Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

The two of them had been intimate in the past when they were deeply in love, but it was not as passionate as it is today, let alone an inseparable kiss as soon as they met.

Well, although Wen Hui was forced to do so, she was content with it after slowly getting into the mood.

After a long time, the lips parted.

Zhang Xuan lowered his head and asked, You looked at the study door just now, did you know I was coming?

Wen Hui took several breaths and waited until her heartbeat returned to normal before saying, I heard your footsteps.

Zhang Xuan said very eloquently: I know, I live in your soul.

Wen Hui originally wanted to say, I can distinguish the footsteps of familiar people, but seeing how happy he looked, she gave up her thoughts.

She raised her head and asked, Why did this time come so suddenly?

National Day is coming soon. This period is a good day for other people and is normal. But for a few people who have a delicate relationship, it is very sensitive.

Faced with her question, Zhang Xuan had no intention of hiding it, and tactfully explained his purpose of visit: Aren't you going to Berlin? I came here specifically to see you.

Wen Hui frowned, and she was so smart that she immediately understood what the man in front of her meant.

Her eyes were staring at him blankly, and her whole face was filled with an emotion, as if to say: Two people teamed up to bully me, and you still help them?

The two have been together for so many years and have already developed a tacit understanding. At this moment, they naturally received her strange signal. The old man felt a headache, but he still looked at her, as if to answer: I understand Shuangling and Mi Jian, Due to my existence, the methods they can use are limited.

Wen Hui didn't compromise and still stared at him.

After looking at each other for about ten seconds, Zhang Xuan sighed softly, stretched out his hands to hug her again, and said sincerely: You are different from them.

Different, what is different?

Naturally, family backgrounds are different, the methods that can be used are different, and the degree of harm that can be done is also different.

Hearing these euphemistic but straightforward words, full of helplessness and sadness, Wen Hui and him looked at each other for a long time, and finally looked away.

After a few minutes of tenderness with complicated emotions, Lin Wenhui put her right hand on his left chest and left his embrace. Then she bent down to pick up the rag on the ground and prepared to continue wiping the cobwebs on the top of the bookcase.

Seeing her about to climb the ladder, Zhang Xuan stopped her and said, I'll do it.

Wen Hui glanced at him and said nothing.

Zhang Xuan said quickly: I have been hugging you for so long, and there is dust all over my body. Since it is dirty anyway, I still do it.

After saying that, he reached for the rag in the woman's hand.

However, Wen Hui didn't let him go. He held the ladder with his right hand and climbed up on his own.

Come on, this is a silent protest. This is how people express their dissatisfaction.

The old man put his face in his right hand and didn't want to say anything more. He was afraid that she would fall down, so he quickly grabbed the stairs with both hands and looked up at her cleaning.

For the next half hour, the two of them were cleaning.

After finishing the study and the bedroom, after finishing the bedroom and mopping the floor, first wet mopping, then dry mopping, Wen Hui has been busy, ignoring a certain man who is as enthusiastic as a dog, not talking to him, not looking at him seriously, the whole time Ignore him.

Damn it! The hot face was pressed against the cold butt, several times.

Zhang Xuan sat on the sofa as if he were mourning his concubine, crossed his legs and said grimly: Wen Hui, let me tell you, I traveled thousands of miles to see you at night, because I want you to be nice to me, not to make you cold and violent. of.

A girl is a good girl who doesn't learn anything, and a bad girl is self-taught. If you abuse your man like this, God will think it's unfair.

You are a pianist, a talented woman rarely seen in a century, and a national goddess.

But you're not a bad man either. You look better than Pan An, and you're as talented as ever. I don't even take a look at the many women out there who are flocking to me. Why don't you rush to fawn over me? You're thirstier than I am now. Give it to me. Pour me a cup of tea or something.”

Wen Hui kept her head down and mopped the floor until she had dried the last wooden board at the door, then she straightened up and walked to the master bedroom.

After waiting for a while, no footsteps were heard, so Zhang Xuan followed in.

I'll sleep in this room tonight.

Wen Hui said her first words when she opened the closet and picked out a change of clothes for bathing.

The tone was cold, neither happy nor sad, and the dogs would retreat after hearing this.

Zhang Xuan looked at the clean and comfortable master bedroom and said shamelessly: Your idea is very creative. I can't find any reason to refute it, so I, I'll just go with it.

Hearing this, Wen Hui stopped looking for clothes and turned sideways to look at him quietly.

Zhang Xuan spread his hands: Don't look at me like that. Practice has proven that the bed in this room is big enough for the two of us. Even if we roll around on it for two nights, it will be fine.

