MTL - The Great Era of Rebirth: 1993-Chapter 1006 , no weak hand

  Chapter 1006, no weak hands

   Kung fu noodles?

  Zhang Xuan was a little stunned. He had heard of Kung Fu tea before, but this was the first time he had heard of Kung Fu noodles.

   After a while, the full set of kung fu noodles is on the table.

  Wen Hui took a mouthful of noodles and a few slices of green vegetables, boiled them for a while, took them into a small bowl, poured marinade on them, served them with side dishes, and handed them to him.

   said: "It's just like this, you have a taste."

  Zhang Xuan put the whole thing into his mouth in one mouthful, and said before eating: "Good! Delicious!"

   It’s not that he is perfunctory and flattering, the first taste, the experience is great, and the taste buds on the tip of the teeth retain all the previous feelings.

  The noodles are good, but he understands better that the brine and side dishes are the essence of Kung Fu noodles.

  Watching his greedy eating, Wenhui's heart was full of tranquility.

  Zhang Xuan took a mouthful of noodles himself and said, "You eat too."

  At this time, old man Wen just watched the two of them quietly, without making a sound.

   After a meal of kung fu noodles, the four of them didn't talk much. They ate one pot after another, and didn't stop to rest until they were tired.

   Taking advantage of the break, Mr. Wen suddenly asked him: "I think other writers are locked in the room during the creation period and write with peace of mind. If you run around all day doing other things, won't your creation be affected?"

  When he first heard this question, the old man was a little dazed and confused. After all, in his habitual thinking, a person of Mr. Wen's background and background is an expert.

  Well, the question asked is not so superior, but it can't be so simple and mediocre.

  But after he chewed it twice, he slowly came back to it.

   How could this be about asking him to write?

   It is clear that he uses writing to poke his heart directly. The focus is not on writing, but on "running around" and "other careers".

  Who is running around?

   Impetuous people, people who live in no fixed place, people who are philandering, love to run around.

  What is other business?

  Related to the purpose of the other party calling me today, it is self-evident, referring to women.

  Other careers refer to women, which means that he has many women and that he is a playboy.

   A little deeper, isn't it just saying that he has so many women, so he shouldn't provoke his granddaughter?

  Or the other way around, other women refer to other careers, Wen Hui is writing, and Mr. Wen is testing him: can he abandon other careers for this writing?

  Thinking of this, the old man almost spat out his old blood. You can't bear it for a second just after you eat this delicious Kung Fu noodles?

   Just rushing to see you?

   What the **** is the Hongmen Banquet!

  Facing the gazes of Wen Hui, Mr. Wen and Yuan Mei, Zhang Xuan replied with a turbulent heart but a calm surface:

"Individuals and countries are the same to a certain extent. Each country formulates different national policies according to different national conditions, and each individual has his own specific methods. It is a waste of time to run around, but you can also see different cultural customs along the way. , I have learned a lot, which is quite beneficial to creation.”

  Zhang Xuan's answer was not leaking, and his attitude was very clear: You are a big boss, and I use the country to describe you; I am from Lower Liba, and I can't compare to you, but I insist on being myself.

  Old Man Wen understood his meaning almost instantly, and asked again: "The country formulates national policies according to national conditions, do you have research?"

  Hearing this, Zhang Xuan really wanted to slap himself to death, and thought to himself that this old man is not up to the mark! Grandma is a bear, how could she be so stubborn?

   What is the focus of this old man on Lao Shizi’s national conditions and national policies? The key point is obviously to learn different humanistic styles and create creations!

   Talking about national conditions and national policies in front of people like you, isn’t it courting death?

   Didn't you dig a hole and bury yourself?

  I thought that the answer was comprehensive, but I didn't expect that the other party would not play cards according to the rules, so I felt tired.

  But the matter has come to this point, for the sake of my own face, for the sake of Wenhui, I have to bite the bullet and go on. But he will not be so stupid as to really talk about national conditions and national policies, that is to be a clown.

  So he shifted the concept slightly: "The so-called national conditions and national policies are actually just a conceptual division of cultural attributes."

   Now it's Mr. Wen's turn to be stunned, "The concept division of cultural attributes? This is a new word, tell me."

  Hearing the conversation between the two, Yuan Mei couldn't help but look at Wen Hui and asked with his eyes: What's going on? I have long known that grandpa is not reliable, why is your man also unreliable? How can I cover for you if this continues? I can't even talk about this topic, so how can I make fun of it?

  Wen Hui couldn't keep up with the thinking of the two of them at the moment, her nimble little mouth beeped slightly, and she half got up and poured a cup of tea with the three of them.

  Seeing her cousin's indifference, Yuan Mei secretly sighed, thinking that the emperor is really not in a hurry and the eunuchs are in a hurry.

   Didn't pay attention to the micro expressions of the two women next to him, and the old man who couldn't show his timidity could only start talking about tiger skin based on what he saw and learned in later generations:

   "Perspective society has three levels: technology, system and culture. As small as a person, as large as a nation or a country, any kind of destiny is ultimately the product of that cultural attribute.

  A strong culture creates the strong, and a weak culture creates the weak. This is the current situation and the law, which does not depend on human will. "

  Master Wen thought about Xiao Xu and asked, "What is a strong culture, and what is a weak culture?"

  Zhang Xuan said: "A strong culture is a culture that follows the laws of things; a weak culture is a culture that relies on the moral expectations of the strong to make exceptions, and it is also a culture that expects a savior.

