The Great Era of Rebirth: 1993

What did    write? "

   "I don't know, see for yourself."

   Hearing this, Zhang Xuan unfolded the note and found it written: Seeing that Miss Ben is so charming on the stage, have you thought about taking it home and pressing it under your body at night?

   He laughed, this is a small eleven, just by the way he speaks and not the handwriting, he knows that it was written by a small eleven, and he can't fake it.

   Seeing him smiling so happily, Dong Ziyu looked at him with surprise, "What did you write?

   One sentence made you, who was calm and self-sufficient just now, change your personality? "

   Zhang Xuan put the note in front of her, and said nothing, his eyes drifted to Little Eleven.

  To be honest, if CUHK didn’t have Wenhui, this year’s Junior Eleven would deserve to be the king. His looks, figure and versatility are enough to crush most girls.

   It's just that life is like this, encounters and coincidences always make you choose the same, is it really both born and beautiful?

   Dong Ziyu was stunned for two seconds after reading the note, and then his mood became a little complicated.

   She is very envious of Su Jinyu. Dare to love, dare to hate, not bound by the worldly vision, can completely open the love in your heart to the person you like.

   And she couldn't do that.

  Dong Ziyu was very afraid that Zhang Xuan would avoid him after he showed any love, worried that he would lose even the chance to sit next to him and talk to him.

   Of course, Dong Ziyu was afraid that Zhang Xuan would look down on him after he learned his true thoughts after saying that he was looking for a civil servant for four years.

   She has analyzed herself, and she is not bad in terms of appearance and temperament, and she has been sought after since she was a child. She can be one in a thousand miles, but it is not as good as Mi Jian and Wenhui.

  I don't have Du Shuangling's childhood sweetheart and 10 years of being together, and I don't have the talent and courage of Little Eleven.

   Or, in Dong Ziyu's view, she is not even as good as Wu Yao, at least this school girl has pursued Zhang Xuan with a real knife and a real gun. Although I lost, I don't regret it.

   His eyes quietly stayed on his side face for a moment, and Dong Ziyu followed to look at Little Eleven who was rehearsing in front.

   At this moment, a school girl who thought she was in good condition noticed him in the corner, walked around from the side, walked to Zhang Xuan and said:

   "Senior, can you take a photo with me?"

   Zhang Xuan looked at the other party with extreme speed and did not refuse.

  Xuemei handed the camera to Dong Ziyu: "Sister, please help us take a picture."

   Dong Ziyu took the camera and took pictures of the two of them.

   After the group photo was completed, the junior girl struggled for two seconds before asking, "Senior, can I write you a letter? I will develop the photo and send it to you."

   Zhang Xuan blinked and said with a smile, "Yes, but writing a letter may not reach me."

   The junior girl blushed and left.

   Dong Ziyu stopped at the back of the school girl who was leaving, "I know this person."

   Zhang Xuan was surprised: "Do you know?"

   Dong Ziyu said: "Her surname is Zhao, and her family is very famous in Yuexiu District. It is less than 100 meters away from my uncle's house. I met her when I went to my uncle's house for New Year's greetings."

   Zhang Xuan asked: "Does the family have money or power?"

   Dong Ziyu said: "There are both, but we have to add a potential."

   Zhang Xuan sighed: "Does it have a background for CUHK to pick any one?"

   Dong Ziyu smiled and shook his head: "That's not exaggerated to this extent. But we locals in Guangdong have always had a very stubborn point of view, don't joke when you say it.

  In the eyes of many people, except for Tsinghua University and Peking University, other schools in China are not as good as CUHK.

   Therefore, people with a bit of energy in this province like to send their children here, which has resulted in many people from good families gathering together. "

   Zhang Xuan nodded, this statement is true.

   In his previous life, he met many local people. They asked where did you graduate from?

If you say you graduated from other famous universities, they will give you a thumbs up face to face, but they will not take you too seriously behind your back; if you say Tsinghua and Peking University, they will think you are a top student; After graduating from CUHK, they will think that you are very powerful and will be very friendly and kind to you.

