Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

The Mercedes-Benz turned around and headed south into Haizhu District, and soon arrived at Zhongda University.

South entrance.

Zhang Xuan asked the two actors: Are you hungry? Do you want to have a meal first before going home?

Du Shuangling looked outside the car, held his arm and said, Let's go back first. It's too hot. I want to take a shower first.

Zhang Xuan reached out and held her hand tightly and said yes.

Yangcheng is beautiful in the evening in summer, with the setting sun and brilliant glow.

Entering from the south door, the two of them walked hand in hand to the first floor of the teacher's apartment, when someone happened to come up from the stone steps under the sycamore tree. It was Zhou Rong. At this time, both hands were full of bags.

Their eyes intertwined and they met unexpectedly.

Du Shuangling took the lead in greeting with a smile, Auntie, why are you here? Are you practicing piano with Huihui?

Shuangling is here.

Zhou Rong said hello, glanced at the two holding hands, and then replied with a smile: Yes, Huihui will participate in the piano competition soon. In order not to distract her, I will come over and look after her.

Du Shuangling walked over and helped share some bags, and asked with concern: The summer in Yangcheng is relatively hot, are you still used to it after these two months?

After hearing two months, Zhao Lei, who was hiding in the corridor room, couldn't help but worry about her boss and Wen Hui.

No one knows it better than her. Zhou Rong has only been here for 10 days.

It was the boss who kept Wenhui company before. The two ate together and slept in the same room.

If Zhou Rong said the wrong thing at this moment, what would be the consequences? Zhao Lei didn't dare to think about it, so she could only bet that the landlady's temperament was tolerable.

As for the boss's thoughts on Wen Hui, Zhao Lei, who is always following Zhang Xuan, naturally knows it very well.

Also hearing two months, Zhou Rong observed Zhang Xuan's reaction out of the corner of his eye, and then said with a smile: Fortunately, I was a little uncomfortable when I first came here, but after the summer vacation, I'm almost used to it.

Full marks for the answer. Zhang Xuan, who looked as steady as an old dog, gave Zhou Rong a silent thumbs up.

At the same time, I was beating a drum in my heart, why did Zhou Rong help lie?

Is it to prevent the couple from misunderstanding?

Or do you doubt yourself and Wen Hui?

Going up to the third floor, Zhou Rong asked: Shuang Ling, Zhang Xuan, have you had dinner?

Du Shuangling answered: Auntie, we just came back from London and we plan to take a shower first.

Zhou Rong sent out an invitation at the right time: Come up and have dinner together after taking a shower. It will be fun for more people.

Du Shuanglingyan said with a smile: Sorry, auntie, we will come up later.

No trouble, no trouble. Huihui hasn't chatted with her peers for a long time. She will definitely be very happy to see you.

Thinking of his daughter's practice day and night these days, Zhou Rong hoped that Du Shuangling's arrival could help relieve her daughter's pressure.

After opening the door and putting things in the kitchen, Du Shuangling saw that Wenhui was practicing the piano. Du Shuangling did not go in to disturb her immediately, but went downstairs to wash up.

Du Shuangling went into the master bedroom to take a shower, while Zhang Xuan was in the shower room outside.

He wanted to wash it together, but Shuangling wouldn't let him, for fear that he would mess around during the day and Zhou Rong would see it and make a joke.

After all, Zhou Rong is someone who has been here before, and many things are clear to him at a glance. He is not as easy to fool as the two young eagles Wen Hui and Zou Qingzhu.

The piece Wen Hui is playing at the moment seems to be Wild Fire. This is Liszt's work dedicated to his son-in-law. It is also Liszt's masterpiece and condenses all the skills of this piano master.

While taking a bath and listening to music, Zhang Xuan felt an indescribable tranquility in his heart. I don't know if it was an illusion, but Wen Hui's skills seemed to have improved.

When the old man came out of the shower, Du Shuangling was still washing.

