The Great Era of Rebirth: 1993

   Chapter 337, Creed

   After leaving for a month, many things happened in China, Zhang Xuan felt like he was out of touch.

   Ended Yuan Lan's call, thought about it, and called Tao Ge.

   This time, he picked it up with a beep.

   "Returning to China?" Tao Ge asked.

   "Well, back." Zhang Xuan replied.

   "When did you come back?"

   "Today's plane, just arrived home."

   Tao Ge caught and asked, "Have you finished writing your science fiction novel?"

   Zhang Xuan told her: "I have only written about 150,000 words, and there is still about a month left."

  Tao Ge said tightly: "That's fine, in a month, sister will come over."

   Zhang Xuan said yes, then he asked: "How are the books selling?"

  Tao Ge said happily: "It's very good, it sells well, and another 500,000 copies of "Wind Sound" have been printed.

   "Latent" has sold 640,000 copies as of yesterday, with 1 million copies printed for the third time.

   Xinhua Bookstores all over the country are running out of stock. We are constantly following up on sales data and preparing for the fourth printing. "

"real?"

   "Of course, when did my sister lie to you?"

   It was the tense stage when he was short of money. Hearing this news suddenly, Zhang Xuan felt as relieved as drinking honey.

   Then he asked with concern: "How is the evaluation of the Mao Dun Literature Award going?"

   Tao Ge whispered: "After the National Day, the jury will vote for the first time.

   The situation of "lurking" in the jury is still the same. I like it very much, and I always support it.

  There is no concession to those who don't like it, and the two sides continue to maintain disputes.

   But don’t worry, People’s Literature is working **** public relations and will not miss any opportunity. "

"thanks!"

  Zhang Xuan thought for a while and asked, "What does the jury think of Ba Yin?"

  Tao Ge said: "Mr. Ba turned a blind eye to this, always kept silent, so far he has not been able to see the inner thoughts of his old man."

   "A little bit of wind?"

   "Someone specifically asked about Ba Lao's attitude, but Ba Lao did not make any statement, but just reiterated his consistent position: it is better to be short than to waste, not to take care of, and not to make do with it."

   Zhang Xuan frowned. At this moment of great controversy, the attitude of the boss sitting on the top of the jury is indeed a bit intriguing.

   After thinking about it for a long time, Zhang Xuan gave up tracing the source, he was afraid that he would make himself nervous.

  Some things can’t stand up to scrutiny, and some things are afraid of meticulous thinking.

   After finishing the call, Zhang Xuan stayed on the sofa for a while before returning to the study.

   spread out the paper, picked up the pen and seriously wrote eight words: I am lucky, I lost my life.

After writing   , Zhang Xuan put the pen aside and stared at the eight characters for a while.

   To tell the truth, in his next life, he looked down on many things, but the Mao Dun Literature Award was too involved and had too many expectations, which had caused some waves in his heart.

   After realizing this, Zhang Xuan immediately reflected on it.

  It is natural and understandable to live in the world for the sake of fame and fortune.

   But you are different from others. When something cannot be forced, you should take it lightly. Living comfortably is the most important thing.

   After sitting quietly on the chair for a while, Zhang Xuan took out the manuscript of "The Clockwork Girl" from his suitcase. After examining it carefully, he began to complete today's task.

   Guaranteed 5,000 words, and strive to write 7,000 words.

  When a person is immersed in his own world, time passes silently and quickly.

   is also always a little forgetful.

  No, at a certain moment, the study door opened. Du Shuangling walked in full of joy and stood beside him for a long time. Zhang Xuan didn't know it, and he didn't even notice it.

  If he left the past and saw that he was writing seriously, Du Shuangling opened the door and closed the door carefully.

   But today is different, after a month's absence, Du Shuangling misses him a little.

   She didn't bother him either, she just stood quietly behind her, looking at his profile and every millimeter of his...

   After writing a large segment, when Zhang Xuan was about to re-absorb ink for the pen, the corner of his eye suddenly swept to a figure, he was stunned for a moment, put down the pen in the next second, and turned around immediately.

   "When did you come back from shopping?"

   "It's been a while."

   "Have you bought any clothes yet?"

   "Bought, I bought one set for myself and two sets for you."

   After a simple greeting, the two immediately fell into each other's eyes.

  You look at me, I look at you. In the end, Du Shuangling couldn't hold back, took a step closer and hugged him tightly, raised her head slightly, and said emotionally:

   "You're finally back, I miss you so much."

   Zhang Xuan stared at her and didn't say a word. Instead, he reached out and gently stroked her face for a while, and finally took her in his arms, still silent.

  Du Shuangling asked: "What's wrong with you, did something happen?"

   Zhang Xuan shook his head: "No, just seeing you, everything feels fine."

   "Hmm." Hearing this, Du Shuangling wrapped his arms around his waist and tightened a bit.

   Zhang Xuan asked: "Are you all living in the dormitory this month?"

   "Yes, I listen to you. I have been staying overnight in the dormitory. I only come here occasionally during the day to see if I have lost anything at home."

"Thanks a lot."

   "No hard work, this is our home."

  Zhang Xuan paused, cupped her face with both hands, rubbed her face for a long time, and said in a low voice, "I bought you a gift."

