Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

Kung fu noodles?

Zhang Xuan was a little stunned. He had heard of Kung Fu tea, but this was the first time he heard of Kung Fu noodles.

After a while, the full set of kung fu noodles was on the table.

Wen Hui took a bite of noodles and a few slices of green vegetables, simmered them for a while, took them out into a small bowl, poured them with marinade, served them with side dishes and handed them to him.

Said: This is how you eat it, try it.

Zhang Xuan took the whole thing into his mouth and said before he could finish it: Okay! It's delicious!

It's not that he was perfunctory or flattering. When I tasted it for the first time, the experience was great, and the taste buds on the tip of my teeth retained all the previous feelings.

The noodles are good, but he understands better that the brine and side dishes are the essence of Kung Fu noodles.

Looking at his greedy eating appearance, Wen Hui felt filled with tranquility.

Zhang Xuan himself took a bite of noodles and said, You can eat too.

At this time, Mr. Wen just looked at the two of them quietly without making a sound.

After a meal of kungfu noodles, the four of them didn't say much. They ate pot after pot, and didn't stop to rest until they were tired.

During the break, Mr. Wen suddenly asked him: I see that other writers shut themselves in a room and write alone during the creative period. If you run around all day long to engage in other undertakings, will your creation not be affected?

When he first heard this question, the old man was a little confused and confused. After all, in his habitual thinking, a person with Mr. Wen's background and background was considered an expert.

Even if you are an expert, the questions you ask may not be so condescending, but they cannot be so simple and mediocre.

But after he chewed it twice, he slowly came back to his senses.

How is this asking him about writing?

It was clear that he was using writing to poke a hole in his heart. The focus was not on writing, but on running around and other careers.

Who is running around?

Impetuous people, people who have no fixed abode, and people who are carefree are wandering around and love to run around.

What are other businesses?

Considering the purpose of why the other party called me here today, it is self-evident that he is referring to a woman.

Other careers refer to women. This means that he has many women and that he is a playboy.

To go deeper, isn't it obvious that he has so many women, so he shouldn't mess with his granddaughter?

Or the other way around, other women are metaphors for other careers, Wen Hui is for writing, and Mr. Wen is testing him: Can he abandon other careers for this writing?

Thinking of this, the old man almost vomited blood. He just started eating this delicious Kung Fu noodles, and you couldn't bear it for a second?

Are you just rushing to meet someone like this?

It’s really a damn Hongmen Banquet!

Facing the gazes of Wen Hui, Mr. Wen and Yuan Mei, Zhang Xuan replied with a turbulent heart but a calm surface:

Individuals and countries are the same to a certain extent. Each country formulates different national policies based on different national conditions. Everyone also has their own specific methods. It is a waste of time to travel here and there, but you can also see different cultural customs along the way. , I learned a lot, which is quite beneficial to my creation.”

Zhang Xuan's answer was watertight, and his attitude was very clear: You are a big boss, and I use the country as a metaphor for you; I am a lower-level person, and I cannot compare to you, but I insist on being myself.

Mr. Wen understood what he meant almost instantly and asked again: The country formulates national policies based on national conditions. Have you done any research?

Hearing this, Zhang Xuan really wanted to slap himself to death, but secretly thought that this old man was wrong! Grandma is such a badass, how can she be so clever?

What is Lao Shizi’s national conditions and policies that I focus on? The focus is obviously on learning different humanities and customs to create!

Talking about national conditions and policies in front of a person like you isn't asking for death?

Aren't you digging a hole to bury yourself?

Everyone thought that the answer was comprehensive, but they didn't expect that the other party didn't play according to the rules, and they felt tired.

But now that the matter has come to this, for the sake of my own face and for the sake of Wenhui, I have no choice but to bite the bullet and go on. But he would not be stupid enough to really talk about national conditions and policies, that would be to be a clown.

So he changed the concept slightly: The so-called national conditions and national policies are actually just conceptual divisions of cultural attributes.

Now it was Mr. Wen's turn to be stunned, The conceptual division of cultural attributes? This is a new word, please tell me.

Hearing the conversation between the two, Yuan Mei couldn't help but look at Wen Hui and asked with his eyes: What's going on? I have known for a long time that my grandpa is not reliable. Why is it that your men are also unreliable? How can I cover for you if this continues? I can't even talk about this topic, so how can I praise it?

At this moment, Wen Hui was a little unable to keep up with the two people's thinking. She pouted her clever little mouth and half stood up to pour a cup of tea with the three of them.

Seeing that his cousin was indifferent, Yuan Mei sighed secretly, thinking that the emperor was really not in a hurry and the eunuch was in a hurry.

Not paying attention to the micro-expressions of the two women next to him, the old man who couldn't show his timidity could only start talking about the tiger's skin based on what he saw and learned in later generations:

There are three levels of society: technology, system and culture. From a person to a nation or a country, any destiny is ultimately the product of that cultural attribute.

A strong culture creates the strong, and a weak culture creates the weak. This is the current situation and the law, and it does not depend on human will.

Mr. Wen thought about Xiao Xu and asked: What is strong culture and what is weak culture?

Zhang Xuan said: A strong culture is a culture that follows the laws of things; a weak culture is a culture that relies on the moral expectations of the strong to obtain exceptions, and it is also a culture that expects a savior.

Strong culture is called the secret book in martial arts, while weak culture has become a popular variety because it is easy to learn, understand, use and depend on.

