Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

Tao Ge asked: "Have you finished the exam?"

Zhang Xuan replied: "I finished the exam yesterday."

Tao Ge asked: "Are you staying in Yangcheng during the summer vacation, or are you going home?"

Zhang Xuan thought for a while and said: "The two actors and their classmates are going to visit the West Lake. I'll come here first to finish the last draft.

I will go back for a few days in early August to visit Nanyue Hengshan Mountain. Then I still have to come over, there is still a lot of things waiting here. "

The two greeted each other and got down to business.

Tao Ge said: "Last night, People's Literature once again held a symposium to submit the selection of "White Deer Plain" for the Contradictory Literature Award."

Zhang Xuan's heart tightened and he asked hurriedly: "What's the result?"

Tao Ge lowered his voice and said: “At the beginning, Bailuyuan’s supporters had the upper hand.

Especially when Zouping, He Qizhi, and Xing Xiaobin, the big figures within People's Literature, spoke in succession to express their support, the situation fell into a crisis.

Extremely bad for you.

However, Editor-in-Chief Hong argued hard and listed the two fatal flaws of "Bailuyuan", which calmed the situation and did not immediately pass the resolution to submit the election.

In view of the brilliant achievements of "Wind", the final result of the meeting was: People's Literature is willing to wait for you for a month, and is willing to wait for another month for your "latent" novels. "

Zhang Xuan was silent. Chief Editor Hong's kindness to him was as deep as the ocean. He felt that he had nothing to repay because of his virtues and abilities.

Very touched.

If my guess is correct: because I did not disrupt the situation in my previous life, "Bailuyuan" must have passed the internal resolution of People's Literature under the pressure of huge public opinion.

Lao Chen is sorry.

Anyway, in your last life, you didn’t seize this opportunity, so you might as well leave it to me.

Just wait for the next Mao Dun Literature Award. Your destiny is in the next one, and your glory is in the next one.

Zhang Xuan asked: "What are the two fatal flaws that Chief Editor Hong mentioned at the meeting?"

Tao Ge whispered: "Chief Editor Hong pointed out at the meeting:

First, the remarks made by the sage Mr. Zhu in "White Deer Plain" about "銊子" involve major issues in historical narrative and are not conducive to the pursuit of the highest award.

The second is the well-known gender issue. Tian Xiao'e's large-scale description is not in line with the requirements of the times this year. "

Zhang Xuan understood it almost instantly and asked cryptically: "The second point, does it mean that the leader doesn't like it?"

"Sister, I heard that's the case."

Tao Ge said: "The first item pointed out by Chief Editor Hong is already a big taboo. The second item is the taboo among taboos.

So when Editor-in-Chief Hong brought up these two fatal flaws, the seminar was completely silent for an instant, and the big guys who supported "Bailuyuan" also fell into deep thought. "

At this point, Tao Ge paused and continued:

"The next selection seminar for the Mao Dun Literary Award is scheduled for August 1. In other words, you must finalize the draft before then, otherwise the opportunity that Chief Editor Hong will fight for will be lost.

Do you understand what sister means? "

Zhang Xuan patted his chest and immediately said solemnly: "Don't worry, I will complete the final draft this month even if I don't eat or drink."

Tao Ge carefully warned: "Although time is tight, don't rush to rush the work. Quality is still the premise.

Otherwise, it will not only slap Editor-in-Chief Hong and me in the face, but it will also easily damage your hard-earned reputation, which will be detrimental to your future development. "

Zhang Xuan said in a deep voice: "I know."

They are both smart people, and the matter of finalizing the draft was settled, and the topic of the two of them then shifted to the hot-selling "wind".

Tao Ge said excitedly: "Sister, I have good news for you. Recently, booksellers from two countries have expressed interest in Feng Sheng. They have sent representatives to the capital to discuss overseas publishing cooperation with us."

Zhang Xuan asked anxiously: "Which two countries?"

