The Great Era of Rebirth: 1993

   Chapter 708, the finale of the world (please subscribe!)

   On December 23, 1996, the north wind rubbed into the gentle sunshine, took away the last trace of warmth, and became even colder.

  The weather forecast said that many northern provinces will start to snow.

  Comrade Ruan Xiuqin called and told him that the power was cut off at home and many trees were broken by the snow.

   Zhang Xuan sent a text message to Mi Jian: The weather is getting colder, keep warm.

  See you back: Good. I'm generally in the classroom, dorm and library, it's not very cold.

  Mi Jian sent a text message and asked: I have never asked you, has Shuangling Baoyan succeeded?

   Zhang Xuanhui: It's done, what are you doing?

  Mimi: I just arrived at the library and was looking for books on sculpture.

   Zhang Xuan clearly asked: Are you planning to study in the direction of sculpture?

  Michi: I want to find a job for myself.

  Zhang Xuan: I want to make my statue ready?

  Mijian looked at the text message, smiled and said nothing, and put the phone in his pocket.

   After waiting for a few minutes, there was no reply. Zhang Xuan also turned off the phone, put it aside, and after 20 minutes of concentration, he picked up the pen and prepared to start writing the finale of "The World".

  The finale is expected to be around 5000 words.

   In order to write with peace of mind, I told Shuangling early in the morning not to call him to dinner today.

   In order not to disturb him, Shuangling didn't go anywhere today, just sat reading in the living room outside, waiting for the call from the study at any time.

  This book has been written from the beginning to the end, and the time span is almost two years. Of course, the first three volumes of "A Song of Ice and Fire" are interspersed in the middle.

   But Rao is the one that took the longest time to write a book, and it is also the one that he devoted the most to.

   There was even a faint idea in his mind that after the finale, it would take a month to reorganize the story, and if necessary, it might be pushed to rewrite.

The reason why    is so cumbersome and the reason for excellence is to polish our golden signboard more firmly.

   After all, he has been away from domestic literature for two years, and many people may have forgotten what he started with.

   This is no joke. Now most people mention "March", and their representative works spontaneously include "A Clockwork Girl", "A Song of Ice and Fire" and "Harry Potter".

   The reason for this is that these three books have brought him supreme glory and won a lot of glory for the country, and many young generations regard him as an idol.

   And now he wants to use the "world" to prove that his traditional literature is not just fighting and killing, not only using tricks in the subject matter, but intending to completely seal the critics at the time.

   took a deep breath, and after feeling in good condition, the tip of the pen began to touch the white paper, and the pen roamed, and a rustling sound suddenly sounded in the quiet study room.

   From 7:00 am to 3:00 pm, Zhang Xuan went to the small toilet once, drank a glass of water, and dared not eat.

   Afraid that eating will affect the writing state.

   wrote a total of more than 6800 words.

   But he didn't feel perfect, he felt that some places were too cumbersome, and he used too much pen and ink.

   Twist the neck, soothe the soreness from the neck, then start the examination, check paragraph by paragraph, and be accurate to the point of each word.

   That's it

   Three hours passed in a flash.

The    word count was also expanded from 6600 words to 6900 words, and later compressed to 5400 words.

   He glanced at the manuscript that had been revised countless times in circles on the paper next to him. Zhang Xuan had no desire or desire at the moment.

   put down the pen, looked through the window to the dead branches and trees outside, and looked through the trees to the dark sky.

   After a while, he turned on his mobile phone and sent a text message to Tao Ge: "The World" has been preliminarily written.

   The next second, Tao Ge called immediately.

   Tao Ge asked very happily: "Is it really finished?"

   Zhang Xuan replied: "It can only be regarded as a preliminary, and it will depend on the situation later."

   Tao Ge said: "I straighten out the things at hand and come back in two days."

   Then she added: "I will call Editor-in-Chief Hong to come over with me."

   Zhang Xuan hummed and hung up the phone.

The reason why    told Tao Ge was that she wanted her to come back and have a look, and asked editor-in-chief Hong to come over and have a look and give some opinions.

   After all, people are sometimes very arrogant and arrogant, and it may be easier to recognize the deficiencies with the help of outsiders.

   After thinking about it, out of courtesy and respect, Zhang Xuan called his second editor-in-chief Bole Hong directly.

   As soon as the call came through, Zhang Xuan said, "Are you busy, editor-in-chief Hong?"

   After working in the workplace for so many years, editor-in-chief Hong immediately heard the overtones and asked expectantly:

   "Not busy, have you finished writing your book?"

  Zhang Xuan said: "Yes, the preliminary writing is finished, but there may be room for improvement, and you need your palms and eyes."

   As a senior editor in the literary world, Editor-in-Chief Hong did not refuse in this regard, "Okay, I will come over tomorrow."

   Too impatient.

   Zhang Xuan was speechless, and hurriedly conveyed the meaning of Tao Ge's coming to the other party.

   Hearing the words, editor-in-chief Hong smiled happily: "Well, I'll wait for Tao Ge to come back together, lest you have to entertain guests twice."

   After chatting for about 10 minutes, the call between the two sides ended. Zhang Xuan held the phone and wanted to make a call to Mi Jian.

   I really want to share my emotions with her for the first time.

   Tao Ge and Editor-in-Chief Hong are his work needs, unlike Mi Jian.

