Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

"your phone."

When Zhang Xuan was having fun setting off fireworks, Yang Manjing suddenly came down from upstairs and came to call him.

Zhang Xuan glanced at her and basically guessed who it was.

I didn’t really want to pick it up because he couldn’t get it right time and time again.

But considering that we were celebrating the New Year, we couldn’t do things that looked too ugly, so we followed him upstairs.

Picking up the receiver and listening, it turned out to be Xiao Shiyi's voice.

The two greeted each other and wished each other happy new year.

After that, Xiao Shiyi slowly spoke: "Manjing just told me that you miss me, that you miss me so much, but you are embarrassed.

Is it true...

I was very confused after hearing this, but after all, it was Chinese New Year, so I couldn't be heartless, so I called. "

At this point, she pretended to be listening and said, "Tell me, I'm in a good mood now, give you a chance to tell me what you think of me?

Do you miss my breasts, my long legs, or my face? Or maybe I am nine or ten good, I am good everywhere, and you miss me completely? "

Listen to these preemptive words.

Listen to these words that turn passivity into initiative.

Listen to these extremely shameless words.

Zhang Xuanlei has liver pain!

Rolling his eyes at Yang Manjing who was watching the show, Zhang Xuan said:

"Didn't your bitch tell you about me and Du Shuangling? We are about to talk about marriage. You should bless me at this time."

Xiao Shiyi laughed silently and said Nunuo: "Really? Is this the case? Manjing didn't tell me. She only told me: You want to open a room with another girl behind her back."

It's already like this, how can I bless you? "

Then, she added: "Is the girl who rents the room good-looking? Is she as good-looking as me?"

Zhang Xuan said angrily: "I have a better figure than you."

Xiao Shiyi didn’t believe it: “You haven’t even touched my body, how can you say you are better than me?

Besides, my figure has the golden proportion, the size of each part is neither too big nor too small, just right. If you don’t believe it, you can go back to school and find a quiet place to measure it yourself. "

Then, without waiting for Zhang Xuan to reply, Xiao Shiyi lowered his voice and asked quietly: "If it's better than mine, wouldn't it mean it's deformed? Zhang Xuan, do you like deformed ones?"

Zhang Xuan was dizzy because he was completely afraid of this woman who was even more shameless than himself.

Snapped!

Too lazy to answer any more questions, I hung up the phone.

Then with a push, Yang Manjing who was eavesdropping on the phone was pushed away, and she was so angry that she added another pillow to the sofa.

Make up for it with another sofa pillow.

…

I chatted with my uncle and his wife for a while, and watched the Spring Festival Gala with me.

After 10pm.

Zhang Xuan washed himself, went to the study alone, and locked the door.

Turning on the tape recorder, I first listened to Zhou Huimin's songs, and started to gather my energy bit by bit.

Twenty minutes later, Zhang Xuan calmed down and slowly immersed himself in his own world.

At a certain moment, when the world feels clean and the sound of firecrackers crying for father and mother is no longer heard outside.

Arrange the ink bottles, spread out the paper, unscrew the pen cap, and start writing "lurking".

Although today is New Year's Eve and although it is noisy outside, Zhang Xuan is in surprisingly good condition.

"Shashasha..."

The pen wandered like a dragon, and before I knew it, I had written more than 1,900 words.

My wrist was a little tired, so I quickly stopped writing.

Zhang Xuan frowned, stared at the white paper, and accidentally exceeded the limit by more than 700 words.

And I didn’t realize it during the writing process, which is incredible.

After checking it patiently, I found that the thinking is broad, the writing is delicate, and the story is strong. No worse than before, even better.

Oops, this is weird!

It’s the Chinese New Year, is there any buff bonus?

Thinking like this, Zhang Xuan began to think over and over again and revise...

Go back and forth like this three times, look at the watch, the time has reached 2:19

Well, Zhang Xuan slapped his forehead when he remembered, but he wasted time and didn't call Mi Jian.

It was pitch dark outside, so Mi Jian must have fallen asleep.

Forget it, we can’t fight.

Although it was a pity, there was nothing he could do. Thinking of this, Zhang Xuan got up, packed up and returned to the bedroom.

Take off your clothes, lie down, close your eyes, and sleep.

…

this night.

Zhang Xuan had a dream.

The person who appeared in the dream was neither Tan Lu nor Wen Hui.

But Mi Mi.

The scene in the dream was not a bedroom, a kitchen, or an interior.

In a cemetery, in front of a tombstone.