Tao Ge said: "South Korea and the United Kingdom."

When mentioning Britain, a face instantly appeared in Zhang Xuan's mind, Lilith.

Isn’t this tiger girl studying in the UK?

What would she look like if she could see her "wind" in the British Library?

Hey, will you worship yourself beyond measure at that time?

Oh, damn, this is beautiful to think about.

Seeing that he remained silent, Tao Ge asked, "Sister, I'm formally asking you, do you agree to cooperate with these two countries?"

Zhang Xuan said happily: "I agree, of course I agree, only fools would disagree.

In the future, don’t ask me about this kind of thing again. Just handle it with your full authority. I can trust you. "

Tao Ge said: "Okay! Sister, go and get busy first. You should also pay attention to the balance between work and rest."

"Okay, hang up."

After hanging up the phone, thinking of the conversation just now and the deeds of Chief Editor Hong, Zhang Xuan sat quietly on the sofa for half an hour.

Half an hour later, he gently took the pillow away from his arms, unplugged the phone line in the living room, removed the battery from the BB machine, and got up to go to the study.

Although I can’t wait to go and prove it to the world immediately, immediately, and now.

But Zhang Xuan knows that he must keep his mentality stable and not be happy with things or sad with himself.

Turn pressure into motivation, strive for perfection, and give yourself and those who support you a satisfactory answer.

Entering the study, closing the door, he took out the latest edition of the manuscript and opened the title page.

After thinking quietly for a few seconds, I picked up my pen and wrote on the title page: The novel is considered the secret history of a nation.

On this day, Zhang Xuan was revising the manuscript.

I had a simple dinner in the middle of the night, white rice with fermented bean curd.

This night, Zhang Xuan sat under the dim 40-watt incandescent lamp, still forgetting to sleep and eat.

This is the first day.

Continue the next day.

Not to mention the third day...

At noon on the fifth day, someone knocked on the door.

Zhang Xuan ignored it.

In the afternoon, Lao Deng knocked on the door again.

Zhang Xuan still ignored it.

In the evening, Lao Deng came again.

Zhang Xuan paid attention this time, tore off a piece of white paper and wrote a line of words.

The door opens.

As soon as Lao Deng met, he frowned and asked: "What are you doing these days? You disappear every day and your hair is like a chicken coop.

Xiaodu's phone calls came all the way downstairs to me. She couldn't contact you and was very worried about you. "

Zhang Xuan looked into his eyes and answered with only four words: "Create in seclusion."

Old Dengzi was originally full of complaints, but when he heard the words "reclusive creation", he immediately stopped talking and looked at him from head to toe.

At the end of the day, he adjusted his glasses and asked concernedly: "I didn't see you going out, nor did I see you lighting a fire. What have you been eating these days?"

Zhang Xuan said: "Eat one meal a day, rice, fermented bean curd."

Lao Deng was stunned: "Do you eat this every day?"

Zhang Xuan said pitifully: "This is already my most luxurious dinner."

Seeing that Lao Deng wanted to speak, Zhang Xuan posted the white paper he had prepared on the door.

Lao Deng looked over and felt dizzy.

All I saw was written on the paper: If you care about me, please deliver meals on time at 12 noon and 5 pm every day, and please refuse to knock on the door or make any noise.

Their eyes met, big eyes staring at small eyes, Zhang Xuan yawned and asked: "Have you had dinner?"

Lao Deng was so excited that he said, "Rooney is cooking."

"Oh!..." Zhang Xuan returned to the living room, picked up the BB player on the coffee table, installed the battery, and turned around to go downstairs.

Lao Deng followed behind and was amused: "Are you trying to fight against the autumn wind?"

Zhang Xuan turned on the phone and choked him leisurely: "Just be content, now I eat you and it's like beating the autumn wind.

After a while, if I take a look into your room, you will burn high incense, which will make the plum blossoms shine. "

Lao Deng pointed at his nose with his finger, "What do you mean, after a while, I, Lao Deng, will no longer be able to compete with you, and I will no longer be worthy of dining at the same table with you?"

