Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

This night, the old man slept soundly.

Even though he had the woman of his dreams lying next to him, he knew the time wasn't right.

When Wen Hui proposed to take him to meet his grandfather, he suddenly had a ridiculous intuition in his mind. The opportunity for the fusion of their souls and bodies was about to appear, not far away, but not tonight.

So he, who had the spirit of Ah Q, slept heartlessly and soundly.

He fell asleep, but Wenhui couldn't sleep. She lay on the bed thinking about what her aunt had said.

Does falling in love with him mean that you have opened the door to hell?

If he is not by her side, she will have to endure the pain of lovesickness, and have to endure him having sex with other women. This is hell!

But when I see him, I always think that this is my best friend's boyfriend, a man who has two actors. He has betrayed his friendship and is suffering deep in his heart. It's still hell!

Once upon a time, she had hesitated countless times. If she hadn't been concerned about the friendship between the two actors, Wen Hui, who fell in love with him, would definitely use all the means at her disposal to get him completely.

Hell, he is hell! Double acting is also hell! You are in hell!

Hell Wenhui looked sideways at him, this word filling his mind tonight.

The next day, when Zhang Xuan woke up, he found that everything around him was empty and no one was there.

There seemed to be the sound of cooking in the kitchen.

After listening for a few seconds, the old man put on his clothes neatly.

"It's only 7 o'clock now, why do you get up so early and don't you want to sleep more?"

Zhang Xuan asked this question before anyone entered the kitchen.

"It's been light for a while, but I can't sleep." As she said that, Wen Hui put down the lid of the pot in her hand, poured half a cup of freshly boiled water, and then poured half a cup of cold water and handed it to him.

"Eat rice this morning?" Zhang Xuan asked after taking the water glass.

It wasn't that he was surprised, but it was rare to see anyone eating rice in the morning in Shanghai.

Wen Hui smiled knowingly and said, "I've learned a few new dishes. You can try them."

Zhang Xuan smiled and said yes. He was extremely relieved about Wen Hui's dishes.

After drinking a glass of warm water, he asked: "Are you going to see your grandpa today?"

Wen Hui thought about it and said, "I haven't decided yet. I want to ask my grandfather first and avoid my parents."

Hearing that she wanted to avoid her parents, the old man didn't know how to answer the question.

Although he now has status, fame, and money, after all, there is still a gap between a white man's foundation and a family with a profound foundation like the Wen family.

In the past, when he got along with others as friends, he had no desires and demands, and he could naturally come and go freely without being humble or arrogant.

But the situation is different now. The status of friends has suddenly changed to father-in-law and mother-in-law. Moreover, they themselves are not clean, so it is inevitable that they feel guilty.

Wen Hui saw his facial expression fluctuating, and smiled gently and said: "They say that an ugly daughter-in-law will meet her parents-in-law sooner or later. You are scared now. What will you do in the future?"

Facts are facts, but people want to be shameless and cannot be cowardly. He immediately hit the snake and followed it with a stick, "What should I do? What else can I do? I'm not afraid of you, so what should I be afraid of? If they want to be beaten, they will be beaten, if they want to be scolded, they will be scolded. I come from a small rural area, and I have seen countless village tyrants and gangsters, and I can't help but lose my momentum."

After her eyes stayed on his face for a few seconds, Wen Hui threw cold water and asked, "What if my grandpa doesn't agree?"

Zhang Xuan said nonchalantly: "It's natural to disagree, but there is a glimmer of hope."

It has its own chance of survival.

Where is the vitality?

The hope of life is naturally in Mr. Wen's mouth. Since he asks to see him, it means that the road is not dead.

Otherwise, is it still necessary to meet?

The two looked at each other, they were both smart people, and they both knew that Mr. Wen's words could determine whether things would go smoothly for them.

After dinner, Wen Hui went to the balcony and made two phone calls.

A phone call was made to Mr. Wen.

It only takes three tones.

Wen Hui asked softly: "Grandpa, are you up?"

Mr. Wen glanced at the sunrise in the east and said through his teeth, "I've gotten up and am taking a walk."

Wen Hui said: "Is it convenient for you to live there today?"

Hearing this, Mr. Wen, who was hunched over and walking slowly, immediately straightened his body, stood on the spot and asked, "Is Zhang Xuan coming to Shanghai today?"

Wen Hui said: "I came last night."

"Last night", Mr. Wen calmed down and asked again: "Are you at his place?"

In order to express her determination, Wen Hui did not hesitate: "Well, I just had breakfast with him, and I thought I would bring him over to visit you later."

The child is older than the mother.

The determination of his granddaughter put Mr. Wen into a trance, and he recalled the scene when he eloped with her and fled to the Shanghai Concession. The process was tragic. He left his hometown, died of his mother, and lived a miserable life.

Two minutes later, Wen Hui asked: "Grandpa, grandpa, are you still listening?"

Mr. Wen came back to his senses, his tone suddenly softened a bit, and he asked: "What do you have for breakfast?"

Wen Hui did not specify the name of the dish, but said: "The rice I ate made three Huaiyang dishes."

Rice, Huaiyang cuisine

It seemed as if nothing had been said, as if nothing had been said.

The most important thing is breakfast. Rice is not popular for breakfast in Shanghai, but I ate rice, which was Huaiyang cuisine cooked by my granddaughter.

Mr. Wen looked at the time, and it was only around eight o'clock now.

This means that my precious granddaughter got up early in the morning to make sure he eats well!