Having said that, after he finished speaking, he took two steps back, closed the master bedroom door, and then leaned against the door, blocking the escape route.

Seeing him saying the harshest words and doing the meanest moves, Wen Hui, knowing that he would not let her go, simply withdrew her gaze and continued to rummage through her clothes.

Half a minute later, she carried her clothes into the master bedroom shower room.

After a while, the sound of rushing water came from inside.

Zhang Xuan turned his head and looked at the bathroom door handle for a while, and finally couldn't help but reach out and try it, and found that it could be turned open.

It can be unscrewed! ! !

Holding the door handle, the old man suddenly couldn't help but have a crazy idea in his mind, go in! Get in!

Once inside, you can taste a different world, not only undulating hills, but also grasslands and mossy wetlands.

But in the next moment, he resisted the temptation. Wenhui was not Lilith. Among the women around him, only Lilith didn't care about these things. The others were more reserved and cared more about the relationship between the two of them.

Wen Hui and Mi Jian are typical representatives of reserve.

Besides, the two of them haven't really gotten along yet, and there's still a layer of veil between them, so they can't do obscene things.

But then he turns around and you think: Wen Hui didn't lock the door, was that intentional? Seducing him?

Or do you believe him?

When he tried to open the door, he was hesitating in and out of the door. There was silence in the bathroom. It was not until there was no movement outside that the sound of water resumed.

After taking a shower, Zhang Xuan turned sideways and looked at the figure who was still arranging clothes in the bedroom. To be honest, he never expected that Wen Hui would show up here at night and even clean up the house himself.

But what surprised him the most was what Wen Hui said, I'll sleep in this room tonight. She didn't regard herself as an outsider at all.

Although this sentence somewhat meant to drive him to live next door for a second time, it also gave him a subtle reassurance.

What kind of reassurance should you take?

What is the purpose of Zhang Xuan's trip to Shanghai and what is his reassurance?

After busying for a while, the dirty clothes were finally washed and hung. Wen Hui hesitated for a long time under his gaze, but finally closed the master bedroom door, lifted the quilt and fell asleep.

Sharing a bed!

Even though this was not the first time for the two of them, even though this happened before during the winter vacation two years ago, the mood was completely different between then and now.

After two months apart, they slept together again in such a sudden way. Wenhui seemed a little strange and polite at first, but when the old man took the initiative to hold her and wrapped her with infinitely gentle eyes, her whole body slowly began to change. The ground softened.

Listening to his heartbeat closely, Wen Hui asked in the gloomy night: Do you have any plans for the next few days?

Zhang Xuan replied: No, I came here specially for you.

Wen Hui was quiet and said, My grandfather wants to see you.

Zhang Xuan hummed: I know, you told me.

He asked him closely: Do I need to make any preparations?

Wen Hui shook her head: No need.

As if she guessed his little thoughts, Wen Hui raised her head slightly in her arms: You seem to be afraid of my grandpa?

Afraid? More than just afraid?

At this point, the old man sighed and told him all the dreams he had had, such as digging the ground to bury him alive, and ordering a coffin for him.

Wen Hui smiled knowingly and asked later: When did you have these dreams?

Zhang Xuan said without thinking: I did it several times. The first time I dreamed about your grandpa was when I was a sophomore in college. I can't remember the specific day, but it must have been that time.

Wen Hui looked strange and looked at him for a while before speaking: You have your idea of ​​me so early?

Zhang Xuan is a little confused, look at this question, I don’t want to change your mind, what did I dream about your grandfather?

I don’t have delusional persecution.

As for the matter, it was just like this, but he couldn't admit it.

So he defended himself: What do you mean so early? What you said is wrong. To be honest with you, if your grandfather hadn't often bullied me in my dreams and hinted at me, I wouldn't have thought that way. We would be here now. For this step, your grandfather is indispensable.

Seeing him telling lies seriously, Wen Huiqiao smiled and did not expose it.

Zhang Xuan asked: Then when did you think I started to notice you?

Wen Hui joked: It's our first time meeting.

ah?

Zhang Xuan said: Freshman? That's ridiculous. You've gone too far. I'm also a great writer after all, so I'm quite polite when facing a woman like you.

Wen Hui asked: What kind of woman am I?

Zhang Xuan buried his head in her neck and said, You are beautiful and talented, but I like your fragile and natural temperament the most.

Wen Hui stretched out her hand and knocked the pig's head in front of her. After recalling it, she said with emotion: I thought I was wrong about the days when I taught you how to sing.

Zhang Xuan frowned: Wrong? Do you regret it?

Wen Hui asked solemnly: Can I still regret it?

Zhang Xuan's attitude was firm: No.

Unexpectedly, Wen Hui said: If I could turn back time, I would not choose to go to CUHK.

