Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

Zhang Xuan was excited by Tao Ge's words, so he calmed down and then asked, When will you come back?

Tao Ge said: The day after tomorrow.

Zhang Xuan asked again: Approximately how long will you stay?

Tao Ge pondered: This is not necessarily the case. It will definitely have to wait until you finish writing.

Zhang Xuanming said: Okay, I will arrange for someone to prepare accommodation for you.

Tao Ge said yes.

After ending the call, he called Li Mei and turned off his phone after leaving everything to her.

Time is running out now, so we must race against time to write.

I wrote from noon to night, writing in such a hazy state that I didn't even know I was hungry.

Dong dong dong

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door outside.

Um?

knocking?

The two actors won't arrive until the day after tomorrow, so why is there a knock on the door? Zhang Xuan's mind was now filled with storylines, and he couldn't react for a moment.

Dong dong dong

The knock on the door rang again, not loud but very rhythmic.

Zhang Xuan thought for a while, got up, picked up the steel pipe from behind the door and walked out. Anyway, his state was interrupted, so he simply went to take a look.

Who? Zhang Xuan asked.

It's me. A familiar voice.

With a squeak sound, Zhang Xuan opened the door and asked, When did you go back to school?

Wen Hui said calmly: I'll be here at noon.

Then she asked sheepishly: Did I bother you?

Zhang Xuan rolled his eyes, What do you think? You know why you still ask?

Wen Hui raised her eyelids slightly: I made food, do you want to eat some together?

Zhang Xuan pretended to be polite: I ate it.

oh.

Wen Hui said Oh, turned around and left, not forgetting to say lightly as she left: Today I made squirrel mandarin fish, Liangxi crispy eel, braised lion's head, and boiled dried shreds.

Zhang Xuan: .

Damn it, this is a naked temptation to yourself, who the hell can stand it.

Bang, the door closed, and he quickly followed.

Hearing the rapid footsteps behind her, Wen Hui walked up the stairs with a smile.

Open the door, close the door.

Wen Hui found sandals for him, put them at his feet and asked, Are you usually so nervous?

Zhang Xuan put on his shoes, Did you see it?

Um.

Zhang Xuan replied: Maybe I was too immersed in writing just now and my nerves were still tense, so I just took the steel pipe.

Wen Hui said with apologetic eyes: I didn't mean to do it, I just saw that you haven't eaten for a day, and I owe you a favor, so...

Zhang Xuan said sincerely: Thank you.

Wen Hui walked to the kitchen and said, Come and help me serve the food.

good.

Zhang Xuan followed, washed his hands first, and then took the braised lion head from her.

Why are there only 6 such appetizing dishes? My stomach started to growl when I saw the red braised lion head.

This, this was too disappointing, and the old man who felt shameless couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

Wen Hui obviously heard the sound and glanced at his stomach: It's just the two of us eating, and we only made 6.

Zhang Xuan had no time to speak now, so he couldn't help but pick one up with his right hand and stuff it into his mouth.

Seeing this, Wen Hui looked up at the ceiling, a faint smile appeared on her dignified face, and she endured it.

Then he asked: How does it taste?

Zhang Xuan had food in his mouth and responded vaguely: Yes, it's salty, soft, glutinous and delicious. It's my favorite taste.

Hearing this, Wen Hui said nothing and walked out with the squirrel and mandarin fish.

After the dishes were laid out and the rice was packed, she asked, How about some wine tonight?

With such a good dish on the table, Zhang Xuan nodded instinctively, but then shook his head: It won't happen today, uh... or recently. I have to rush to write.

Hearing this, Wen Hui took two cans of Coke out of the refrigerator and gave him one: New book?

Yeah. Zhang Xuan's mouth was very busy.

Or science fiction? Wen Hui watched him quietly as he ate his second braised lion's head.

It's science fiction, but it's also magic.

Wen Hui's eyes glowed faintly, and she asked with hope: Is it convenient for me to see?

Zhang Xuan finished the second braised lion's head in several gulps, then stretched out his chopsticks to pick up the third one: If you seduce me with a table of delicious food, I can't refuse.

After saying this, the old man regretted it and wished he could slap himself to death.

Wen Hui stared at him calmly for three seconds, then served him a bowl of soup: Don't just eat, drink some soup first.

The soup of Da Zhugansi was milky white and had a strong and fresh taste. Zhang Xuan drank a large bowl in one breath, put down the bowl and asked, When will Qingzhu come?

Wen Hui replied: We'll probably arrive at noon tomorrow. Then you can come up and have dinner with the two of us. I won't call you.

Zhang Xuan devoured the food and said, Don't call me, just leave some food for me. I'll come up and eat it when I'm hungry.

Wen Hui smiled and said, It's up to you.

The two of them chatted freely while eating.

Zhang Xuan shared some things with her in the UK, and Wen Hui also exchanged what he saw and heard in the United States.

