Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

While Yang Yingman's family was talking about Su Jin and Qin Yueming, the two of them were watching the TV and worrying.

After watching the evening news broadcast, Qin Yueming said worriedly: This announcement is getting better and better, what should Xiao Shiyi do?

Su Jin stared at the TV and remained silent.

The two of them have had many small quarrels over this matter. The couple, who had rarely been blushing before, have been bickering every now and then in the past two years.

However, despite the quarrel, it did not affect the relationship between the two as a couple.

It's just that Qin Yueming kept complaining that Su Jin was too doting on Xiao Eleven when he was a child, and he was too spoiled by Xiao Eleven. Now he is used to it, and he has spoiled a daughter who can't be controlled.

After the daily quarrel, Qin Yueming couldn't help but ask: My daughter has been smart since she was a child, but she is so stupid this time. Do you think it is possible to steal Zhang Xuan?

Su Jin frowned. He didn't like the word rob very much, but the fact was that Xiao Shiyi clearly wanted to rob the man, and in the end he, as a father, was embarrassed.

Qin Yueming was worried: Little Eleven will graduate soon, and now the old friends who come to the house to arrange matchmaking and marriage proposals are coming and going, and the threshold is almost being trampled, although they can be used up by reading the books they haven't finished yet.

But after graduation, if the daughter does not have a boyfriend, this method will not work.

If others find out that she is single-mindedly thinking about stealing men, where will I show my face?

Hearing rob again, Su Jin said in a deep voice: You're not even married, how can you rob?

Qin Yueming said nervously: If Zhang Xuanhe and Du Shuangling get married, will your daughter still not give up? How will it end with you then?

Hearing this, Su Jin lit a cigarette worriedly. Now he regrets it very much. If he had known this would happen, he should not have played chess with Zhang Xuan in the first place, and he should not have taken his daughter to visit Ruan Dezhi's house.

Now that his daughter is pestering her, Su Jin has no reason to take action.

Shanghai Stock Exchange.

After reading the news, Wen Yu asked Zhou Rong in a low voice: Sister-in-law, Huihui really wants to go back to Shanghai to study for graduate school?

Zhou Rong was having dinner and replied: Well, dad has contacted the president of Fudan University two days ago and will come over after graduation.

After hearing the news, Wen Yu couldn't let it go for a long time, and finally put down the newspaper and sighed twice.

Zhou Rong glanced at the sister-in-law and continued to eat.

After New Year's Day, the weather got colder and colder. It felt like this was the coldest winter in the past ten years.

Everyone is busy doing two things now.

First, this semester is almost over. Teachers in each subject made key points every day, and Zhang Xuan never missed a single class, just being confused day after day.

Second, I was busy writing my graduation thesis, running around the library every day, busy looking up information and literature, and never had a moment to spare.

Seeing that everyone was so busy that they were even more tired than a dog, the old man happily expressed that he was very satisfied.

Although he also had to write a paper, he had the stacks of materials prepared by the director. For a veteran like him, writing a paper was just a matter of water, which was very fast.

A paper that took others several months to write could be completed in five days.

After finishing writing, I put the pen on the table and blew on the blue pen words. I couldn't help but wonder: If I were like those idiots who studied ancient scientific examinations and drew a turtle on my graduation thesis, what would my instructor and director do? think?

I guess after the scolding, the director will personally write a graduation thesis for him, right?

The director may have even found an excuse to comfort himself: This is the management college, Zhang Xuan is a writer, and the management major is not related to writing. It is understandable to draw a turtle. This is called innovation, and writers cannot lack innovation.

After checking it again, Zhang Xuan held up an umbrella and leisurely closed the door and went downstairs with his graduation thesis.

When passing by the first floor, I still habitually poked my head into Lao Deng's house.

I found Lao Deng shivering beside the coal stove.

Zhang Xuan asked: Why don't you open the empty position?

Lao Deng pointed to the little kid on the ground with his butt raised and playing with toys: When the air conditioner blows on, this kid will catch a cold and have nosebleeds. I can't afford to offend that noisy one at night.

Zhang Xuan laughed, walked in and shouted to Rooney in the kitchen: Instructor, what should we have for lunch?

The instructor said: Boiled sweet potatoes are brought here from home. Do you want one?

Zhang Xuan quickly waved his hand: Forget it, I'm afraid of sweet potatoes. I'll make myself vomit when I'm tired of eating them.

Lao Deng couldn't stand it: I think you are being hypocritical. You don't eat such a good thing as sweet potatoes. My son can eat half a catty in one meal.

After finishing speaking, Old Deng leaned against the coal stove again and said to the guide who brought the sweet potatoes:

Rooney, if I freeze to death, remember to put a coal stove in my coffin.

The 2-and-a-half-year-old kid on the ground tilted his head and shouted: Barbie, are you going to die? I'm so happy.

Old Deng, who was peeling sweet potatoes, turned green, and his big eyes were squinting at this unfilial son.

Zhang Xuan slapped his legs and laughed.

Rooney also laughed and scolded Lao Deng: I told you to spank him all the time. Look, he doesn't even kiss you anymore.

After watching a play about a loving father and a filial son, the old man left happily.

I wanted to stay longer, but the sweet potato flavor was really tear-jerking.

