Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

Outside the window is the endless sunset, and the summer monsoon blows into the car from the southern sea, giving the whole person a cool feeling.

Arrived at CUHK.

Zhang Xuan invited Ou Ming: Old Ou, come and sit at my house?

Ou Ming rubbed his bald head and refused: Brother Xuan, I won't go this time. I have to seize the time to collect scraps to make money. Old Shen can't do it alone.

Glancing outside, Zhang Xuan didn't force him to stay: Okay, you go and do your work first. Let's get together when we have time.

Watching Ou Ming disappear across the street, Zhang Xuan also entered CUHK.

It's summer vacation, and the campus is deserted. Apart from the sound of the wind, the deep tree-lined paths are filled with the sound of quiet walking.

Before one even arrives at the teacher's apartment, one can hear the bright and bright sound of the piano from a long distance away. It is lazy and melodious, as if it is like the sunset at dusk, slowly flowing along its ancient and elegant black and white keys.

Zhang Xuan couldn't help but think: Is this piano old?

Otherwise, why would it sound so good?

He didn't know when he started to feel that the notes under Wen Hui's fingertips were becoming more and more suitable.

It was rare that it was empty and there was no one to disturb him, so he was not in a hurry to go upstairs, and casually sat on the stone bench under the sycamore tree to relax and relax.

Zhao Lei had noticed him a long time ago, but was wise enough not to disturb him.

The doors to the rooms on the first floor are all closed. Wang Li is gone, Lao Deng is gone, Director Rooney has returned home for the holidays, and the couple of turtles who liked to be romantic behind the curtains are now a thing of the past.

Over the past few years, everyone has come and gone, and many people have become each other's passers-by.

Passing by!

Suddenly thinking of the word passer-by, Zhang Xuan slowly raised his head and looked at the third floor window.

A year later, will he and Wen Hui become passers-by?

Will he become a passer-by in life?

Her neckline, the scenery inside it, her comfortable and eye-catching temperament, her nimble little mouth, and her charming smile.

Who will be cheaper?

The sound of the piano suddenly sounded far and near, and the chaotic inner lake suddenly became calm.

I don’t know how long it took, but the sound of the piano stopped.

I don't know how long it took, but a person appeared in the corridor on the third floor.

As if telepathic, the old man who had fallen asleep opened his eyes, and after a few seconds, he looked up at the third floor.

looking at each other

Three floors away, I knew without shouting that it was time to eat. Someone was calling me to eat.

Raise your wrist to see the time 7:22

It got dark in half an hour, and before I knew it, I fell asleep leaning against the sycamore tree for more than 90 minutes.

Looking back, Zhang Xuan stood up, picked up his backpack and walked towards the corridor.

He nodded to Zhao Lei, went up to the second floor, paused, and went up to the third floor.

Seeing him appear at the entrance of the third floor corridor, Wen Hui turned around and entered the room and started serving food to the table.

Zhang Xuan changed his shoes and went in, washed his hands and walked over and asked, When did you know I was back?

Wenhui put a bowl of rice and sat down, I didn't pay attention to the time.

Zhang Xuan sat next to her and looked at her intently, meaning: Why do you only pack one bowl of rice? Only have one pair of chopsticks?

Wen Hui opened her eyelids and took a look at him, meaning: Make enough food and clothing by yourself.

Zhang Xuan blinked: I am a guest from afar.

Wen Hui blinked: Are you a guest? Are there any customers coming in empty-handed?

After blinking back, Wen Hui, who felt that he had taken him astray, lowered her head and picked up her chopsticks to start eating. It was obvious that she was not used to his faults.

But before her chopsticks touched the food, she found that the bowl of rice beside her suddenly disappeared, and before she could react, the chopsticks in her hand were also taken away.

After Wen Hui was stunned, her eyes fell on him.

Zhang Xuan was very thick-skinned and had already started eating. The first piece he ate was pork belly with garlic sprouts.

Not to mention, the pork belly stir-fried with black bean paste is very fragrant and not greasy in your mouth.

