Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

Zhang Xuan rubbed his temples and looked confused: "The secretary and the director came to see me at the same time?"

"Well, I just came back from the director's office." Xiao Shiyi said.

Zhang Xuan raised his head and asked her: "Do you know why they came to me?"

Su Jinyu glanced at the people around her and didn't answer. She just looked at him intently with her eyes shining hotly.

Zhang Xuan was thinking: It’s so hard that it’s the reason why I skipped classes, why do you want to talk to me?

But the problem is that I didn’t skip many classes?

Even when writing, he follows the principle of not skipping classes if he can. Unless you are so inspired that day that you are reluctant to give up halfway.

Feeling Xiao Eleven's eyes, Zhang Xuan was startled. Could it be that the director and secretary knew that he was a writer?

What did Xiao Shiyi say?

Taking a quick look, it shouldn't be her. It would be understandable to tell the director, but this woman would never tell the secretary.

Was it Jiang Bai who said that?

The school has not been looking for me for a long time, and now it is looking for me together. What a coincidence!

When his thoughts came to this point, Zhang Xuan's heart collapsed. If it was true what Jiang Bai said, then not just the secretary and director of CUHK would know about it.

I guess it's almost turning into a transparent hole!

Bah, old comrade Jiang Bai!

I thought that at this age, you should live a transparent life and help me keep it a secret...

I forgot to tell you! Just help me sort this out!

However, he is not worried that the secretary and director will trick him.

Because he is not afraid of them at all mentally.

It is said that money is a person's courage, and fame is a saint's hair. I am lacking both now, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

Reluctantly, I got up and went downstairs.

Arriving on the left side of the second floor, Zhang Xuan knocked on the door.

"Dong dong dong..."

After knocking three times, Zhang Xuan raised his hand to knock the fourth time when the door opened.

The door opened from the inside, opened by the director himself.

Seeing that it was the director who opened the door in person instead of shouting "come in" from inside, Zhang Xuan understood instantly and estimated that he had probably guessed correctly.

"Zhang Xuan, here we come." The director enthusiastically pulled his arm and asked him to sit down.

At this moment, the secretary inside actually stood up, walked to Zhang Xuan, and shook his hand very kindly.

After shaking hands, Zhang Xuan sat down as he was told, sitting calmly and gracefully.

For a moment, the room was very quiet. Zhang Xuan looked at the two powerful figures in charge of the hospital at close range.

The secretary and director were also looking at him quietly. At the same time, I am digesting what I said last night and what the principal said in the school conference room last night.

They really didn't expect it!

No, it’s not just that they didn’t expect it! But even the senior leaders of CUHK who attended the school meeting last night didn’t expect it!

The senior leaders present at the meeting were stunned.

I never thought that among the 93 students of CUHK, there would be such a proud person!

Such a treasure is hidden!

If Jiang Bai, the vice-dean of the School of Liberal Arts at CUHK, had not come forward to speak out and dialed the People's Literature hotline for verification on the spot, or if the principal had not personally confirmed it.

They all thought it was a joke and thought it was too fucking fantastic!

Better than Noah’s Ark!

More fantasy than fantasy!

The "rumor" that swept the country actually came from my own school?

The "rumor" that is famous in Hong Kong, Macao and Taiwan was actually made by a freshman?

This is a big joke, a myth!

When the principal personally told the news, all the senior leaders present felt lonely, and the conference room was in chaos for 10 minutes.

Everyone is smoking, everyone is whispering and discussing in the smoke...

The secretary and the director sat down, and the director asked Zhang Xuan cordially: "It's been almost a year since I came to CUHK. Are you still used to it?"

Yes, this tone, this expression, this overflowing concern...

Zhang Xuan was a little flattered, smiled and said, "Fortunately, I applied for this school specifically because I liked CUHK."

Look, he is indeed a great writer, and his speech is so artistic.

With a test from both sides, the pleasant tone of today's conversation was set. The secretary and the director looked at each other, feeling relaxed for no reason.

The secretary smiled and asked: "Do you have any opinions on the management of the hospital? We are communicating today. If you have any ideas, you can tell us."

After pondering for a while, Zhang Xuan said sincerely: "Actually, I am quite satisfied. I feel that CUHK is similar to my expectations. The teaching level of the teachers is good, the learning atmosphere is strong, and the management is relaxed and relaxed. As a fish, I am swimming here. Very comfortable.”

Hearing this, the director and secretary laughed. Naturally, I understood what Zhang Xuan said and would be more relaxed about his management in the future.

Don't frighten him with bedtime checks and not being allowed to date!

In the past, the director personally instructed the instructor to give Zhang Xuan some encouragement on this matter. At that time, I was afraid that he would create "human beings" before graduating from college, which would be a big scandal!

If something like this happens, no one will be ashamed if word spreads about it.

As the three of them chatted, Zhang Xuan felt a little confused.

The secretary asked: "I saw that you are still a member of the Communist Youth League. Have you ever thought about actively moving closer to the party?"