The weather was cold, and there were more than twice as many people on the road as usual. I hurried to the management hospital and opened the door of the director's office shivering.

When I took a look, I found a group of Wuyang Wuyang people inside. There is also an acquaintance among them, Wu Yao.

Ignoring the looks everyone was looking at him, Zhang Xuan sat down on the chair opposite the director, put his umbrella aside, and said to the director with a familiar expression:

Teacher, please continue. It's cold outside and there's no place to sit. I'll take a rest here.

The director knew that he would go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, so he got up and poured him a cup of tea and continued the meeting.

Zhang Xuan's casualness and the director's cup of tea made everyone numb, thinking that this was the difference in status.

After drinking tea and listening casually for a while, I discovered that Wu Yao had become the student vice president of the School of Management. She was another potential strong woman.

It feels like a simpler version of Little Eleven.

I couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Feeling that he was looking at her, Wu Yao's heart tightened for no reason, and her body straightened up a little.

After watching boredly for a while, the old man withdrew his gaze when he noticed that the girl's face was a little flushed.

Hey, I sighed in my heart, I'm so thin-skinned, how can I catch up with me without any tricks?

If Xiao Shiyi were left alone, if he looked at her like this, she would not only look back, but even tease him if he promised.

To make a long story short, the director ended the meeting in more than 20 minutes.

Before Wu Yao left, she secretly glanced at Zhang Xuan. When she saw that he didn't look at her anymore, her heart suddenly felt empty.

After the door was closed and people left, the director joked, People's faces turned red because of you.

Regarding Wu Yao's liking for Zhang Xuan, it is not a secret at all in the management school. Not only the students know it, but the teachers also know it.

Even behind the scenes, the teacher’s teasing was much more unrestrained than that of the students.

Zhang Xuan smiled and didn't answer, and handed over his graduation thesis.

Have you finished writing? The director was a little surprised.

Teacher, you have taken such good care of me. If I can't write it, wouldn't I be letting you down?

The director took the graduation thesis, read it carefully, and finally praised: Not bad, the professional knowledge is better than I imagined.

Zhang Xuan knew it when he heard this.

The director closed the paper and put it aside to talk: I heard that Wenhui will return to Shanghai after graduation. Did you know?

Zhang Xuan sat up straighter, Teacher, where did you hear that?

The director did not hide it from him: The principal told me. And how the principal knew, I didn't ask.

Then the director added: The school hopes that Wenhui will stay at CUHK for graduate school, and I plan to have a good talk with her tomorrow. You two have such a good relationship, so you can help me persuade her.

I'm still wondering now, didn't Wen Hui originally have a postgraduate degree? Why did she suddenly change her mind?

Well, Wenhui is an outstanding talent in the eyes of the leaders of CUHK. If she can stay at CUHK for even one day, she will bring great reputation to CUHK.

Think about it now, a great writer, a pianist, the fame of CUHK is soaring all over the country.

From the leaders of Beijing University to the majority of senior high school students and parents, everyone has heard about it. This is of great benefit to the school in promoting policies and recruiting students.

Especially Principal Gao, when he goes to the ministry for a meeting, he can hold his head straight when facing the presidents of the top two universities in front of him. That is full of pride and confidence.

Faced with the director who kept opening the back door for him, Zhang Xuan did not refuse, he opened his mouth and said: Okay, I will go back and communicate with her.

After chatting for more than ten minutes, when a teacher came in, Zhang Xuan quickly stood up and left.

As soon as he went out, the director's words just fell on deaf ears.

communicate?

Nothing like that.

Zhang Ailing pointed out the direction, The passage to the depths of a woman's soul is the Y path. But she was slapped by Wen Hui in her two lives, so how could she still communicate?

On the way back, I ran into Li Zheng, who had just separated from a girl.

Glancing at the girl walking by, Zhang Xuan asked Li Zheng: Old Li, your business is really busy. Did you change it again?

Li Zheng winked and handed over a cigarette: No change, we are all friends.

Zhang Xuan took the cigarette without smoking and reminded: Your body has become a lot thinner in the past two years, so take it easy.

Unexpectedly, Li Zheng said seriously: Brother Xuan, it's not that I don't want to take it easy, but women are like sea water. The more you drink, the more thirsty you become.

This damn thing is quite philosophical.

Zhang Xuan gave a thumbs up.

Zhang Xuan asked: How many are there?

Li Zheng stretched out his hands and shook them: I don't know, I haven't counted them.

Zhang Xuan: .

Seeing that he was speechless, Li Zheng said: It is said that women are men's passport in this world. Brother Xuan, you are a great literary giant of the generation. If you come to comment, people will come to your door. I am too embarrassed to just use a broom to drive people away. no?

They all say that it is a joy to have friends come from far away. I think I should have been brainwashed by the Analects of Confucius since I was a child.

Zhang Xuan rolled his eyes: Aren't you afraid that Mr. Kong's descendants will kill you?

Li Zheng chuckled: Don't be afraid. You don't know this, Brother Xuan. Although I am from Jinan, my hometown is in Qufu.

Zhang Xuan laughed and scolded: This is a nap, and I have released you, the scourge.

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(I miss college life so much that I wrote a chapter about college life.)