm of your hand, look at the six paper packets of candies in different colors of colored paper...

Mi Jian fell silent.

At a certain moment, his right hand reached out, picked up the purple paper wrapped candy, peeled it open, and slowly put it into his mouth.

After returning home, Liu Yi asked calmly: "Is Zhang Xuan gone?"

Mi Jian glanced at his biological mother and replied, "He has already taken the car home."

Liu Yi was dubious: "Why is there a shuttle bus at this point?"

Mi Jian walked straight to his room and said as he walked: "His cousin contacted Zhang Xuan about a Shunfeng truck."

Liu Yi and Mi Pei looked at each other and said nothing.

Enter the bedroom and close the door.

Mi Jian put five paper-wrapped candies in the drawer, his eyes swayed, he reached for a book and opened it. There was a high school graduation photo inside.

There are three people in the photo: Zhang Xuan, Du Shuangling, and herself.

After looking at the photo for a few seconds, Mi Jian put it back into the book, clipped it, closed the book, and placed the book in its original place in the drawer.

After closing the drawer, he passed another book from the desk and started reading.

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