Halfway through, Zhang Xuan asked a question that he had wanted to ask for a long time: What is your current piano level?

Facing his longing gaze, Wen Hui thought for a moment and said an event:

In 1992, I won second place in the Third International Liszt Piano Competition in the Netherlands.

Hearing this, Zhang Xuan's mouth dropped instantly, and he stared at her, extremely surprised.

That's when he finally understood.

Why does Wen Hui always practice Liszt and Schubert's piano repertoire? Why do most of them perform Liszt's repertoire in school performances?

So that’s what happened.

Zhang Xuan pretended to ask: This international competition is very valuable, there should be bonuses, right?

Wen Hui replied: Yes.

Zhang Xuan asked: How much?

Wen Hui said: The second place is worth 12,500 pounds.

12,500 pounds, which is exactly 150,000 yuan when converted into RMB.

150,000 in 1992. The old man looked sad when he heard this.

If I hadn't been reborn, I would have been a sophomore in high school in 1992, and my food would have mainly been vegetables and sauerkraut.

In winter, there are only three sets of unpatched changes of clothes, which are relatively old and shabby.

As for food, Du Shuangling used various excuses to provide him with food most of the time.

Of course, Lilith, Mi Jian and Chen Risheng were all free of charge.

But this girl in front of me. In 1992, at such a young age, he earned 150,000 yuan from competitions. Damn it, there is really no comparison between people.

Thoughts were passing through his mind, and he asked again: I happened to have heard about this international competition. They said that the winners of the Liszt Piano Competition will be arranged by the organizer to participate in a series of global concerts held in the Netherlands and around the world. Didn't you join?

Wen Hui lowered her head to eat the food: I refused.

ah?

Zhang Xuan completely lost his ability: Such a good performance opportunity is a platform for many piano players to pursue their dreams. Why did you refuse?

Wen Hui smiled brightly and said, There are two reasons. One reason is that I didn't win first place and I didn't want to participate.

The second is that my grandfather was afraid that I would follow my aunt's footsteps and would not allow me to give up my studies.

Zhang Xuan seemed to be listening to a fantasy and couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

Zhang Xuan asked tentatively: I see that you practice piano every day, will you still participate in it in the future?

Wen Hui said: Participate.

Zhang Xuan was startled: I heard that the Liszt International Piano Competition is held every three years. If that's the case, why didn't you sign up for it this year?

Wen Hui looked up at him: This competition is not available this year. The organizer has postponed the competition for some reasons and it will be held next year.

Regarding the piano, Zhang Xuan asked the last question: Besides the Liszt International Piano Competition, have you participated in other competitions?

Wen Hui said hmm dignifiedly.

Have you won any awards?

have.

Zhang Xuan picked up the Coke and touched one with her: Instead of wine, I wish you a successful start next year and a fruitful return.

Wen Hui raised a glass: Thank you.

Their eyes met, the two smiled at each other in tacit understanding, and drank half a bottle of Coke in one go.

While drinking drinks, eating food, and chatting, Zhang Xuan originally wanted to ask about the piano music of Exodus, but gave up in the end.

Clearly, now is not the time.

After eating, the two came to the study room on the second floor.

Zhang Xuan put aside the first few hundred thousand words of the first volume of A Song of Ice and Fire. Then he spread out his pen and ink, lowered his head and went to work on his own.

Wen Hui took the manuscript and looked at the Song of Ice and Fire on the title page calmly for a while, then began to turn the pages and read with great interest.

Just like that, Zhang Xuan was writing on the white paper with a pen in his hand, and Wen Hui was reading leisurely. Both of them were immersed in their own worlds, neither disturbing the other.

Three hours later, Wen Hui, whose eyes were a little tired, was the first to make a move. She raised her head slightly and looked at the man who was writing intentionally or unintentionally.

It is said that focused people are the most attractive.

What's more, Zhang Xuan has all kinds of auras of success. Wen Hui watched quietly, and many fragments suddenly flashed in his mind.

There is a scene where the two met for the first time. She was lying on the sofa with a cold and a fever. He suddenly broke in and his eyes secretly wreaked havoc on her.

There were embarrassing times when I got up in the middle of the night to look for something to eat and met him by chance.

There is a scene of eating at the same table with him.

There was a scene where he praised the delicious food he cooked, and there was also a scene where he said he wanted to sleep with him in front of Xiao Shiyi.

But what impressed Wen Hui most deeply were two things.

One thing was that he taught him how to practice singing at the school anniversary party. During those more than ten days of solitude, he got to know a special Zhang Xuan.

Another thing is to work with him on the same stage. Especially the embarrassing scene when he hooked her clothes backstage, she still can't forget it to this day.

When these past events were played in her mind like a slideshow, Wen Hui thought of Du Shuangling's guard against herself.

Her thoughts stopped abruptly at this moment. Wen Hui gathered her thoughts, looked away, and continued to read with her head down.

