The Great Era of Rebirth: 1993 Chapter 865

   Although Luo Xue had a good relationship with him, it was the first time she got into a Mercedes-Benz, and it took a while for her to recover from her strange state:

   "This car is really good, very high-end and stylish, and it fits your identity very well."

   Zhang Xuan replied, "I didn't think about it too much at the time, mainly because I thought the Mercedes-Benz was more stable and comfortable to sit on, so I bought this one."

  Luo Xue reached out and touched the seat, "Do you know how many girls want to ride in your Mercedes-Benz after four years of CUHK?"

   Zhang Xuan looked at her.

  Luo Xue clasped her hands in the air exaggeratedly, "I can't count anything. It's a pity that you are too good, few women have the capital to sit."

   Then she joked to herself, "Now I am also a person who has ridden in a Mercedes-Benz."

   Zhang Xuan was speechless, "Okay, don't compliment me in different ways. If you run out of accumulated vocabulary at one time, how will you praise me next time?"

  Luo Xue agreed, "Yes, I can't use too much force, I have to leave some words to praise next time."

  The car drove forward for a while, and when Luo Xue was looking through the window to select a breakfast restaurant, Zhang Xuan said, "Actually, I came here after breakfast."

"what?"

  Luo Xue turned her head, thought about it, and asked, "How about a cup of coffee?"

   Zhang Xuan asked concerned: "How about you? Have you ever eaten breakfast?"

  Luo Xue said: "Actually, I have eaten it too."

   Zhang Xuan nodded, "Well, let's go have a cup of coffee."

   Hearing this, Luo Xue said to Zhao Lei, who was driving in the front row, "Sister, turn right at the red light ahead, and drive about 200 meters. There is a coffee shop."

   Zhao Lei smiled at her, expressing receipt.

  Luo Xue said to Zhang Xuan, "This coffee shop has been open for some years. It is very famous in this area and tastes good."

   "Okay." Zhang Xuan is not very picky about drinking coffee.

  The reason is that this thing is not particularly appetizing, and I would rather drink tea.

   Entering the coffee shop, the old man asked for a mocha.

  Luo Xue ordered a cup of Blue Mountain, and when the waiter walked away, she said to him very seriously: "You saved me from suffering, I really don't know how to thank you."

   Zhang Xuan waved his hand and said, "Seriously, I originally planned to come in August, but I was too busy to forget it. It's good that you don't remind me."

  Luo Xue said what was in his heart, "Actually, I always thought that you said something to coax me in order to save my face.

   Although I have been looking forward to this, I dare not take it seriously.

   And you are a person who takes care of everything, how can I bother you?"

   Zhang Xuan said: "Today I saw another side of you."

  Luo Xue asked: "Is it like a small air bag, so useless?"

   Zhang Xuan smiled and said nothing.

  Luo Xue sighed, "I know what you mean, but I managed to get into China Guangfa Bank, so naturally I don't want to leave in despair.

   But the reality is cruel. I can't use the temperament of the past 20 years to use it here. A series of things taught me to learn to endure hardship, learn to tolerate, and learn to be patient.

  After graduation and entering the society, I can no longer be a princess in the hands of my parents, I have to be strong. "

   Zhang Xuan listened to it silently, why wasn't he like this in his previous life?

   Only by going through a lot will you grow up.

   After a while, he asked, "What will you do if I don't come?"

  Luo Xue shook his head: "I don't know how to deal with it. Let's stay for a while. If I really don't see a chance to turn around, I will leave and go to a foreign company to fight like Linlin."

   Zhang Xuan oh "Can you swallow this breath?"

  Luo Xue said helplessly: "Before my ability and status can't match my squeamish personality, I have to swallow this breath, unless I choose to die.

  But I am young and a graduate of a prestigious school, so naturally I would not make this choice.

   It is said that all roads lead to Rome. If this one doesn't work, try another one. I think most people will be like me. "

  Coffee came up, Zhang Xuan took a sip of coffee and praised sincerely: "You are mature."

  Luo Xue raised her chin, "That's because you supported me, so I can pretend to be mature. If you don't come, I will hide and cry if I can't go home."

