Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

Bought a badminton racket.

The two found an open area in the school where there were relatively few people and started fighting.

Compared with the year before, Xiao Shiyi's skills have improved greatly. Without Zhang Xuan deliberately making things difficult, the two fought back and forth.

It is worth mentioning that Xiao Shiyi has improved not only in technology, but also in badminton.

There was no one around. Little Eleven was sweating profusely from running back and forth. He took off his coat, and the red singlet lined his silhouette, which made the old man couldn't help but take a sneak peek from time to time.

Although this girl is usually a bit narcissistic, her figure is really nothing to say. The so-called golden ratio is not excessive at all.

The capital is sufficient, and it is comparable to the badminton played by Wei Wei's old class. It makes people's blood boil and their hearts surge.

Somewhat suffocating.

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

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

This super enhancement is no matter whether it is appearance, figure, 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, making people want to conquer her just by looking at her.

And Xiao Shiyi's figure is just right and well-proportioned in every aspect. Nothing more is too much, nothing less is nothing. Her long legs, waist, shoulders, and collarbones are all too beautiful, and even her neck is full of charm.

The biggest difference between the two is their personalities.

Lilith is a real tiger. Her family background is there, and she has been taught since childhood that she is very confident in speaking and doing things.

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

But Xiao Shiyi is obviously different in this regard.

Su Jinyu's words seemed very provocative, but she was only targeting one person.

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

Putting aside the provocative way of speaking Zhang Xuan. Her behavior is the same as her ladylike appearance. She has always been very well-behaved, sticking to a bottom line, restraining herself, and not crossing the line.

Of course, in the eyes of old men, this is simply a fairy and has nothing to do with a lady.

Sometimes Zhang Xuan even thinks that if Xiao Eleven was as unscrupulous as Lilith, he would probably not dare to play with her, otherwise he would easily get angry.

At a certain moment, Xiao Eleven, who was picking up the ball, asked slowly: "Aren't you tired? Why don't you take a rest?"

Zhang Xuan said: "I'm not tired, continue."

Xiao Eleven said: "But I'm tired, how about I lie down and let you watch?"

Zhang Xuan: "."

Is it okay to see through it without saying anything?

We don’t have a big future, so this is all we have.

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

Zhang Xuan raised his hand and looked at his watch: "There are still 10 minutes left until 11 o'clock."

Xiao Shi turned to look at him expectantly: "Today is the Lantern Festival, do you have any plans?"

Zhang Xuan was a little thirsty, so he took a sip of water and lay on the grass. He said, "Nothing planned. I will go back to the rental house later to read and write."

Thinking of the rented house where he and Du Shuangling lived together, Xiao Shiyi hesitated to speak, and swallowed back some words that came to his lips.

Zhang Xuan closed his eyes and asked, "Have you brought your luggage?"

Xiao Shiyi replied: "No."

"No?"

"Well, I came to school specifically to relax today. After relaxing, I will naturally go back to Shencheng."

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

Meeting his eyes, Xiao Eleven leaned over and whispered in his ear: "I see that you have been staring at my body before. Do you want me to stay with you tonight?"

Zhang Xuan felt his ears itching, and a strange feminine fragrance came to his face. He reached out and pushed her pig head away: "Do you want money?"

Xiao Shiyi said: "If you feel comfortable serving me, I will give you 20."

Zhang Xuan pushed her away again: "I have a lot of experience, but a little bit."

Xiao Eleven looked at him from head to toe, hesitated for a few seconds and stretched out four fingers, "Then double it, 40, no more."

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

Xiao Shiyi said with a smile: "You are not a first-hand person."

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

Xiao Eleven crossed his legs together and rubbed them together: "No, those are worthless in my eyes."

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

Seeing his appearance, Xiao Eleven smiled proudly.

After resting for a while, the two came to the south gate of CUHK.

Xiao Shiyi turned around and seduced again: "If you ask, I can stay with you."

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

Xiao Eleven stretched and twisted slightly: "I just said I was lost."

Zhang Xuan rolled his eyes at her and said, "No, how could anyone get lost and fall into a married man's house?"

Hearing "married man", Xiao Shiyi started to hold out his hand to stop the taxi.

They had bad luck today. They waited for 15 minutes but didn't see any taxi.

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

Xiao Shiyi agrees with this view.

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

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

Zhang Xuan said: "Just wait, I will ask someone to take you back."

Su Jinyu looked at him with bright eyes, "Are you worried about my safety?"

