The Great Era of Rebirth: 1993

   Chapter 416, badminton, writing a new book, we have a baby (please subscribe!)

   bought a badminton racket.

   The two fought in an open area where there were relatively few people in the school.

  Compared with the previous year, Xiao Eleven's technique has greatly improved. Under the condition that Zhang Xuan did not deliberately make things difficult, the two fought back and forth.

  It is worth mentioning that Xiao Eleven has not only improved his skills, but badminton is also better.

   There was no one around. Little Eleven was sweating profusely from running back and forth. He took off his coat, and the red single shirt lining the outline made the old man peek at him every now and then.

  Although this girl is usually a bit narcissistic, she really has nothing to say about her figure, and the so-called golden ratio is not too much.

  The capital is sufficient, and it is comparable to Wei Wei's old class badminton, which makes people excited and emotional.

   A little suffocated.

   In fact, he always felt that Little Eleven and Lilith were a bit similar.

   In other words, Little Eleven is a super-enhanced version of Lilith.

   This super strengthens whether it is appearance, body, temperament, or a certain aspect of temperament. Everything has been strengthened.

   Of course, there is a big difference between the two.

  Lilith's figure is charming and lustful, and it makes people want to conquer.

   And Xiao Eleven's figure is just right in all aspects and well-proportioned. A little more is not much, a little less is a lot, the long legs, waist, shoulders, and collarbone are all too beautiful, and even the neck is full of charm.

   And the biggest difference between the two is character.

  Lilith is a real tiger, with a family background there, she has been nurtured since childhood to speak and do things very confidently.

   Just like in her previous life, there were many times when she wanted to put Zhang Xuan in bed directly. As long as she likes, unscrupulous.

   But Little Eleven is obviously different in this regard.

  Su Jinyu looks provocative, but she only targets one person.

   In the eyes of outsiders, Su Jinyu is a very ladylike lady.

   Leaving aside the way of speaking that teases Zhang Xuan. Its behavior is the same as the appearance of a lady, and it has always been very disciplined, guarding a bottom line, restraining, and not crossing the line.

   Of course, in the eyes of the old man, this is simply a fairy, not linked to a lady.

  Sometimes Zhang Xuan even thought that if Little Eleven was as unscrupulous as Lilith, he probably wouldn't have dared to play with her, otherwise he would easily catch fire.

   At some point, Little Eleven, who was picking up the ball, asked slowly, "Aren't you tired, why don't you take a break?"

   Zhang Xuan said: "Not tired, continue."

   Little Eleven said, "But I'm tired, why don't I lie down and let you see?"

   Zhang Xuan: "."

   Can’t see through without saying it?

  We have no great prospects, that's all we do.

   came to the grass next to him, Little Eleven handed him a bottle of water and asked, "What time is it now?"

   Zhang Xuan raised his hand and looked at his watch: "It's 10 minutes to 11 o'clock."

  Xiao Eleven looked sideways at him expectantly: "Today's Lantern Festival, do you have any plans?"

   Zhang Xuan was a little thirsty, so he took a sip of water and lay down on the grass and said, "No arrangement, I will go back to the rental house to read and write."

  Thinking of the rented room where he and Du Shuangling lived together, Xiao Shi hesitated to speak, and swallowed some words again.

   Zhang Xuan closed his eyes and asked, "Did you bring your luggage?"

   Little Eleven replied: "No."

"No?"

   "Well, I came to the school on purpose today to relax. After I'm done, I naturally have to go back to Shencheng."

   Hearing this, Zhang Xuan opened his eyes and looked at her.

  Meeting his gaze, Little Eleven leaned over and whispered, "I saw you staring at me before, do you want Miss Ben to stay with you at night?"

   Zhang Xuan felt that his ears were itchy, and a strange scent of a woman rushed to his face, reached out and pushed her pig head away: "Do you want money?"

   Little Eleven said, "If you feel comfortable serving me, I will give you 20."

   Zhang Xuan pushed her away again: "I have more experience, so I have less."

  Xiao Eleven looked at him from head to toe, hesitated for a few seconds and stretched out 4 fingers, "That doubles, 40, no more."

   Zhang Xuan was dissatisfied: "I am worth 40 in your eyes?"

   Little Eleven said with a smile: "You're not a first-hand product."

