Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

Although he said he was going to drink, because he had to be on the road, neither Zhang Xuan nor Lao Deng had any intention of drinking.

Neither drank much nor got drunk.

On the second floor, unlock the door and enter.

I walked around the house and didn't find any actors.

Hearing the sound of a piano upstairs, Zhang Xuan thought for a while and went up to the third floor.

Ever since Wen Hui moved into the third floor, he has taken the initiative to avoid suspicion and has not been here yet.

But this time he didn't intend to go in either. He stood at the door, patted the door, and waited.

After a while, the sound of the piano disappeared, and a somewhat lazy voice came from inside.

"who?"

"I am Zhang Xuan."

The door opened in response, revealing Wen Hui's delicate and perfect little goose face.

Looking at each other, looking at this pair of black and white that are full of strange charm, my thoughts are instantly quiet, and in a moment, my soul seems to be purified.

He glanced at the woman's extremely comfortable figure without leaving any trace, and asked, "Are Shuang Ling here?"

Wen Hui shook her head slightly: "Not here."

Then, without waiting for him to answer, he added: "Qingzhu wants to make seafood porridge for a supper tonight, and the two actors went to buy seafood with her."

Zhang Xuan asked subconsciously: "Why don't you go together?"

Wen Hui looked into his eyes and said, "There is a performance tomorrow, so I have to hurry up and rehearse."

"Oh, excuse me for disturbing you. You can continue practicing." Zhang Xuan smiled, turned around and left decisively.

No joke, if he stayed any longer and took a few more glances, he would be afraid that he would dream at night.

He is no longer Brother Chu, but if he still dreams about others, that would be ridiculous, and that would be destructive.

Damn it, people all like to be mean. If they say they don’t want to do it subjectively, they will often go against their will objectively.

When she saw someone leaving, she closed the door and walked towards the piano room. She only took a few steps and suddenly stopped.

After a pause, he turned and walked towards the bedroom.

There was a combination cabinet and a dressing table in the bedroom. She came to the dressing mirror and carefully looked at her clothes in the mirror.

After being quiet for a while, Wen Hui took off her beige velvet jacket, found a black jacket from the cabinet and put it on.

Changing clothes upstairs, Zhang Xuan didn't know that he put Qian Shili's "planning book" aside, started reading, and began to brew his emotions.

Planning to write.

For him now, nothing is as big as writing, and he is working hard to finish the book in August!

Just inexplicable.

He suddenly thought of the shady house, the two half-human-tall golden statues on the shrine when he passed by, and the cloudy eyes of the old smoking man, and his mood suddenly worsened.

This has been going on for 20 minutes, but I haven't reached the desired state yet.

Hey, I'm so depressed. I'm really afraid of what will happen. Why can I think of this ghost thing?

He rubbed his somewhat swollen temples and stood up with a sigh. Just when he was about to turn on the tape recorder and listen to Zhou Huimin's song to divert his attention, the sound of piano came from upstairs again.

The rhythm is not intense and the melody is very soft. Zhang Xuan immediately recognized the track as "The Whisper of the Forest".

Could it be that Wen Hui particularly loved Liszt's music?

But who cares, this girl plays really well. After closing his eyes and listening for a long time, Zhang Xuan slowly found his groove again.

At a certain moment, I picked up the pen and started writing. My thoughts surged and I wrote thousands of words in one go.

Two hours later, the piano sound stopped and the east wind disappeared, but it did not affect Zhang Xuan's continued creation.

Around 10 o'clock, Du Shuangling brought down a bowl of hot seafood porridge from upstairs.

"Would you like to take a break and eat something first?"

"good."

Du Shuangling walked up behind him, rubbed his shoulders, and said happily: "Mom called today."

Zhang Xuan had food in his mouth and asked vaguely: "Which mother?"

Du Shuangling glared at him and asked, "Then which mother do you think it is?"

Zhang Xuan couldn't fall for it: "Everyone is a mother."

Du Shuangling hummed with satisfaction and continued: "My mother received the sample magazine you sent, she is so happy."

Zhang Xuan asked: "Did she praise me?"

Du Shuanglingyan smiled and did not answer.

Zhang Xuan was unhappy, "I talk about her so much, but she is so stingy? I don't even have a word of praise?"

Hearing this, Du Shuangling stopped rubbing his shoulders, and naturally stretched out his hands from behind, hugging his neck, resting his head on his shoulders, and said naughtily:

"My mother's precious daughter has been ruined by you, and you still want to say something nice to my mother."

Zhang Xuan corrected her: "'Ruin' is the wrong word."

Du Shuangling asked: "What is it used for?"

Zhang Xuan replied: "Change it to liking each other."

Du Shuangling suddenly asked softly: "Then do you have time to fall in love tonight?"

Snap!

The spoon of porridge fell into the bowl. Zhang Xuan turned around and looked at her steadily, touched her forehead and said meaningfully: "You don't have a fever. This is the first time I see you taking the initiative."

Du Shuangling's face turned red, she didn't dare to look into his eyes, she buried her head in his neck, bit her lips and said in a low voice:

"My relatives are coming in the next two days. If you want, hurry up and don't pester me again."

Zhang Xuan almost went crazy with joy, but he couldn't admit this. He took her head out and asked with a smile, "Where did I pester you? Where did I pester you?"

Du Shuangling glanced at him and said, "Yeah, then I'll go upstairs and sleep with them tonight."

When beauty comes, it is rare for a beautiful woman to be interested, and an old man is not a cold-blooded person, so what else is there to say?

Na! Give me a hug and go to the bedroom.

…

40 minutes later…

Zhang Xuan released her from the French romance and asked teasingly: "Do you like it?"

"Um…"

"Are you satisfied?"

"Um…"

Zhang Xuan rubbed her face: "Let's rest for ten minutes first, and then..."

"don't want."

Du Shuangling interrupted with a look of fright, and struggled to open her tired eyes: "Aren't you going to write anymore?"

Zhang Zhang raised his eyebrows: "How can you have the strength to work if you don't have enough food?"

Du Shuangling begged for mercy pitifully: "The meal is over, I have no food."

Zhang Xuan said: "Cook it again."

"The pot is broken."

"I can fix it."

Du Shuangling looked at him silently for a long time, then threw herself into his arms and said, "How about you find another pot to cook in?"

Zhang Xuan rolled his eyes, "Forget it, I'll just go write."

Rubbing her head back and forth in his arms, Du Shuangling laughed happily.

The two of them chatted little love words, and then Du Shuangling stared at the ceiling for half an hour.

Then, there was no more, and the two of them fell into a deep sleep.

After three o'clock, there were roosters crowing outside. Zhang Xuanyou got up and came to the study with concern.

Turn on the light, sit quietly for a long time, and continue writing...

…

After 8 o'clock in the morning, on the third floor.

Zou Qingzhu opened the door and welcomed Du Shuangling in, and asked her curiously: "Shuangling, your face looks really good today. Did you use cosmetics?"

Du Shuangling's face turned hot and she said "hmm" softly.

Zou Qingzhu then asked: "The effect is so good, what kind of cosmetics were used?"

Wen Hui burst out laughing after hearing this, and said to Zou Qingzhu: "Why don't you go to the kitchen and have a look? The food in the pot is almost burnt."

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