There is a photo of Liu Yi on the tombstone. She looked about 30 years old, with a smile in black and white, and was said to be extremely elegant.

There are two people in front of the tombstone.

One is Zhang Xuan himself, and the other is Mi Jian.

At this time, both of them looked older, over 60, almost 70.

Mi Jian knelt on the ground, first kowtowed three times to the tomb, lit three incense sticks, and then burned some paper money.

Mi Jian looked at each other for three full minutes. After a long period of silence, he suddenly murmured to himself:

"Many people ask me if I have no regrets after being single all my life. I tell them that you choose your own path and live a carefree and unrestrained life. There is nothing to regret."

Speaking of this, Mi Jian turned to look at Zhang Xuan and sighed: "You know, if I really regret anything, it's that I feel sorry for my mother.

She gave me an excellent face and excellent genes, but they were interrupted by me and could not be passed on. "

Meeting her gaze, Zhang Xuan instantly understood what was going on: Mi Jian regretted not passing on his pretty face, but clearly regretted not having a child with him.

She lived a noble and comfortable life for most of her life, but when the sunset turned red, she suddenly told him that she regretted not having a child!

Hearing this, Zhang Xuan, a bad old man, suddenly lost his guard.

The old man who had not cried for many years burst into tears. Crying like a child.

Cried like a child.

The old man, who had not known the taste of tears for decades, burst into tears unexpectedly.

Tears flow freely...

Mi Jian looked at his tears seriously for a while, then smiled knowingly, took out a tissue, wiped his tears, and comforted him:

"You, you, why are you crying? At your age, there is nothing to cry about.

Although I have never married you in this life, it is actually the same as marrying you. At least mentally, you are the winner. "

While talking, Mi Jian changed a tissue and said: "If you are serious, you will find me early in the next life and marry me home."

Then she looked at the tombstone, looked at the photo of "Liu Yi", and asked: "Do you think there is a next life for people..."

The dream is broken...

At this point, before Zhang Xuan could answer, the dream was broken...

Zhang Xuan woke up and opened his eyes suddenly.

He was stunned in the dark for about 30 seconds before he reacted.

He then realized it was a dream.

But the corners of his eyes were wet, how could this be a fucking dream! It was clearly a memory, something that had happened in a previous life.

Things that really happened.

He remembered: It was the Qingming Festival, and he accompanied Mi Jian to visit the grave...

Zhang Xuan took a piece of paper from the bedside and wiped the corners of his eyes.

The whole person leaned against the head of the bed and began to be in a daze in the darkness again.

He is thinking, he is remembering, he is curious...

Curious about the year when he was 26: Du Shuangling found Mi Jian, and the two talked in the room for more than an hour. What did they talk about for more than an hour?

As a result, Mi Jian left Nanjing and returned to the capital without even saying hello.

And since then, Mi Jian has never set foot in Nanjing, the city where Zhang Xuan and Du Shuangling work and live, for five years.

It’s so hard to find you earlier. Shuangling is earlier than you, eh...

…

On the first day of the New Year, firecrackers sounded again outside.

Then the sound of firecrackers came one after another, forming a lively atmosphere.

There was a knock on the door outside.

Someone shouted outside.

"Manzai, you've been promoted, it's time to eat."

Zhang Xuan looked up at the blurry ceiling and didn't respond.

"Manzai, you've been promoted, it's time to eat."

The voice outside shouted again, accompanied by a knock on the door.

My mother’s voice responded this time.

Zhang Xuan came to his senses and asked subconsciously: "Mom, what time is it?"

Ruan Xiuqin outside the door said: "It's almost 6 o'clock, Gaosheng."

Did time pass so fast? I just had a dream. Is it almost 6 o'clock?

Zhang Xuan rubbed his temples and looked out the window. It was still dark, with the occasional sound of firecrackers lighting up the night sky.

Turn on the light, get dressed, get out of bed, open the door.

Seeing him come out, Ruan Xiuqin smiled warmly and said, "Man Zai, happy New Year."

Zhang Xuan hugged Comrade Ruan Xiuqin affectionately and said, "Mom, Happy New Year."

"Hurry up and wash up. Your uncle and his family are all downstairs."

"Um."

Slowly, the two began to go downstairs.

But when they reached the corner, Ruan Xiuqin turned back and said:

"Your classmate called you last night. I told her that you were creating, and she asked me not to disturb you and said she would call back today.

It's polite for you to call them back later. "

Zhang Xuan asked, "Who is it?"

Ruan Xiuqin said: "The last time I came home, I saw the girl in white clothes."

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