   Zhang Xuan said: "Then you go to find first-hand goods."

   Little Eleven folded his legs together and rubbed it: "No, those are worthless in my eyes."

   Zhang Xuan's eyes moved to the base of her thigh unconsciously, and he closed his eyes and stopped talking.

   Seeing him like this, Little Eleven smiled smugly.

   After resting for a while, the two came to the South Gate of Zhongda University.

   Little Eleven turned around and tempted again: "You speak, I can stay with you."

   Zhang Xuan looked ahead, "Didn't you tell your mother that you went to Yang Manjing's house to play? If you don't go back at night, you will be anxious to death."

   Little Eleven stretched and twisted down gently: "I just said I got lost."

   Zhang Xuan gave her a white look, "Don't, how can anyone get lost in a married man's house?"

   Hearing "a married man", Little Eleven began to reach out to stop a taxi.

  The luck is not good today, the two of them waited for 15 minutes without seeing any taxi.

   Zhang Xuan guessed: "Is it because of the winter vacation that taxis don't come here?"

  Xiao Shi agrees with this view.

   Zhang Xuan asked: "Do you have a calling card with you?"

  Xiao Eleven took out his wallet and took out an IC card from it.

   Zhang Xuan said, "Wait a minute, I'll ask someone to take you back."

  Su Jinyu looked at him brightly, "Are you worried about my safety?"

   Zhang Xuan hurriedly waved his hand: "No, I just want to send you away as soon as possible."

   found a phone booth, Zhang Xuan started to call Li Mei.

   was only halfway through the call, he gave up again, and turned to Yuan Lan to call.

   It’s really that Li Mei came a little far away, and Yuan Lan was in Haizhu District, very close to CUHK.

  The phone was answered quickly.

   "Hello, who is it?" A very cold voice came from Yuan Lan.

   Zhang Xuan was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect Yuan Lan to talk like this on weekdays: "It's me, are you busy?"

   "Zhang Xuan?"

"Um."

   "What are you looking for from me?" Yuan Lan changed her tone instantly and asked with a smile.

   Zhang Xuan said, "Thank you for what happened a few days ago."

  Yuan Lan raised Erlang's legs: "No, Li Mei has already thanked me. Come on, you must be looking for me, what's the matter?"

   Zhang Xuan said: "I have a friend here who wants to go back to Shencheng. You can help arrange someone to send her off, and invite you to drink when you have time."

   Yuan Lan asked, "Women?"

   Zhang Xuan replied, "I won't be you, man."

   Yuan Lan suddenly asked: "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

   Zhang Xuan glanced at Little Eleven: "General."

  Yuan Lan asked again: "Where are you?"

   Zhang Xuan replied: "South Gate of Zhongda University."

   Yuan Lan who got the information was very straightforward and hung up the phone directly.

   Ten minutes later, a black Santana stopped beside the two from far and near.

   The driver was Yuan Lan himself.

   Zhang Xuan was very surprised, the probe asked: "Why did you come in person?"

  Yuan Lan's eyes fell on Xiao Eleven: "I'm just curious, what kind of girl is that close to you?"

   Zhang Xuan smiled: "How is it better than your sister?"

  Yuan Lan followed with a smile, and immediately greeted Little Eleven to get in the car, then reversed and left quickly.

   ignored Zhang Xuan at all.

Hey! It must have hit Yuan Lan's sore spot.

   Sending the goblin away, Zhang Xuan felt relaxed.

   It's not that he is too shy about Little Eleven, but this girl is too purposeful, so he still needs to keep a distance.

  …

   Sweaty.

   Zhang Xuan couldn't bear it, so he went back to the apartment to take a shower and wash his hair.

   Then wash and dry the clothes.

   then entered the study.

  Today is the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, which is the Lantern Festival. It is a good day.

  According to the custom: on the 15th day of the first day, anything can be done.

   So he plans to officially start writing a new book today.

   Although the story structure and timeline are very different, there are many things that need to be original based on the actual situation.

   But after some careful consideration, he decided not to change his name.

   This book still uses the name "human world".

   may be due to the habit of thinking, or it may be the reason why the name "Human World" has become familiar to later generations and has achieved great success. Zhang Xuan always felt that the name was very suitable for the content of the book, and he could not find a better substitute.

   thinking like this

  He put together the information he found in the previous paragraph, and filled it with 11 books.