   But he gave up after looking back in the direction of the study door.

   only sent a text message: I have finished the preliminary writing in the world, and I really want to hug you.

   Mi Jian, who carved wood carvings in the dormitory, picked up his mobile phone and replied with a faint smile: Congratulations, I will invite you to eat next time we meet.

   In the next second, Mimi pondered and asked: Can I take a look during the winter vacation?

  Zhang Xuan: Yes, but it may need to be revised.

   For Mi Jian and Shuangling, he unconditionally trusts them, and naturally there will be no rejection.

  Mijian looked up at the sky outside: Well, you haven't had dinner yet, have you?

   Zhang Xuan: Not yet, I need your motivation to eat.

  Mijian put down his phone and continued to carve.

  Two minutes later, Mijian paused, put down the knife, and picked up the phone again. Edit: Next time I pretend not to see it, I wish you a great new book.

   Zhang Xuan smiled, a happy smile on his face.

   After clearing up the pen and ink on the table, Zhang Xuan got up and moved his numb legs, opened the door and walked out of the study.

   Hearing the movement, the three girls who were watching the silent TV on the sofa all turned their attention.

  Du Shuangling stood up instantly, trotted over and stopped beside him, raised his head slightly and asked, "Are you finished?"

   Zhang Xuan reached out and picked her up, kissed her face, and said happily, "It's finished."

  Du Shuangling stretched out his arms to hug his neck, with a heartfelt smile on his face.

  Wen Hui's gaze stayed on the two of them for a while, and then she smiled and looked away, and looked at the TV again, but the next second felt inappropriate, so she looked at the two again.

  Zou Qingzhu was much more straightforward, "Great writer, congratulations, I want to eat candy."

   Zhang Xuan put down his two actors and waved his big hand proudly: "Let's go! Let's go to the city and invite you to a big meal and candy."

  Du Shuangling hugged him next door and said happily, "Tomorrow, Huihui and Qingzhu have already prepared a big meal for you to celebrate today."

   "Huh? So good!"

   Zhang Xuan was surprised, and then reached out to hold Zou Qingzhu's hand, "Comrade Qingzhu, thank you!"

  Zou Qingzhu smiled and shook hands with him, "Don't just thank me, there is someone else."

   Hearing this, Zhang Xuan was immediately dizzy, realizing that he was a big dick, and there was another Wen Hui, but the matter had come to this point, he had to get up if he didn't, or he would not be recruiting himself.

   Under the gaze of Shuangling, the old man bit his head and held Wenhui together, and said to Wenhui with the enthusiasm he had just shown Zou Qingzhu, "Thank you, Comrade Wenhui."

  Wen Hui smiled softly, looked at him silently, just nodded lightly and said nothing.

   The two of them had a very tacit understanding, and the time they shook hands was not long or short, and it was about the same time that he and Zou Qingzhu shook hands.

   Du Shuangling said to him at this time, "We've been waiting for you for an hour, let's go up to eat, I'm a little hungry."

   "Okay, if you don't say that I can still resist, if you say that, I feel like people are going to faint from hunger." Zhang Xuan was rude and took the lead and left.

   Seeing this, Wen Hui and Zou Qingzhu followed.

  Du Shuangling was last because she wanted to lock the door.

   His eyes wandered between Zhang Xuan and Wen Hui, remembering that the handshake was just for 4 seconds, Du Shuangling knew that her man still didn't give up on Wen Hui.

   But after four years, Du Shuangling is not in a hurry. As long as her status is not shaken, she will wait for the flowers to fall and die after waves of suitors.

   After all, things like this have happened a lot over the years.

   And she believed that with Wenhui's temperament, she would definitely not easily get involved with her feelings. The better your relationship with Wen Hui is, the less likely you will be.

   Dinner is very rich, 3 Huaiyang dishes, 3 chili dishes, and a soup.

   Sitting around the table, the three women looked at Zhang Xuan in unison, waiting for him to speak.

   Facing the eyes of the three of them, Zhang Xuan said, "Thank you for your care over the years, my medal of merit is half of yours, let's have dinner!"

   After saying that, the old man took the lead to start the chopsticks, and put a large chopstick and pork knuckle in his mouth.

   Seeing him devoured, Du Shuangling hurriedly reached out to help him fix the placket of his clothes, afraid of getting soaked in the soup, "You eat slowly, and no one will **** it from you."

   He didn't eat lunch and was starving. Zhang Xuan blinked at Shuangling and continued to eat.

  Zou Qingzhu asked: "Great writer, when will your book be published?"

   Zhang Xuan replied: "I don't know, I'm going to leave it for a while."

  Zou Qingzhu looked confused: "Why? Didn't you always publish it after you finished writing it?"

  Wenhui looked at him in confusion.

   But Du Shuangling has been with him for so long, and guessed a few points: "Do you want to change? It's better to keep writing better?"

   Hearing this, Zhang Xuan put a piece of lean meat in Shuangling's mouth, "I have this idea at the moment, but I will wait for editor-in-chief Hong to come over and discuss it."

   The four of them chatted and chatted until the last winter vacation.

   Knowing that Zhang Xuan and Shuangling were going to the Shanghai market, Wen Hui sent an invitation to Zou Qingzhu: "Qingzhu, you can go too, the four of us have company."

  Zou Qingzhu was eager to try, and said, "Will I disturb you when I go?"

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   (The 10,000 characters have been changed.)

   Eat first and then modify…

   (end of this chapter)