Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

But she didn't have any objection. Anyway, everyone subconsciously agreed that the two of them were a couple, and they just didn't get the certificate.

…

The third grade of junior high school.

Zhang Xuan first took Du Shuangling to his eldest sister's house.

Then I followed the large army to the home of Maomao's relatives in the village. I walked around and watched the flowers all the way. I filled a bag with peanuts and melon seeds.

Everyone was exhausted and their legs were numb.

…

The fourth day of the lunar month.

After two days of sunshine, the snow on the road has melted and it is open to traffic again.

Before she even had time to eat breakfast, Zhang Xuan received a call from Du Dudong, saying that her second grandfather, Du Shuangling, had passed by last night and asked her to go home and wear mourning clothes.

Zhang Xuanfu's ears were full of comrades, and he lowered his voice and said, "Ask your dad if I want to do a favor?"

Du Shuangling asked him Du Dudong's opinion.

Du Dudong said: "You are not officially married yet. Zhang Xuan does not need to pay filial piety. He can just hang up the firecrackers and watch the work."

Yes, I meant to be polite when I encountered him, but I didn’t expect him to let me go.

Then go for a spin. Zhang Xuan immediately left Shangcun on a bicycle with Du Shuangling.

She went to her second grandfather's house to set off firecrackers, went to the mourning hall to kowtow three times, and came out to eat a bowl of "Kanhuo" noodles.

The noodles are local hand-pulled noodles, which are chewy. The whistle is beef whistle, which is generous, spicy and flavorful.

Ai Qing smiled when he saw Zhang Xuan eating happily, then ran to the kitchen and scooped him a spoonful of beef whistle.

Wait until he finishes...

At the end of the day, he handed Zhang Xuan a tissue and said, "If you are busy at home, go back. Her second grandfather is out on the ninth day of the Lunar New Year. You can come over for breakfast that day and just give her a ride."

I'll call you then. "

Zhang Xuan took the tissue and wiped his mouth before saying okay.

To be honest, he was not related to her, so he had no intention of spending time here.

After eating the noodles, Du Shuangling saw him off to the car.

Putting on his helmet, Zhang Xuan turned his head and said, "I'm leaving then. I'll come back to see you in two days."

"Okay." Du Shuangling whispered: "Drive slowly on the road, pay attention to safety, and call me when you get home."

"Yeah." After saying that, Zhang Xuan reached out to touch her face, winked mischievously, and left.

The moment the motorcycle started moving, Du Shuangling tightened her lips. She had something to say, but she never let herself say it.

Because she didn't know whether she should say certain things or whether she could say them.

If she couldn't determine a good ending, she would rather keep those words in her heart and never say them out.

The motorcycle went from slow to fast, and in a few moments, it crossed the straight road, turned a corner, and disappeared at the end of the road.

The north wind was a bit strong, blowing the leaves and hair all over the face.

But Du Shuangling, who was standing quietly on the side of the road, didn't seem to notice this at all.

She looked up at the blue sky and white clouds, and thought blankly: Tomorrow, the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, she won't be able to go to Shao City with him. Is this God's will?

Shao City…

Mi Jian…

Mi Jian, Shao Shi...

Falling in love with a man whose heart is not perfect, she doesn't know what to do when facing Mi Jian.

Du Shuangling was in a daze for a long time. It wasn't until Du Jinling called out, "Sister, Zhang Xuan's phone number" that she put away her depression and trotted home.

Du Jingling raised her head and glanced at the sunny sky, and asked puzzledly: "What were you looking at just now? Standing there for so long?"

Du Shuanglingyan smiled and said, "Baking in the sun."

…

afternoon.

Ruan Dezhi was dragged by a group of people to the canteen opposite to play cards.

Yang Yingman followed him to watch for a while, but then felt his feet were cold, so he ran back to the second floor, eating melon seeds and watching TV with his daughter.

Ruan Xiuqin went to Ouyang's house and heard that the donkey would be killed today.

In Shangcun, donkey meat is more expensive than beef and mutton, but Ruan Xiuqin knew that her younger brother and sister-in-law loved to eat it, so she went with it.