   He scanned the 11 books several times, and finally took out the first book in order and read it carefully.

   As the old saying goes, sharpening knives is not the same as chopping wood.

   Zhang Xuan was not in a hurry, thinking about straightening out all his thinking before writing.

   "The World" is his return to tradition. It is a work he plans to use to slap his face. It must be well written and wonderful.

  Especially the core essence of this novel is love and righteousness, and he plans to write it well with thick ink.

   Actually, in Zhang Xuan's view, although the original work of "The World" is a masterpiece, it has many shortcomings.

  The upper and lower parts of the original work were written blandly. If it weren't for the popularity of the TV series, he would have given up reading the original work in his previous life.

   Of course, TV dramas cannot be used to evaluate the original work.

  After all, some parts of the TV series have been changed beyond recognition, and there are also several flaws in the character set, and they also forced a bitter scene, which collapsed the original novel's protagonist set.

   This is a big failure.

   But a TV series is a TV series after all, and its mixed reputation does not affect the brilliance of the work "The World".

   Among the many shortcomings of this work, the one that Zhang Xuan criticizes the most is the writing.

   In his previous life, he often discussed with his friends and compared Mr. Lu's "Ordinary World", and agreed that Liang Lao's language skills were far from Lu Yao's.

   At the same time, what makes Zhang Xuan feel very unpleasant is that Mr. Liang likes to insert large paragraphs of discussion from time to time, which greatly reduces the unique language charm of the novel.

  Liang Lao chose a major theme of the era, but it seems that the in-depth excavation is not enough. It is not comparable to Mr. Lu's "Ordinary World", and it is not comparable to Lao Chen's "White Deer Plain".

  Zhang Xuan once concluded: Mr. Lu and Lao Chen are slightly better in the simplicity of language and the depth of thought, while Lao Liang is further in the portrayal of characters.

   Therefore, when Zhang Xuan maintains the level of character portrayal in the original work, he has to spend a lot of time condensing his writing and pondering his ideology.

  From noon, the old man locked himself in the study and began to prepare.

   Check out the profile to prepare for the upcoming pen.

  Sometimes I was reading and reading, and suddenly I came up with a good idea. I had to temporarily put down the data book and take out another new book to record the golden inspiration.

   So intermittently, from noon to afternoon, Zhang Xuan was completely immersed in his own world.

   After reviewing all the pre-prepared materials carefully, and after he thought he could start writing, Zhang Xuan picked up the pen at the right time.

   But when he picked up the pen and the tip of the pen touched the white paper, his mind went blank.

   It’s not that I don’t know how to write, but I have too many thoughts, and I’m even worried about gains and losses.

   This feeling is weird, and someone who has never written may find it very hypocritical.

   But it really bothered a lot of people.

how to say?

   In layman's terms, you know how to write in your mind, but the feeling of fear is conveyed to the tip of the pen.

   Zhang Xuan stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyebrows. He had never encountered such a situation in his previous life.

   This was not the case when I wrote "Wind", "Hidden" and "Clockwork Girl" in this life.

  Why did you come across this kind of ghost when you started writing about the "human world"?

  Is this the difficult beginning of everything that everyone often nagging about?

More haste less speed.

   Knowing that the state was not right, Zhang Xuan put down his pen in time, then sat upright on the chair and began to close his eyes and rest.

   As always, brew emotions.

   The birds outside were chirping non-stop on the plane trees. Zhang Xuan listened for a while, and then slowly blocked them.

   After about 20 minutes, the old man opened his eyes and started writing again with a pen.

   This time, he seemed to have overcome a little fear, but after writing a short paragraph, he decisively put down the pen again.

   Wrong!

  The emotion is still not right!

   He knew very well that if he forced himself to write, not only would he fail to write a good work, but he might also destroy his beliefs.

   Looking up at the sky outside, it was already dusk before I knew it.

   Look at the sparrows on the tree again, they are starting to return to their nests.

  Like, like, it's dinner time?

  I don't want to be alright, just thinking about it makes my stomach feel hungry.

Hey…

   sighed, the old man followed nature, screwed back the cap of the pen, closed the book, and closed the ink bottle again.

   got up and walked out of the study, he knew what he was doing, what was his pursuit?

  If you can't surpass the original, don't write it.

   Even if it is written, it will not be published.

