Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

Putting down his cell phone, Zhang Xuanhou sat on a chair and quietly watched the sparrows on the sycamore tree.

Ten minutes later, he recovered and began to write.

Since I continued writing "Human World" in July, I have written almost 250,000 words in two months.

Compared with before, it wasn't much, but he was very satisfied.

The first thing that satisfies me is that no other space is occupied by writing.

Second, life has entered a normal rhythm, and there is no need to get up early and stay busy day and night.

Of course, the most important thing is to ensure the quality of writing.

"The Human World" belongs to traditional literature, and the connotation and background of the story cannot be compared with science fiction novels. It is also richer than the "Wind" and "Liberty" I have written, which means that the progress will not be too fast.

So so so so.

The pen tip kept moving on the white paper, and I quickly wrote more than 1,400 words in two hours.

Stop writing, calm down, and walk out of the study to go to class.

I entered the big classroom almost at the sound of the school bell. The teachers in front of me had already written half of the chalk words on the blackboard.

Instead of looking for the animals in 303 in front, he sat next to Dong Ziyu in the middle of the classroom.

Seeing him sitting over, Dong Ziyu asked in surprise: "What kind of wind brought you here today?"

Zhang Xuan replied lazily: "I'm tired of sitting with Su Jinyu every day and want to change my taste."

Dong Ziyu smiled and said: "Don't make this joke with me, otherwise Jinyu won't be able to retaliate against me afterwards."

Zhang Xuan glanced at the teacher in front of him and asked her, "Why are you still reading the newspaper in class?"

Dong Ziyu said: "This class is too boring, and watching the news is what I must do every day."

Zhang Xuan asked: "Is it influenced by the family?"

Dong Ziyu is right: "It has become a habit to follow my parents since I was a child."

Zhang Xuan gave a thumbs up and said: "Tsk, you are born to be in politics."

Dong Ziyu said: "No way, my life is actually restricted to death, and I still envy you."

The teacher gave a lecture, and the two chose to shut up.

It's really not possible to shut up. After all, the teacher is also the leader of the school, so he still has to give him face.

This teacher's speech is really boring and makes people fall asleep.

The old man decided that he would either not come to this class next time, or he would have to bring his own book when he came.

I was really bored, and after wandering around the classroom, my eyes naturally fell on the newspaper next to me.

Um?

Lao Chen's "White Deer Plain" won the Mao Dun Literature Award?

Zhang Xuan subconsciously reached out and took out the newspaper and started reading.

Dong Ziyu, who was watching intently, felt helpless. He raised his hand to let the newspaper pass, and then read the news about this Mao Dun Literary Award.

A few minutes later, when he finished reading, Dong Ziyu asked: "Has the conflict between You and the original author of White Deer been resolved?"

Zhang Xuan didn't even raise his head: "I don't take it to heart. I just don't know what Old Chen is thinking. But I think Old Chen should be a generous person."

Dong Ziyu, who has been exposed to official rhetoric since he was a child, understood what he meant almost instantly: "That's right, with your current status, I can't help but be relieved a long time ago."

Zhang Xuan turned his head and winked at her, that's what he meant.

Dong Ziyu smiled and changed the subject: "We haven't taken a photo together yet. One day when the weather is nice, we can take a graduation photo together."

Zhang Xuan agreed readily: "Okay, you pick the day and call me when the time comes."

Dong Ziyu said: "Dress up to look good."

Zhang Xuan asked: "How about a black suit?"

Dong Ziyu said: "Okay,"

Zhang Xuan asked: "Do you want to trim your hair and apply mousse?"

Dong Ziyu nodded: "That's better."

Zhang Xuan put down the newspaper: "Is it still not good for me to close it?"

Dong Ziyu joked: "I'm not Su Jinyu. I treat you as a treasure all the time."

Zhang Xuan rolled his eyes and continued reading the newspaper.

Seeing that the man had no intention of returning the newspaper to him, Dong Ziyu picked up his pen and started taking notes in class.

When the fourth class was about to end, the note "Du Yu" replied to the text message.

Seagate: I just contacted my sister and she agreed to meet you.

Zhang Xuan texted in surprise: Really?

Seagate: Really.

Zhang Xuan: What did your sister say?

Seagate: Seagate didn't say much, just said that it would like to meet you. You can take care of the rest by yourself. I guess this won’t be a problem for you, a veteran of flowers, right?

Zhang Xuan: Thank you.

Seagate glanced at the word "Thank you" and did not reply. Instead, he put down his phone and lay on the bed in a daze.

After a long time, she picked up the phone again, clicked into the mailbox, and read through the first text message between the two of them one by one.

At a certain moment, she found her long-lost notebook, unlocked it, and turned to the latest page.

Write:

I just went back to 6 years ago and asked 15-year-old Seagate: I fell in love with him the first time we met. What do you like about him?

Trying to recall, 15-year-old Seagate’s answer was depressing: I seem to like everything about him.

I didn't give up and asked 15-year-old Seagate: You clearly knew that he was very close to other beautiful girls. Is it worth it for you?

The 15-year-old Seagate did not answer me, but asked: Every time you hold your phone and read his text messages repeatedly, the screen of your phone is almost cracked and the corners of your eyes are dry. Do you know what this means?

Yes, I was speechless when faced with the 15-year-old Seagate’s rhetorical question.

I was careful to reply to his text message every time, to maintain a certain level of enthusiasm without going crazy; to respond to his words while leaving enough suspense for him to continue replying to me, to prevent the conversation from ending in vain.

I gave up on exploring why I fell in love with him.

Because I fell in love with him at first sight without a reason.

Falling in love with him is like a broken faucet. Reason tells me that he has a girlfriend and should stop in time.

But no matter how hard you tighten the broken faucet, it's all in vain, and it's hard to recover from the flood of emotions.

Two days later, Zhang Xuan set out for the capital.

Li Wendong picked up the plane.

Zhang Xuan got into the Mercedes-Benz and asked, "Do you have any cars that are not eye-catching?"

Li Wendong asked: "What do you mean by a car that doesn't have blind spots? It means that all cars have blind spots."

Zhang Xuan patted his forehead and saw that he was asking this question. Even a Santana driving on the street is very eye-catching these days.

Zhang Xuan thought for a while and said, "Get me a black Audi."

Li Wendong stared at him for a few seconds, seemingly guessing what he was going to do: "Brand new? Or an old car?"

Zhang Xuan sighed: "It should be brand new, I'm not used to old cars."

Then he said: "Prepare a bouquet of roses for me."

Then he said: "Forget it, I will buy the roses myself, you can just drive me there."

Li Wendong laughed and said, "Pursue Seagate?"

Zhang Xuan looked sideways: "Why not Mi Jian?"

Li Wendong said: "If Mi Jian, you won't change your car."

Zhang Xuan raised his eyelids: "Eunuchs in ancient times had a certain skill. Do you know what it is?"

Li Wendong subconsciously asked: "What is it?"

Zhang Xuan said slowly: "Pretending to be deaf and mute is their life-saving skill. You should learn it well."

Li Wendong laughed loudly: "Don't worry, I only watch the show and won't tell anyone."

Zhang Xuan snorted.

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