1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 167 The Kids Don’t Want This
"Are you the only one living here?" Zhu Lin came in and looked around.

"My whole family has moved to the courtyard house, but I am the only one living here."

"Can you wash your face? My face feels greasy."

"can."

Jiang Xian went to the kitchen to get her a basin of cold water, then picked up the thermos and added some hot water, and finally dipped his finger in it.

"Okay, this water is just right."

"Are there girls living in your house?" Zhu Lin rubbed her hands while splashing water. "I see you are very caring towards girls."

"That's not."

Jiang Xian handed her the towel calmly, "My sister, Jiang Ke, lives at home all the time. I love her very much."

"Not honest, you are not honest."

Jiang Xian changed the subject, "Are you hungry? Let's have dinner later. I'll show off my cooking skills today."

"Don't eat plain cabbage anymore." Zhu Lin wiped her face and couldn't help giggling when she thought of her last experience in Wei Ran Hutong.

"That can't be."

"Do you have any vanishing cream?"

"The windowsill."

Zhu Lin went to the windowsill to look for the Pechoin, opened the lid and sniffed, then turned around and saw a pile of manuscripts on the table, "I haven't seen you post anything for a long time, is this something new you wrote?"

"I was free, so I just wrote a popular story and planned to submit it to Story Club."

"Story Club?"

"A southern miscellany, mainly distributed in Shanghai. It is not common in our north," Jiang Xian explained.

Zhu Lin nodded, picked up a finger, and smeared it on the tip of her nose, forehead, and cheeks. "What's it written?"

“A story about gambling.”

"Gambling?" Zhu Lin spread the Pechoin out little by little, with a look of surprise on her face, "Why did you write something like this?"

"It's popular literature. I write what people like to read. There's not much to it."

Zhu Lin held the manuscript, sat on the edge of the bed, and read a few lines quietly.

"Shanghai's best fighter?"

"Russian roulette?"

She covered her lips and giggled, "What a mess."

"That's just how their magazine is. The more messed up it is, the more readers like to read it." Jiang Xian retorted.

Zhu Lin sat on the edge of the bed, holding the manuscript and reading again. This time, she was attracted by the story.

Jiang Xian started making dumplings stuffed with eggplant again. He summarized his experience with Wang Zengqi and estimated that the reason why they failed last time was because the moisture of the eggplant was not squeezed out.

Another problem is that the quality of the noodles is very poor. The noodles they supply are black noodles with a high bran content and poor stickiness, and the dumpling skins rolled out from them are difficult to pinch.

Busy chopping the stuffing, rolling the dough, and putting the dumplings into the pot, all require careful attention.

Friends who don’t know how to cook dumplings can learn it today. It’s a three-step process. Boil the water for the first time, then add cold water three times. When it boils, the dumplings will be cooked.

"Oh, all right!"

Jiang Xianle was so excited that he picked up the chopsticks and put one into his mouth, "Wow, it smells good."

"Comrade Xiao Zhu, eat."

After calling Zhu Lin several times, she finally came back to her senses from the manuscript in her hand.

"These Japanese are so hateful," Zhu Lin said angrily, "They have no credibility at all."

"Don't look at it yet, eat." Jiang Xian handed her the chopsticks.

"Dumplings? What's the filling?"

"Eggplant. I chopped some meat into it and added a few drops of sesame oil." "Eggplant stuffing?" Zhu Lin's eyes widened. "This is the first time I've eaten dumplings stuffed with eggplant in my life."

"I ate it for the first time yesterday, too."

The dumplings are juicy and fragrant when you eat them.

"Not bad." Zhu Lin looked at Jiang Xian in surprise, then picked up a few from the plate and stuffed them into her mouth.

After eating, he put down his chopsticks and hurriedly picked up the unfinished manuscript.

At first I sat on the edge of the bed, then I took off my shoes, got on the bed, and sat with my legs stretched out against the headboard.

Jiang Xian lay down next to her and took a nap. When he woke up, she was still watching.

It took about seven or eight hours, until it got dark, for Zhu Lin to finally finish reading it.

"Is this the ending?"

Zhu Lin sighed. She had never expected that there would be a twist in the ending. "Your story is not about gambling, but more about brotherhood. The price Ah Tan paid to avenge his brother was too high. The arrangement at the end was really good. Yu Lian discovered the truth, and the whole story was sublimated."

"Writing about the friendship between the underworld in the context of Shanghai Beach will certainly add an extra layer of charm to the plot."

At that time, "The Bund" had not yet been introduced to China. The drama starring Chow Yun-fat and Ray Lui was only broadcast on Jade Channel in the first half of the year. It is considered one of the most successful and classic dramas in Hong Kong television history.

It took another five years before it was introduced to the mainland, where it then caused a huge sensation.

As for the story written by Jiang Xian, it is actually a modification of the background of another movie, which was put into the big framework of Shanghai during the Republic of China period.

“You write really well.”

Zhu Lin was still sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard, her white socks swaying slightly, her eyes twinkling, "I wasn't interested in this kind of article before, but what you wrote is very attractive."

"Is it."

Jiang Xian sat next to her. Zhu Lin felt that the distance was a bit ambiguous, so she moved to the side. Jiang Xian immediately moved closer.

"I'll go make you something delicious." She found an excuse and hurriedly got out of bed to put on her shoes, because there was no floor at the moment, only concrete.

"Yeah~"

Before she moved to the bed, Jiang Xian grabbed her waist and she fell firmly into his arms.

When she met Jiang Xian's gaze, Zhu Lin's face was flushed with rouge, spreading from behind her ears to her neck. She looked at him timidly and said coquettishly, "Stop it, Jiang Xian, you are such a child."

"Children? Children don't think about this." Jiang Xian stared at her with great interest. "When I was a child, I was concerned about how the monkeys fought monsters and saved their master, how Tang Monk went to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures, and how to save all living beings."

"What about now?" Zhu Lin's lips moved slightly.

"Now I think Tang Seng is really stupid."

Jiang Xian chuckled and pinched her cheek, "Good nights are hard to come by, and there are countless people in front of us who need to be rescued."

Zhu Lin's ears turned red and her body felt so weak that she had no choice but to close her eyes and let him bully her.

At the end of the 20th century, the process of clothing change was from the inside out.

Take women's underwear for example. Bras in the late 70s were different from those decades later. They had no underwires or sponge gaskets. They were more like a bra than a bra.

Jiang Xian studied it carefully.

"Mandarin ducks live together and butterflies fly together, the spring scenery in the garden is intoxicating."

The scenery in the Imperial Garden is pleasant and full of spring colors.

Jiang Xian lingered to watch and wished he could ascend the throne and enjoy all the joys of the world. He would be the king and she would be the queen, and they would live together forever.

"You're so annoying~"

After he fiddled with her for a long time, Zhu Lin realized something was wrong, so she struggled to push him away and leaned on his chest.

"How dare you think such a thing?"

"If this gets out, won't people say I corrupted you?"

(End of this chapter)