Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

I saw that the short man's hands moved first, then his feet moved, and then his eyes slowly opened.

Then he got up.

The short man ignored everyone's questions. After being lost for a while, he squatted down and hugged the tall man and shook him violently.

Crying and shouting: "Qin Gang, wake up, wake up! You don't want to die!"

At this time, a barefoot doctor who was watching hurriedly stopped him and said, "Young man, stop! Stop! You can easily get into trouble. You may kill me even if you are not dead."

After hearing this, the short man immediately didn't dare to move. He just hugged the tall man and continued to cry bitterly.

The crying was loud, the crying was sincere, and the sad look made everyone feel heartbroken.

There was some anxiety in the atmosphere.

Everyone in the field was nervous, and so were the people watching in the haystacks and houses in the distance.

Feeling the strangeness of the person in his arms, Zhang Xuan hugged him a little tighter and comforted him again: "Don't be afraid, the short guy is alive, and the tall guy might wake up soon."

Maybe the mouth was opened.

As soon as Zhang Xuan finished speaking, the tall man on the other side of the river suddenly opened his eyes.

His unfocused eyes first looked at the umbrella above his head, and then choked up the short man who looked at him with wide eyes: "Zhao Xian, I was wrong. I will never curse God again."

Seeing people waking up, the fields burst into cheers.

The anxious people all around also cheered.

The ambulance came later, and the two were persuaded to get into the ambulance and go to the hospital for a physical check-up.

Watching the ambulance go away, Zhang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Mi Jian also breathed a sigh of relief.

…

The rain has been falling, and hundreds of raindrops burst onto the ground, splashing water, and intertwining together is as beautiful and charming as fireworks during the New Year.

After experiencing the hustle and bustle just now, the outside slowly fell into silence again.

Mi Jian lowered his head and glanced at the hand around his waist. He said nothing, but raised his head slightly, pursed his lips and stared at him quietly.

Look at him quietly.

When Mi Jian's eyes fell on him, Zhang Xuan's eyes also fell on Mi Jian.

His eyes wandered between Mi Jian's beautiful profile, neck, collarbone and plumpness for a while, and then upwards.

The two pairs of eyes met unexpectedly.

At this moment, Zhang Xuan's eyes were filled with emotion and desire.

And Mi Jian's pair of lonely eyes were pure, yet extremely charming.

Looking at each other, the two people's eyes were not as intense as before. This time they were so magnetic that they never separated once they made contact.

Gentle, warm, attractive

Outside the haystack, the wind and rain were raging across the entire world, as if they were trying to block out the noisy world so as to leave space for the two of them to be alone.

The two of them stared at each other so softly, caught off guard but not wanting to move away.

No one spoke, and it seemed there was no need to speak. A breath arises spontaneously, and a look contains a thousand words.

At this moment, Zhang Xuan's heart was in confusion, his heartbeat was rapidly accelerating, and his passion for Mi Jian was raging.

In the past two lives, Zhang Xuan, who has experienced everything from scratch and struggled out of rural poverty, is also a man who has experienced many vicissitudes of life.

But from a selfish point of view, it may be that the two people have a compatible aura, their values ​​​​match, or they may have a natural affinity. There are really too many things about Mi Jian that attract him.

The eyebrows, eyes, nose, lips, earlobes, even the tips of the hair and those rare and delicate hands, all seem to be able to speak, and they are so vivid and impressive.

Zhang Xuan has also met many women, and he can say shamelessly that none of the women around him is above the standard.

Just like Wan Jun commented on Li Zheng, a handsome man, women without any capital would not dare to get close to him at all.

But whether it's Mi Jian's good looks, orchid-like temperament, or inner wisdom, it's the one that best hits his tender heart and the one that best suits his aesthetics.

Maybe a woman who is not inferior to Mi Jian in all aspects will stand with her. If that woman Zhang Xuan gives her a perfect score of 100 points, Mi Jian will be 120 points in his heart. This is an indescribable bonus effect.

To be honest, in my two lifetimes, I have known so many people of the opposite sex, and there are not many, or even very few, women who can compete with Mi Jian. If I had to drag one out, Wen Hui might be the one.

I don’t know how long they looked at each other, it might have been a moment, or it might have been a century.

Just when Zhang Xuan felt that the desire was about to be uncontrollable, just when Zhang Xuan wanted to go further, Mi Jian suddenly moved.

I saw her stand up and retract her gaze. Quietly, she gently stroked a handful of hair behind her ear with her right hand to cover up her heartbeat. She lowered her eyelids and asked:

"Is my hair messy?"

Her voice was very soft, quiet, and distant.

But to Zhang Xuan's ears, it was like the most beautiful note in the world, making him happy both physically and mentally.

Hair is messy?

How can it be?

Not messy, except for being a little wet, it can even be called neat.

Zhang Xuan knew that Mi Jian was building a platform for herself and the two of them.

In the past few years, at a certain moment just past, Zhang Xuan didn't know if it was an illusion. He vaguely sensed that Mi Jian was moved by the further development of the relationship between the two. .

