Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

The old man was speechless and lost his temper instantly.

A minute later, Zhang Xuan: I went to Beijing specifically this time to see her work situation and understand her future plans.

Seagate thought for a while and asked: When will you go to Beijing?

Zhang Xuan replied: April.

Seagate: Okay, let me talk to Seagate.

Zhang Xuan: Well, thank you.

Seagate: You're welcome, you want to be my brother-in-law, come on!

Zhang Xuan smiled and put the phone away.

In the teachers' apartment, Du Shuangling was not on the second floor, but the sound of piano came from the third floor.

After changing his shoes and entering the door, Zhang Xuan stood quietly in the living room for a while. When he heard the sound of the piano, he couldn't help but think of the piano player sitting in front of the piano. Putting aside his previous life, this was the only person who moved his heart in the new world.

I don't know what happened, but the old man didn't go to the study, but opened the door and arrived at the third floor by accident.

Standing in front of the door, Zhang Xuan hesitated and reached out to knock on the door.

Boom, boom, boom.

There is no response inside. Are the two actors not on the third floor? Zou Qingzhu is not here either?

Try knocking again.

Boom, boom, boom.

This time there was a reaction, and the sound of the piano that was being played suddenly stopped.

After a while, someone asked inside: Zhang Xuan?

Well, it's me. Hearing the familiar voice, Zhang Xuan answered truthfully.

As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened a crack in the next moment.

Wen Hui revealed half of her body from the crack in the door and said to him, Shuang Ling and Qing Zhu went shopping.

shop?

yes.

Zhang Xuan looked into her eyes: Why didn't you go?

Wen Hui said: It's Sunday, I just came back from my aunt's house.

Zhang Xuan looked at the time, it was only noon, and asked, Have you had lunch?

Wen Hui nodded lightly.

Zhang Xuan asked: What do you want to eat?

Wen Hui said: There's no more food, it's time to finish eating.

Zhang Xuan said: Oh, I haven't eaten yet.

Looking at each other, Wen Hui almost knew that this person came specifically for her after hearing these five words.

Looking at each other through the door, the two of them fell into silence. Facing the old man's aggressive gaze, Wen Hui couldn't hold on and tilted her head to one side.

After about ten seconds, she still let go of her right hand holding the door. Then all the doors opened, and she turned and walked towards the kitchen.

He smoothed his hair behind his ear with his right hand, lowered his head and walked away while asking, What do you want to eat?

The old man opened his mouth and said, Eat.

Hearing this, Wen Hui stopped where she was, turning her back to him and remaining silent.

He understood that it would take a long time to cook, and she was afraid that the couple would come back in the middle, so he changed his mind and said, Just make it any time, I'm a little hungry.

Hearing this, Wen Hui made another move and entered the kitchen.

Because he was busy, he hadn't been to the third floor for almost a week. Zhang Xuan looked around and found that it was still the same, nothing had changed.

Hearing the noise in the kitchen, he walked slowly over and saw her busy frying eggs. He didn't interrupt her, but leaned against the edge of the kitchen door with his hands and looked at her quietly.

Feeling his eyes on her, Wen Hui paused, then regained her composure. She first turned over the fried egg with a shovel, moved it to the side of the pot, and then picked up another egg and cracked it in.

After waiting for a while, she used the shovel to turn over the two eggs again. Wen Hui, who knew that he only liked to eat two eggs at a time, did not add a third one to the pot this time, but put the crushed green pepper on the cutting board into the pot. Then use a shovel to stir-fry the green peppers in time. When both sides of the eggs are golden and the peppers are cooked, add some salt and some garlic sprouts. Finally, add a little water to dissolve the salt evenly, add a small amount of soy sauce, and take it out of the pan and put it on a plate.

It was a very homely recipe. The old man knew that she learned this dish from Zou Qingzhu.

When the dishes are ready, I start washing the pot and then cooking the noodles.

While waiting for the water to boil, Wen Hui, who was temporarily free, turned around and asked: Is the progress of intensive cultivation in the human world going smoothly?

Zhang Xuan replied: How should I put it? It's not bad. I haven't started writing it yet and I'm still gathering emotions.

Writing is like playing the piano. Wen Hui knew what accumulating emotions meant without asking. She hesitated for a few seconds and said:

My uncle called me a while ago.

She stopped mid-sentence, but Zhang Xuan understood, Are you in a dilemma?

Seeing him asking an eccentric question, Wen Hui, who was a little embarrassed at first, smiled knowingly and replied gently: If you have extra, you can.

Before she could finish speaking, the old man interrupted her tacitly, and even more tacitly took over the words that left her speechless:

Nothing in the world is superfluous, but if you ask, I will squeeze out a surplus for you if there is no extra.

Wen Hui was quiet and then said, Thank you.

Zhang Xuandao: You're welcome. I didn't eat this bowl of noodles in vain. I did something for you after eating it. Well, this is a slightly unfair transaction.

Hearing this, Wen Hui's clever little mouth pouted slightly, and her eyes turned to the bubbling boiling water in the pot, with a hint of a faint smile.

The water is fully boiled.

Wen Hui opened the lid of the glass pot and began to put the noodles in. First, she took out a small prick with her fingers, fearing that he would not be full, and then took out half a prick.

There was silence. During the few minutes while the noodles were cooked, the two of them stood a mile away from each other. They didn't talk anymore, but they didn't feel awkward. One was concentrating on mixing the condiments at the bottom of the bowl and chopping green onions, while the other was watching intently.