   This is his determination.

   will never end.

   If you don’t make it soon, then don’t write hard, don’t write with grievances, just fill your stomach and then talk about it.

   Speaking of filling his stomach, he was worried again.

   Now it is absolutely impossible for him to cook by himself.

   Not to mention that there is no food at home, even if there is food, Zhang Xuan will not be able to cook it at the moment.

   Getting up in the middle of the night in my hometown and actively cooking New Year's Eve dinner, it is purely because I don't want to make my mother suffer, and I don't want to make my mother feel lonely.

but now.

   Changed his shoes and went out. When he came to the entrance of the corridor, Zhang Xuan was stunned.

   Looking at the stairs leading to the third floor, the old man was thinking: Is Wen Hui at home?

  If you are at home, can you have dinner?

  I haven’t eaten it yet, is there any good food?

  If there is no good food, then there is no need to go

  I was eager to try, but I went downstairs anyway.

   When I passed by the first floor, I even felt resentment: This old Deng, who was struck by the thunder, didn't know where to go at the critical moment, he was not at home, and he had nowhere to eat. He was not a good person.

   With the broken thoughts that he could not write the beginning of the novel, the old man ran all the way to the south gate.

   He just passed the plane tree and descended the stone steps, and he stopped again.

  Because there was a person in sight, Wen Hui was coming up from under the stone steps.

  Wenhui must have just returned from outside, and her hands are still full of various bags.

   If it’s just a bag, that’s fine.

   The key is that there are also a variety of dishes in the bag, including vegetables and meat.

   One bag also contained mandarin fish.

   When Zhang Xuan saw her, she also saw Zhang Xuan.

   Seeing him staring at her dishes, Wen Hui couldn't help but smile.

   took the initiative to ask: "Are you going out for dinner?"

   Zhang Xuan was still looking down to identify several kinds of vegetables in her hand, and answered the question: "You buy so many vegetables, can you eat them all by yourself, will they rot?"

  Wenhui looked at him strangely, but said nothing.

   Zhang Xuan didn't give up: "Would you like to help me eat?"

  Wen Hui lowered her eyes, a smile hidden in her eyes.

   But she still didn't make a sound, she walked past him and kept walking.

   It's just that after she took a few steps, she put 4 of the 6 bags in her hand on the ground. Then keep walking forward without looking back.

   This girl.

  There are good dishes to eat, so don’t walk more. The foodie Zhang Xuan still lost in the food, turned around and picked up the 4 bags on the ground to follow.

   asked: "Why did you come so early this year?"

  Wenhui explained gently: "This year, my aunt is at my grandmother's house for Chinese New Year, and I came with her."

   Zhang Xuan asked again, "Is Zou Qingzhu here?"

   "No." Wen Hui shook her head lightly.

   Zhang Xuan was speechless: "At home alone, then you will come back tonight?"

  Wenhui said: "I have been at home today, I didn't go to my aunt's place."

   Zhang Xuan asked: "Isn't it Lantern Festival today, why don't you go to your aunt's house?"

  Wenhui said, "Auntie and the others are going to reunite with her husband's family today. If they are not in Yangcheng, I am too lazy to go."

  Zhang Xuan blurted out: "Yes, your aunt really trusts you."

  Wen Hui glanced sideways at him.

   Zhang Xuan understood instantly: "Aren't you afraid that I won't be home at night?"

  Wenhui thought for a while and said, "It should be there."

When    went up the stairs, Zhang Xuan stated in advance: "I'm dizzy today, I don't have the strength to fight you, I won't do it later."

  Wenhui whispered: "I'm not hungry yet, I'll eat later."

   Zhang Xuan: "."

   This girl said so, she washed rice and cooked rice as soon as she entered the door, and she was not sloppy at all.

  When the kitchen was preparing the dishes, Wen Hui asked, "Have you been in the study all afternoon?"

   "Yeah." Zhang Xuan likes to eat beetroot, so he washes it very carefully.

  Wenhui asked: "I heard Shuangling say that you are preparing a new book, have you already started writing it?"

   Zhang Xuan took out the beetroot and washed it in a basin of water: "I was going to write it, but I didn't."

  Wenhui said, "Have you encountered difficulties?" while handling the fish.

   Zhang Xuan replied: "Yes, I met the legendary Calvin."

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