   This phenomenon has puzzled him for many years, and he has been puzzled.

   Zhang Xuan rubbed his mouth and said, "No wonder girls keep harassing me. It turns out that they are all from good families."

   Dong Ziyu joked: "If you don't have some capital, even if you like you, you won't dare to approach you, and even dare not confess to you."

   I don’t know if it was God’s arrangement, but as soon as he finished speaking, a girl over there ran over and asked him to sign:

   "Senior, please sign my name for me."

   Zhang Xuan still did not refuse, he took the pen and wrote his name.

   However, the actions of the two schoolgirls in succession made many people in the small auditorium notice the situation here, Zhang Xuan reluctantly got up:

   "I can't stay here anymore, let's go and take a walk outside with me."

   Dong Ziyu waved to Su Jinyu who was in front, and followed him out the door.

   Walking along the tree-lined path for a while, Dong Ziyu suddenly said, "I've always wanted to ask you a question, but I'm afraid it will be awkward."

   Zhang Xuan asked, "What's the problem?"

   Dong Ziyu said, "You are so rich and famous now, do you doubt that every woman who approaches you comes with a purpose?"

   Zhang Xuan smiled, not sure how to answer this?

   No matter what he thinks, or doesn't think about it deliberately, but subconsciously: University is a watershed.

   Before college, he had nothing, and the women who approached him were pure, and they all came to like him.

   Such as Shuangling, Mi Jian, Lilith and Seagate, and even Xiao Shaowan.

   After going to college, simple things gradually became complicated, and sometimes it was difficult to identify women who were close to him during this period with the initial vision.

   As if he had self-knowledge: If he had let himself pursue Wen Hui single-handedly in his previous life, he would probably end up not much better than Li.

  Because Wenhui is a cold woman, she basically disdains the pursuit of men, or has an instinctive resistance. Even in this life, if there is no long-term contact, it will be difficult for him to get to where he is now with her.

   Dong Ziyu looked ahead and said, "Seriously, you are still picky with such good conditions as Little Eleven. I am very curious about what kind of woman do you want to marry in the future?

  I see that? Or Wen Hui? "

   Zhang Xuan tilted his head to look at her: "Why is there no Shuangling in your options?"

   Dong Ziyu raised his head and said, "I deliberately didn't mention Shuangling, she was in this position and blocked the hopes of many people.

   But I can feel that Wenhui's status in your heart is increasing day by day.

   Is this true for all men? What's the best thing you can't get? "

   Zhang Xuan pondered for a while, then replied: "You are right in saying that, this is a common problem in human nature."

   paused, then he said, "But my situation may be different."

   Dong Ziyu asked, "Different?"

"Um."

   Zhang Xuan responded and said, "My situation is a bit special and I can't tell you clearly.

How to say   , I am a person, you should look at it in a dialectical way.

  I will also make mistakes that men make, and I really can't resist when I meet a charming lady. But my temperament can't be Chen Shimei, and the wine can only be more fragrant with time. "

   Dong Ziyu said, "You can't be Chen Shimei, you want to be an ancient emperor."

   Zhang Xuan said silently: "I was born under the red flag and grew up under the red flag. The point of view that I have accepted since I was a child is that one is not allowed to become a fine person."

   Dong Ziyu stopped laughing.

  The two walked to the edge of the playground, where Dong Ziyu usually likes to sit quietly.

   As soon as he settled down, Dong Ziyu looked at the direction of the playground and said, "Shuangling and Auntie are over there."

  Zhang Xuan looked over and saw Shuangling and Ruan Xiuqin and a group of 5 people walking around the playground at this time.

   His eyes were on the 5 people - he swept his eyebrows, but he didn't see Wen Hui?

   Thinking of the abnormality that Wen Hui showed at dinner, he suddenly had an impulse in his heart, and immediately said to Dong Ziyu:

   "I remembered something temporarily, I'll take a step first."