Zhang Xuan nodded, it must be politically correct.

The director asked: "You have excellent academic performance, so you can definitely be evaluated for excellence."

Zhang Xuan fainted. His grades last semester were good, but there was still some distance before he could be judged for awards, right?

What's going on, are you trying to give yourself honor and money?

The secretary said: "According to the teacher in the computer room, you are proficient in computers?"

"I'm pretty good at computers, and I'm very receptive to all new things." Zhang Xuan didn't know why. Is it difficult to give him a computer when he goes to school?

However, through the computer, he understood one thing. The school must have found out all his background recently.

How many people are there in the family, how do I live with Du Shuangling, what articles have I published, how do I usually behave in school...

Needless to say, all is lost. It is estimated that they are all placed in front of the leaders in the form of documents.

In the astronomical place, with humanistic care and chatting for a while, about 20 minutes passed...

At this time, the secretary suddenly picked up a copy of "The Wind" from the table and asked: "In March, was this "The Wind" written by you?"

Zhang Xuan stopped talking for a moment.

It would seem a bit proud to admit it directly, and it would be a bit hypocritical not to admit it.

Zhang Xuan leaned back on the sofa, relaxed, and looked at the two of them with a smile.

Just make a default decision.

This way everyone can get along easily, perform better, and feel more comfortable.

Seeing this, the secretary and director looked at each other again. The secretary also leaned on the sofa and sighed:

"What a terrifying young man! When Dean Jiang of the School of Liberal Arts first told us about it, I didn't believe it.

I also read "The Wind". The structure of the writing, the connotation of the story, and the literary value all made me admire it.

But later, the principal personally spoke and personally confirmed the authenticity of the matter and confirmed that you were the original author of the "wind". I suddenly feel that I can accept it again, because the chic and natural way you usually display is different..."

It was fine in the front, but Zhang Xuan didn't know whether he should laugh after hearing this? Or should I cry?

As expected, they are all talkative, and they are all old people who take care of the dishes.

He still didn't speak and couldn't interrupt the leader's praise tour. He listened quietly and smiled as always.

The secretary said: "The director and I are very happy that the school has produced a great talent like you and an elite like you.

We are talking to you today just to tell you what you need and what ideas you have, you can tell us and we will support you.

Don't worry, if you don't want to, the school will keep it a secret for you, and no one else in the school will know except us.

only…"

Zhang Xuan originally felt warm in his heart. But when I heard this, my heart skipped a beat and I waited patiently for the rest.

The secretary adjusted his sitting position, looked at him and continued: "It's just that we all hope that when you achieve further extraordinary achievements in the future, you can come back often and be proud of being a CUHK student."

Zhang Xuan understood the underlying meaning: if he has a request, the school will do its best to support him and satisfy him. And when he graduates or stops hiding, I hope he will never forget his original intention.

It turned out that this was the case. Zhang Xuan immediately expressed his opinion: "Thank you, teacher. I like CUHK very much, the teachers and students here, the canteen and library here..."

The conversation went well, the secretary smiled, and the director grinned accordingly.

The director stood up with the "wind" and said, "It is said that those who are near the water and the towers first get the moon. Come on, great writer, sign your name for me."

Zhang Xuan quickly stood up, walked over, signed the director's name, and sent a message.

Then he signed the secretary's book and sent a message.

At this time, the secretary took out a camera from the drawer, opened the door, and shouted to the outside: "Lu Ni, come here."

Lu Ni, who was in the instructor's office next door, heard the call from the secretary and immediately put down the trivial matters at hand and ran over.

Peipianpidian came running over.

"Come on, Lu Ni, take some photos for us."

Turning sideways to let Lu Ni in, the secretary closed the door, handed her the camera, and then walked over to stand side by side with Zhang Xuan.

Lu Ni was dumbfounded.

She was dumbfounded when she saw Zhang Xuan in the office. I was even more stunned when I saw the secretary smiling and taking the initiative to take a photo with Zhang Xuan.

At this moment, there are rows of questions in my mind, but I dare not say them.

In a daze, he half-crouched down, adjusted the focus, and did three consecutive clicks.

After the secretary took the photo, the director took the photo.

The director and Zhang Xuan stood together, and Lu Ni made another "click" three times.

This is not the end.

After taking single photos, let’s take group photos.

The secretary and the director stood on either side of Zhang Xuan in a tacit understanding, smiling at the camera.

Now Lu Ni is not calm at all. What the hell is this?

When taking a photo of the two of them, she could barely understand it. After all, there was no distinction between left and right positions.

But in the current group photo, the two of them actually put Zhang Xuan in the center, with Zhang Xuan standing in the C position?

She doesn't know how to do this anymore. She really wants to yell: Are you all crazy?

But she just thought about it, and after a flash of thought, she saw the obedient instructor again, the gentle instructor who came and went as soon as she was called, the instructor who bent down to take pictures.

