The Great Era of Rebirth: 1993

Chapter 498   

   Zhang Xuan was excited by Tao Ge's words, so he slowed down and asked, "When are you coming back?"

   Tao Ge said: "The day after tomorrow."

   Zhang Xuan asked again: "How long will you stay?"

   Tao Ge pondered: "This is not necessarily, it must wait for you to finish writing it."

   Zhang Xuanming said: "Sure, I will arrange for someone to prepare accommodation for you."

   Tao Ge said yes.

After    ended the call, he called Li Mei, and after handing over everything to her, the phone was turned off.

   Now time is pressing and we must race against time to write.

  Writing from noon to evening, I wrote in such a dark and dark way that I didn’t even know I was hungry.

   "Dong Dong Dong"

  Suddenly, there was a knock on the door outside.

Um?

knocking?

   Shuangling will arrive the day after tomorrow, so why is there a knock on the door? Zhang Xuan's mind is now full of storylines, and his brain can't react for a while.

   "Dong Dong Dong"

   The knock on the door sounded again, not loud but rhythmically.

  Zhang Xuan thought about it, got up and picked up the steel pipe from behind the door and walked out. Anyway, his state was interrupted, so he simply went to have a look.

   "Who?" Zhang Xuan asked.

   "It's me." A familiar voice.

   "Squeak", Zhang Xuan opened the door and asked, "When did you go back to school?"

   Wen Hui said calmly, "It's coming at noon."

   Then she asked embarrassedly, "Did I bother you?"

   Zhang Xuan rolled his eyes, "What do you say? Do you still ask if you know?"

  Wen Hui's eyelids lightly lifted: "I've made a meal, do you want to eat some together?"

   Zhang Xuan pretended to be polite: "I ate it."

"Oh."

  Wen Hui oh, turned around and walked away, not forgetting to say lightly as he left: "Today I made squirrel mandarin fish, Liangxi crispy eel, braised lion head, and boiled dried silk."

   Zhang Xuan: "."

   Damn it, this is a guo fruit tempting yourself, who the **** can stand it.

  Bang, as soon as the door closed, Lissuo followed.

   Hearing the fast footsteps behind, Wen Hui smiled lightly and went up the stairs.

   Open the door, close the door.

  Wenhui found sandals for him, put it at his feet and asked, "Are you always so nervous?"

   Zhang Xuan put on his shoes, "Did you see that?"

"Um."

   Zhang Xuan replied: "Maybe I was too involved in writing just now, and my nerves were still tense, so I took the steel pipe."

  Wenhui said with apologetic eyes: "It's not intentional, it's just that you haven't eaten for a day, and I owe you a favor, so I just"

   Zhang Xuan said sincerely: "Thank you."

  Wenhui walked to the kitchen and greeted, "Help me serve the dishes."

"it is good."

   Zhang Xuan followed, washed his hands first, and then took the braised lion head that she handed over.

   "How come there are only 6 such appetizing dishes?" His stomach began to croak when he saw the sauce-red braised lion head.

  This, this is also a bit unsatisfactory, but the old man who felt his face was dull couldn't help swallowing.

  Wenhui apparently heard the sound and glanced at his stomach: "Just the two of us ate, so we only made 6 pieces."

   Zhang Xuan has no time to speak now, and he can't help but pick up one in his right hand and stuff it into his mouth.

   Seeing this, Wen Hui looked up at the ceiling, a faint smile appeared on her dignified face, and she endured it.

   came and asked, "How does it taste?"

  Zhang Xuan had food in his mouth, and responded vaguely: "Yes, it's delicious, salty, soft and glutinous. It's my favorite taste."

   Hearing this, Wen Hui kept silent and walked out with the squirrel mandarin fish in hand.

  The dishes were set and the rice was ready, she asked, "Have some wine tonight?"

   A table of such a good dish, Zhang Xuan nodded instinctively, but then shook his head again: "I can't make it today, uh. It won't work recently, I have to write in a hurry."

   Wen Hui took two cans of Coke from the refrigerator and gave him a can: "New book?"

   "Yeah." Zhang Xuan's mouth was very busy.

   "Or science fiction?" Wen Hui quietly watched him eat the second braised lion head.

   "It's science fiction, but it's also magic."

  Wen Hui's eyes faintly flooded, and she asked hopefully, "Is it convenient for me to see?"

  Zhang Xuan finished the second braised lion head with a few big mouthfuls, stretched out his chopsticks to pick up the third one: "You seduce me with a table of delicious food, I can't refuse."

   After saying this, the old man regretted it and wanted to slap himself to death.

  Wen Hui stared at him calmly for three seconds, then served him a bowl of soup: "Don't just focus on eating, drink some soup first."

  The soup of the boiled dried silk is milky white, and the taste is very strong and fresh. Zhang Xuan drank a large bowl in one breath, put down the bowl and asked, "When will Qingzhu come over?"

  Wenhui replied: "It will be around noon tomorrow. Come up and have dinner with the two of us by yourself. I won't call you."

   Zhang Xuan said, "You don't need to call me, just save me some food. I'll come to eat when I'm hungry."