   Looking away from the five people in the distance, Dong Ziyu asked subconsciously, "Go to the classroom to find Wenhui?"

   Zhang Xuan: "."

   Seeing his constipated look, Dong Ziyu smiled and said, "Go, I'll help you cover."

   Zhang Xuan: "."

   Dong Ziyu urged: "There are still two days to go. I don't know if there is still fate in this parting? Don't waste your time here."

   "Okay, then I'm leaving."

   "Go, I'll chat with Shuangling for a while."

   Watching the back disappear gradually, Dong Ziyu couldn't help but make up the scene when he and Wenhui met.

   Then she was saddened: There are still two days to go, I don't know if there is still fate in the future?

   Leaving the playground, Zhang Xuan went straight to the teaching building of the School of Management.

  Because her intuition told her that Wen Hui was definitely not in the teacher's apartment, otherwise, with her temperament, she would definitely not lose face to Shuangling and Zou Qingzhu, and she would have gone for a walk together.

   The only possibility is that Wen Hui left the teacher's apartment first because she had something to do.

  After dinner, Wen Hui took the IC card to find a public telephone booth and called her home.

   Wentu was far away from the Shanghai stock market and went to the army, and it was Mr. Wen who answered the phone.

   "Hello, who is it?"

   Even though Mr. Wen is old, he is very energetic and speaks with great energy.

   "Grandpa, it's me, have you eaten dinner yet?" Wen Hui asked with concern.

   "Huihui is you."

   Mr. Wen treasured this granddaughter the most, and replied with a smile and a grinning mouth: "I have eaten, you don't have to worry, I am old now, so I only remember three meals a day."

   Then he played the military temperament and asked directly: "You called home so late, is there something wrong?"

  Wenhui said, "Is mom at home? I'll find her."

   "Yes, she's washing dishes in the kitchen, I'll call her for you." Mr. Wen put down the phone and rushed to the kitchen.

   Soon the receiver fell into Zhou Rong's hands: "Mom was still discussing with your sister-in-law about coming to school tomorrow to see you, and pick you up at that time, are you okay?"

  Wenhui asked, "My aunt is coming too?"

   Zhou Rong said: "She is relatively idle at work now, so she wants to come out to relax."

   Considering that Ruan Xiuqin and Ai Qing were both at CUHK, she wanted to refuse the call for the first time, but in the end she didn't say anything, but started talking about business:

   "Mom, help me push the piano performance at the end of July, I want to have a good rest."

   Zhou Rong was greatly confused and comforted: "Huihui, this is the Philharmonic Orchestra's global tour. People invited you to perform. This is a recognition of your strength. The opportunity is rare, you have to consider it carefully."

  Wenhui took a calm breath: "I learn piano as a hobby. Our family doesn't rely on this to eat, let's push it. I have been practicing piano since I was a child, and I haven't rested freely."

   Hearing this, and hearing the deep exhaustion in her daughter's tone, Zhou Rong, who originally wanted to persuade a few more words, rested his mind and said slowly:

   "Okay, Mom will discuss with your aunt and see if you can coordinate the time with the organizer and move all the events at the end of July to August."

   hung up the phone, Zhou Rong stood on the spot with the receiver in hand and pondered: Huihui has something on her mind.

  Wenhui really had something on her mind. After putting the receiver back in the public telephone booth, she did not rush to leave, but turned her back to the telephone booth and stared at the western sunset in a trance.

   At this moment, her mind is blank, she doesn't know what she's thinking?

   or nothing.

   After a long time, a couple came to the side, and they seemed to be calling.

   Hearing the sound, Wen Hui regained her senses and turned to go to the teacher's apartment.

   "Senpai, you forgot to take your IC card." After a few seconds, a voice came from behind.

   Wenhui stopped, her expressionless face filled with a smile when she turned around, took the IC card and politely said thank you.

   recognized who Wenhui was, and the girl stared at her blankly, without saying a word for a while.