  This is human nature, Zhang Xuan smiled and asked, "How do you think your president will handle this?"

  Luo Xue thought for a while, and answered slyly, "I'll let you know as soon as there is a result."

   Zhang Xuan gave a thumbs up.

  Luo Xue said embarrassedly, "Little Smart, I made you laugh."

   After drinking the coffee, Zhang Xuan took her back to the door of the bank, "You need to read more, study more, and you can contact me if you have anything."

   Hearing this sudden order, Luo Xue was a little stunned, but she said gratefully, "Okay, thank you today."

   "Don't say thank you again, you have already thanked him." Zhang Xuan responded with a smile.

   Before getting off the car, Luo Xue asked abruptly, "Would you like to rent a room for a ride?"

   Zhang Xuan was stunned, looking into her eyes.

  Meeting his eyes, Luo Xue's face slowly turned red, and she lowered her head and said, "The difference between you and me is too great, I'm afraid that no matter how hard I try in this life, I won't be able to repay you."

  Zhang Xuan retracted his gaze and said calmly, "You have shown me your best side today, work hard, and one day you will become a master."

   Hearing this, Luo Xue calmed down a bit, half-truth and half-truth, "I'm still clean now, you don't want to try it out, the favor invested in me will really be wasted, don't regret it when you get old."

   Zhang Xuan smiled and leaned on the back seat, "Then we'll talk about it when we're old."

  Luo Xue opened the car door, and when he put one foot on the ground, he turned around and asked, "This time you came from Yintai Mall, have you seen Ziyu?"

   Zhang Xuan hummed and said, "I saw, I had dinner with her last night."

   Hearing this, Luo Xue closed the car door, stood outside and waved his little hand at him before entering China Guangfa Bank.

   Zhang Xuan saw her disappearing at the door, and said to Zhao Lei, "Let's go, go back to CUHK."

   The car moved, but the old man was silent.

   Having lived for two lifetimes, he naturally has guesses about some things, but he doesn't want to make random guesses about things he cherishes, so everything is good for himself and others.

   He is a person with shallow tears, and is also a person who is afraid of being alone. He hopes that he has a few sincere friends. Such friends he does not ask them to help him, but only needs to accompany himself to relieve boredom in his spare time.

   The heights are too cold, he used to envy this word. Can really stand up, I believe that few people like this feeling.

   This is also the reason why he is eager to help the two social groups.

   Today's self basically doesn't ask people, and even if he asks for something, no one in his age can help him. Everything he does is based on his own heart.

   Just like Luo Xue just now, it is probably true that she is willing to dedicate herself to repay herself, but isn't it Luo Xue's last resort? She doesn't know? She must know. But life doesn't have many choices.

   His mind was buzzing in confusion, and he suddenly stopped Zhao Lei: "Stop."

   Zhao Lei pulled the car to the side and stopped, and followed the boss's line of sight to the subway station not far away.

   This is the Yangcheng Line 1 subway station, which was officially opened two months ago.

   Looking at the people outside the meeting from the window, he felt that he was galloping around now, as if he was about to derail from this world, as if he was about to rust.

   This is not a good sign.

  The foundation of my life is writing. If I lose the soil on which to live, no matter how many ideas I have in my head, I will not be able to write something down-to-earth.

Having written so many books, he deeply understands a truth: it is one thing to fill your mind with ideas of the future, but it is another thing to write them out with the tip of a pen. Converting ideas into words is a very advanced performance. method.

   Gathering his thoughts, Zhang Xuan put on a baseball cap and glasses, and said to Zhao Lei, "Come down with me."

   Just walk away as soon as you say it, very self-willed, and don't want to be in control at all: People take the subway and leave, what should I do with this Mercedes-Benz?

   For him, these are not things he needs to consider.

  There are rows of telephone poles on the side of the road. The first impression of rural people entering the city is that the telephone poles in the city are different from those at home. The poles in the hometown are all wood, and those in the city are cement.

   Of course, the biggest difference is that there are various small advertisements on the concrete pillars.

   These advertisements are gray and white, with the taste of bitter gourd, and full of temptation.

