Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

Looking at Wen Hui on the sofa.

Zhang Xuan inexplicably remembered the scene when the two met for the first time.

At that time, she was also lying on the sofa. A beige fluffy coat was draped lazily on her body. It looked very casual. The first impression was that it was very comfortable, like the darling of nature, without any violation. feel.

Regardless of his good looks, what caught Zhang Xuan's attention the most at that time was his uniquely charming eyes. Translucent black and white, pure and simple, clean without a trace of impurities, it seems that only affirmation and admiration can be found at a glance, making people's emotions instantly inexplicably peaceful.

A year and a half later, the person remains the same.

It's just that the beige woolen coat was replaced by a light red woolen coat.

But it still feels so comfortable. Or maybe because of age, it has become more charming and flavorful.

Hey, no wonder my daughter-in-law wants to be wary of Wen Hui.

His eyes slowly traveled over her body several times, and finally returned to her neckline and her heart.

No way, who is the most familiar with these two places?

Although other places are familiar in the dream, it is a dream after all.

After watching for a minute, the old man was suddenly startled. Wen Hui's right hand moved unconsciously, protecting his chest.

Uh, maybe it's conscious?

Zhang Xuan rubbed his eyebrows and felt that he had absolutely no thoughts about Wen Hui.

Just purely appreciating the beauty.

Be reasonable, right?

Be reasonable...

With such thoughts in mind, regardless of whether she was awake or not, he covered her with a thin blanket, then left the study and returned to the master bedroom.

Hearing the footsteps gradually moving away, Wen Hui's closed eyelashes clumped and slowly opened.

In fact, when Zhang Xuan stood up and came over just now, Wen Hui, who had always been very sensitive, completely woke up from his stupor.

Just after she felt that he was looking at her, she didn't make a sound or open her eyes for the first time.

But she still protected her chest subconsciously, because past experience told her that Zhang Xuan's eyes would definitely stop here.

only…

She grabbed the blanket with her right hand and took a closer look. After standing up for a few seconds, Wen Hui calmed down and leaned back on the sofa.

…

The night is gone and the sun still rises.

When Zhang Xuan got up, the door to the second bedroom next door was open, and he could see inside at a glance.

Wen Hui is not here.

Um?

Did she get up so early?

Look at the time, 9:18.

It seemed like it was already late, and I actually slept till now. This has not happened for a long time.

Is it because of Wen Hui?

Then in the future, will I be able to have the effect of falling into a deep dream if I look at it more often?

Anyway, I’ve seen it before, so it wouldn’t be a loss to see her again...

Bah, when did you become so shameless?

I chanted "Amitabha" in my heart, and I really had no idea about Wenhui.

After briefly washing up, Zhang Xuan found that Wenhui was no longer on the second floor.

After thinking about it, I changed my shoes and went out to have breakfast.

When he arrived at the corridor this time, he was very determined and went up to the third floor confidently.

The reason is very simple. If I wake up after a night's sleep and don't dare to face her, doesn't that prove that I was guilty last night?

Guilty? If it doesn't exist, just knock on the door.

"Dong dong dong..."

Hearing the sound, Wen Hui got up from the sofa and came to the door.

"Zhang Xuan?" he asked cautiously.

"Well, it's me." Zhang Xuan replied.

The door opened in response, and when they looked at each other, Wen Hui asked, "Are you here for breakfast?"

Zhang Xuan is very thick-skinned: "No, I just care about whether you have had breakfast?"

Wen Hui looked at him and said, "Thank you, I've already eaten."

Zhang Xuan: "..."

Turn around and leave.

Wen Hui looked at his back, thought for a moment and said, "I had noodles for breakfast."

Zhang Xuan turned his back and waved his little hand: "I don't want to eat noodles, I want to eat rice noodles."

Wen Hui added: "Beef whistle."

Zhang Xuan immediately turned around: "Hey, that's right, I like noodles too."

Seeing that his face changed faster than the sky, Wen Hui's red lips slightly opened, with a slight smile written on her face.

Entering the house, Zhang Xuan poked his head into the kitchen: "Are there any eggs at home?"

"Yes." Wen Hui answered while putting on her sleeves.

"Bring me a fried egg."

"Um."

"No, two." Zhang Xuan changed his words.

Wen Hui remained silent, neither saying yes nor saying no.

The noodles are made quickly.

But when he saw Wen Hui sitting opposite with a bowl of noodles.

Zhang Xuan was stunned and couldn't help but ask: "Didn't you say you ate it?"

Wen Hui lowered her head and took a small bite of noodles with a calm expression, then took a bite of eggs, ignoring him the whole time.

After watching her eat several chopsticks, Zhang Xuan came back to his senses and started to eat the noodles like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

This woman's cooking skills are excellent, the noodles are chewy and the golden fried eggs are full of oily aroma.

After finishing two fried eggs in one go, Zhang Xuan said, "Remember to fry three for me next time."

Wen Hui looked up at him: "There are no eggs at home."

Zhang Xuan said: "Forget it, I'll go out to eat."

After breakfast, Zhang Xuan left directly.

First, I walked around the campus, but I didn't find Li Zheng or Zhang Sufang, let alone any good-looking girls or interesting things.

