Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

Zhang Xuan was in a daze after putting down the phone. Tao Ge from Beijing was also in a daze after putting down the phone.

No, to be precise, Tao Ge was meditating.

Time ticked by, and a cup of tea passed slowly.

Tao Ge picked up the "Wind Sound" on his desk and flipped through more than twenty pages. He couldn't help but think of the scene that happened in the countryside of Shao City, and the way Zhang Xuan talked eloquently during the interview.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Tao Ge put down the book in his hand, stood up, straightened his appearance, and walked out of the office.

"Dong dong dong..."

Tao Ge walked through the corridor and came to the office door with the nameplate "Chief Editor" on it, and began to knock on the door politely.

"Come in." After several sounds, a loud voice came from inside.

Open the door, close the door.

Seeing that Tao Ge was coming, Hong Zhenbo behind the desk changed from his serious state, and he smiled and asked:

"It's this time, why haven't you had lunch after get off work?"

Tao Ge skillfully poured a cup of hot tea for Hong Zhenbo, and then sat demurely across from the desk.

He smiled and said, "Uncle, are you busy now?"

When he heard that he was called "uncle" instead of the usually business-minded "chief editor," Hong Zhenbo immediately knew that Tao Ge had something private to do with him.

After taking a sip of tea, he asked kindly: "I just had some free time, tell me, what do you want to see your uncle for?"

The two of them were familiar with each other, so they were not too polite. Tao Ge immediately said straightforwardly: "I just had a phone call with March."

Hong Zhenbo was not surprised by this and remained silent. He looked at her and waited for the next step.

Tao Ge continued: "March asked me to thank my uncle for his kind words in the newspaper."

Hong Zhenbo smiled and nodded, unable to comment.

Tao Ge simply recounted the content of the previous phone call and said: "I told March about People's Literature's plan to select "White Deer Plain" to participate in the Mao Dun Literature Award."

Hearing this, Hong Zhenbo moved slightly. He knew that Tao Ge had said so much, and now was the focus.

Taking another sip of tea in a leisurely manner, Hong Zhenbo asked curiously: "How did you react in March?"

The two looked at each other for a long time, and then Tao Ge suddenly showed a mysterious smile:

"Uncle, you claim to be knowledgeable and talented, why don't you take a guess."

Hong Zhenbo laughed, pointed at her across the desk, thought for a while and sighed: "This March is quite ambitious."

Tao Ge smiled and said nothing.

Hong Zhenbo asked: "He was nervous when he heard the news, right?"

Tao Ge nodded and shook his head: "It's natural to be nervous, but I'm more calm than I thought."

Hong Zhenbo became interested: "What did he say?"

Tao Ge replied: "March has not said a single word about "White Deer Plain" and the Mao Dun Literary Award.

But he told me that he is currently devoting his efforts to writing a novel, which already has 240,000 words. "

Seeing that Hong Zhenbo was stunned, she added: "March said that this novel will be completed during the summer vacation, probably in August."

In the sensitive month of August, Hong Zhenbo understood it immediately and said, "He is very confident."

Tao Ge supported with a smile: "We all call people genius writers in newspapers. Genius writers naturally have to be proud."

Hong Zhenbo glanced at her in surprise and asked half-seriously: "You seem to be very optimistic about him?"

Tao Ge didn't mince words: "I also plan to recognize him as my younger brother."

The surprise on Hong Zhenbo's face was even worse. He thought about it and then said, "Go and book some air tickets and we'll go to Yangcheng to have a look."

Tao Ge was stunned: "Uncle, do you want to read March's new book in person?"

Hong Zhenbo said solemnly: "Such a big thing cannot be trivial. Moreover, I also want to see what March looks like, and I also want to see if his new book is worthy of your intentions."

"Okay, leave the air tickets to me, thank you, uncle." With the goal achieved, Tao Ge's face relaxed a lot.

Seeing Tao Ge getting up to leave, Hong Zhenbo reached out and called out to her: "Wait a minute."

Tao Ge stopped and asked, "Uncle, is there anything else?"

Hong Zhenbo opened the drawer, took out a small box of Dahongpao tea, handed it to her and said: "Tell your dad that I am willing to admit defeat. This thing belongs to him. If he wants a table full of good food, I will come to you another day. "

Tao Ge seemed to know about the bet. He reached out to take the tea and said with a smile: "He is not free now. Uncle has to wait."

Hong Zhenbo was stunned for a moment, and then asked happily: "Are you really going to be transferred out?"

Tao Ge smiled and nodded.

…

“Dingle bell…Dingle bell…”

When Zhang Xuan was slumped on the sofa and lost his mind, the phone on the coffee table rang again.

Picked up and asked: "Hello, who are you?"

"it's me…"

"Ms. Tao, good afternoon. Have you had lunch?"

"Call me sister."

Zhang Xuan, "..."

Tao Ge smiled and said, "What, you don't want to?"