"I am begging for a child with a lot of money. I am Wang Meiling, 29 years old, with fair skin and beautiful skin. She is very attractive. She is married to Hong Kong and Hong Kong. Because her husband is unable to bear children, she is looking for a healthy man under 60 years old in the mainland. A mother's dream..."

  Tsk tsk…

  Look, there is such an advertisement these days, it's a **** insight.

   But don't say it, the person in the photo really has nothing to say, a pure beauty is here, if you don't know the inside story, huh! Take a look and you will be tempted.

   No wonder so many people gathered under the telephone pole, and they were all men.

   Just as Zhang Xuan shook his head, a young man stretched out his hand and the advertisement was torn down.

The uncle next to    was a little unhappy, "I haven't read it yet, I haven't written down the phone number, what are you doing?"

   The young man looked at the uncle with special contempt, and slipped away with the small advertisement.

   This uncle had a sore face, but he didn't dare to make a sound, because the young man had tattoos on the back of his neck.

  The old man with a dog shook his head again and again, and let out a mouthful of rhubarb teeth, "This is a scam, this young man saved you from disaster."

   Uncle obviously didn't appreciate it, so he scolded and left.

  The old man didn't care, and turned to Zhang Xuan and said, "These people, they just came from the countryside and don't understand the depth of the water here, young man, you have to learn well."

  Hey, this is a very enthusiastic old man!

   Zhang Xuan in a good mood watched other small advertisements.

   "Hotel signboard public relations, with a monthly salary of thousands, both men and women."

   "The secret recipe of the ancestral palace, the medicine will cure the disease, and the invalid will be refunded."

   "Crematorium back corpse, day shift 20 yuan an hour, night shift 100 yuan an hour, requires boldness, under 40 years old, please contact 13 if interested..."

   is more about various tracing notices, recruitment notices, and a corpse identification notice.

   Looking all the way, Zhang Xuan discovered a phenomenon, the very popular qigong advertisements in the past few years disappeared, which made him a lot more comfortable. He really couldn't understand the absurdity and distortion.

   After watching a telephone pole, I am really full of memories, wow, many things that are about to disappear from memory come back to my mind, people are too floating and it is easy to forget their origins, so good.

   With a sigh in his heart, Zhang Xuan entered the subway station. Before he had a car in his previous life, he was a frequent passenger on the subway. At that time, he liked this kind of transportation very much.

  The reason is clean, no motion sickness.

  If you are lucky, you can meet a beautiful woman, or watch various small theaters to decompress.

  Line 1, as the first subway in Yangcheng, has only opened soon, and there are really more people.

   But fortunately, it's working hours now, and the fried dough sticks are not deep enough to be eaten.

   Buying a ticket and following the crowd into the station, he didn't specifically want to go somewhere?

  When the car comes, get on it, the right should be to collect the wind, and the right should be to precipitate and precipitate yourself, let yourself maintain your original intention, and return to your self.

   He passed a station safely, and at the next station he was pushed forward by the people who came in behind him. It was good that he didn't move, but his eyes lit up.

   Not only did his eyes shine brightly, but he noticed that the men around him were squinting at a woman in yellow clothes.

  The sky is pitiful, wow, old man, I just take the subway at will, but I didn't expect to encounter such a human being on the subway.

   is beautiful and amazing!

   Objectively speaking, the appearance of this woman is really rare.

   Just after a few more glances, he felt that the coat was a little familiar.

   Seeing Zhang Xuan looking directly at him, the woman in yellow frowned, then turned her head to look out of the car.

Um? despise yourself?

   Zhang Xuan's life experience is so rich, of course he can't see it wrong. The woman's disgust that flashed in the depths of her pupils was still captured by him.

   After thinking about it for a while, the old man came to his senses. When he was shaking his head and watching the advertisement of "Seeking a Girl With Money", the woman seemed to pass by him, and the paper bag in her hand scratched her thigh.

  Although I didn't pay attention to her appearance at that time, this eye-catching yellow dress is still very impressive, because in a large number of people nearby, this woman wears yellow clothes.

   Thinking of this, Zhang Xuan became depressed, and finally met a woman who was pleasing to the eye, and even left a guilt for others.

   A terrible impression.

   guilty, innocent!

  Grandma is a bear! I don't have face anymore, we are people who want face anyway, aren't we?