At this moment, Mr. Wen seemed to see his love for his granddaughter: his granddaughter loved Zhang Xuan very much.

Looking up to the sky and letting out a long sigh, Mr. Wen put the phone to his ear again and said: "It's convenient today, so you can bring him over, but it will be later, I have to prepare something."

Wen Hui had already figured out her grandfather's temperament: "Okay, I'll bring him over at noon."

Before hanging up, Mr. Wen said: "Don't bring things here and there."

"Um."

After the call ended, Wen Hui was silent for about ten seconds, then called Yuan Mei and asked, "You are not on the second floor, where have you been?"

Yuan Mei replied: "I remembered something last night, so I went back to the piano store that night."

Wen Hui said: "I will take him to grandpa today."

Yuan Mei was shocked: "What do you mean? Or does grandpa mean it?"

Wen Hui said: "Both."

Yuan Mei immediately fell to the ground in admiration: "Awesome! Awesome! You are better than my mother! You actually made grandpa relax."

At this point, Yuan Mei continued: "Okay, I know the purpose of your call. I will go to grandpa's place to wait for you.

I will be a cow and a horse for you today, so be sure to hold it in good hands. "

the other side.

When Wen Hui was on the phone, Mr. Wen also showed his wisdom and made a series of calls from the perspective of his granddaughter. He called all his family members and said that he was gathering with old friends today and no one was allowed to come and disturb him.

When Wen Yu received the call, she asked one more question: "Who is it? Dad, I know all your friends, why are you hiding this from me?"

For this reason, Mr. Wen showed off his family status with a shameful face: "Old man, how many days can I live? You still have to supervise me when I meet someone?"

Wen Yu immediately gave in and said, "Okay, okay, I'll follow you, I won't come over."

Putting away her mobile phone, Wen Hui returned to the living room and watched VCD and disc movies with him, without mentioning what happened just now.

Around 11 o'clock, both the upper and lower parts of the movie were finished. At this time, Wen Hui said to him: "It's almost done. Let's go. Let's set off now."

Zhang Xuan didn't say anything, didn't ask anything, turned off the TV and followed downstairs, but after getting in the car, he told Zhao Lei: "Go to the mall."

Wen Hui knew what he wanted to do and interrupted him: "No, grandpa clearly mentioned that no gifts are allowed."

Zhang Xuan turned his head.

Wen Hui helped him solve his doubts: "There are too many people visiting grandpa these days, and the house is full of things. There are all kinds of things, and there is no way to finish them all."

Well, different statuses mean that people die from drought and die from waterlogging. Zhang Xuan agrees with this statement.

Perhaps because they felt cautious and different today, the two of them rarely spoke on the road and were both quietly listening to the car radio.

An hour later, we arrived.

The place is very quiet, there are no densely packed cars, and there are no people coming and going. There are only the singing of birds, the fragrance of flowers and the fluttering willows. The monsoon wind blows on people with an indescribable coolness. It is really an excellent summer resort.

As soon as we entered the door, we met the driver of Mr. Wen, who seemed to have been waiting at the gate for a long time.

The driver didn't say anything, just smiled politely at the two of them and led the way.

Turn left, turn left, follow the bluestone road and turn left again, and then you see a large pool full of lotus flowers, and you can see groups of carp swimming in different colors under the lotus leaves.

In the center of the pool is a pavilion.

At this time, Mr. Wen and Yuan Mei were sitting in the pavilion, with pots and pans on the stone table in front of them.

It was literally filled with pots and pans.

In the center of the table is a pot with almost boiling water without any seasoning.

The pot is surrounded by many white porcelain butterflies. At first glance, there are dozens of them, filled with braised pork and side dishes.

Seeing the two people coming, Mr. Wen didn't get up. He glanced at his granddaughter first, and then settled on Zhang Xuan.

"grandfather."

We are all a family. We have been together day and night for so many years, and we are really familiar with each other. Wen Hui did not give Mr. Wen a chance to suppress his aura, and the other party broke through with just "grandpa".

No matter what Wen Hui shouted, Zhang Xuan followed and shouted without any stage fright.

Knowing his granddaughter's little thoughts, Mr. Wen had no choice but to put away the airs he had not put out and greeted her amiably: "Here you go, sit down."

When Zhang Xuan sat down, Wen Hui looked at the table and said to him: "Grandpa is in a good mood today. You are in a good mood. He will personally make kung fu noodles for you to eat."

Yuan Mei understood and continued: "Yes, it's been a long time since I had Kung Fu noodles made by my grandpa. The last time was probably 8 years ago.

I still clearly remember that my grandpa used to say that Kung Fu Noodles are a particularly delicate way to eat noodles made by hand, and that they should pay attention to "fresh color, true fragrance, good taste and beautiful shape". "

Speaking of this, Yuan Mei asked Mr. Wen: "Right, Grandpa, did I remember correctly?"

The granddaughter took over the conversation to set the tone of "being in a good mood", and the niece was right next to her to praise her. Mr. Wen saw through this little trick at a glance.

This gave him nowhere to get angry or make things difficult. Mr. Wen once again lamented that "women are not allowed to stay in university" and said with a smile:

"The so-called Kung Fu noodles mean that each bite of noodles is cooked in only one bite. Each bite of noodles has the freshest texture just out of the frying pan. Each bite of noodles has a different taste due to different marinades and side dishes. Eat a bite of noodles to the fullest. To the extreme.”

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