Dizzy, is this bitch still unwilling to let go?

Zhang Xuan replied: "It's not that I don't want to, I think it will be more fulfilling to call you when I become successful."

Tao Ge understood immediately, "You don't let go of the rabbit when you see it, right?"

Zhang Xuanle laughed and kept silent. Although that's what it means, only a fool would admit it.

After all, admitting it would change the taste.

It becomes a transaction.

Tao Ge was a smart man and stopped dwelling on this topic. Instead, he said, "We will come to Yangcheng on Friday."

Zhang Xuan was confused, "You guys?"

Tao Ge replied: "Yes, Chief Editor Hong and I."

Today is Sunday and Friday is April 2nd. Zhang Xuan said: "Okay, I will pick you up at the airport then."

Unexpectedly, Tao Ge asked ruthlessly, "Do you have a car to pick us up at the airport?"

"No."

"Then you wait for us at CUHK. Prepare a meal and wait for us. We'll let others pick you up."

"No, don't ask me to cook. Can we go to a restaurant?"

"I go out to restaurants every day and I'm tired of eating."

Zhang Xuan's head hurts, "If it doesn't taste good, don't dislike it then."

Tao Ge asked straightforwardly: "Is there any game? I miss the game in your hometown."

"Yes. In order to please you, I will not only have game, but also dried bracken. They are all brought from home."

Tao Ge smiled happily: "Okay, I like both of these dishes."

Zhang Xuan pondered again and asked, "What kind of food does Editor Hong like? I'll make preparations."

Tao Ge said: "Forget it, he is from Shanghai, has a unique taste, and loves Huaiyang cuisine. Just leave him alone. Just take good care of me."

Zhang Xuan grinned and said with a smile: "No problem, I promise to take good care of you."

…

long city.

While Zhang Xuan and Tao Ge were arguing on the phone, Du Jinling appeared at a newsstand outside Xiangya Hospital.

Du Jingling looked at the front page headline of this newspaper in surprise, then looked at the front page headline of that newspaper, and after a while she said to the boss inside:

"Bring me one of these newspapers."

"Okay." The newspaper seller was quick and gathered a bunch of people in an instant.

"How much?"

"5 yuan 8."

"Give."

When she got home, Du Jinling put the newspaper on the coffee table, then picked up the phone and called Ai Qing.

"Mom, your little son-in-law is in the newspaper."

"What newspaper?"

Du Jingling said: "You can see it in major newspapers with famous names. Go and read it."

Ai Qing asked anxiously: "Is it a good thing or a bad thing?"

"Of course it's a good thing. The news about the "wind" is overwhelming and all over the streets." Du Shuangling said teasingly:

"Mom, if you don't accept it this time, it's my sister who has good taste. Zhang Xuan has become famous all over the world."

Ai Qing acted as if he hadn't heard anything and hung up the phone with a loud noise. He walked out of the office and shouted to the corridor outside:

"Xiao Hong, send a copy of today's newspaper to my office."

"good."

…

"Did our mother hang up the phone?" Wu Guorui finished cooking, then came to the coffee table and started reading today's newspapers. Seeing his wife's smile, he asked jokingly.

Du Jingling stretched her body and said, "It's okay if I don't hang up. Otherwise, where can I put my face?"

When elder sister Du Jingling was buying newspapers, younger sister Du Shuangling was also buying newspapers.

Outside the South Gate of CUHK.

Seeing Du Shuangling buying one newspaper after another, Zou Qingzhu, who had been waiting for a long time, couldn't help but ask:

"Shuang Ling, why did you buy so many newspapers? If you don't go back to cook, you will accidentally starve to death later."

Du Shuangling was in a good mood at the moment. She smiled sweetly and said, "Just be hungry. I will be responsible for you if you starve to death."

Zou Qingzhu was confused.

Wen Hui on the side was also confused, but she soon discovered that every newspaper Du Shuangling bought had one thing in common: rumors.

Almost instantly, Wen Hui remembered the conversation in front of the small auditorium at the beginning of the month.

At that time, Zhang Xuan asked her if she had read Feng Sheng, and she asked, "What is Feng Sheng? Is it a new literary work?"

With this thought in mind, Wen Hui calmly approached a newspaper and browsed it at a very fast speed. Later, she took a step back and quietly waited for Du Shuangling to buy the newspaper and pay.

After passing through the south gate and on the way back to school, Zou Qingzhu, with bags in his hands, asked Du Shuangling:

"Shuang Ling, do you know this great writer who wrote "The Wind"?"

"Yes, we know each other." Du Shuangling said "yes" softly, and then added with a smile: "Actually, you also know each other."

She knew that the three of them were together every day. She could hide this thing for a while, but not forever, so she might as well admit it openly.

Hearing this, Zou Qingzhu and Wen Hui looked at each other. Thinking of Zhang Xuan's mysterious study room filled with books, they immediately opened their mouths and asked, "Is it Zhang Xuan?"

