Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

Their eyes met, their eyes became more and more intense, and their emotions became more and more intense.

Zhang Xuan said slowly, "Long time no see."

"Yeah." Wen Hui responded.

Zhang Xuan took a step closer and asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." Wen Hui hummed again.

Gazing closely at the face that made him think about it day and night, at a certain moment, the old man reached out to help her smooth out her earmarks and hair, one by one, one bunch after another, the process was slow but full of affection. .

Wen Hui just stared at him quietly without hiding.

After spending a lot of time putting the fine hair behind her ears, Zhang Xuan slowly moved his right hand down along the ear shell, then covered her face, and said softly: "Wenhui, I miss you."

Wen Hui, who had always remained calm, heard this almost silent murmur, and her heart felt as if she had been hit hard by a sledgehammer weighing a thousand pounds. Her eyelids were narrowed and she almost lost her composure.

At this moment, the earth seemed to stop moving, the world had lost its color, and nature had no sound.

Wen Huifu, who was in a stalemate and regained his composure after a long time, closed his eyes again, looked at his clothes and asked: "Your coat is a little wet, take it off."

"Hey, okay."

Zhang Xuan put down the umbrella and put the gifts by the door. He took off his spring coat and muttered: "It's okay in the morning, but the wind outside was so strong at noon that I didn't even dare to open it while holding the umbrella."

Wen Hui smiled knowingly, bent down to find a new pair of cotton pads from the shoe box next to the door, removed the outer packaging, and finally put the shoes in front of him: "My cousin prepared these for my dad, but he I've been busy with work and haven't been here before. You guys are about the same height. You should give it a try and it should be suitable."

Zhang Xuan put his feet in, stepped on the ground, squeezed his toes, and said with satisfaction: "It's pretty good, pretty good."

Wen Hui looked carefully and saw that the shoes fit him, and then asked with concern: "Are you hungry?"

Zhang Xuan blurted out: "I'm hungry. I haven't eaten your food for a long time. In order to eat more this time, I gave up breakfast."

Hearing these words full of lovesickness, Wen Hui fell silent. After lowering her head to deal with the umbrella and gifts, she went into the bathroom and washed her hands. Then she came to the coffee table, took a clean cup, and quietly poured him a cup of tea. .

Passing the tea to him, Wen Hui looked up and looked into his eyes and said, "There are still two dishes left to cook. If you are hungry, eat some mutton first to satisfy your stomach."

Zhang Xuan took the white porcelain cup, took a sip of tea and asked, "What other dishes are there?"

"Spring bamboo shoots and tofu, I haven't cooked them since you didn't come, for fear that the dishes would lose their flavor when they get cold." After that, Wen Hui went to the bedroom closet to find a long coat for him.

After staring at the khaki spring coat in front of him for a long time, Zhang Xuan asked, "Is this, this is women's clothing?"

Seeing the depressed look on his face, Wen Hui's smart little mouth pouted slightly, trying not to laugh: "My cousin bought a long over-the-knee style, you should be able to wear it."

Zhang Xuan didn't move.

Wen Hui said: "I specially picked a new one."

Zhang Xuan remained unmoved.

Wen Hui said: "This is spring, it's easiest to catch a cold."

Zhang Xuan interrupted her: "It's not yours."

Wen Hui said gently: "You can't wear mine."

Seeing her insistence, Zhang Xuan took the clothes and put them on him speechlessly. He didn't forget to complain and complained: "You really don't live up to expectations. If only you were 10 centimeters longer."

Wen Hui turned a deaf ear to his words. After her eyes wandered on him for a while, she turned and went to the kitchen.

Seeing her being so calm, Zhang Xuan felt really unsure. He took out his cell phone and sent a text message to Zhao Lei: Go buy me a coat.

Zhao Lei replied instantly: Got it.

Putting away his mobile phone, Zhang Xuan, who was slightly dry-mouthed, held a teacup and wandered around the living room.

Seeing his cousin holding a bowl of mutton as soon as he came in, Yuan Mei asked in a low voice: "Are you giving it to him?"

Wen Hui hummed.

Yuan Mei asked tentatively: "He came here without breakfast?"

Wen Hui answered ambiguously: "I don't know, he just said he was a little hungry."

Yuan Mei observed her cousin carefully for a while and immediately guessed the whole story: "Did you keep avoiding him and make him anxious? So you came here hungry?"

Wen Hui didn't reply and concentrated on picking the lean mutton from the hot pot.

Seeing this, Yuan Mei asked: "He doesn't eat fat?"

Wen Hui shook his head, "No, he doesn't eat the skin."

Yuan Mei was speechless: "If you don't eat the skin of mutton, the taste will be half as bad. How can he not eat it?"

Wen Hui smiled lightly: "Go ahead and tell him, he won't even eat the skin when he eats meat."