Lu Ni couldn't do it anymore, and Zhang Xuan was speechless.

Although he has a status as a writer. But I still know how to socialize. I haven’t left school yet, and they are still my teachers and elders. How dare I stand in the C position when taking a group photo for the first time?

How can I stand in position C?

Zhang Xuan was afraid that after he took the C position today, the director and secretary would not be able to sleep at home tonight, fearing that their ancestors would pry open the coffin boards and scold them: unfilial descendants!

There was nothing to say, Zhang Xuan immediately declined...

Then the secretary and director also declined...

Lu Ni was at the door, dumbfounded as the three people who were talking and laughing as close as brothers declined...

She thinks this world is so fucking dramatic and fake!

After arguing with each other, Zhang Xuan finally stood on the side, the secretary stood in the middle, and the director stood on the other side.

This time Lu Ni took five consecutive shots in one breath.

After the business talk was finished and the photos were taken, when Zhang Xuan left, the secretary patted Zhang Xuan on the shoulder and said as warmly as the spring breeze:

"You are the first great writer to walk into my office."

It was hard to answer this, so Zhang Xuan blinked and left.

Great writer? Another row of question marks floated through Lu Ni's mind...

When Zhang Xuan left, the director changed his previous easy-going attitude and put on a serious face. He said to Lu Ni seriously: "Remember to keep today's matters a secret."

Seeing Lu Ni's confusion, the director picked up the "wind" and gave it to her: "Zhang Xuan is the original author of this book, and he is an incredible talent."

Lu Ni took the book and looked at it, and was immediately shocked. Isn't this a "rumour"?

Isn't this the book Lao Deng was reading recently?

Isn't this the book that my old man read in the government agency?

Was this written by Zhang Xuan?

Lu Ni looked at the secretary and director in confusion.

The secretary laughed and said, "Go back and read more newspapers."

At this time, the director said: "Lu Ni, don't worry about Zhang Xuan's love affair. Literary people are all true-tempered. If you don't talk about love, it's hard to produce a good work.

Look at Bailuyuan, look at the abandoned city, and then look at the ordinary world. They are all works full of emotions..."

Lu Ni, "..."

I thought you didn't have this attitude at the time.

I thought that you had warned me over and over again, saying that Zhang Xuan was my student and that I should restrain him...

After being nagged for a while, Lu Ni came out and walked out of the office.

In the corridor, she looked up at the sky.

It was the same day, with dark clouds, thunder and lightning, and heavy rain.

She looked at the Guan Yuan again.

The school has remained unchanged, with red walls and green tiles, and the teaching building is a bit old and mottled. Students with familiar faces were still jostling in the corridors, coming and going.

Alas, nothing has changed, nothing has changed, everything is still the same.

Lu Ni, who was deeply shocked, returned to the instructor's office and began to look for newspapers.

According to the secretary's instructions, start reading newspapers from the end of March.

To be honest, when she learned that Zhang Xuan was a great writer, she was more surprised than the secretary and director.

Because she knew that in addition to being a writer, Zhang Xuan was also extremely rich.

…

Humming a little tune and returning to the fourth floor, Zhang Xuan felt satisfied and refreshed.

Seeing him sitting down, Xiao Eleven looked at him carefully, and then took out a registered letter from his bag.

A letter from the capital, a letter that she really wanted to open and read privately.

There is no other reason, because after Yang Manjing came back from Hunan Province for the New Year, she once mentioned a person, a person who made Yang Manjing very envious and jealous, Mi Jian.

I squeezed the envelope between my fingers and handed it to him.

"Zhang Xuan, your letter!"

Zhang Xuan took the letter and opened it immediately after finding out that it was from Mi Jian.

As usual, there was just a piece of letter paper inside.

The letter paper is still not full, only two-thirds of it is filled.

The letter is divided into two paragraphs.

The first paragraph basically said: I received the sample issue of "Wind Voice". I am very grateful. She will read it carefully.

The second paragraph is a little longer. In addition to briefly explaining the school's trivial matters, Mi Jian also said that he has been reading newspapers every day recently, paying attention to him, and is sincerely happy for his achievements...

Mi Jian is Mi Jian, there is never any excessive words, and there is no piling up of rhetoric. Every word and every sentence is simple and practical.

But every word and every sentence is filled with a touch of emotion and concern.

Zhang Xuan read it twice, fascinated.

Su Jinyu was teaching seriously next to her. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, and then at him.

Finally, he tore off a note and wrote: Which old friend is this letter?

After finishing writing, Xiao Eleven crumpled the note into a ball and put it in his pocket.

Tear off a piece of paper and write again: Zhang Xuan, how can you be half-hearted.

After I finished writing, I crumpled it into a ball and put it in my pocket.

Tear up another note and write again: Zhang Xuan, Mi Jian is more beautiful, but Wen Hui is more beautiful...

After holding his breath for three seconds, Xiao Eleven looked at the blackboard, grabbed it with his right hand and put it in his pocket.

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