Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 252

Even if Wang Meng's question was really a coincidence, Zhang Chong and the others naturally couldn't think of it as a coincidence.

Zhang Zhong sat on the sofa and thought for a while, then searched for Minister Bu on the Internet.Bu Heng's resume is very interesting. He once worked in Huaxia Youth Daily. At that time, he was just an editor, but he published a relatively famous paper, which probably talked about how Chinese culture should be preserved and innovated.

Although the article has been talking about Chinese culture, the core point he wants to express is how to use local literary works to carry out cultural anti-invasion against foreign countries.

His articles are very political, and what he wants to solve is the problem of international public opinion.

Zhang Zhong recalled Mr. Wang's first question: There is no wind and the lotus leaves move.

Can it be understood that Bu Heng has already started some unknown actions to realize his ambition?
If this is the case, why did Mr. Wang tell them this?
Is Wang Meng standing on Bu Heng's side, passing on the message for him, so that Zhang Zhong and the others will be mentally prepared to help when necessary?

It shouldn't be so, let's not talk about whether Bu Heng has the face to let Wang Meng spread the word, and let's say that although they are all important figures in the literary circle, they can't play a decisive role compared to the entire Chinese literary circle. Disclosing this matter to them in advance may not only fail to provide help, but may be risky.

Or, Mr. Wang just wanted to remind them that there is an undercurrent surging now, so that they should pay attention to prevent stepping on thunder?

Zhang Zhong shook his head, feeling that this statement was not very reliable.

Forget it, don't think about it, take a shower first, smell of alcohol and feel uncomfortable.

……

After the guests left, the nanny was cleaning up the dishes, but Mr. Wang was studying carefully with a piece of paper.

If Zhang Zhong was beside him, he would be able to recognize that the piece of paper in Mr. Wang's hand was the same piece of paper on which he had written the answer to the riddle.

"Long Xiang Leopard Change, this Zhang Chong's writing is so eclectic."

Looking at the words on the paper, Wang Meng couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

If it weren't for the fact that many of the characters were written sloppily, Wang Meng even felt that Zhang Zhong was deliberately showing off his skills, and even several places on a piece of paper were written differently.When a person writes fast characters, it is difficult to cover up his original style, that is to say, Zhang Chong's style is so changeable.

For a calligrapher, changing styles is not a good thing. Counting the past and the present, all great calligraphers basically have their own style of writing, which can be seen at a glance.

The style is changeable, in the eyes of ordinary people, it often means that there is no style.

Wang Meng put down the paper, and then sandwiched it in the "Lotus Leaf Collection" bought two days ago.

……

In the new house, all the guests dispersed, leaving only the newlyweds sitting face to face with tired faces.

"Marriage is really tiring." Fang Lili took off the headgear, feeling her neck was a little lighter.

Her husband sat on the edge of the bed and said with a smile, "It's only once in a lifetime, just get tired when you get tired."

"Oh, by the way, I have something to show you." Fang Lili suddenly remembered something, stood up, and walked to the corner, where there were a bunch of gift boxes, all gifts from friends.

She found a painting tube in the middle, smiled and handed it to her husband, "Here you are."

"What is this?" Her husband asked strangely as he took the painting bucket.

"Don't you know if you look at it?"

"Oh."

Open the painting bucket and pull out the scrolled calligraphy and paintings from inside.

"That's a good handwriting, tsk tsk, did your friend give it to you? Whose handwriting is it?"

He glanced at the blank space at the end of the roll, but didn't see the seal, and muttered, "It doesn't look like I bought it."

"It was written by someone else, please look carefully at the signature."

"Okay, let me take a look." The signature was a bit scribbled, and the man had difficulty recognizing it, "Year of the Gengzi...Meng Xia Mo Zhang Chongjing... Congratulations on the wedding."

"This one weighs?"

Seeing her husband's surprised face, Fang Lili smiled and said, "That's Zhang Zhong."

"Honey, you actually know Zhang Zhong?" The man almost didn't jump up.

"Yes, I used to play together when I was young. His mother and my mother are both school teachers. I know you like Zhang Zhong, so I want to give you a surprise. I wanted to ask him for a signed book, but I didn't expect this guy It’s so interesting that I sent a letter directly.”

"Tsk tsk, I didn't expect, I didn't expect that Zhang Zhong and I became acquaintances."

"No, I know him well, you haven't even met him face to face."

"Hey, you and I are not the same person. I will frame this painting later, and it will be our family heirloom."

"It's too exaggerated, and it's a family heirloom."

"It's not an exaggeration at all. Many people want to buy it but can't buy it."

Fang Lili still couldn't understand her husband's excited appearance. Although she knew that Zhang Zhong was famous now, she usually didn't read novels or pay attention to the affairs of the literary circle, so she didn't have a specific idea of ​​how famous Zhang Zhong was. concept.

It was also because her husband liked it that she asked Zhang to sign an important book.

His impression of Zhang Zhong still stays in his childhood.

At that time, Zhang Zhong was good at studying, honest, and good-looking. Other than that, there was nothing special about him.

Who would have thought that now he has transformed into a great writer.

……

Zhang Zhong returned to Jiangyang from Yanjing the next day.

He didn't know whether it was good or bad during this trip to Yanjing. He got a little unspecific news from Wang Meng, but because of this news, there were more things in his heart.

I returned home with thoughts.

Seeing Zhang Zhong coming back, Pengpeng jumped off the sofa.

When Zhang Zhong saw Peng Peng running towards him, all the complicated thoughts in his heart dissipated, leaving only Peng Peng in his eyes.

It seems that Pengpeng cannot do without himself for a day.

He had already opened his arms to welcome Peng Peng's hug, but he didn't expect that Peng Peng stopped in the middle of running and said, "Dad, when you were not at home yesterday, I only ate a popsicle. Today I want to eat Three."

……

Zhang Zhong's open arms stopped in mid-air, and then he did a chest expansion exercise.

"We have agreed that it will become invalid after the expiration date, and we can only eat three sticks today." Zhang Zhong said with a roll of his eyes.

Hu Huifang smiled and said, "Don't listen to her. Although I only ate a popsicle yesterday, I ate a lot of candy. It stands to reason that I can't even eat a popsicle today."

"Oh, forget it, I'll eat two today." Pengpeng said with a smile.

Hearing Pengpeng's words, Zhang Zhong also knew why she reported the situation of eating popsicles in the first place. It turned out that she wanted to win today's two popsicles before her grandma sued her for being black.

This girl has more and more small thoughts.

(End of this chapter)