The Great Era of Rebirth: 1993

   Chapter 370, the fingers hooked two clothes (please subscribe!)

   At the end of the school celebration party, everyone remembered Zhang Xuan and this great writer.

   However, Wen Hui also made a splash this evening, and her fame showed signs of rushing out of the management institute and flowing to the entire CUHK.

  No way, that superb piano skills, that kind of clean temperament that makes people comfortable to the depths of the soul, make many boys secretly drool.

   On the way back, Zou Qingzhu kept making fun of Wenhui:

   "I saw several handsome guys approaching you before. Do you have a crush?"

  Wenhui didn't speak at first, but she couldn't help it later. She smiled and said, "I don't fall in love in college."

"what?"

  Zou Qingzhu covered his mouth and was very surprised: "Wenhui, let me tell you, now is the most wonderful age for our women.

  You have such a good condition, I feel bad for a romantic relationship in college, and I feel that life is not perfect. "

   Having said that, Zou Qingzhu took Wen Hui's arm and said to himself: "But then again, although those boys tonight are not bad looking, their temperament is still a little worse, and they are not worthy of you."

   Speaking of temperament, Zou Qingzhu glanced at Zhang Xuan and Du Shuangling who were holding hands 5 meters away, and whispered:

   "If you meet a guy with a temperament like Zhang Xuan in the future, you can really give it a try."

   Hearing the word "Zhang Xuan", Wen Hui, who had been walking with peace of mind, raised her head and quickly glanced at the figure in front of her, and the scene in the backstage could not be restrained from appearing in her mind.

   Although it is late autumn, it is not particularly cold in Yangcheng.

   She only wore two clothes today, a light-colored sweater and a thin base coat.

   And Zhang Xuan, by coincidence, just caught two pieces of clothes with his index finger.

   His eyes stayed on Zhang Xuan's body for 2 seconds, and then moved to Du Shuangling's back for 1 second.

  Wen Hui finally drooped her eyelids, smiled tenderly, and did not answer Zou Qingzhu's question.

   instead asked Zou Qingzhu: "How about you, how are you and him?"

  Zou Qingzhu said in trouble: "He doesn't look very good, but he treats me well, and the family conditions are also good.

  Hey, I didn't know what to do for a while. I told him that I want to stay in Yangcheng to work in the future, I want to develop here, and I don't want to go back to Yucheng. "

  Wenhui asked: "Then what did he say?"

  Zou Qingzhu said: "He said he would try to allocate work to Yangcheng as much as possible."

  Wenhui asked: "Is it related?"

  Zou Qingzhu said: "His uncle is in the Armed Forces Department."

  Wenhui nodded and stopped asking.

  …

  Rent on the second floor.

   As soon as she entered the door, Du Shuangling, who had not had time to change her shoes, turned around and hugged Zhang Xuan tightly, looking up slightly, her eyes were full of light.

   Zhang Xuan smiled, reached out to help her brush her hair, and whispered, "Want me to kiss you? Or do you want me to carry you to the bedroom, or to the sofa?"

   Hearing this, Du Shuangling burrowed her head into his neck, twisted her body in his arms, and said rarely coquettishly, "No, I just want to hug you, I'll hug you today."

   Zhang Xuan's chin rested on her head, "Can't you hold it at night? Why don't you change your shoes?"

   "No, I will hug now." Du Shuangling was hypocritical.

   Zhang Xuan lowered his head and sighed, and said with his ears: "Don't make trouble, you hold it like this, my body weight has been increasing, don't you feel it?"

   "Smelly Virtue." Du Shuangling felt itchy from being gasped, and tilted her head to avoid it.

   But he hit him crookedly, and his little mouth was blocked.

   "woo"

  This evening, many girls' dormitories in the school were arguing about the great writer Zhang Xuanshi.

  The great writer stayed behind closed doors and hid at home to recite "Yong Goose".

  Upstairs, Zou Qingzhu, who felt hungry and prepared a late-night snack, said to Wen Hui, "Come on, let's go downstairs and call the two of them."