"Yeah." Du Shuangling hummed again, the sound of the spring water tinkling full of pride.

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped! …

A bunch of bags fell to the ground, and in an instant, fresh shrimps were scattered all over the floor.

Those who can get into CUHK these days are all the proud ones. Who is the real fool?

Just now Wen Hui browsed the news content without leaving any trace, and why didn't Zou Qingzhu not notice anything unusual about Du Shuangling?

It was precisely because of the discovery of the anomaly that Zou Qingzhu, like Wen Hui, also stood aside and read a news report about the "rumour".

It was okay not to read the news. After reading the news, I realized what a great writer "March" was. Now that he was suddenly recognized by Du Shuangling personally, Zou Qingzhu was stunned for a moment.

Everyone is stupid!

Completely stupid!

As a result, his hand loosened and the grocery bag fell to the ground. As a result, hundreds of shrimps danced on the gravel road.

Zou Qingzhu Mo was stunned. Wen Hui did not hesitate to give in. At this moment, she was also digesting this shocking news.

Seeing the alumni coming and going looking at the three of them in surprise, and looking at the Jiwei shrimp bouncing on the ground, Du Shuangling almost hid her face in laughter and tears, it was so embarrassing.

Not bothering to greet the two confused people, Du Shuangling hurriedly bent down to catch the shrimps.

Four or five seconds later, Wen Hui was the first to wake up from the shock. Regardless of her own image, she also squatted on the ground to catch shrimps.

Zou Qingzhu finally came to his senses and asked Du Shuangling while catching shrimps: "Shuangling, when did you start falling in love?"

Du Shuangling replied: "High school."

Zou Qingzhu gossiped again: "Which of you can catch whom?"

Du Shuangling said frankly: "I can chase him."

Zou Qingzhu asked, "How long have you been chasing?"

Du Shuangling said with a smile: "I caught him as soon as I opened my mouth."

Zou Qingzhu, "..."

Wen Hui, "..."

After a while, Jiweixia cleared the place. Zou Qingzhu straightened up and said enviously: "Shuangling, this matter needs to be kept secret. You need to keep a close eye on him. I will be your bridesmaid then."

Du Shuangling agreed, "Okay, you two will be my bridesmaids when the time comes."

After tidying up, when the three of them returned to the second floor to rent a room, Zhang Xuan was putting his feet up on the coffee table, thinking about Tao Ge's words and the meaning of Chief Editor Hong's trip.

He was thinking, is Chief Editor Hong so easy to please? It’s too arrogant.

Then he secretly praised himself for his wisdom, Tao Ge's thigh held him well.

Hearing the noise at the door, Zhang Xuan turned his head and saw a pair of strange eyes.

I saw Zou Qingzhu put down the dishes, walked around Zhang Xuan, and shouted: "A great writer?"

Zhang Xuan, "..."

Under the gaze of six pairs of eyes, Zhang Xuan took his feet back and said resentfully: "Stop burying people and hurry up and cook. I'm so hungry."

Zou Qingzhu stood up straight, bent his knees playfully and said, "Wenhui, let's go cook. We can't starve the great writer, and we can't starve the great writer's wife."

Wen Hui smiled and followed Zou Qingzhu into the kitchen.

The two left, leaving the remaining two looking at each other.

Zhang Xuan asked Du Shuangling: "Did you tell them?"

Du Shuangling sat down next to each other and said softly: "I told you."

Zhang Xuan nodded, and then told him about Tao Ge and Hong Zhenbo's coming to Yangcheng, and finally said: "Then Chief Editor Hong loves Huaiyang cuisine, do you think?"

Du Shuangling smiled and answered, "You want me to deal with Wen Hui."

"Yeah." That's what Zhang Xuan meant.

Du Shuangling stood up and walked towards the kitchen with crooked eyebrows.

Zhang Xuan also got up and went to the study.

Filling the pen with blue ink, spreading out the notebook, Zhang Xuanan sat on the chair and began to think through his thoughts.

Due to the interference of "White Deer Plain", the original plan of the "Latent" novel was shattered.

240,000 words have been written so far, and it is estimated that 450,000 words will be written, with a shortfall of 210,000 words.

Now I write 1,100 words every day, which works out to 33,000 words based on 30 days in a month. It will take more than 6 months or nearly 7 months to finish.

It's almost April, and it's only 4 months until August. There's really not enough time.

Zhang Xuan rubbed his brows, feeling a little regretful that he kept talking so loudly that he would finish the book in August.

what to do?

What the hell can I do? All we can do is work hard.

If you work hard, you may be able to finish it in August, but if you work quickly, the quality may not keep up later.

This was unacceptable to him.

The most important thing is that I originally planned to put it aside for half a year before publishing it.

It's good now, where is the time?

You are really digging a hole for yourself, which will cost you your life.

…

ps: Today is the last day in the company, so I am quite busy. Written by Moyu.

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