He didn't rush and started cleaning the living room. In fact, there is not much cleaning to do, the main thing is to take off some covers and wipe the dust.

Half an hour later, the sound of the piano upstairs stopped, and soon there was a knock on the door.

Wen Hui should be here. Du Shuangling, who was wiping the stove, quickly threw down the rag, said to him and rushed to open the door.

Ah! Hui Hui, I haven't seen you for a long time and I miss you so much. Du Shuangling happily gave Wen Hui a big hug outside the door.

After meeting again after a long separation, Wen Hui felt a little more relaxed. She hugged each other and said gently: The food is almost ready. Have you finished your hygiene?

Du Shuangling pulled her into the house and said, Hurry, she'll be fine soon.

Hearing the movement at the door, Zhang Xuan poked his head out of the kitchen to take a look, said hello, and then went back to continue working.

Ten minutes later, the three of them went upstairs.

The time was just right. When the three of them entered, Zhou Rong's last dish had just been served.

There are four dishes and one soup on the table, one of which is Hunan spicy stir-fried pork.

Seeing them come in, Zhou Rong said enthusiastically: The food is ready, let's start dinner.

The positions at the dining table were still the same. Zhang Xuan and Wen Hui sat facing each other, with the two actors between them, and Zhou Rong sat in Zou Qingzhu's usual seat.

I didn't prepare much today. The food is relatively simple. I hope you won't dislike it. Zhou Rong said.

No, we all like these dishes. Thank you for your hard work, auntie. Du Shuangling expressed her sincere thanks.

It is said that three women make a show, and the conversation between the three women at the dinner table never stopped.

The old man who had never figured out Zhou Rong's thoughts adhered to the principle of saying less and making fewer mistakes. He rarely talked to others except to eat.

Damn it, the cooking skills of the Wen family women are really incredible!

As is the case with daughters, it is also the case with mothers. Once they open their mouths, they don’t want to close them.

He couldn't help but think to himself, it would be great if he had a daughter like this, so that he could enjoy happiness when he gets old.

Throughout the meal, Zhou Rong was silently paying attention to Zhang Xuan.

The reason why Zhou Rong was like this was because she knew that Zhang Xuan had been accompanying her daughter at school before she came.

She was originally going to come to Yangcheng last month, but Huihui said there were classmates at school and there was no need to be in such a hurry. She happened to have some trivial matters at home, so she didn't rush over.

It was just the relationship between classmates, and there was nothing to talk about originally, but what Du Shuangling said before and those two months inexplicably made Zhou Rong make assumptions in some directions.

But that's just conjecture.

After a thorough observation, Zhou Rong didn't find anything unusual between his daughter and Zhang Xuan, so he felt that he might be overthinking it.

Zhang Xuan didn't know what Zhou Rong was thinking, but it didn't matter even if he knew. I just want to have a meal. I am hungry. There is nothing more meaningful than eating well and drinking well.

After the meal, Zhang Xuan did not join in the endless chat between the three of them and went downstairs for a walk to eat.

There were still a few days before school, and Zhao Lei followed from a distance as he was worried about any accidents.

When he walked to the 18th Bronze Statue, Zhang Xuan looked up and asked, It didn't arouse any suspicion, right?

Zhao Lei pondered and said, Zhou Rong knows me.

Zhang Xuan nodded.

He understood very well that Zhao Lei could not hide this matter from others, otherwise Zhou Rongfei would be worried about Wen Hui to death.

Instruction: Chen Yan is here. I will give you a few days off and come back when school starts.

Zhao Lei understood that the boss was telling her to avoid Du Shuangling.

Looking at his back, Zhao Lei secretly sighed: He is so rich and famous, but the hero is so sad that he still can't get around the gentle countryside.

In the days that followed, Zhang Xuan mostly stayed in his study writing, except for occasionally running to Tianhe Road Mall.

When you are hungry, someone calls you to eat. When you are sleepy, you go to sleep. Your life is pleasant and fulfilling.

