The Great Era of Rebirth: 1993

   Chapter 371, Contest silently (please subscribe!)

   This evening.

   Zhang Xuan had a dream, and the scene of the dream was the backstage of the small auditorium.

  In the dream, I blocked Wen Hui in a corner.

   Ignore other people's agreement, hooking their fingers on their necklines

  Zhang Xuan was awakened by the dream, and looking at the time, it was almost 5:00 in the morning.

   looked sideways at the sleeping Shuang Ling, the old man was depressed.

   Really very depressed!

   He is very painful now, and he is not a person who has been in a drought for a long time. In the middle of the night, he and Shuangling had a marriage relationship.

  Why did you dream of Wenhui in the middle of the night?

   If it's just a dream, it's not surprising. After all, I have dreamed of it before.

   Yes this time.

  Something was seen in the backstage of the small auditorium, although it was only a quick glance for 2 seconds. But see clearly.

   I have a clear picture in my mind.

   So this dream is not like the headless flies in the past, and suddenly there is a very rich imagination space in the dream.

   remembered how Wenhui was bullied by herself in her dream.

   Zhang Xuan can't wait to slap himself and kill himself.

  Is this what humans do?

   Even if this dream is really comfortable, it cannot be done.

  My daughter-in-law is still by her side, and she has a different dream in the same bed?

   And the dream is not Mi Jian, which is a bit difficult to accept.

  To be honest, although I saw something I shouldn’t have seen in the background yesterday, I never thought about it afterward.

   How did you fall into a dream?

  It is said that when you think about the day, you dream at night.

   But I really didn’t think about it!

  It's so **** weird.

   Controlling himself not to scatter his thoughts, Zhang Xuan closed his eyes again and began to try to put himself to sleep.

   But in the second half, no matter how sleepy I was, I still remembered the messy scenes in my dream at a certain moment.

   couldn't sleep. After the old man lay flat for a while, he simply got up and went to the study.

   Start reading.

   Find materials, recharge and prepare for your next traditional literature.

   Speaking of writing the next traditional literature.

   Zhang Xuan now has a vague idea, but he feels that the accumulation and precipitation are not enough.

What if    is not enough?

   Then read more.

When    mentioned reading, he thought of Li Ao who was far away in Wanwan.

   I heard that Li Ao has a huge study with a huge collection of books.

  Looking around in my study, there were only 200 books, which really looked shabby.

   And there are a lot of things that I can’t check the information when I think of it, it seems that it is necessary to buy a batch of books.

   Don’t need too many books.

   But for the next books on traditional literature and science fiction, there must be 1,200 books.

   is worthy of his authorship.

  Thinking together, Zhang Xuan picked up the pen and began to make a list on paper, making a list of categories, so that people could help with the purchase at that time.

   With a clear mind and rich experience, the old man entered a state of ecstasy after being busy.

   He didn't put down his pen until Du Shuangling came in and called him for breakfast.

   stretched, Zhang Xuan twisted his sore wrist and asked, "What's for breakfast? Do you want to eat out or in the cafeteria?"

   Du Shuangling looked at him with a smile: "Breakfast is beef noodles under green bamboo, let's go up.

  The whistle has been fried, just waiting for you to go up, so that the noodles can be put into the pot. "

   "Okay, then let's go."

   I spent a long time with Shuangling in the first half of the night yesterday, and I had a long time with so-and-so in a dream, it was really hard.

   Eat more tonic.

   Go up to the third floor, and Wen Hui is the one who opens the door.

  Du Shuangling went in first, bent down and started changing shoes.

   Zhang Xuan looked at Wen Hui across the door, and tacitly did not speak.

   He didn't know what was going on, but when he saw Wen Hui, he suddenly remembered the dream from last night.

   glanced at Wen Hui's neckline without a trace, then looked down a little, and then bent over to start changing shoes.

  It may be because of what happened, Wen Hui has a very keen eye on him now, staring at his profile for a few seconds, and finally turned around and went to the kitchen.

  Zou Qingzhu's craftsmanship is as good as ever. The noodles are firm and the beef is stewed deliciously.

   Zhang Xuan put a large piece of beef in his mouth, chew it, it's delicious, the taste of meat.

   incense, satisfied.

   swallowed it, put another piece of beef in his mouth, and then glanced at Wen Hui's neckline, which was even more delicious.

   This morning, his eyes were like that of a stealing cat. The first time there was a second time, even Zhang Xuan himself didn't notice it, and his eyes always swept over Wen Hui inadvertently.

   When she swept her third glance, Wen Hui, who was bowing her head to eat beef, frowned slightly.

   When Zhang Xuan unconsciously looked at the fourth eye, Wen Hui's left hand was silently protecting his chest.

  Although the girl's face didn't change, and she didn't look up at Zhang Xuan, but this move was extremely insulting.

   Looking at the five fingers of his left hand tightly grasping the neckline, Zhang Xuan's heart was shocked, and he realized that he was Meng Lang.

   At the same time, he couldn't help thinking: Wen Hui's hand placement was intentional?

   or unintentional?

   If it is intentional, are you quietly warning yourself?

   With such thoughts together, Zhang Xuan knew this place of right and wrong, and he couldn't stay there any longer.

   And he decided that he would not be able to come to the third floor for a long time in the future.

   Sin! sin!

   recited Amitabha in his heart, and the old man quickly finished the noodles.

  I wasn’t full, I wanted to eat a second bowl. But he didn't eat, wiped his mouth with a piece of paper, said hello, and got up and left quickly.

  Du Shuangling asked with concern: "Are you full?"

   "Hmm." Zhang Xuan hummed, waving his little hand behind his back and slipping away.

boom! Hearing the door closing, Wen Hui raised her head, glanced at the empty bowl opposite, put her left hand down quietly, and continued to eat noodles quietly.

   At this time, Zou Qingzhu asked curiously: "Shuangling, your man usually has more than this amount of food.

   Did you get a belly pad this morning?

   It felt like he was only half full, and there were noodles in the pot. "

   Hearing the words, Du Shuangling tilted her head and looked at the empty bowl and chopsticks, thoughtfully, and then helped to explain:

   "He was busy in the study early this morning. Maybe he suddenly had some good creative ideas just now, so he was in a hurry."

   Du Shuangling said so, but got up and changed his seat, sitting on the seat where Zhang Xuan had just eaten noodles.

  Yan said with a smile: "Look at Qingzhu, there is still soup sprinkled on the table. I should have had a good idea just now, so I was in a hurry."

   Having said that, Du Shuangling removed the empty bowls and chopsticks a little, and wiped the soup on the table with a paper towel. Just the moment he raised his head, his eyes naturally fell on Wen Hui, who was on the opposite side.

  Wenhui seemed to be unaware of the conversation between the two, nibbling at the noodles, as usual, very rhythmic.

  Tao Ge called.

   As soon as the call was connected, Tao Ge was the first to say:

   "Sister just got news that the Mao Dun Literature Award Organizing Committee has just conducted the fourth round of voting."

   It's good not to mention this, Zhang Xuan chooses to forget it on purpose.

   But Tao Ge suddenly mentioned it, but his heart was still tight, and he asked, "What happened?"

   Tao Ge said: "Guess what?"

   Hearing the word "you guess", Zhang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself that he still hadn't been able to escape the vulgarity, and he still hadn't been able to pass the test of fame and fortune.

   Zhang Xuan guessed, "It's over, right?"

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