The Great Era of Rebirth: 1993

  Chapter 244, in love?

   Although he said he was going to drink, but because he had to hurry, whether it was Zhang Xuan or Lao Deng, drinking was just meaning.

  I didn’t drink too much, I didn’t get drunk.

  Second floor, unlock and enter.

   went around the house and found no two actors.

   Hearing the sound of the piano upstairs, Zhang Xuan thought about it and went up to the third floor.

   Since Wenhui moved into the third floor, he took the initiative to avoid suspicion, and he has never been here.

   But this time he also didn't plan to go in, he stood at the door and patted the door and waited.

   After a long while, the piano sound disappeared, and a somewhat lazy voice came from it. . .

"Who?"

   "I, Zhang Xuan."

  The door opened in response, revealing Wen Hui's perfect little goose face.

   looked at each other, looking at this pair of black and white full of peculiar charm, the mind was instantly calm, and after a moment of effort, the soul seemed to be purified.

   Without a trace, he glanced at the woman's extremely comfortable figure, and asked, "Is Shuang Ling there?"

  Wen Hui shook her head slightly: "Not here."

   Then, without waiting for him to answer, he continued: "Qingzhu wanted to make seafood porridge for a late night snack, and Shuangling went with him to buy seafood."

   Zhang Xuan asked subconsciously, "Why don't you go together?"

  Wenhui looked at him and said, "There is a performance tomorrow, I have to hurry up and rehearse."

   "Oh, that's disturbing, you continue to practice." Zhang Xuan smiled and turned decisively to leave.

  No kidding, stay and take a look, he is afraid that he will have a dream at night.

   is no longer a first brother, and it would be absurd to dream of someone else, and then his heart would be punished.

   Damn, people like to be cheap, subjectively say they don't want to, objectively often go against their will.

   Seeing people leave, she closed the door and Wen Hui walked to the piano room, only a few steps, then stopped suddenly.

   paused, turned and walked to the bedroom.

  There is a combination cabinet and a dressing table in the bedroom. She came to the dressing mirror and took a good look at her clothes in the mirror.

   After a long silence, Wen Hui took off the beige woolen coat and found a black coat from the cabinet to put on.

  Upstairs to change clothes, Zhang Xuan didn't know, he put aside Qian Shili's "planning book", started reading, and began to brew his emotions.

   intends to write.

   For him now, the sky and the earth are big, and he is not as big as writing, so he has to work hard to finish the book in August!

   is just inexplicable.

   He suddenly remembered the shady house, the two half-human-height golden statues on the shrine when he passed by, and the cloudy eyes of the smoking old man, and he was in a bad mood.

   It's been like this all the time, I haven't gotten into the desired state after 20 minutes of meditation.

  Hey, I'm so depressed, I'm really afraid of what's coming, why can I think of this ghost?

   rubbed his slightly swollen temples, and stood up with a sigh. Just when he was about to turn on the tape recorder and listen to Zhou Huimin's song to distract his attention, the piano sound came from upstairs.

  The rhythm is not intense, and the tune is very soft. Zhang Xuan can immediately hear the song, which is "The Whispers of the Forest".

   Could it be that this Wenhui loves Liszt's songs?

   But don't worry about her, this girl is really good at playing. She closed her eyes and listened for a while, and slowly Zhang Xuan found her state again.

   At a certain moment, I picked up the pen and started to write, Wenquan thought, and wrote thousands of words in one breath.

  Two hours later, the sound of the piano stopped and the east wind disappeared, but it did not affect Zhang Xuan's continuation of writing.

   Around 10:00, Du Shuangling came downstairs with a bowl of hot seafood porridge.

   "Would you like to take a break and have something to eat first."

"it is good."

  Du Shuangling walked behind him, rubbed his shoulders and said happily, "Mom called today."

   Zhang Xuan had food in his mouth and asked vaguely, "Which mother?"

  Du Shuangling gave him a blame and asked, "Then which mother do you think she is?"

   Zhang Xuan can't be fooled: "Everyone is a mother."

  Du Shuangling hummed contentedly and continued: "My mother received the sample issue you sent, so happy."

   Zhang Xuan asked: "Did she praise me?"

  Du Shuanglingyan smiled and did not answer.

   Zhang Xuan was unhappy, "I'm so stingy about her old man, so stingy? Not a single word of praise?"

   Hearing this, Du Shuangling stopped rubbing his shoulders, and naturally stretched out his hands from behind, wrapped his neck around his neck, resting his head on his shoulders, and said playfully:

   "You've ruined everyone's precious daughters. You still want my mother to say something nice."

  Zhang Xuan corrected her: ""Waste" is a misnomer."

  Du Shuangling asked, "What's the use?"

   Zhang Xuan replied: "Change it to love."

  Du Shuangling suddenly asked softly, "Then do you have time to fall in love tonight?"

  Clap!

   The spoon for drinking porridge fell into the bowl. Zhang Xuan turned to look at her firmly, touched her forehead, and said meaningfully, "You don't have a fever. It's the first time I saw you take the initiative."

  Du Shuangling's face was red, she didn't dare to look him in the eyes, she buried her head in his neck, bit her lips and said in a loud voice:

   "My relatives are coming in the next two days. If you want, hurry up and don't pester me again."

   Zhang Xuan almost went crazy with joy, but she couldn't admit it. She took her head out and asked with a smile, "Where am I pestering you, where am I pestering you?"

  Du Shuangling glanced at him, hooked his mouth and said, "Well, then I'll go upstairs to sleep with them tonight."

   At present, beautiful women are rarely interested, and the old man is not a cool person, what else can be said?

   Na! A cross hug, go to the bedroom.

  …

  40 minutes later…

   Zhang Xuan let go of her from a French romance, and asked teasingly, "Do you like it?"

"Um…"

   "Satisfied?"

"Um…"

  Zhang Xuan rubbed her face: "Let's rest for ten minutes, let's..."

"don't want."

  Du Shuangling interrupted her words with a look of horror, struggling to open her tired eyes: "Aren't you going to write?"

   Zhang Xuan Yang raised his eyebrows: "How can you have the strength to work if you don't have enough to eat?"

  Du Shuangling pitifully begged for mercy: "I'm done eating, I'm running out of food."

   Zhang Xuan said: "Cook again."

   "The pot is broken."

   "I will fix it."

  Du Shuangling stared at him silently for a while, then jumped into his arms and said, "How about you find another pot to cook?"

   Zhang Xuan rolled his eyes, "Forget it, I'll go write."

   Rubbing his head in his arms, Du Shuangling laughed happily.

   The two chatted with each other, and Du Shuangling stared at the ceiling for another half an hour.

   And then, no more, the two fell into a deep sleep.

   After three o'clock, there were chickens crowing outside. Zhang Xuanyou, who was worried, got up and went to the study.

   Turn on the light, sit quietly for a long time, and continue to write…

  …

  After 8am, on the third floor.

  Zou Qingzhu opened the door to welcome Du Shuangling in, and asked her curiously, "Shuangling, you look so pretty today, did you use makeup?"

  Du Shuangling's face was hot, and she gave a soft "um".

  Zou Qingzhu then asked: "The effect is so good, what cosmetics did you use?"

  Wenhui laughed dumbly, and said to Zou Qingzhu, "Why don't you go to the kitchen and take a look, the dishes in the pot are almost mushy."

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