Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

And he is self-aware. I have a bit of research spirit, a bit of tenacity, and a bit of vanity.

At the same time, I am also very lazy sometimes. According to the words of the previous life Yang Yongjian: To put it nicely, you are contented with being a little rich; to put it worse, you have no ambition.

Zhang Xuan recognized Yang Yongjian's evaluation, but he didn't.

Because you can live a good life in college, the surrounding environment is so stable, and the people around you are so contented and happy. If you are in it, you will gradually become lazy if you are not lazy.

It's just that he is reborn now, with the right time, right place, right people and the right people in his hands. He clearly knows that this is a kind of wealth, a code of life that allows him to change his attitude and live again.

…

This night, Zhang Xuan, who holds 250,000 yuan in capital, has been thinking about life.

I have been thinking about ways to make money quickly, with low barriers to entry, less risk, and less cost.

…

In the second half of dinner, Mi Jian suddenly came over to Zhang Xuan and said, Zhang Xuan, let's have a drink.

Looking at the woman with a faint smile, an orchid temperament, and a gentle and gentle woman.

Looking at this gentle woman who usually doesn't talk much, but every word she says carries a lot of weight in the team.

Looking at the woman who is extraordinarily beautiful today, wearing black cropped casual pants, a plain white top, and her hair loosely pulled back, she is a naturally graceful woman.

Zhang Xuan, who was still awake and planning his future just now, seems to be in a trance again now.

Under her gaze, Zhang Xuan stood up slowly and said, Okay.

Mi Jian gently clinked a glass with him, looked into his eyes and said, I wish you success in your studies, good health, and a safe journey.

Zhang Xuan looked at Mi Jian's black and white eyes for a full 10 seconds before finally speaking: Same for you, have a nice journey.

They raised their glasses and drank it at the same time. Not a drop was left. The two looked at each other and smiled.

Putting down the wine glass, Mi Jian sat next to her. She took out a book from her schoolbag, which was Youth Digest.

Then he took out a pen.

Stretching out his hand, he handed him the book and pen and said, Last time I asked you for a sample magazine, I was rude. I went to buy a copy yesterday. Please sign it for me.

Okay. Knowing what she was talking about, Zhang Xuan, who felt guilty, took the book and pen and signed his name quickly.

After signing, the old man screwed on the cap of his pen and was about to return it to Mi Jian, when she spoke again.

Mi Jian said: Don't be in a hurry to return it to me. You are so talented. Just leave me a few words on the first page and treat it as a classmate admission.

Zhang Xuan raised his head and asked: What kind of thing do you want me to write?

Mi Jian thought for a while and said, It's okay. Write what you are good at, or write what you want to write.

The old man turned his head to look at her, nodded, and was about to write.

Just when the tip of the pen was about to touch the paper, he suddenly paused, suddenly became restless, and suddenly felt uneasy.

At this moment, facing this lovely person, the old man knew that he had another thought that he shouldn't have.

After taking a deep breath and calming down, Zhang Xuan looked up at each other again and asked: Our aspirations are in the south and in the north, so far apart. Can I really write whatever I want today?

Mi Jian seemed to sense something was wrong from his eyes, and wanted to reject him, but fell silent again when the words reached her lips.

She understands: rejection is something that cannot be ignored

But one, it has already happened.

And she didn't know what would happen after Ke Er.

I'm also afraid of knowing.

So she fell silent, thinking about how to phrase it. Or maybe I don’t know what to do!

But before she could find her words, Zhang Xuan lowered his head and started writing.

I saw him writing neatly: Mi Jian, someone seems to like you.

After finishing writing, he placed the book and pen neatly in front of her. Then Zhang Xuan filled his glass with wine and drank by himself without looking at her again.

Because he already has Du Shuangling, he doesn't know whether this is right or wrong. I just thought that after graduation, I should follow my heart.

I liked you in my previous life, so I will follow my heart tonight.

I still like you in this life, so I will follow my heart and be free and easy.

Even if the floods are raging, he still expresses his feelings.

He doesn't ask for anything in return, just peace of mind.

After tonight comes tomorrow, and after sunrise tomorrow comes a new beginning. Who knows what will happen, right?

Mi Jian calmed down in front of the Youth Digest for a long time, and then put away the book and pen.

Then, as if nothing happened, she moved the empty wine glass in front of Zhang Xuan's eyes and said with a nice smile: Fill it up for me. I'll drink with you tonight.

Zhang Xuan glanced at her unexpectedly and said yes.

After filling the glasses with beer, the two of them touched each other lightly without speaking, occasionally looking at each other in tacit understanding, and drank silently.

With the remaining dishes, the two of them drank quietly. Yang Yongjian joined in later, and then Du Shuangling followed.

Two people turned into four people, especially when Yang Yongjian knelt down and begged to get drunk, the atmosphere suddenly became very lively.

At this moment, the four of them, regardless of gender or who the other person is, did not talk about the past, the present, or the future. They treated everyone equally and only drank to friendship, and drank openly.

After several rounds of drinking, Yang Yongjian, who was burping from wine, suddenly said to Zhang Xuan: Shuangling is so good, you can't be sorry to her in the future.

Hearing what he meant, Zhang Xuan subconsciously glanced at Du Shuangling and Mi Jian, who were holding hands and intimate, and said to Yang Yongjian, Don't worry.

Nodding, Yang Yongjian changed the topic and asked about setting up a stall: When will we start setting up a stall?

Zhang Xuan said: I'm going to Shencheng tomorrow. Wait until I come back from Shencheng.

Yang Yongjian asked again: How long will you stay there?

Zhang Xuan replied: I won't stay too long. I'll go tomorrow and come back the day after tomorrow. You can rest at home for two days, and we'll start the day after tomorrow.

Yang Yongjian said hmm, stopped bothering about setting up the stall, and urged everyone to start drinking.

…

That night, Chen Risheng was drunk, and Mi Jian and Du Shuangling also drank until they became unconscious.

Yang Yongjian, on the other hand, was born with a drunken temperament. The more he drank, the whiter his face became. The whiter he was, the better he drank. I wasn't even drunk until the end.

But when returning to school, Yang Yongjian, who was walking at the end, suddenly separated from everyone else and walked toward the woods alone.

Seeing this, Zhang Xuan talked to everyone, and then followed silently.

Yang Yongjian kept walking, and kept walking, until she reached the depths of the grove. She suddenly stopped, and then stared at the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in front of her in a daze.

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