The only fly in the ointment is that although the writing in Human World has continued to be in good condition, he still feels that something is wrong?

Or can't say it's wrong. He thought over his draft over and over again, and found that it was no worse than the original in terms of writing style, storytelling, depth of content, and thoughts.

This situation can be said to be very good.

He believes that any contemporary writer would be self-satisfied with this quality.

But Zhang Xuan felt that it was still a little bit behind. He felt that he could still make a self-breakthrough and elevate the storytelling and thinking to a higher level.

Of course, this is all just a feeling and cannot be put into practice.

And what is feeling?

In other words, there is still a lack of opportunity. This is like practicing martial arts in martial arts novels. When your skill reaches a peak, you will encounter a bottleneck. If you want to go further, you cannot use brute force, but need enlightenment.

Zhang Xuan also believes that he needs enlightenment.

But he is not in a hurry. If he can't find it at the moment, he will finish writing The Human World step by step and follow the current thinking. If one day he suddenly opens up the Ren and Du channels and becomes enlightened, he can start over.

Zhang Xuan firmly believes that writing is a process that accumulates over time, and it is impossible to achieve success just by daydreaming, so he chooses to keep his feet on the ground.

Dear, are you finished writing? It's almost time for dinner.

okay.

After tightening the pen cap, Zhang Xuan stretched and asked, Is Wenhui's mother leaving tomorrow?

Du Shuangling stretched out her hand to rub his shoulders, Yes, Shanghai Jiao Tong University starts in two days, and Auntie needs to go to school one day in advance to attend a meeting.

Zhang Xuan thought for a moment and asked, Do you know what position Wenhui's father holds in the army?

Du Shuangling shook his head: I don't know. Neither Qingzhu nor I asked. But her father has been very busy and only comes home once or twice a week.

Zhang Xuan asked: When will Zou Qingzhu come?

Du Shuangling told him: The car tomorrow night will arrive the day after tomorrow.

Before leaving, Zhou Rong cooked a rich meal for the last time.

Zhang Xuan brought up a bottle of Petrus red wine and said, Auntie, the four of us will have some drinks tonight. Thank you for taking care of us during this time.

Okay. Zhou Rong recognized the red wine at a glance and happily agreed.

While drinking and eating, Zhou Rong asked him: Are you writing a new book recently?

Zhang Xuan said: Yes, but it has been written for a long time.

Zhou Rong was curious: What type?

Zhang Xuan replied: Traditional literature.

Zhou Rong recalled: You haven't written traditional literature for two years, right? Many people thought you would take root in science fiction novels. Why are you thinking about switching back?

This is not her overthinking, but the speculation of many experts, scholars and media people.

The reason is simple: science fiction novels earn dollars and pounds, and traditional literature is simply incomparable, or not on the same level, in terms of its ability to attract money.

Many people think that Zhang Xuan is used to eating big fish and meat, so he must not despise branyan vegetables.

Well, it can’t be compared like this. Traditional literature is not a piece of cake. But regardless of its status in the literary world, it still has great limitations.

Such as regionality, such as money.

Zhang Xuan's self-positioning is very clear. The further expansion of traditional literature is in the direction of the Nobel Prize. But that thing is a bit dreamy. Even if you copy a Nobel Prize for Literature work, you may not win the prize.

And he doesn't have that idea at the moment.

Zhang Xuan raised his head: Writing science fiction novels is my spur-of-the-moment hobby. Traditional literature is my root, but my new book is quite ambitious and takes a long time.

Science fiction is just a temporary hobby. Listen, is this what people say?

Is it possible for ordinary people to make hundreds of millions or billions of money into their pockets based on their hobbies?

If anyone else said this, Zhou Rong would sneer at him.

But the person opposite was Zhang Xuan, and Zhou Rong didn't find it surprising that these words came from Zhang Xuan. It was already a recognized fact that Zhang Xuan had a big chest and tremendous talent.