Hearing this, Mr. Wen retorted: It's really different for a scholar to curse and refute, but for an immortal person to see blood with a sword. It's really hard to escape the pungent and mean skin of a scholar.

Zhang Xuan acquiesced and just looked at the other party.

He had no choice but to do it and was forced. Since Tong Wenhui had come to this point, he would naturally not let go.

I do not care who you are? No matter how high up the opponent is? He usually just pretends to be stupid, but at critical moments he has to face difficulties and move forward bravely.

In his view, many things depend on striving for success, and everything depends on human effort. If there is a chance, you must fight for it.

The old man and the young man looked at each other across the table for a long time. Mr. Wen asked again: You said it very thoroughly, but so what if you know it? How to use it?

Zhang Xuan said: Use nothing, use nothing.

Mr. Wen asked: If you have no use, you can live a clear life; but what if you have no use? Give me an example.

Zhang Xuan pondered for a while and said: Take the spiritual field where I am, for example, the cultural industry. Literature, film and television are arts that pull at the soul. If the creation of literature, film and television can crack the cultural code of a higher thinking space, then Its effect is to enlighten people's consciousness and shock people's souls. This is what all living beings need, which is merit, market, fame and fortune.

The huge profits from this kind of spiritual salvation are completely equivalent to the huge profits from other despicable means, and they don’t require so many tricks, and there are no psychological costs and legal risks.

Mr. Wen nodded and smiled, remained silent for a while, picked up the teacup in front of him, drank it all in one gulp, put down the cup, and said, Listen to Huihui, do you have two dogs at home?

Zhang Xuan felt relieved when the other party suddenly mentioned dogs. It seemed that he had managed to get through the test. He replied: My mother loves dogs and feeds one black one and one yellow one. It's a pity that the loyal old Huang The dog is older and has done its job.”

At this point, both the old and the young knew it well.

Zhang Xuan understood that not only did he get through the test, but he also gained the other party's approval and respect, so it was a subtle showdown that the yellow dog's accident was his fault.

Of course, this respect is different from ordinary respect, it can be regarded as a kind of equal importance.

Although Zhang Xuan missed the old yellow dog more, his butt determined his head. He couldn't really abandon Wenhui for the yellow dog, so he pretended not to understand and pretended to be confused.

Oops, he has to pretend to be confused again. This is his habitual way, and it is also a state of mind.

The tense moment passed, and then the four of them returned to normal mode, chatting happily for more than half an hour.

Suddenly, Mr. Wen's throat tightened, he paused, and swallowed the lump in his throat. He endured the severe pain in his abdomen with difficulty, and finally found a suitable opportunity to say to Wen Hui and Yuan Mei: It's time. Grandpa is a little tired and needs to take a nap.

Wen Hui looked at the time and saw it was around 1:30 in the afternoon. This was Grandpa's usual nap time. No doubt about it, she immediately helped the old man into the bedroom with Yuan Mei.

A few minutes later, the two women came out.

Wen Hui said to him: Let's go home.

Zhang Xuan nodded without saying anything and turned around.

After leaving the villa and returning to the car, Yuan Mei suddenly asked the two of them: What is grandpa's attitude today? Have you passed? Or not?

Wen Hui glanced at Zhang Xuan and said tactfully: Grandpa didn't keep me.

Yuan Mei suddenly realized: I didn't keep you, but let you go with this great writer of ours, so is this a pass?

Wen Hui said: It can be considered as passing, but it can also be regarded as not being passed.

Yuan Mei asked: Ah? Why do you say that?

Wen Hui shook his head: Grandpa will explain the specific matters later.

Yuan Mei listened thoughtfully, Does this mean that grandpa will talk to you alone? Talk openly and openly?

Wen Hui didn't answer.

Seeing this, Yuan Mei changed the target: Great writer, you have been fighting with my grandfather for a whole afternoon. I didn't understand. What are your chances of winning?

Zhang Xuan reached out and grabbed Wen Hui's little hand, using his magic stick properties: This is a secret that cannot be explained.

Seeing his appearance, Yuan Mei suddenly felt confident, and then asked worriedly: Even if grandpa has passed this test, what about my uncle and aunt? Have you ever thought about it?

Hearing this, Zhang Xuan and Wen Hui looked at each other silently, turned their heads at the same time, and looked out the car window.

Yuan Mei was so angry that she wanted to curse.

…

The car moved forward and when it passed Yintai Mall, Yuan Mei got out of the car early because of something else.

Watching her cousin leave, Wen Hui asked, When will you return to Yangcheng?

Zhang Xuan calculated the day: Tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow.

Unexpectedly, Wen Hui said: It's still early, you can leave today.

Huh? Zhang Xuan looked confused.

Wen Hui opened her mouth, opened her mouth, and finally said: There are only three days until the National Day, I have to go home.

After she finished speaking, she added: My aunt will come back from the United States tonight, and I definitely can't accompany you.

The old man understood. The second half of her sentence was a supplement, which was redundant. The original intention was that she wanted to go back and spend more time with the two actors.

After all, the National Day was coming soon, and she wasn't sure whether she could still live in peace with the two actors after the National Day.

Therefore, she chose to return the jade intact to Zhao in order to reduce her sense of guilt.

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(The further you get to the back, the harder it becomes to write. Sometimes half a day passes just by sitting there, which really kills me.)