  Strong culture is called "cheats" in martial arts, while weak culture has become a popular variety because it is easy to learn, understand, use, and dependent. "

  Hearing this, Mr. Wen retorted: "It's really different for people with great knowledge to swear and refute. It's really hard to get rid of the pungent and mean skin of a literati."

  Zhang Xuan acquiesced, just looked at each other like that.

  He had no choice but to be forced. Now that Tong Wenhui has come to this point, he will naturally not let go.

I do not care who you are? No matter how high the opponent is? It's fine for him to pretend to be stupid at ordinary times, but at the critical moment, he has to face the difficulties and move forward bravely.

  In his view, a lot of things lie in fighting for things, and in human efforts, if there is a slight chance, we must fight hard.

  The old and the young looked at each other for a long time across the table, and Mr. Wen asked again: "You speak very thoroughly, but so what? How do you use it?"

  Zhang Xuan said: "Nothing is used, everything is used."

  Old man Wen asked: "If you don't use anything, you can understand it; what if you don't use anything? Give me an example."

Zhang Xuan pondered for a while, and said: "Take my spiritual field as an example, such as the cultural industry. Literature, film and television are the art of pulling the soul. If the creation of literature and film and television can crack the cultural code of a higher thinking space, then Its effect is to enlighten people's consciousness and shake people's souls. This is what all living beings need, namely merit, market and fame.

  The huge profits of this kind of spiritual salvation are completely equivalent to the huge profits generated by other despicable means, and there are not so many tricks, and there is no psychological cost and legal risk. "

  Old Man Wen nodded and smiled, remained silent for a while, picked up the teacup in front of him and drank it in one gulp, put down the cup, and said, "Listen to Huihui, your family feeds two dogs?"

Zhang Xuan felt relieved, and the other party suddenly mentioned dogs. It seemed that he had gotten away with it, and returned: "My mother and her old man love dogs, and they feed one black and one yellow. It's just a pity, the loyal old Huang The dog is old and has done his duty."

   At this point, the old and the young all know it well.

  Zhang Xuan understood that not only did he get away with it, but he also gained the recognition and respect of the other party, so it was a veiled showdown, and it was his fault that the yellow dog had an accident.

  Of course, this respect is different from general respect, and it can be regarded as an equal level of attention.

  Although Zhang Xuan misses the old yellow dog, his **** decides his head. It is impossible for him to abandon Wenhui for the sake of the yellow dog, so he pretends not to understand and is confused.

   Oops, pretending to be confused again, this is the way he is used to, and it is also a state.

  The tense moment passed, and then the four of them returned to the normal mode, chatting relaxedly and happily for half an hour.

Suddenly, Mr. Wen's throat tightened, he paused, and swallowed back the blockage in his throat. He struggled to endure the severe pain in his abdomen, and dragged himself to find a suitable opportunity to say to Wen Hui and Yuan Mei: "It's time, Grandpa is a little tired and needs to sleep."

  Wen Hui looked at the time, it was around 1:30 in the afternoon, this was the usual nap time for grandpa, no doubt there was it, and immediately helped the old man into the bedroom with Yuan Mei from left to right.

   A few minutes later, the two women came out.

  Wen Hui said to him: "Let's go, let's go home."

  Zhang Xuan nodded, turned around without saying a word.

  Leaving the villa and returning to the car, Yuan Mei suddenly asked the two of them: "What is the attitude of Grandpa today? Have you passed it? Or not?"

  Wen Hui glanced at Zhang Xuan, and said tactfully, "Grandpa didn't keep me."

  Yuan Mei had an epiphany: "I didn't keep you, but let you go with our great writer, so this is over?"

  Wen Hui said: "It's considered a pass, but it's not a pass."

  Yuan Mei asked: "Ah? Why do you say that?"

  Wen Hui shook her head: "Grandpa will explain the specific things later."

  Yuan Mei listened thoughtfully, "It means that grandpa will still talk to you alone? Talk openly and openly?"

  Wen Hui didn't answer.

   Seeing this, Yuan Mei changed his partner: "Great writer, you fought with my grandfather all afternoon, I didn't fully understand, what are your chances of winning?"

  Zhang Xuan stretched out his hand to grab Wen Hui's little hand, and used the attribute of a magic stick: "This is a secret, it cannot be said."

  Looking at his appearance, Yuan Mei suddenly became confident, and then asked worriedly: "Even if grandpa passed this level, what about uncle and aunt's level? Have you ever thought about it?"

  Hearing this, Zhang Xuan and Wen Hui looked at each other silently, turned their heads at the same time, and looked out of the car window.

   Yuan Mei was so angry that he wanted to curse.

  …

  The car went all the way forward, and when it passed Yintai Mall, Yuan Mei got out of the car early because of something.

  Watching her cousin off, Wen Hui asked, "When will you go back to Yangcheng?"

  Zhang Xuan counted the days: "Tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow."

  Unexpectedly, Wen Hui said: "It's still early, you can go today."

   "Huh?" Zhang Xuan looked puzzled.

  Wen Hui opened her mouth, opened her mouth, and finally said: "There are only three days until the National Day, and I have to go home."

  After speaking, she added another sentence: "Auntie will come back from the United States tonight, and I will definitely not be able to accompany you."

  The old man understands, the second half of her sentence is a supplement, it is superfluous, and her original intention is to hope that she can spend more time with Shuang Ling when she goes back.

  After all, the National Day is coming soon, and she is not sure whether she can get along with Shuangling peacefully after the National Day is over?

  So, she chose to "return to Zhao intact" in order to reduce a sense of guilt.

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   (The further you get to the back, the harder it is to write. Sometimes it takes a long time to sit dry. It really kills me.)

  (end of this chapter)