After about 4 minutes, when she felt it was almost done, Wen Hui picked up some noodles with chopsticks and started to scoop them out.

After the noodles were ready, Wen Hui walked out with a pair of chopsticks and a stack of green peppers and eggs. When passing by him, she looked up at him.

After receiving the look in her eyes, Zhang Xuan changed his leisurely state, walked in and washed his hands, and then followed out with noodles.

After sitting down and taking the chopsticks from her hand, Zhang Xuan asked, Do you want to eat something together?

Wen Hui shook his head.

Zhang Xuan called to her: Don't leave, sit with me for a while.

Her eyes fell on him. Wen Hui didn't say leave or not leave.

Zhang Xuan gave a reason: I like to be watched when I eat. If you can cooperate and swallow secretly, I will eat more deliciously.

Wen Hui gave him a strange look and didn't leave this time. She sat down where she usually sat.

A little hungry, Zhang Xuan ate five large pieces of chopstick noodles in a row, and when he felt a little full, he asked:

Your uncle is planning to open a private club of his own, right?

Wen Hui was very honest and sold her uncle directly, Yes, he has been planning for several years.

Zhang Xuan asked: What kind of bias do you prefer?

Wen Hui replied: It's similar to the Anchang Club in Beijing.

Zhang Xuan was speechless and stuffed a mouthful of noodles into his mouth: Your uncle is really not a human being. He put me on the shelf to bake on both sides.

As smart as Wen Hui, he immediately figured out the cause and effect of this sentence: You originally planned to send a version of the manuscript to Li Wendong?

Zhang Xuan didn't hide anything: Yes, I made relevant promises at Tao Qin's wedding, so naturally I can't neglect Li Wendong.

Over the years, people have treated me with sincerity. Li Wendong has helped me a lot, both on the production line of the mobile phone factory and on me personally. But I had nothing on hand that he liked, except the manuscript.

Wen Hui blinked lightly, How about you take the manuscript back? I'll tell my uncle that you don't have it anymore.

Zhang Xuan sighed, No, although the manuscript is precious, there are not many people in this world who make my heart beat.

After saying that, regardless of Wen Hui's expression, he picked up the big bowl with both hands and drank the soup.

Wen Hui, who originally had something to say, suddenly heard these words and immediately swallowed the words that were on her lips, staring at him motionless and saying nothing.

The noodle soup is delicious, but no matter how delicious it is, you can't keep staring at me. Oh, forget it, let's continue drinking the noodle soup.

We really have a hard life, just a life of drinking noodle soup.

Chick-clack-gulp, the bowl of noodle soup quickly ran out of water.

As if she knew what he was thinking, at the moment when the noodle soup bottomed out, Wen Hui silently looked away, her expression as normal, as if what just happened had not happened.

The pressure on his body suddenly decreased, Zhang Xuan burped, put down the bowl and said:

I didn't like noodles very much before, but today's noodles are particularly to my liking.

He picked up a piece of chili pepper with chopsticks and put it in his mouth. He continued: Even the chili pepper has a strong chili flavor, which is quite strong.

Wen Hui couldn't listen anymore and got up to go to the piano room.

Zhang Xuan raised his head and stared at her with extremely innocent eyes: I'll finish eating right away, but I don't know how to wash the dishes.

Wen Hui glanced at the scrambled eggs with green peppers, then glanced at the door, and finally walked over from the table. She picked up the unfinished eggs with green peppers in her left hand, took the noodle bowl from his hand with her right hand, and entered the kitchen.

Zhang Xuan raised his eyelids, I haven't finished eating yet.

Wen Hui turned a deaf ear.

Hearing the sound of pots and pans coming from the kitchen, the old man had no choice but to finally put the chopsticks in.

After washing the dishes, the two of them left the kitchen one after another.

At this time, Zhang Xuan from behind suddenly asked: Do you know the piano prince Richard Clayderman?

Wen Hui from before replied: I know him. This time I went to the Netherlands and I even performed a piano piece with him on the same stage.

Zhang Xuan was surprised: What a coincidence?

Wen Hui hummed and said, Actually, I am not unfamiliar with him. When he came to our country to perform in 1992, I went to listen to the performance live.

Zhang Xuan asked: Did you listen to the whole scene?

Wen Hui looked back at him, knowing that he had something to say.

Zhang Xuan explained: In 1992, I was in my third year of high school. Due to my desire for the outside world, I basically read newspapers every day, and I once saw a piece of news about Richard Clayderman's performance in China.

If my memory is correct, the newspaper said that he performed a Chinese-style piano piece Butterfly Lovers, and the effect of the performance was very shocking. Is this true?

Wen Hui said: Yes, this is a piano piece that Richard adapted based on my country's Butterfly Lovers.

Meeting her eyes, Zhang Xuan asked: Then can you play Butterfly Lovers?

Finally understanding, Wen Huiqiao smiled and replied: The song Butterfly Lovers made me feel very good at that time. I went home and tried it myself.

Zhang Xuan broke away and said, I want to hear it.

Seeing him looking at her expectantly, Wen Hui did not refuse, but just said: I haven't had time to play for a while, maybe I'm not good at it.

Zhang Xuan walked to the piano room, It doesn't matter, I believe in your strength.

Looking at the man who entered the piano room one step ahead of herself, Wen Hui stood there for a long time. Bits and pieces of what happened between the two of them in the piano room flashed through his mind involuntarily, and he felt a little scared and a little complicated inside.

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