It's a pity that the time for her to be tempted was too short, just like the lightning outside, it came and went even faster.

Zhang Xuan vaguely understood that it was Mi Jian's self-esteem, pride and reserve that was holding her back.

Facing Zhang Xuan's eyes as calm as the sea, Mi Jian was very conflicted at this moment, and his thoughts were filled with sorrow. Or dare not face it.

I really don’t dare to face it.

Because in her opinion, before her thoughts were revealed, she could stay with him as a friend, and she would not have any burden on where to play, what to do, or to eat together.

But the scene in his arms just now, looking at each other with something indescribable, she was unwilling and afraid to do before.

The reason is very simple. He is Shuangling's man, and he and Shuangling are best friends. This alone makes Mi Jian shy away.

Other obstacles, such as relatives and friends, secular vision, morality, human relations and many other obstacles, made her even more afraid to cross the threshold easily.

At this moment, she felt so happy about Zhang Xuan in her heart, but at the same time, she felt so uneasy.

Because Mi Jian knew that if he and Zhang Xuan crossed that line, it would mean losing a lot of things, possibly losing both actors. Even if you don't do well, you will lose your pride and lose yourself.

At the same time, she also knew that it was very easy for her to leave Zhang Xuan. But it would be difficult to go back to him after leaving, or to return to the previous friendship.

It may even be extremely difficult, or even impossible.

She knew very well that once she left, her reserve and pride would never allow her to look back.

She is afraid of moving forward, and even more unwilling to retreat.

In the dilemma, she came up with what she said just now: Is my hair messy?

Feeling the contradiction, complexity, entanglement and struggle in her heart, Zhang Xuan respected her and understood her, so he did not force her too much.

So Zhang Xuan cryptically said something to confirm the relationship between the two: "Mi Jian, you are so beautiful."

"You are so beautiful" many people have said these four words to Mi Jian, but this is the first time Zhang Xuan said it to Mi Jian in this life.

At this moment, this moment, this moment, the originally depressed Mi Jian's pupils instantly shot out with light, just like the green branches at the turn of winter and spring, violently changing, colorful and dazzling.

It is said that women in the world are full of charm. They are either beautiful, gentle, charming, elegant, wise, fashionable, elegant or charming.

But the blooming rice at this moment cannot be described by these tacky words.

Her beauty exudes an indescribable thrill; her whole body is crystal clear and seems to be filled with a strange brilliance; it is as full of vitality as the spring breeze awakens all things; it is also like the autumn rain that makes people feel drunk, like a dream, Like crazy, like drunkenness.

Suddenly far and suddenly close, everything enters the painting.

Dumbfounded, Zhang Xuan was stunned again. Although he was so shameless and only stayed for a few tenths of a second, he was still clearly reflected in the eyes of Keren'er at the opposite door.

Anyway, you are thick-skinned, so it doesn’t matter if you are thicker. Zhang Xuan smiled and stretched out his hand and said, "Your hair is indeed a bit messy. Let me straighten it out for you."

As he said this, he did not allow her to refuse, and bent his fingers together like a comb to help her sort them out.

This is a kind of declaration. It is telling her silently: You have already understood my thoughts, and I also understand your thoughts. For this reason, I will not force you. I will wait for you for as long as possible.

Lan Xinhui's innocent Mi understood what he meant immediately, looked into his eyes and said seriously: "Thank you, thank you for protecting me and tolerating me."

Zhang Xuan rolled his eyes: "Thank you, so I'll accept it. But I don't want to hear the word "thank you" again in the future, otherwise I won't be so easy to get along with, do you understand?"

Hearing this, Mi Jian no longer looked at him, but turned his head to look outside the vast haystack. Under the quiet face, shyness and smiles flashed away, and it took a long time before he uttered a single word vaguely. :"good."

Summer rain comes and goes quickly.

Gradually, the thunder became far away and the rain gradually became lighter. When it becomes thin, it floats softly in the sky like a dandelion.

Mi Jian raised his right wrist and looked at it: "It's not too early, everyone else has left, let's go too."

Zhang Xuan glanced at the people leaving outside and said, "Wait a minute, your hair will be ready soon."

Mi smiled and stabbed his left wrist from the shoulder knowingly.

Zhang Xuan understood, took off the rubber band from her wrist and tied up her hair.

After tying it, he asked: "It's all wet. Is it not uncomfortable to tie it?"

Mi Jian said: "It doesn't matter, I will wash my hair when I get back."

Zhang Xuan nodded, took back his hands and started packing his backpack. A few minutes later, the two of them left the haystack and ran back towards the road.

After just a few steps, Zhang Xuan stopped her again: "Wait a minute."

Mi Jian stopped in response and turned around to look at him.

Zhang Xuan didn't say anything, just took off his shirt and put it on hers.

Mi Jian looked at him with a half-smile and started to button up.

Then he asked Zhang Xuan: "You won't catch a cold like this, right?"

Zhang Xuan patted his bare upper body: "Don't worry, this drizzle won't catch me. I work out every day."

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(8600 words)

According to the outline, Mi Jian has completed one-tenth of the work.

Nine tenths left.