A bit disappointed.

After sitting on the grass for a while, I went back to the second floor to rent a room.

Not long after entering the door, Wen Hui came again.

Zhang Xuan was not surprised: "You haven't given up on "Clockwork Girl" yet?"

Wen Hui smiled gently, took the manuscript, sat on the sofa where it was last night, and started reading. They tacitly agreed not to avoid it.

In the morning, the two of them were busy in the study without saying a word.

At noon, Wenhui went to the third floor to make lunch. After the two of them finished lunch quietly, they returned to the study. The afternoon was still the same.

Without the initial fear, Zhang Xuan was in good condition today.

At the end of the day, I wrote nearly 7,000 words.

This has seriously exceeded his expectations and standards, so he decisively stopped writing.

Then check it from the beginning, pondering and revising it paragraph by paragraph.

until satisfied.

I revised it back and forth three times, and I don’t even know when Wen Hui left.

Standing up, twisting his waist and hips, Zhang Xuan went to the corridor outside.

Looking further down, I don't know where Lao Deng died, and he hasn't come back yet.

During dinner, Zhang Xuan asked: "Have you called me to ask? When will Zou Qingzhu come over?"

Wen Hui said: "I asked, and the two actresses will arrive at school on the same day, but she has to leave in the afternoon."

Zhang Xuan asked again: "Have you, "Clockwork Girl," seen it?"

When it came to this, Wen Hui was not so calm. Instead, she asked curiously: "How did you come up with these novel settings?"

"Tell me first, have you seen it?"

"I didn't play the piano this afternoon."

"Did you get carried away?"

"Um."

People around him finally took notice of it, and Zhang Xuan was a little happy: "When the book is published, the first set of free signed books will be given to you."

Wen Hui smiled knowingly and remained silent, waiting for a reply.

Zhang Xuanxiao said proudly: "Don't ask me how I came up with those novel settings.

Just like some people can be high officials, some can be generals, and some can be the bosses of multinational companies. My talent is to be a writer, to be as imaginative as I can be..."

Wen Hui looked at him calmly, listening to his bragging. When he was sure that he was done playing and was sure that he would stop talking, she got up and went directly to the piano room.

Zhang Xuan reminded from behind: "The bowls and chopsticks, the bowls and chopsticks haven't been cleared away yet?"

Wen Hui said without looking back: "Let it go first, I need to play the piano and calm down."

Zhang Xuan: "..."

Pooh! This girl also has a bad conscience.

Hearing the sound of the piano, Zhang Xuan ate alone for a while, and finally knocked on the door: "Can you come in?"

Wen Hui nodded lightly.

Zhang Xuan walked over and touched the piano and said to her: "Except for "Xintianyou", I have never heard you sing a song. How about you sing one today?"

Wen Hui looked up at him.

Zhang Xuan pointed to his head: "My eyes are dazzled while writing today. I need to relax."

Wen Hui did not refuse, but asked: "Is there any song you particularly want to hear?"

Zhang Xuan said without thinking: "Didn't you sing "I'll Have You in My Life" at the wedding? That's it."

Wen Hui looked away from him, placed her green-white fingers on the black and white keys, and began to play seriously.

After the prelude, Wen Hui opened her little mouth: "Because I dreamed of you leaving, I woke up from crying..."

Um?

Sounds so good?

Zhang Xuan was surprised. Wasn't this level a complete disgrace to himself?

It's a pity that I was embarrassed in front of her before.

Fortunately, the old man was thick-skinned. He found a place to sit down without blushing, looked out the window, and listened comfortably.

Then I listened and closed my eyes directly...

After finishing the song, Wen Hui glanced at him.

Seeing that his eyes were closed, he directly changed to more soothing piano music.

Perhaps because he was overusing his brain, Zhang Xuan fell asleep at some point.

Wen Hui herself didn't know how many songs she played, but she stopped when she felt it was about the same.

After sitting quietly in front of the piano and looking at his sleeping face for a while, I also went to the bedroom to get a thick blanket to cover him.

After tugging around until his ankles were covered, Wen Hui stood up, closed the door, and went to the kitchen.

In the next two days, Zhang Xuan concentrated on creating.

Wen Hui is still the same, addicted to "Clockwork Girl". During the day, besides making three meals a day, I hold it and look at it.

In the evening, she would practice the piano.

If Zhang Xuan follows, he will play something with a slower tempo.

If Zhang Xuan doesn't come, he will play and compose his own music. After playing for a while, he will make corrections on the music score.

Lunar calendar 18th.

Wen Hui got up early in the morning and first carefully cleaned up the broken hair on the bed.

Zhang Xuan asked while having breakfast: "Are you creating?"

"Um."

"Writing piano music?"

"Um."

Zhang Xuan stopped his chopsticks and leaned forward: "May I ask, what is your piano level?"

It was rare to see him like this, so Wen Hui smiled and replied: "I'm just trying to have fun."

Then without waiting for a word, he added: "The two actors will go back to school later."

Zhang Xuan understood instantly: "I know."

After a simple question and answer, the two silently reached an agreement as if they had met for the first time.

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