Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

Look directly at Zhang Xuan in silence for 30 seconds!

At this moment, Ai Qing felt angry in her heart.

But she was worried about the wrong occasion and worried about her daughter's face in front of outsiders.

At the end of the day, Ai Qing took a deep breath secretly and ignored her daughter's question.

Instead, he asked Zhang Xuan coldly: Are you not up yet?

Yeah. Now that he couldn't even tell a lie, the old man could only say Yeah in embarrassment.

Ai Qing stared at his bloodshot eyes for a few seconds and asked, Did you stay up late last night to create?

Zhang Xuan met the other person's gaze and smiled sheepishly, It's quiet at night, and I usually have better inspiration. I accidentally write and forget about it.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and Ruan Xiuqin, who was washing his hands roughly, followed in uneasily.

Hearing the noise, Ai Qing glanced sideways at this enemy as if he were looking at nothing, then turned back and continued to ask Zhang Xuan: Are you writing about rumors?

The news has been written in Zhiyin and Youth Digest. Zhang Xuan replied.

Ai Qing asked: How many words does Feng Sheng have now?

Zhang Xuan said: About 160,000 words.

Ai Qing nodded vaguely. After a few seconds of pause, he moved his daughter aside and sat down on the bench in front of the desk.

Just asked: Where is the follow-up?

Come on, you are really not polite to ask!

The last time I saw it, at least it was in a soliciting tone.

It's good now, people use a tone that's natural.

But thinking about the good thing I did just now, I remembered that my woman was still secretly combing her hair with her fingers.

It seems, it seems, that Comrade Ai Qing's attitude is not too extreme, and is somewhat acceptable.

Under the other party's eager gaze, Zhang Xuan didn't have much choice and couldn't tolerate rejection.

He took out a long copper key from under the pillow and handed it over. He pointed at the big drawer in the middle of the desk and said:

They're all here. The eight books on the far right of the drawer are the latest editions.

Hearing this, Ai Qing took the long copper key, inserted it sideways into the copper lock, turned it, and when he heard a clicking sound, took out the copper lock.

Opening the drawer, she looked calm on the outside, but she was still shocked inside.

Looking around, the huge drawer is full of notebooks.

Each book is marked with Arabic numerals and eye-catching labels.

First edition, second edition, third edition...

There are eight notebooks in each pile, and there are nine neat piles.

Ai Qing was calm and calm, his eyes slowly browsing from the first pile to the ninth pile.

My heart is still a little shocked.

After a pause, he reached out and took out the eight notebooks on the far right.

Putting eight notebooks on the table and closing the drawer, Ai Qing ignored the three people next to him. I found the second book, flipped to the place I didn't finish last time, and started reading on my own.

Ruan Xiuqin looked at this scene, and the worry on his face turned into a smile, and then turned into a little pride. The corners of his mouth curled up, and then he walked away quietly and continued to deal with the big cock.

Zhang Xuan, who was sitting on the bedside, was also very speechless. This co-author made such a big statement, just to read his masterpiece.

If you want to read, just tell yourself openly and honestly, I am not an outsider, I am your future son-in-law, why should I be so arrogant?

Why come out to scare people?

It’s not like I won’t give it, right?

Seeing her mother reading her sweetheart's novel so engrossed, Du Shuangling, who was originally a little nervous, was filled with joy.

He took a step closer and asked Zhang Xuan softly: When did you start writing the new book? Why didn't you tell me?

Zhang Xuan explained to her while getting dressed neatly, My novel hasn't received any response from the publisher yet, so I won't tell you about it yet.

Du Shuangling raised her head slightly and stared at him with bright eyes: Has it been posted?

Well, it was posted in mid-July, so it's almost 20 days ago.

Zhang Xuan said this, but he was worried in his heart. It has been 20 days since he sent it, why is there no response at all?

Is it because people's literature has not taken a fancy to it?

But, this is impossible? Such a good novel!

If you tell me that there is no fire, you can still accept it.

But if he was rejected like this, he would find it outrageous!

Seeing that his expression was not right, Du Shuangling, who guessed it, gently shook his right hand, then let go and said, I believe you.

Zhang Xuan smiled and blinked, and then he pushed his woman out with his mouth turned towards Ai Qing who was reading a book next to him.

When Zhang Xuan and Du Shuangling walked to the door, Ai Qing glanced sideways at their backs, then lowered her head to read again.

…

Outside the shed.

Ruan Xiuqin has already processed the chicken and is chopping it into pieces.

This rooster is the biggest attraction of Lao Zhang's family. On weekdays, he chases five or six hens. It weighs eight or nine kilograms by visual inspection, which makes many old hens overwhelmed.

Ouyang Yong, his mother, his son and his aunt had just returned from picking three baskets of wild mushrooms from the mountains in the rain.

There are gallinobacteria, fir tree fungi, porcini mushrooms, green-headed fungi, all piled on the ground. There are all kinds of them.

Zhang Ping loves to eat mushrooms most. At this moment, my stomach is full, and I am happily cleaning the soil and rotten leaves on the mushrooms.

Du Shuangling was very discerning. When he saw the piles of wild fungi, he smiled and rushed over to help.

After staying up all night, Zhang Xuan, who was in a mess, didn't have much thought at the moment and just wanted to take a shower. He picked up a bone from the chopping board and threw it to the dog who was looking at him eagerly, then carried a red bucket to the back of the shed.

Humming a little tune, I applied soap and flushed out ten buckets of well water before it was clean. I washed and dried my clothes, which took about twenty minutes in total.

After taking a shower, Zhang Xuan walked over to Du Shuangling who was lighting the firewood and said, I'll do it. You sit next to me. There's too much firewood.

Du Shuangling said with a smile: It doesn't matter, I sometimes help grandma light the fire at home.

Zhang Xuan squeezed her away, grabbed the iron tongs and said, Today is different. Your mother is here. If you don't do it right, the Shang Fang sword in her hand will be chopped off.

When Du Shuangling heard this, she just blushed and pursed her lips. Her intuition told her that her own mother should have noticed the difference between her and him before.

And she knew it. After I got my college entrance examination score today, I couldn't suppress my excitement and came to the village to announce the good news. Comrade Ai Qing followed shortly after, and he must have been worried about that.

But now it is: my mother’s worries have become a fact, and I have seen it with my own eyes.

Therefore, it is absolutely correct to say that there is a sword of Shangfang hanging above his head.

ps: Please read it!

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I didn't feel well last night, so I came to the hospital for a review this morning. I originally stayed up late last night and wrote the manuscript, but I didn't check it out, so I didn't post it in time. It made everyone wait for a long time. It's my fault.