  Wen Hui smiled, "As you like."

  The two chatted freely while eating.

   Zhang Xuan shared with her some things in the UK, and Wen Hui also exchanged what she had seen and heard in the US.

   Halfway through, Zhang Xuan asked a question that he wanted to ask for a long time: "What level is your piano level now?"

   Facing his eager gaze, Wen Hui thought about it and said a match:

   "In 1992 the 3rd Holland Liszt International Piano Competition, I won the second place."

   Hearing this, Zhang Xuan's mouth froze instantly, and he stared at her, astonished beyond measure.

   At this time he finally understood.

  Why Wenhui is always practicing Liszt and Schubert's piano repertoire. Why is it that when performing at school, most of them also perform Liszt's repertoire.

   That's what happened.

   Zhang Xuan pretended to ask: "This international event has a high gold content, should there be a prize money?"

  Wenhui replied: "Yes."

   Zhang Xuan asked: "How much?"

   Wenhui said: "The second place is £12,500."

   12,500 pounds, which is exactly 150,000 in RMB.

  150,000 in 1992, the old man sighed when he heard it.

  If I hadn't been reborn, I would still be a sophomore in high school in 1992, and my meals were mainly jarred vegetables and sauerkraut.

  There are only three sets of clothes without patches in winter, and they are relatively old and very shabby.

   As for food, Du Shuangling used various excuses to supply him most of the time.

   Of course, Lilith, Mijian, and Chen Risheng are not for nothing.

   But the girl in front of me. In 1992, people earned 150,000 from competitions at such a young age. Damn, there is really no comparison between people.

Thoughts flashed through his mind, he asked again: "I happened to hear someone say this international competition, they said that the winners of the Liszt Piano Competition will be arranged by the organizer to perform in a series of concerts in the Netherlands and around the world. Did you not? join?"

  Wen Hui bowed her head to eat: "I refused."

"what?"

   Zhang Xuan's whole body is gone: "Such a good performance opportunity is a platform for many piano players to pursue their dreams, why do you refuse?"

   Wenhui smiled brightly and said, "There are two reasons. One is that I didn't win the first place and I didn't want to participate.

   The second is that my grandfather was afraid that I would go the way of my aunt and would not allow me to give up my studies. "

   Zhang Xuan seemed to be listening to the Arabian Nights and couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

   Zhang Xuan asked tentatively: "I see that you practice the piano every day, so will you still participate in the future?"

  Wenhui said: "Participate."

   Zhang Xuan was stunned: "I heard people say that the Liszt International Piano Competition seems to be held every three years. If so, why didn't you sign up for this year?"

  Wenhui looked up at him: "There is no competition this year. The organizer has postponed the competition for some reasons and will go next year."

   Regarding the piano, Zhang Xuan asked the last question: "Besides the Liszt International Piano Competition, have you participated in other competitions?"

  Wenhui dignifiedly said "um".

   "Any awards?"

"Have."

   Zhang Xuan picked up a cola and touched her with one: "Replace wine with drinks, I wish you a successful start next year and a rewarding return."

  Wenhui toasted: "Thank you."

   Looking at each other, the two smiled at each other in tacit understanding, and drank half a bottle of Coke in one breath.

  Drinking drinks, eating vegetables, and chatting, Zhang Xuan originally wanted to ask about the piano repertoire of "Exodus", but finally gave up.

   Clearly, now is not the time.

  After eating, the two came to the study room on the second floor.

   Zhang Xuan put aside the hundreds of thousands of words in the first volume of "A Song of Ice and Fire". Then spread out the pen and ink, bowed his head and went to work on his own.

  Wen Hui took the manuscript, looked at "A Song of Ice and Fire" on the title page calmly for a while, then began to turn the pages and read it with great interest.

  Just like this, Zhang Xuan rustled on the white paper with a pen in his hand, Wen Hui read the book leisurely, both of them were immersed in their own world, and neither disturbed the other.

  Three hours later, Wen Hui, whose eyes were a little tired, was the first to move. She raised her head slightly and looked at the man who was writing, intentionally or unintentionally.

  It is said that people who are focused are the most attractive.

   What's more, Zhang Xuan has various auras of success, Wen Hui watched quietly, and suddenly many fragments flashed in her mind.

   There is a scene where the two met for the first time. He was lying on the sofa because of a cold and fever. He suddenly broke in and his eyes were secretly raging on him.

  There were times when I got up in the middle of the night to find something to eat and ran into him.

   There is a scene where he eats at the same table.

   There is a scene where he praises the deliciousness of his cooking, and there is a scene where he says he wants to sleep in front of Little Eleven.

   But what impressed Wen Hui the most were two things.

   One of the things is because he taught him to practice songs at the school celebration party. During the more than ten days of solitude, he met a special Zhang Xuan.

   Another thing is to work with him on the same stage. Especially the unbearable scene of him hooking his clothes backstage, she can't forget it till now.

   When these past events were put in his mind like a slideshow, Wen Hui remembered Du Shuangling's defense against her.