  Wenhui put down the book in her hand, got up and followed out the door.

   Go down the stairs and come to the leftmost side of the second floor.

   "Shuangling, Zhang Xuan."

  Zou Qingzhu shouted, but no one answered.

   "Shuangling, Zhang Xuan."

  Zou Qingzhu shouted again, this time with a knock on the door.

   Still no one answered.

   When Zou Qingzhu was about to shout for the third time, Wen Hui grabbed her and smiled and said, "Let's go, let's go back and eat by ourselves."

  Zou Qingzhu is no longer a novice, he understood in seconds, his eyes flickered a few times, and he followed Wen Hui up the third floor with interest.

   Preserved egg and lean meat porridge for supper.

  Zou Qingzhu said with a particularly understanding tone: "If I were a double actress, and my boyfriend was so showy today, I would definitely fight to death as soon as possible."

  Wen Hui didn't make a sound, she lowered her head and scooped the lean meat porridge with a spoon, eating it in small bites.

  Zou Qingzhu didn't care either. He looked at his watch and joked, "In half an hour, I'll go down and call them to eat."

  Wen Hui laughed softly this time, then quickly finished the porridge in the bowl, put down the spoon, and entered the piano room to practice the piano for a while.

   But as soon as I sat down, I remembered what might happen in the bedroom downstairs, and suddenly remembered that it was night, for fear of disturbing the surrounding people.

   After sitting quietly for a while, Wen Hui picked up the composition on the piano and read it.

  Zou Qingzhu followed up and asked, "Why did you eat so fast today?"

  Wenhui replied, "I'm a little hungry today."

  Zou Qingzhu sat down next to each other: "Then eat another bowl."

  Wenhui shook her head: "You can't eat too much at one time, it won't digest at night, and it's easy to accumulate food."

  Zou Qingzhu knew her temperament, and he just asked casually. He put his eyes on the piano score in Wen Hui's hand, and couldn't help asking curiously:

   "You said how Zhang Xuan's brains are made, and he can also write songs. This "life with you" is really nice."

  Wen Hui fiddled with the composition of "I will have you in my life" in her hand, and echoed: "I am also curious."

  Day, Peking University girls' dormitory.

   A female roommate asked Mi Jian: "Mi Jian, why don't you learn wood carving today, and you still have time to read newspapers?"

  Mi met with a faint smile: "Change your mind today."

  The roommate leaned his head and looked at the newspaper: "You were so fascinated just now, what did you see?"

  Mi didn't evade and didn't answer, just follow his roommate.

   "This, this newspaper is fake, isn't this news fake, the writer March is from Zhongda University? So young?" After a long while, the roommate's eyes widened in disbelief.

  Mijian looked at his roommate calmly and didn't say anything.

   The roommate turned his head and suddenly reacted: "Your boyfriend seems to be from CUHK too, right?"

   To this question, Mi laughed without saying a word, and never answered directly.

   The reason why she doesn't deny it is that she thinks it's good, she has a shield, and her surroundings are much cleaner, so she can live and study with peace of mind.

   The roommate pointed to the newspaper and asked, "Your boyfriend is from Shao Shi too, right?"

  Mi said yes.

   The roommate stammered and asked, "Then is he him?"

   Knowing that he couldn't hide it, Mi Jian smiled and said frankly, "It's him."

   "I, my God!"

   The roommate was shocked for a long time, and it took a long time to react: "No wonder you don't like boys from Peking University, it's me, and I don't like it either."

  Mi Jian stroked a strand of hair, "Keep it a secret for me."

   "Hey, good!" The roommate agreed quickly.

   Then, the roommate continued to read the newspaper.

  Mimi opened the drawer, took out the wood carving and began to practice carving techniques.

  ps: Yesterday, I was stunned by you guys, and my brain is still a mess. Let’s take some daily slowness first. I'll take a look at the outline later, and strive for a better rhythm later.

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