   Turn around and leave.

  Squeeze! Just as he was about to squeeze elsewhere, he noticed a man with glasses on his left looking at him quietly. There was a lady next to him.

Yo! What a wonderful trip out today?

   The front foot was disliked by the big beauty, and the back foot unexpectedly met Ding Sanshi, one of the Three Musketeers on the Internet!

   Speaking of which, the two are old acquaintances. Although they have never met in real life, they have a lot of water at Pony's horse station.

   Both wear glasses. But one is sunglasses and one is shortsighted.

   Looking at each other for a long time, Zhang Xuan's heart grew up and suddenly said, "Have you never seen such a good-looking man?"

   "Cough cough cough!"

   In a word, the very serious Ding Sanshi broke his defense, and he was choked and bent over and coughed non-stop.

   When the people around him saw Ding Sanshi like this, they all looked over subconsciously.

   Before Ding Sanshi calmed down, Zhang Xuan asked shamelessly again, "Did you recognize me?"

  Ding Sanshi hurriedly waved his hand: "No, no, I was dazzled just now, thinking you were a junior high school classmate of mine that I haven't contacted for many years."

"Oh."

   Zhang Xuan sighed and expressed his understanding: "I thought you were the boss of NetEase, Mr. Ding, but I didn't expect that we all recognized the wrong person."

   After finishing speaking, Zhang Xuan got off the subway. He was scorned by people this time. He planned to transfer to the next one, trying to be in a good mood.

   Watching Zhang Xuan get off the bus, Ding Sanshi didn't say anything for a long time.

   But the lady next to him asked: "Who is he? You seem to be very interested in him."

  Ding Sanshi turned his head halfway: "You didn't recognize him?"

Ms.    scoured her memory and shook her head: "Wearing sunglasses, it's hard to recognize, I don't think I've seen it before."

  Ding Sanshi scratched his head with his right hand: "Blame me, I forgot that you came from the other side of the strait. It's understandable that you are not so familiar with him."

Ms.   , Ding Sanshi's current girlfriend, curiously asked, "Who is he? Why did you keep staring at him just now?"

  Ding Sanshi reminded: "He often appears in newspapers and is the most famous person in Yangcheng."

   After hearing this, a figure flashed in the lady's mind. When the figure overlapped with the black and white photo in the newspaper, she was surprised:

   "Zhang Xuan? Is he the great writer who wrote the book?"

  Ding Sanshi nodded: "It's him."

Ms.   's voice couldn't help but get a little louder: "It's really Zhang Xuan? Can't you admit it?"

  Ding Sanshi said: "Last time I saw his profile at the airport, I can't go wrong."

Ms.    was confused: "How can someone like him come to squeeze the subway?"

  Ding Sanshi pondered for a while and guessed: "Writing needs to be close to real life, I guess it is for inspiration."

   Listening to the conversation between the two, everyone around was a little dizzy. Many people felt a pity that they didn't take a closer look at what Zhang Xuan looked like just now.

   The big beauty lifted her eyelids, her eyes swam around Ding Sanshi and the two of them and continued to look out of the car.

   It's been a long time since I took the subway. Zhang Xuan sat from the beginning to the end, and didn't get home until about 2:00 pm.

  Du Shuangling and Zou Qingzhu have classes and are not here.

  I rummaged around, ate something to pamper my stomach, took a bath and went to the study.

   When he was about to read and write, he thought of Ding Sanshi, thought it was fun, and directly turned on the computer to enter the horse station.

   Never thought, before he said anything, he found that Ding Sanshi was blowing water inside.

  Ding Sanshi: Let me tell you, I encountered an interesting thing on the subway today.

  Pony: What are you cheering for?

  Ding Sanshi: I saw Zhang Xuan on the subway today, guess what he is doing?

   Soldier: That Zhang Xuan who wrote the book?

  Ding Sanshi: Of course, it's not that Zhang Xuan, I'll take a passerby to tell you what's the point

   Wu Ying: What is he doing?

  Ding Sanshi, it's really fun to guess, I didn't expect him to be such a person.

  Pony: No, how could he go to the subway?

  Ding San

  Stone: My girlfriend asked a similar question and I refused to answer.