Yuan Mei was speechless. She really wanted to ask, how do you know so clearly?

After choosing half a bowl of lean meat, ladling some soup into the bowl, and using a pair of chopsticks, Wen Hui carried the mutton to the living room.

This time Yuan Mei followed him to the living room out of politeness.

As soon as she left the kitchen, Yuan Mei froze on the spot, looking at Zhang Xuan intently, her cheeks bulging and bulging, her lips tightening and tightening, trying hard not to laugh, but in the end she laughed out loud. .

Zhang Xuan's eyelids twitched: "Ugly?"

Yuan Mei quickly waved her hands, walked around him and said, "Not to mention, you have a really good figure. An ordinary piece of clothing looks high-end on you."

Zhang Xuan cooed at Wen Hui: "Don't praise me, it's all her masterpiece."

Looking him over again, a smile appeared in Wen Hui's eyes, "You eat something first, and I'll cook."

Wen Hui left, Zhang Xuan picked up the chopsticks and started eating.

With such a great reputation, Yuan Mei was very curious about this great writer, tasted it secretly from beginning to end, and asked: "How does the mutton taste?"

Zhang Xuan chewed slowly, swallowed the mutton in his mouth, took a casual sip of the soup, and replied: "It's delicious."

Yuan Mei left in no hurry, and sat next to her and said, "Do you think the dishes cooked by Huihui are delicious?"

Zhang Xuan sincerely praised: "Her skills are good."

Yuan Mei put her left hand on her chin: "How long has it been since you last met?"

Zhang Xuan answered truthfully: "9 months."

Yuan Mei asked: "She has been avoiding you for the past nine months?"

Not knowing how to answer this question, Zhang Xuan picked up a piece of mutton and put it in his mouth.

Yuan Mei's eyes fell on his mouth, and after he finished eating, she asked, "Do you love Huihui?"

Zhang Xuan was stunned and looked up at her.

Yuan Mei said: "Don't look at me like this. I received an American education since I was a child. I have always been straightforward and sincere in everything I say and do in life."

Zhang Xuan asked, "What about business?"

Yuan Mei smiled: "Life is life, business is business, you still have to tell lies when doing business, and you still have to deceive when you need to do business. No one can get along with money."

Then she reminded: "You haven't answered my question yet."

Zhang Xuan said: "Do you think you still need to answer?"

Faced with such a fatal question, Yuan Mei thought he would change the topic, thought he would be vague, but she didn't expect him to admit it so directly. Even though she had confirmed her suspicion, she was still a little confused.

After he finished the last piece of mutton in the bowl, Yuan Mei asked a question that had been hidden in his heart for a long time:

"You and Huihui. Do you have any plans for the two of you?"

Zhang Xuan solemnly said: "As long as I don't back down, everything will be fine."

"you"

Hearing this, Yuan Mei didn't know what to say.

In her opinion, it is not a matter of retreating between the two. In the final analysis, how courageous can Zhang Xuan be? How determined can you be?

Yuan Mei believes that as long as Zhang Xuan is willing to let go of the past and focus on this relationship, with Huihui's temperament, he will definitely not care so much, and the two will definitely be able to be together for a long time.

However, with this thought, Yuan Mei overturned his own idea in the next second. Let's not talk about Du Shuangling. Let's not investigate what is Du Shuangling's charm?

But Mi Jian had seen her before, with that appearance and temperament, it was humility to say that she was one of a million, and I guess any man would be reluctant to let go of her once he got it.

One was Mi Jian and the other was Hui Hui. Yuan Mei looked at the man in front of her and thought about it in his shoes. If it were her, she wouldn't know what to choose?

But from a woman's perspective, analyzing it from a woman's mentality, she somewhat understood her cousin.

In this life, Huihui fell in love with a great talent like Zhang Xuan. In the future, no matter whether they were on a blind date or getting married, any man would automatically compare him to Zhang Xuan.

But the question is, how many men in this world can compare with him? How many can compare with him?

Even if the age limit is relaxed, few people can compare!

Therefore, taking Zhang Xuan as a reference, if you leave him, with Hui Hui's critical vision, you are destined to never find a blind date in this life, and it will be difficult to get married again.

Moreover, Yuan Mei knew that her cousin was a very nostalgic and affectionate person, and it would take a long process for her to accept a stranger as a friend, let alone a love and marriage partner.

When her thoughts came to this point, Yuan Mei sighed again. She found that she had sighed as much in the past two days as she had in the past 26 years combined.

ps: Please subscribe! Asking for a monthly ticket!

I went to the hospital this morning, and I rushed to write a chapter first, but you must say something bad, but I won’t read the comments. Anyway, you are criticizing me for being autistic, so I won’t write anymore...