Zhang Xuan said shamelessly, "Although this is reality. But don't worry, this will not happen, because I am not a person who likes the new and hates the old.

Lao Deng, you will be proud to know me in the future, and my name will be enough for you to brag about for a lifetime. "

Deng Daqing couldn't bear it any longer, broke his guard, stretched out his fingers and pointed, but was choked for a long time and couldn't say a word.

In the end, he could only grit his teeth and say: "Zhang boy, I've been waiting for this day!"

Enter the house…

There are already three dishes on the table. There are long beans, pork belly with pickled vegetables, and steamed chicken with gastrodia elata.

It smelled so damn good that Zhang Xuan drooled just looking at it and almost fainted from the smell.

As expected, Rooney was still cooking. Zhang Xuan stretched his neck to take a look.

Tsk! It turned out to be fish head with chopped pepper, my favorite.

Zhang Xuan asked: "Instructor, where are you from, and why do you know Hunan cuisine?"

Rooney, who was wearing an apron, suddenly became unhappy. She held up a vegetable shovel and asked fiercely: "You have been studying in my hands for a year and you still don't know where I am from?"

Zhang Xuan took a step back and quickly waved his hand to explain: "Old Deng said you are his woman, so I should stop asking."

After saying that, Zhang Xuan turned his head to look at Lao Deng, winked and said, "Lao Deng, is that what you mean?"

Deng Daqing was furious and said: "Don't ask me, I can't reach you. I don't want to talk to you right now."

"..."

Yes, neither man nor woman wants to see him.

Zhang Xuan took a few steps back in amusement, then sat down at the table and started to flip through the BB machine.

Many people are calling me, but Du Shuangling is the one who calls me the most.

Followed by Ou Ming.

It turned out to be Ou Ming? Called himself so many times, could something happen?

While the couple were whispering in the kitchen, Zhang Xuan put a piece of pork in his mouth, walked to the sofa, picked up the phone and started making calls.

The first call was to Du Shuangling.

As soon as the call was connected, Zhang Xuan rushed to say: "Dear, I have been writing recently, and the "lurking" novel has reached the most critical moment, so I unplugged the phone line, don't worry..."

Listen to the babbling...

There was silence over there, and a female voice said: "You are Zhang Xuan, I am Wen Hui's mother."

Zhang Xuan: "."

He was dumbfounded, completely dumbfounded.

Pat your head, grandma is such a bear! What's going on? I'm not really going to make people stupid by writing, right?

She reacted and said: "Hello, aunt, is Du Shuangling here? Call Du Shuangling for me."

Zhou Rong answered him: "Aunt Wenhui took the three of them to see the sea. You can call back later."

Zhang Xuan pondered for a while, then said: "I may not have time tonight. Auntie, please help me tell Shuang Ling that I am busy in the study and will contact her when I am done. Please don't worry."

At this moment, Zhou Rong was curious. Was he busy in the study?

What can you do in the study at a young age?

But being curious, Zhou Rong had nothing to say about his personal qualities, so he immediately agreed: "Okay, I will tell the two actors for you later."

After saying a few polite words and hanging up the phone, Zhang Xuan saw the two people still huddled in the kitchen sneaking around. He glanced at the table and couldn't help it. He walked over and picked up a piece of pork with pickled vegetables and put it in his mouth.

Chew it, chew it, um, it's delicious, it melts in your mouth, and your mouth is full of meaty flavor.

After thinking for a while, he turned his head to look at the kitchen, picked up another piece and put it in his mouth.

Then he turned around and called Ou Ming.

To my surprise, the call went through as soon as it rang.

Then even more unexpectedly, there was a cry inside...

Ou Ming cried softly and said, "Brother Xuan, Brother Xuan, I've been keeping this phone call for two days, and you finally called!"

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