  Pony.

   Soldier: Are you looking at beautiful women?

  Ding Sanshi: How did you get it right?

   Soldier: What else can you do on the subway? They are all people, either men or women, and they must be looking at beautiful women.

  Pony: Have you been doing this a lot?

   Soldiers have done it occasionally, when they are bored.

   Wu Ying: What I am interested in is, is that woman beautiful?

  Ding Sanshi: Beautiful.

  Pony: How pretty?

  Ding Sanshi: Very beautiful, I can't describe it to you, let me put it this way, I was moved when I saw it.

   Soldier: Your girlfriend didn't pull your ears?

  Ding Sanshi: Don't worry, she has always been very open-minded in this regard, and I appreciate it together.

  Pony: Has this great writer hooked up with beautiful women?

  Ding Sanshi: Hahaha, I just want to share this with you, Zhang Xuan is disliked by others. You know? He looks like a dog, but he is disliked by others! Hahaha..

  p, this Ding Sanshi is not a good thing, it's so bad!

  Wu Ying: Can't you? As far as I know, his charm is boundless. There is a well-known public lover in our circle who is fascinated by him, and can be disliked by passers-by on the subway?

  Ding Sanshi: Absolutely true, hahaha.

   Soldier, did he do something indecent?

  Ding Sanshi: That's not true, that is, wearing a pair of sunglasses and looking at people generously from the front.

  Pony: If it were me, I would take off my sunglasses.

  Wu Ying: If you really take off the sunglasses, I guess this woman can't escape the clutches.

   Soldier: Not necessarily, there are still many girls who are good.

  Wu Ying: Lao Lei, last time I invited you to dinner, you have seen that oriole, do you have any impressions?

   Soldier: Beautiful, impressive.

  Wu Ying: She is the youth of one of our boys, but she fell into the trap when she met the man named Zhang, and she has not yet pulled out.

   Soldiers are so serious?

   Wu Ying: So when I said take off the sunglasses, Lao Ding probably won't be able to laugh, and his teeth will be sore.

  Pony: Money is such a good thing.

  Wu Ying: Money is indeed a good thing, but when it reaches a certain level, talent is more attractive.

  I am the boss, why don't you welcome me today?

  Pony: Didn't notice you coming in.

  Wu Ying: You are talking about beautiful women, who cares about you.

  Ding Sanshi: Boss, I want to share one thing with you, I'm on the subway

  Zhang Xuan silently watched him chatter, thinking in his heart: Before these people became famous, they were still very down-to-earth, not as tall as they imagined.

   Accompanied them to blow water for a while. Zhang Xuan, who felt that there was not enough time, finally withdrew and continued to read magic books and ponder the stories.

   A house in Shaanxi.

  Old Chen was sitting in front of the window smoking at this time. Since "White Deer Plain" won the Mao Dun Literature Award, his whole person's mental outlook has undergone earth-shaking changes.

   Looking at the pedestrians coming and going outside, the sorrows of the past are gone, replaced by leisure and contentment.

   ding bell bell… ding bell bell…

   At a certain moment, the landline phone behind him suddenly rang, and Lao Chen, who was thinking about what to write next, hurriedly got up and picked it up.

   "Old Chen, it's me."

  The voice of Zou Ping, editor-in-chief of People's Literature, came from the other end of the phone.

  Old Chen's heart moved and asked: "Come out?"

   "Come out." Zouping said.

  Old Chen asked: "How is it?"

  Zou Ping said slowly: "I stayed up late for the past few days to read it, and the level is very high."

  Old Chen knows this friend's temperament, and the other party hardly praises people very much. The word "high" almost reaches the limit of praise.

  Thinking of his original "White Deer Plain", Lao Chen only used one word "good" to describe it.

  The thoughts came to this, and Lao Chen said impatiently: "I will come to the capital in the afternoon."

  Zou Ping said: "I have to work overtime tonight, so I don't have time to entertain you. You can go directly to my house when you arrive, and the copy is with me.

  Study, you can see for yourself. "

"to make."

  Businessmen love money, and literati have a soft spot for good works. Now Lao Chen can't wait to see what the "high" level of his old friend is?

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