Zhou Rong asked: How long will it take to finish writing?

Zhang Xuan shook his head: Not sure, it will take about half a year, maybe longer.

After hearing this, Zhou Rong wisely did not ask further questions.

night.

After washing up, Zhou Rong walked into his daughter's room and said, Mom will leave tomorrow. I'll sleep with you tonight.

Wen Hui, who was half-relying on the bedside reading a book, moved her position slightly to the side and said yes.

Zhou Rong glanced at the postgraduate entrance examination book in his daughter's hand and asked, How have you considered going back to Shanghai to study for postgraduate school?

This was not the first time that her biological mother had raised this question. Wenhui remained silent for a while. After a long silence, she asked, Is this what grandpa means, or what you and dad think?

Zhou Rong put a pillow behind his back: Your grandfather meant it, but your father didn't object.

Wen Hui put down the book and asked again: You also want me to return to Shanghai?

Zhou Rong told her: Originally I respected your idea, but

Wen Hui turned around: But what?

Zhou Rong looked into her eyes and asked seriously: You and Zhang Xuan...?

Wen Hui knew what she meant, You want to know if Zhang Xuan and I have feelings, right?

Zhou Rong felt a little guilty when his daughter snatched the conversation so bluntly. He didn't know how to answer for a while.

After all, these are all based on speculation and worry.

Wen Hui picked up the book again: You have also met the two actors, and they have been together for so long. They have a good relationship.

Hearing this, Zhou Rong breathed a sigh of relief, but still looked worried: Zhang Xuan is too good. Your grandfather and your father are afraid that if you get along for a long time, it will be detrimental to your future mate selection.

These words made Wen Hui couldn't help but think of what happened to Zou Qingzhu.

In the beginning, she always compared her boyfriend with Zhang Xuan, which resulted in Zou Qingzhu losing interest in her boyfriend.

If Zou Qingzhu hadn't woken up early, the two would have broken up.

After understanding her family's thoughts, Wen Hui softened her tone and said, I'll think about it again and give you an answer after the piano competition is over.

Zhou Rong stared intently at his daughter's beautiful side face, and his thoughts slowly went back to 20 years ago. He was still a swaddling baby, but in the blink of an eye he was now so old and had his own independent thoughts.

She asked: Are you reluctant to part with Shuangling and Qingzhu?

Wen Hui hummed softly.

Zhou Rong understands this very well.

Ever since she was little, my daughter has been cold-tempered and really doesn’t have many friends. The few who are better have either gone abroad or are developing in other places, and not many of them stay in the Shanghai stock market.

Thinking of this, Zhou Rong stopped pushing.

In fact, she was quite critical of her father-in-law's interference in her daughter's studies.

Since Huihui was admitted to Peking University on the pretext of cultivating an independent character and not according to his own ideas, what is the difference between studying at CUHK and studying at Fudan?

They are all famous universities, and there is no qualitative change.

Of course, Zhou Rong was just thinking about these thoughts in his mind. She knew very well that her father-in-law spent the first half of his life on the battlefield, fighting the enemy with real swords and guns for so many years, and his temper was as hard as a stone in a pit.

That sister-in-law is a typical example. After marrying to the United States, she was not allowed to go home for 14 years. If the old man hadn't felt that he was getting old and didn't have many good days to live, and his sister-in-law would nag him day and night, he wouldn't have let go.

So in front of his father-in-law, Zhou Rong would not refute; but if Huihui was determined not to do so, she would not force him, so what?

However, Mo Ruomu, her beloved daughter, knew that as long as her father-in-law told Huihui in person, her daughter would most likely return to Shanghai.

This night, after chatting for a long time, Zhou Rong felt sleepy and fell into a deep sleep.

Listening to the even breathing beside her, Wen Hui didn't feel sleepy. Lying in bed, she thought of many miscellaneous things, some good and some not.

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