As for Zhang Xuan, he entered the study as soon as he came back.

For the old master, no matter whether it is sunny or rainy, whether it is the New Year or the holidays, or whether a gun is dropped or a knife is dropped, it cannot stop him from reading and writing.

Of course, except for falling in love with a beautiful girl, you can make time for this.

At worst, I'll just stay up all night to make up for it.

But then I thought, if I fall in love with three girls at the same time, can I make it up?

Hey, I really envy those people who can open and shut up their mouths for an hour or two.

The latest TV series "BJ's in New York" was broadcast on the TV, starring Jiang Wen and Wang Ji. It was China's first overseas-filmed drama.

Once this drama was aired, the response was huge.

Not only did Yang Yingman and her daughter like to watch it, Ruan Xiuqin also loved to watch it, and even Zhang Ping shed tears.

When advertisements were interspersed, Yang Manjing glanced at the study room.

He asked his daughter in a low voice: "Have you read the book written by your cousin?"

Yang Manjing raised her mouth, threw a melon kernel into her mouth, and asked, "Are you talking about the "wind sound"?"

Yang Yingman replied: "Yes."

Yang Manjing suddenly shook her head: "I found out about my cousin writing a book together with you. How can I have time to buy a book and read it?"

Yang Yingman glanced at the study again and encouraged, "Your cousin should have a manuscript."

"Why…"

Yang Manjing lowered her eyelids and sighed, "There must be some, but I can't ask him for it."

Yang Yingman looked puzzled, "What's wrong? Don't you guys fight together every day?"

Speaking of this, Yang Manjing suddenly became energetic. She leaned over and said furtively, "Do you know why I am bullied by him every day?"

Yang Yingman cracked a melon seed and looked at her daughter.

Yang Manjing raised her eyebrows and said with a look of gloating: "Mom, Xiao Shiyi likes my cousin."

Yang Manjing was stunned, imagining that Xiao Shiyi, who usually had an eye on Mo Xin, liked her nephew, and immediately became interested: "Really?"

Yang Manjing raised her right hand in a funny way: "I promise to God, Su Jinyu loves my cousin to death. She forces me to report the situation to her every day."

Yang Yingman asked: "Does Xiao Shiyi know that your cousin is dating someone?"

Yang Manjing nodded, "I know, I knew it a long time ago."

Yang Yingman was confused: "Then she returns?"

Yang Manjing stood up on the sofa, opened her hands, and spoke slowly, imitating Su Jinyu's tone:

"I am Xiao Shiyi. I was born under the red flag and grew up under the red flag. I want to be a woman in the new era. For love, it doesn't matter if I have a girlfriend. When I get married, I have to use a stick to pry. I can pry. Just replace it.

If you can't pry him off, be his confidante, give him children, use your own son to defeat the palace's son, use your own daughter to snatch the palace's daughter, if you snatch it from generation to generation, there will be endless descendants..."

Yang Yingman was speechless by her daughter's antics, and then fell into deep thought: she was thinking about Qin Yueming's words, and how Qin Yueming usually teased her with Zhang Xuan's family...

Thinking about it...

Yang Yingman smiled unconsciously: You Qin Yueming, you have ridiculed me a lot before.

Now if you knew that your daughter fell in love with Zhang Xuan, whom you despised, where would you turn your face?

It depends on how you end up...

Just imagining that scene made Yang Yingman feel happy: it was really the reincarnation of cause and effect, and retribution was unpleasant.

At this moment, Zhang Xuan was so pleasing to Yang Yingman's eyes, so comfortable...

…

"Zhang Xuan, your letter!"

Just when Zhang Xuan was immersed in writing, and just as Yang Yingman and his daughter were whispering about him, the postman's voice suddenly sounded outside.

ps: Please subscribe. The subscription has been cut in half since writing Mi Jian. Now I can’t get up.

Come to Qidian.com to subscribe and give March some confidence. Otherwise, if this continues, the qualifications for the perfect attendance award will almost disappear.

As the New Year is approaching, I have a lot to do, so I’m sorry for the late update.