  Things came to an abrupt end at this moment, Wen Hui gathered her thoughts, withdrew her gaze, and continued to lower her head to read.

   Unlike "A Clockwork Girl", which was obscure and difficult to understand when she first read it, she, who has been influenced by Zhang Xuan's peculiar thinking, was deeply fascinated when she touched "A Song of Ice and Fire".

  Happy time is always so easy to pass, the time unknowingly came to 3 o'clock in the morning.

   Zhang Xuan's hands were a little sour at this time, and his mouth was a little thirsty.

   When he put down his pen and got up, he couldn't help laughing, this girl is fine, she fell asleep again.

   This is the second time, right?

   It's summer now, the old man didn't plan to wake her up, he walked over to turn up the air conditioner temperature a little bit, and went to the kitchen to find something to eat. He was hungry.

   When he was just passing by Wen Hui, Zhang Xuan couldn't help but glance at her. It was okay if he didn't look at her, but a red-white image suddenly appeared in his mind.

   This is a picture I once dreamed of.

  Pure and simple The whole person looks very comfortable, and the temperament is getting more and more condensed. I can't help but sigh in my heart, who will be cheaper in the future?

   stared at it for a while, just as Zhang Xuan's eyes slowly moved to the full place, Wen Hui suddenly opened his eyes.

   looked at each other in dismay, Zhang Xuan, who had been caught, had his scalp numb, Wen Hui stared blankly at him who was close at hand, not knowing what to say for a while?

   The two looked at each other quietly, their eyes collided, and they fell into silence.

   After a long time, Zhang Xuan said casually, "I'm hungry. I wanted to wake you up just now, but..."

   "Yes." Wen Hui replied.

   Zhang Xuan stood up straight, "There are leftovers upstairs, let's order some noodles."

   "Yes." Wen Hui replied again.

   Hearing this, Zhang Xuan walked out and closed the door quietly.

   Hearing the sound of the door closing, Wen Hui looked down at her chest, recalling the look in his eyes just now, and an indescribable emotion rose in her heart.

   was stunned for half a minute, Wen Hui got up and sorted out the manuscript, placed it neatly on the desk, and left the room.

   changed shoes, closed the door, and the two went up to the third floor one after the other.

  Boiled water for 5 minutes, noodles for 4 minutes, and noodles for 4 minutes. The old man took out a tissue and wiped his mouth. He said the first sentence: "I was just thinking, should I come to eat at noon?"

  Wen Hui took a small mouthful of the noodles and answered after a while, "No."

"what?"

   Zhang Xuan lowered his head and said dejectedly: "That's alright, I'll go to bed at noon, and I'll come up for dinner."

   said, he remembered something and asked: "Since you like playing the piano so much, why do you still cook? Don't you feel conflicted?"

  Wenhui said: "It's not contradictory, just like a woman who loves beauty, but also has children."

   "Well, it makes sense, remember to call me for dinner at noon."

   "Don't shout."

   "You're still so unfriendly, then I'll come up myself."

   Zhang Xuan left.

   Wen Hui glanced at the empty bowl opposite the table and continued eating.

   After eating and drinking, I went back to the study to continue writing. When I couldn’t stand it any longer after 11 o’clock, I ran to the bedroom and threw myself on the bed. Everything was fine.

  Zou Qingzhu came, and Zhang Xuan ate the long-lost spicy and delicious flavor again.

   At dinner, Zou Qingzhu asked him eloquently, "What does it feel like to be loved by the world-class writer Rowling?"

   Zhang Xuan replied calmly: "I don't feel it."

  Zou Qingzhu looked incredulous: "That's Rowling, a billionaire."

   Zhang Xuan stretched his back, "Although she is a billionaire, among my many suitors, she is the worst looking, hey, she is really dying."

  Zou Qingzhu covered his mouth and smiled: "How can you say something like that, I don't think it's ugly."

   Zhang Xuan said: "It's really not ugly, but I'm used to sea cucumber and bird's nest now, and they asked me to go back to eat sweet potato rice, but I can't get used to it."

   Afraid that this girl would be endless, Zhang Xuan decided to take the initiative: "Did you hold hands with your boyfriend?"

  Zou Qingzhu nodded shyly.

   Zhang Xuan further asked: "What does it feel like to kiss?"

  Zou Qingzhu was even more ashamed and stopped talking immediately.

  Oh, well, the world is finally at peace.

   After Zhang Xuan finished eating and left, Zou Qingzhu said to Wen Hui, "Hui Hui, I really envy Shuangling to have such a boyfriend."

  Wenhui asked: "What's the reason?"

  Zou Qingzhu said: "I can't see any shortcomings."

  Wen Hui paused for a while, then smiled cleverly: "Everyone has shortcomings, maybe you didn't realize it."

  Zou Qingzhu put his chin on the table: "I really haven't found any shortcomings in him. He loves cleanliness, is talented, looks good, and is diligent and motivated."

  Wen Hui leaned on the sofa and joked: "Don't let Shuang Ling hear what you said, it's easy to misunderstand."

  Zou Qingzhu sat next to each other: "No, Shuangling is very generous."

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