  It wasn't until Wenhui was far away that the girl said to her boyfriend, "Senpai is so beautiful."

  The boy looked at the people on the steps and agreed: "There is a kind of beauty that is recognized, and the beauty of the senior sister unifies the aesthetics of the boys at CUHK."

  The girl turned her head and asked, "Who said that?"

  The boy replied, "Everyone said that."

  The girl gritted her teeth and asked, "Do you think so too?"

  The boy quickly closed his eyes, "I didn't see anything just now, didn't say anything."

  The girl threatened: "You can watch, you can think, but you can't act, or I will skin you alive."

  The boy was speechless: "You're not right, can a person like Senpai be able to act if we want to?"

  The girl put her hands on her hips, pointed and scolded: "Okay! Is the fox's tail showing?

   Actually, you still want to be a toad, but you just feel that you are insignificant among the toads, right? Am I right? "

  The boy was afraid and dared not argue.

   went up the steps and looked at the teacher's apartment not far away, Wen Hui suddenly changed her mind and turned to go to the teaching building of the management college.

   is leaving, she wants to go to the teaching building where she has stayed for four years for a last visit.

   Wen Hui walked slowly from the first floor to the fourth floor with a relaxed expression on her face.

   Just when she came to the entrance of the fourth floor, she stopped and hesitated.

   But after hesitating for a while, she still went up to the fifth floor.

   Walking down the old hallway and entering the familiar classroom, the room was dark and no one was there.

  Wenhui stood at the door for a while, and finally closed the door without turning on the lights.

  With the help of the not-so-bright light outside, Wen Hui felt everything in the classroom little by little, such as the desks, desks, chairs, smell, layout, atmosphere, and, as well as the pictures he had searched here several times.

   After her eyes got used to the light in the classroom, Wen Hui came to the place she usually sits in on weekdays, stretched out her hand and stroked the table, inch by inch, she looked like a loving mother.

   After a while, she sat down safely, closed her eyes and began to reminisce piece by piece, recalling the scene when he was reading a book with him in this position.

   At that time, he started to be fussy. His hair and his right ear stud were the frontiers of his tentative attack.

  Although his face was as usual at the beginning, he was still a little nervous, a little cramped, and a little confused in his heart, but he remained calm and did not leave.

   She doesn't know why she made this choice, maybe she has some expectations in her heart?

   I still remember the distressed scene when he couldn't write in the "world". At that time, he shared with him the experience of learning the piano when he was a child. He sat quietly by the window for a long time that day, and then the rain stopped and people left.

   Then there was another time, the rain didn't stop and he left by himself. When he went outside to buy an umbrella for him and came back, he and Dong Ziyu shared an umbrella and left.

  Wen Hui clearly remembered her original emotions, without any fluctuations, but she was relieved that she could stifle her own little flame.

   Being with him is always like being in a taboo, time flies fast but is always full of uncertainty.

  Fortunately, the senior year has reached this point, and she is about to get off the bus. Wen Hui feels regret and relief at the same time.

   Regret is that this time she left, she would try her best to avoid him and stop him from pestering her. I regret not being able to sing, play the piano, and read books with him in the future, not be able to cook for him again in the future, never see his nostalgic eyes, never return to his arms, never again Regret for kissing.

  Perhaps the parting this time is just over the years, I don’t know when Ma Yue will meet again.

   and relief is that he no longer has to betray his friendship, and he no longer has to hide his thoughts from Shuangling.

   That's fine. I have had such a throbbing once in my life, enough to reminisce for the rest of my life.

   She still sincerely hopes that Shuangling will marry him, take care of him in daily life, have children for him, and grow old together.

  Thinking about it, Wen Hui took off her shoes, shrunk down on the stool barefoot, with her arms around her knees, her head buried in it, not wanting to come out.

  I don't know how long it took, when suddenly, someone pushed open the door.

   suddenly startled Wen Hui.

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