Under her gaze, the old man ate the first piece of meat, which was delicious, then the second piece of meat, and then took a bite of rice.

I ate the third piece of meat. The meaty one was still delicious. I stuffed two more pieces of meat into my mouth and took a bite of rice.

Wen Hui looked at him quietly, her small mouth pouting slightly.

Seeing this, Zhang Xuan, who had food in his mouth, said vaguely: If you don't dislike it, just take it and eat it.

After staring into his eyes for another two seconds and confirming that he was a real scoundrel, Wen Hui stood up silently and went to the kitchen silently.

After a while, she came back from the kitchen, with rice in her left hand, a half-bowl of rice, and chopsticks in her right hand.

The first chopstick Wen Hui ordered was also pork belly, and she didn't eat it before eating three chopsticks in a row. When these three chopsticks were used, half of Yidie's pork belly was lost.

Zhang Xuan was confused and asked after a long while: No wonder you only filled half a bowl of rice, just because you don't want me to eat alone?

Wen Hui ignored him and lowered her head to eat her own food. She couldn't help but chuckle as she ate.

His eyes stayed on her slightly opened red lips for 5 seconds. Zhang Xuan, who was a little hungry, picked up his chopsticks and continued eating.

As if she felt the look in his eyes just now, Wen Hui stopped smiling and remained silent for the rest.

After eating, Zhang Xuan rubbed his belly and said, It's dark and there's a night breeze outside. Let's go for a walk together?

Wen Hui looked at the swaying treetops outside the window, and also wanted to eat, but she didn't refuse.

Seeing her promise, Zhang Xuan stood up and said, I've been running around all day. I'm going to take a bath first. You can take the opportunity to put away the dishes.

After saying that, he felt so refreshed that he went out and went downstairs.

Wen Hui watched his back leave, looked at the door, then looked at the dishes and chopsticks on the table. After staying there for two seconds, she stretched out her hands and started to tidy up.

It was time to take more baths in the summer. After taking a bath, he felt that he was no longer the same person he had been in the past. He was energetic and alive again.

After waiting under the sycamore tree for nearly half an hour, Wenhui came downstairs.

Zhang Xuan looked around her: Have you taken a shower?

Wen Hui hummed.

Zhang Xuan then asked: Revenge bath?

Wen Huiqiao laughed out loud. Although the sound was not loud and slight, he heard it firmly.

After walking side by side for a while, Zhang Xuan asked: I feel it's too quiet. Are we the only ones left in the whole building?

Wen Hui said: No, there is also a pair of old professors and their granddaughters on the fourth floor, but they are at the back.

Zhang Xuan asked: How old is my granddaughter?

Wen Hui estimated his age, About 10 years old.

Guessing his doubts, she helped explain: This building is full of elderly teachers. Usually they either go home or go to their children during holidays. Very few of them stay here.

Zhang Xuan instantly understood that this building was the first batch of teachers to receive welfare housing. Those who were eligible to receive housing were basically elderly.

Decades have passed, and those children who grew up here have basically made a career. Some have gone abroad, and some are scattered across the country, but most of them gather in Beijing and Shanghai.

No way, who said that Beijing and Shanghai were the political and economic centers of the country in the past few years?

The policies and conditions are indeed better than those in Yangcheng.

Every time I take a walk, I have to go to Xingting. How can I put it, if I don't come here, I feel empty, as if this walk is incomplete.

Zhang Xuan asked with concern: How are you preparing your piano music?

Wen Hui said: It's okay.

Zhang Xuan asked: Are you confident of getting first place this time?

Meeting his eyes, Wen Hui thought for a while and said, I'm going to be the first.

I felt her confidence: Come on, I wish you immediate success!

Wen Hui said gently: Thank you.

Zhang Xuan asked: When is the final in September?

Wen Hui said: September 27th.

Zhang Xuan calculated the date: That's quite a coincidence. That day happens to be the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it will be held in Utrecht, the Netherlands, right?

Wen Hui said yes.

Zhang Xuandao: If there is a chance, I will go to the scene to help you cheer.

Wen Hui said yes.

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