Unlike The Wind-Up Girl which was obscure and difficult to understand when she first read it, she had been influenced by Zhang Xuan's peculiar thinking and was deeply fascinated by A Song of Ice and Fire as soon as she touched it.

Happy time is always so easy to pass, and the time came to 3 o'clock in the morning unknowingly.

At this time, Zhang Xuan's hands were a little sore and his mouth was a little thirsty.

When he put down his pen and stood up, he couldn't help but laugh. This girl is okay. She fell asleep again.

This is already the second time, right?

It was summer now, so the old man didn't plan to wake her up. He walked over to turn up the air conditioner temperature slightly and went to the kitchen to find something to eat. He was hungry.

Just when passing by Wenhui, Zhang Xuan couldn't help but glance at her. It would have been better not to look at her. When he looked at her, a picture of white and rosy skin suddenly appeared in his mind.

These are the images I have always dreamed of.

Pure and simple, the whole person looks very comfortable, and the temperament is becoming more and more condensed. I can't help but sigh in my heart, who will be cheaper in the future?

After staring at it in rapt attention for a while, just as Zhang Xuan's eyes slowly moved to the full part, Wen Hui suddenly opened her eyes.

Looking at each other, Zhang Xuan's scalp was numb after being caught. Wen Hui stared blankly at him close at hand, not knowing what to say for a moment?

The two looked at each other quietly, their eyes collided, and they fell into silence.

After a long time, Zhang Xuan said calmly: I'm hungry, I wanted to wake you up just now, but...

Yeah. Wen Hui responded.

Zhang Xuan stood up straight, There are still leftovers upstairs, let's order some noodles.

Yeah. Wen Hui responded again.

Hearing this, Zhang Xuan walked out and quietly closed the door.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Wen Hui lowered her head and looked at her chest. Recalling the look in his eyes just now, an indelible emotion arose in her heart.

After being stunned for half a minute, Wen Hui stood up, sorted out the manuscripts, placed them neatly on the desk, and left the room.

After changing their shoes and closing the door, the two of them went up to the third floor one after another.

It took 5 minutes to boil the water, 4 minutes to make the noodles, and 4 minutes to eat the noodles. The old man took out a paper towel and wiped his mouth, and said the first sentence: I was just thinking, should I come up for lunch?

Wen Hui took a small sip of the noodles and answered after a while: You shouldn't.

ah?

Zhang Xuan said dejectedly: Okay, I'll go to bed at noon and come back with dinner.

As he was talking, he thought of something and asked, Since you like playing the piano so much, why do you still cook? Don't you find it contradictory?

Wen Hui said: It's not contradictory, just like a woman who loves beauty but also wants to have children.

Well, that makes sense. Remember to call me for lunch at noon.

Don't shout.

You're still so unfriendly, then I'll come up myself.

Zhang Xuan left.

Wen Hui glanced at the empty bowl across the table and continued eating.

After eating and drinking, I returned to the study and continued writing. It wasn't until after 11 o'clock that I couldn't stand it anymore, then I ran to the bedroom and threw myself on the bed. Everything was fine.

Zou Qingzhu came, and Zhang Xuan tasted the spicy and delicious taste that he had not seen for a long time.

During dinner, Zou Qingzhu asked him eloquently: How does it feel to be pursued by Rowling, a world-class writer?

Zhang Xuan replied calmly: I don't feel it.

Zou Qingzhu looked unbelieving: That's Luo Lin, a billionaire.

Zhang Xuan stretched, Although she is a billionaire, among my many suitors, she is the worst-looking. Hey, she is really going to die.

Zou Qingzhu covered her mouth and smiled: How can you say that to others? I don't think they are ugly.

Zhang Xuan said: It's really not ugly, but now I'm used to sea cucumber and bird's nest, and they asked me to go back to eat sweet potato rice. I can't get used to it.

Afraid that this girl would never be finished, Zhang Xuan decided to take the initiative: Have you held hands with your boyfriend?

Zou Qingzhu nodded shyly.

Zhang Xuan further asked: What does it feel like to kiss?

Zou Qingzhu was even more ashamed and stopped talking immediately.

Oh yo, good, the world is finally at peace.

After Zhang Xuan finished eating and left, Zou Qingzhu said to Wen Hui, Hui Hui, I really envy Shuang Ling to have such a boyfriend.

Wen Hui asked: What's the reason?

Zou Qingzhu said: I can't see any shortcomings.

Wen Hui paused and said with a smile: Everyone has shortcomings. Maybe you didn't realize it.

Zou Qingzhu put his chin on the table: I really don't find any shortcomings in him. He is clean, talented, good-looking, and diligent and motivated.

Wen Hui leaned on the sofa and joked: Don't let the two actors hear what you said, as it may be misunderstood.

Zou Qingzhu sat down next to each other: No, the two actors are very generous.

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(4,300 words first. There will be another 4,000 words soon, and they are still being revised.)