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

Finding a phone booth, Zhang Xuan started calling Li Mei.

But halfway through the call, he gave up and called Yuan Lan instead.

Li Mei was actually a little far away, but Yuan Lan was in Haizhu District, very close to CUHK.

The call came through quickly.

"Hello, who's there?" A very cold voice came from Yuan Lan.

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

"Zhang Xuan?"

"Um."

"What do you want from me?" Yuan Lan changed his tone and asked with a smile.

Zhang Xuan said: "I want to say thank you for what happened a few days ago."

Yuan Lan crossed her legs and said, "No, Li Mei has already thanked you. Tell me, you must be looking for something to do with me. What is it?"

Zhang Xuan said: "I have a friend here who wants to go back to Shencheng. Please help arrange for someone to see her off. I'll treat you to a drink when you have time."

Yuan Lan asked: "Female?"

Zhang Xuan replied: "I won't become you as a man."

Yuan Lan suddenly asked: "Isn't it beautiful?"

Zhang Xuan glanced at Xiao Eleven: "Just average."

Yuan Lan asked again: "Where are you?"

Zhang Xuan replied: "South Gate of CUHK."

After getting the information, Yuan Lan simply hung up the phone.

Ten minutes later, a black Santana stopped next to the two of them from far away.

The driver was Yuan Lan himself.

Zhang Xuan was very surprised and asked, "Why did you come in person?"

Yuan Lan's eyes fell on Xiao Eleven: "I'm just curious, what is the girl who is close to you like?"

Zhang Xuan smiled: "How is it compared to your sister?"

Yuan Lan smiled and immediately asked Xiao Eleven to get in the car, then reversed the car and left quickly.

I ignored Zhang Xuan at all.

Hey! It must have hit a sore spot for this bitch Yuan Lan.

After sending the goblin away, Zhang Xuan felt relaxed.

It's not that he personally avoids Little Eleven, it's just that this girl is too purposeful, so he still needs to be careful to keep a distance.

…

Sweating all over.

Zhang Xuan couldn't bear it, so when he returned to the rental house, he first took a shower and washed his hair.

Then I washed the clothes and hung them to dry.

Then he entered the study room.

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

According to custom: anything can be done on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month.

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

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

But after careful consideration, we decided not to change the name.

This book will still use the name "Human World" for now.

Perhaps it was because of his habitual thinking, or perhaps because the name "Human World" was familiar to later generations and achieved great success. Zhang Xuan always felt that this name fit very well with the content of the book and could not find a better substitute.

Thinking like this

He put together the information he had found some time ago and had 11 notebooks filled with content.

My eyes scanned the 11 notebooks several times, and finally I took out the first notebook in order and read it carefully.

As the old saying goes, sharpening your sword will make you chop wood.

Zhang Xuan was not in a hurry, thinking about reorganizing all his thoughts before writing.

"Human World" is his return to tradition. It is a work that he plans to slap in the face. It must be written well and wonderfully.

Especially the core essence of this novel, love and justice, he planned to write with thick pen and ink.

In fact, in Zhang Xuan's opinion, although the original work "The World" is a masterpiece, it has many shortcomings.

The upper and lower parts of the original work were bland and boring. 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, you can't use TV series to evaluate the original work.

After all, some parts of the TV series have been changed beyond recognition, and there are also many flaws in the character's character. They also forced a sad drama, which destroyed the character of the protagonist in the original novel.

This is a big failure.

However, a TV series is a TV series after all, and its mixed reviews do not affect the brilliance of "In the World".

Among the many shortcomings of this work, the one that Zhang Xuan criticized most was the writing style.

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

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

Liang Lao chose a major theme of an era, but it seems that the depth of exploration is not enough. It is not comparable to Mr. Lu's "Ordinary World", nor to Lao Chen's "White Deer Plain".

Zhang Xuan once concluded: Mr. Lu and Lao Chen are slightly better in plain language and profound thoughts, while Mr. Liang goes further in the portrayal of characters.

Therefore, while Zhang Xuan maintained the level of characterization in the original work, he had to spend a lot of time condensing his writing style and pondering his thoughts.

Since noon, the old man has locked himself in the study and started to prepare.

Review the information to prepare for the upcoming writing.

Sometimes while I was reading, I suddenly thought of a good idea. I had to put down my notebook temporarily and take out another new notebook to record the golden inspiration.

In this intermittent manner, from noon to afternoon, Zhang Xuan was completely immersed in his own world.