  Du Shuangling asked expectantly, "What gift?"

  Zhang Xuan raised his chin and tilted it slightly, "The gift is in the bag, you have to turn it over yourself to get a sense of accomplishment."

  Du Shuangling stared at him with a smiling face, but she couldn't hold back when she was approaching, and turned around and turned over.

   The first thing I turned out was the clothes. I compared the colors and styles, and I smiled and the joy was beyond words.

   Next is the skin care products, Du Shuangling looked left, looked right, and finally opened one of the bottles and smelled it, the little crescent moon at the corner of her mouth immediately appeared.

   The last thing that came out was the red jewelry box.

  Du Shuangling couldn't help but ask with joy, "Is it for me?"

   Zhang Xuan nodded: "Well."

   "What's inside?"

"open to take a look."

  Du Shuangling tried to open it, but gave up halfway through the opening, handed the box to him, and made a sound of spring water:

   "You open it, you help me put it on."

   Zhang Xuan Yangmei: "Aren't you afraid that you won't like it?"

  Du Shuangling looked at him with a smile: "I like clothes very much, and I also like skin care products."

   Zhang Xuan understood what she meant and didn't say any more. He slowly opened the box, took out the chain, then took her right hand and put it on the chain.

   Zhang Xuan asked: "Does it look good?"

  Du Shuangling's eyes straightened, her brows and eyes curved, and she smiled inside: "Well, it looks good, but it's too expensive."

   Zhang Xuan looked into her eyes: "It's not expensive for you."

   "Yes." Du Shuangling continued to hum, rolling her wrists to stop talking, very happy.

   Then the two parents had a short chat for a while.

   Zhang Xuan said a lot of what he had seen and heard abroad.

  Du Shuangling told her all the trivial things that happened at school.

   Including her class, how the new teacher taught, what she did after class, the three of them watched two movies at the foreign language college, etc...

   Zhang Xuan listened very carefully, and he didn't know why, but his heart became more steadfast after a minute.

   Time flies, and 50 minutes just passed.

   If it wasn't for the middle Zou Qingzhu shouting outside, breaking the harmony, the two who were still unfinished could still continue.

  Du Shuangling got up: "There should be something I can't find, I'll go outside and take a look."

   Zhang Xuan followed and got up: "Okay."

   said, pulled over the woman, and kissed her lightly under her gaze.

  Du Shuangling raised her head slightly, waited for the temperature on her lips to leave, opened her eyes, blinked, and left contentedly.

  The door closes.

  Zhang Xuan was silent towards the door edge, then picked up the pen again and wrote the messy thoughts on the paper: greed.

When a    person succeeds, he becomes more courageous and loses himself easily.

   What he never dared to take in his previous life, he has only held on to it for one year in this life, and then he stepped out.

   Looking at the "greed" on the white paper, Zhang Xuan did not regret it.

   Because there is no word "regret" in his life creed.

   After a little silence, Zhang Xuan finally pasted two white papers with words on the wall.

   Left: I am lucky if I get it, but I lose my life if I lose it.

  Right: Greed.

   Sitting upright in the chair, Zhang Xuan stared at the two pieces of white paper for a while, then picked up the pen and started writing "Clockwork Girl".

  …

  Dinner was made by Zou Qingzhu. It is a Sichuan dish that is rich, oily, numb and spicy.

   Especially the Mao Xuewang and Kung Pao Chicken, Zhang Xuan's tears came out, but he couldn't put it down, and put chopsticks after chopsticks into his mouth.

   A little hungry, Zhang Xuan ate two bowls in one go, then slowed down and joked to Zou Qingzhu:

   "Your cooking skills are getting better and better. How about we partner up to open a high-end restaurant if I donate the money and you provide the technology?"

  Zou Qingzhu refused: "It's not good! I studied hard for decades, and finally became a cook like my parents, so I didn't read for nothing?"

   Zhang Xuan joked: "Don't look down on the cook, they earn a lot."

  Zou Qingzhu shook his head: "My parents are cooks, how could I look down on cooks, I just want to change my way of life."

   Zhang Xuan asked: "Pampering yourself, the way to live in vain and fat?"

  Zou Qingzhu smiled: "It's not bad to be pampered, let alone being fat."

  Du Shuangling served him vegetables from time to time and told him to eat more, Zhang Xuan kept saying yes.

   For this meal, he ate three bowls and drank a bowl of soup, and his stomach was full.

  While chatting on the sofa, the guide said to Zhang Xuan: "You are back, go to the director's office on Monday, the director has something to do with you."

   Zhang Xuan was curious: "What are you looking for from me?"

  The instructor shook his head: "I don't know, but I guess it may be related to the 70th anniversary of the school."

  Du Shuangling poured a cup of herbal tea for several people in turn, and asked, "Instructor, when is the school celebration?"

   The instructor took a sip of the herbal tea and said, "November 12, the school day. Our school is one of the two schools of literature and martial arts founded by Mr. Sun Yat-sen in 1924.

   It refers to our CUHK in Chinese.

   Erwu, as you should all know, is the once famous Whampoa Military Academy. "

   Remembering that the director and Xiao Shikeng once sang the song "Infatuation for Love", Zhang Xuan asked fearfully, "Isn't it because you want me to appear on the show?"

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