Zhang Xuan was stunned, looking a little confused and unhappy, and asked her: What if time goes back a little longer?

After a silent confrontation for a while, Wen Hui slowly closed her eyes.

She did not give a straightforward answer to this question, but instead asked: I see that auntie burns incense and worships Buddha and ancestors every first and fifteenth day of the lunar month. Do you think it is true that there is reincarnation in the world as said in Buddhism?

Zhang Xuan asked: My mother?

Wen Hui nodded: I asked my aunt, and she said yes, but how do you think we can believe that people really have reincarnation?

Reincarnation?

What is reincarnation?

As the name suggests, it is the next life, reincarnation, and afterlife.

Wen Hui did not answer his question directly, but answered his question in a roundabout way: Time cannot be turned back. Since there is no such thing, the past cannot be changed, then look forward to the next life.

This is a disguised form of telling him: no regrets.

Then when she said earlier that she could turn back time, she would not choose to go to CUHK. Does this conflict with her current no regrets?

Do not conflict.

This is where she is conflicted, but she feels very regretful.

This is why she asked about reincarnation.

What kind of person looks forward to reincarnation?

Of course, only those who are unsatisfactory and have shortcomings in this life look forward to reincarnation, looking forward to the next life, and looking forward to making up for this dissatisfaction and regret in the next life.

Thinking of this, he felt his head hurt.

It’s so fucking nerve-wracking!

Because this question is difficult to answer.

He knew that the woman in front of him was not only asking about reincarnation, but also indirectly posed a difficult problem to him.

The problem is: Wen Hui indirectly asked, if there was an afterlife, who would Zhang Xuan choose first among her, Shuang Ling and Mi Jian?

Zhang Xuan asked himself: If there really was an afterlife, among these three women, who would he choose?

After thinking about it, I found that there was no answer.

I found that this situation was more complicated than what I had faced in this life, and it was even more frustrating!

Zhang Xuan sighed secretly and understood at the same time: this problem was that she was deliberately making things difficult for him, retaliating for his purpose of coming to Shanghai and accusing him of favoring Shuang Ling and Mi Jian.

After a moment of silence, Zhang Xuan followed suit and did not give a direct answer. Instead, he asked: Do you think we can see the sun tomorrow now?

Wen Hui said: I can't see it.

Zhang Xuan then asked: Then do you believe there will be sun tomorrow?

Hearing this rhetorical question full of philosophy and wisdom, Wen Hui first pondered for a while, and then couldn't help but smile, I understand.

After laughing for a while, she opened her eyes and said, I finally figured out something.

Zhang Xuan turned over and asked her curiously: What's the point?

Wen Hui pushed him silently, but when she saw that he couldn't push him anymore, she retreated and said, Your entire weight is on me, pressing me down.

Zhang Xuan asked: Where is it pressed?

Wen Hui remained silent.

Zhang Xuan grabbed her left hand with his right hand and put it on his neck. Then he followed suit and put her left hand on the back of his neck. Hold my neck tight and I will listen to you.

At this moment, the two people's movements were too intimate and ambiguous. Wen Hui remained silent. Although her hands were wrapped around his neck, there was no movement. She neither tightened her grip further nor pulled away.

The old man moved his hands, hugged her waist, put his right knee on the bed to relieve her pressure, and asked again: What's the point?

This time Wen Hui spoke, Do you still remember the first time my aunt met you?

Zhang Xuan said: I remember, it seems that it was at the beginning of the second semester of my freshman year. Your parents brought you a piano that time. Your aunt and uncle also came together and rented my house.

Um.

Wen Hui responded and said, When I met you, my aunt asked me what my impression was of you.

Zhang Xuan asked: Is your aunt worried about you?

Wen Hui shook her head and nodded: I didn't pay much attention to it at the time, but thinking about it afterwards, I was still too old at that time.

Zhang Xuan asked: Then how did you answer?

Wen Hui said: I said two words: special.

Zhang Xuan thought about the word special and then asked: How did your aunt react?

Wen Hui told him: My aunt said to me very seriously at that time: When you think this person is special, don't have any thoughts about this person. Once you have that kind of thoughts, you will open the door to hell, except yourself. There is no second outcome to torture.”

Grandma is a bitch, and what she says is pretty cool.

But he still didn't understand: We only met once, why did your aunt say these things?

Did I have the word terrible written on my face? Or did you write the word invite hatred?

Wen Hui suppressed his mischievous hand in her clothes and said mercilessly: When I went up the stairs, my aunt was next to you and noticed that you looked at me a lot.

Zhang Xuan is numb. Do you have any?

Is it that obvious?

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