After carefully reviewing all the materials prepared in advance, and when 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, it’s that I have too many thoughts and I’m a little concerned about gains and losses.

This feels strange, and people who have never written may find it very pretentious.

But it does bother a lot of people.

how to say?

To put it more simply, you know how to write in your head, but what is conveyed to the tip of your pen is fear of difficulty.

Zhang Xuan stretched out his hand to rub his eyebrows. He had never encountered this situation in his previous life.

I did not encounter this situation when I was writing "The Wind", "Insidious" and "Clockwork Girl" in this life.

Why did I encounter this kind of ghost thing just after I started writing "In the World"?

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

More haste less speed.

Knowing that something was wrong, Zhang Xuan put down his pen in time, then sat upright in a chair and began to close his eyes and rest.

As always, the emotions are brewing.

The birds outside were chirping on the sycamore tree. Zhang Xuan listened attentively for a while, and then slowly blocked out the chirping.

After about 20 minutes of this, the old man opened his eyes, took the pen again and started writing.

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

wrong!

Emotions are still not right!

He knew very well that if he forced himself to write hard, not only would he not be able to write good works, but he might also destroy his beliefs.

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

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

It seems, it's dinner time?

It's okay not to think about it, but when I think about it, I feel hungry.

Why…

Sighing, the old man followed nature, screwed the pen cap back on, closed the book, and capped the ink bottle again.

He got up and walked out of the study. He knew what he was doing. He knew what he was pursuing?

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

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

This is his determination.

Never give in.

If you don't want to make do with it, then don't write it forcefully, don't write it with grievances, fill your stomach first and then talk about it.

When it came to filling his stomach, he was worried again.

Nowadays it is absolutely impossible for him to cook for 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.

I get up in the middle of the night and actively cook New Year's Eve dinner in my hometown. I just don't want my mother to suffer and don't want her to feel lonely.

but now.

After changing his shoes and going out, Zhang Xuan was startled when he came to the entrance of the corridor.

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

If I'm at home, can I have dinner?

I haven’t eaten yet. Is there any good food?

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

I was mentally eager to try, but I still went downstairs.

When passing by the first floor, I even complained: Lao Deng, who was struck by lightning, ran away at the critical moment and didn't know where he was. He was not at home, leaving him no place to eat. He was not a good person.

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

But just after passing the sycamore tree and descending the stone steps, he stopped again.

Because in the sight, a person appeared, Wen Hui was coming up from the bottom of the stone steps.

Wen Hui must have just come back from outside, with her hands full of various bags.

If only it were just a bag.

The key is that there are 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 intently at her dish, Wen Hui couldn't help but smile knowingly.

Take the initiative and ask: "Are you going out for dinner?"

Zhang Xuan was still lowering his head to identify the types of vegetables in her hand, and answered the question inappropriately: "You bought so many vegetables, can you eat them all by yourself? Will they rot?"

Wen Hui looked at him strangely and remained silent.

Zhang Xuan refused to give up: "Would you like to help eat?"

Wen Hui lowered her eyes with a hidden smile.

But she remained silent, and kept walking past him, and kept walking.

But after she took a few steps, she put four of the six bags in her hand on the ground. Then keep walking forward without looking back.

This girl.

There is good food to eat, so don’t walk too much. Foodie Zhang Xuan still failed in eating, so he turned around and picked up the four bags on the ground to follow.

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

Wen Hui explained gently: "This year, my aunt is celebrating the New Year at my grandma's house, so I came with her."

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

"No." Wen Hui shook her head lightly.

Zhang Xuan was speechless: "I'm alone at home, so why don't you come back tonight?"

Wen Hui said: "I have been at home today and did not go to my aunt's house."

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

Wen Hui said: "My aunt and the others are going to reunite with my 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?"

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

When going up the stairs, Zhang Xuan declared in advance: "I'm so hungry today that I don't have the strength to do anything to you. I won't do it later."

Wen Hui pouted slightly: "I'm not hungry yet, so I'll eat later."

Zhang Xuan: "."

This girl said so, and she washed and cooked rice as soon as she entered the house, without any sloppiness at all.

While the dishes were being prepared in the kitchen, Wen Hui asked, "Have you been in the study this afternoon?"

"Yeah." Zhang Xuan likes to eat red cabbage moss, so he washes it very carefully.

Wen Hui asked: "I heard from Shuangling that you are preparing a new book. Have you already started writing it?"

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

While handling the fish, Wen Hui said, "Are you having trouble?"

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

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