Zhou Ziwu didn't know that he was just visiting a temple fair, but someone actually gave him a nickname.

If he knew that netizens called him an ordinary citizen, he would probably protest.

What is an ordinary citizen? With our appearance, we must at least be handsome citizens.

I visited the temple fair with the Chu Dahu again, and it was 11:00 a.m.

The square of Badachu Park.

Zhou Ziwu stared at the calligraphy master holding a brush in front of him.

This is the "Blessings into Ten Thousands of Homes" event held by the garden. These invited calligraphers wrote [Blessings] on the spot and gave them to tourists. If there are calligraphy enthusiasts, you can also discuss calligraphy with these calligraphy masters and exchange experiences.

Looking at the old man in front of him, he splashed ink with ease and the smiles from the hearts of the tourists who received the word "Fu" and Zhou Ziwu felt in his heart.

Why are they all have a pair of hands? They can make a living by writing. The same word "dragons and phoenixes" can only be evaluated as "ugly"?

Zhou also wants to save face. It was fine when he was not famous at the beginning, but now he is famous and always says that his handwriting is ugly, which makes people feel depressed.

However, after watching the old man write for a while, he suddenly realized it. At the same time, he felt a vague feeling that his calligraphy might have made a leap forward.

There is a saying: If a person is lying on the bed, his cooking skills will increase. Then he should be standing next to him and his calligraphy will rise.

Isn’t it just to hold a brush on the paper, and then do that, so can I do it.

The old man who was writing was a little furious when he stared at him.

Other ordinary tourists either took the word "Fu" and left, or came up to learn calligraphy openly, but he was standing next to him without saying a word.

"Young man, look at your appearance, it seems that you have also studied cursive script? Why not write a few words on it and let's communicate."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Ziwu nodded and said, "Okay."

He was about to try how far his calligraphy had improved, but suddenly a force came from his arm.

Chu Qingqiu pulled this guy who had no idea about his writing skills and ran away.

She can't afford to lose this person.

She let go of his hand until she was separated from the old man.

"Why are you pulling me? The uncle can see that I am very talented."

Chu Qingqiu said angrily: "It's already dinner time, so don't contact your parents for dinner."

Zhou Ziwu chuckled, "I'm really a little hungry when you say that."

I contacted my mother by phone. After meeting at the entrance when I arrived, Zhou Ziwu took Chu Dahu's hand again and walked towards the park entrance.

When Chu Qingqiu remembered that this guy was really going up to learn calligraphy with someone just now, he felt funny.

Sometimes, this guy is mature and has both IQ and EQ, but sometimes he is like a child. Does it really mean that a man is a teenager until he dies?

After meeting with Erlao, the four of them went straight to the parking lot.

I drove a car and found a restaurant with a good privacy. While waiting for the dishes to be served, Zhou Ziwu's cell phone suddenly rang.

He took out his cell phone and the words "Director Huang" on the screen surprised him a little.

Isn’t it all over the Spring Festival Gala? Why did he look for himself?

The room was full of his own family, so he did not avoid them and directly connected.

"Hey, Ziwu, I know you were going out for a walk today, so I specially chose a meal time to call you. How about it? Didn't you disturb your trip?"

His polite tone seemed to have changed from someone else's politeness, which made Zhou Ziwu suspicious. He didn't want to cheat himself, right?

Otherwise, with his status in the circle, there is no need to be so polite to me.

"We are about to have dinner without Director Huang. But how did you know I was out shopping today?"

Last night, I left after singing and never contacted him again. How did he know his itinerary?

Huang Li fought to laugh and said, "Of course I watched it online. After the song "Heaven, Earth, Dragon Scale" last night, you are now one of the most talked about."

"So that's how it is." Zhou Ziwu suddenly remembered Cheng Yuan, but she didn't expect her to move so quickly.

After thinking it through, Zhou Ziwu said again: "Director Huang, how are you calling me?"

"It's still about "Heaven, Earth, Dragon Scale". After the Spring Festival Gala was broadcast last night, director Li Ming, who was responsible for shooting documentaries for the Forbidden City, contacted me and said he wanted your "Heaven, Earth, Dragon Scale". When the theme song of their documentary, let me ask you for your opinion."

After hearing this, Zhou Ziwu smiled and said, "I have no problem."

On Earth, this song "Heaven, Earth, Dragon Scale" was originally written by Leehom Wang for the Forbidden City documentary and "Forbidden City".

Things were going to be done, and even MV was filmed, but because of a short essay without any evidence, he was deeply involved in the divorce storm and became a "scumbag" and the theme song was replaced by Zhou Shen's "Light".

Later, over time, he was proven innocent, but the opportunity was lost.

Now Li Ming wants to use this song as the theme song, to some extent, this is also considered "returning things to the original owner".

Hearing that he agreed so readily, Huang Lizheng said, "Okay, I'll ask him to contact your studio when you look back, and you will continue to discuss the specific follow-up matters."

"OK."

"Okay, I won't disturb you from eating. If you have any problems in the future, we will contact you."

The phone hung up, looking at the triple-pair of caring eyes, Zhou Ziwu explained: "It was director Huang Lizheng's phone number..."

After he finished speaking, Zhou Wenshan said strangely: "Since Director Li Ming intends to use your "Heaven, Earth, Dragon Scale", can't you just contact the studio directly? Why do you still need to contact you through Huang Lizheng?"

Zhou Ziwu couldn't figure out the problem.

He didn't understand why Director Li had to go around so big. Is he afraid that he would disagree, so he wanted Director Huang to be a lobbyist?

In fact, Zhou Ziwu still has another doubt, that is Huang Lizheng’s last sentence: If you have something to do in the future, please contact us.

The Spring Festival Gala is over. He is a film and television director and a singer. What are the best connections?

However, although he was confused, he didn't say it.

He felt that this might be the scene of Director Huang, and maybe he just said politely and didn't take it seriously.

After lunch, Zhou Ziwu wanted to continue driving with Chu Dahu and his parents to stroll elsewhere, but he was rejected by his mother.

"After all morning, your dad and I were a little tired. You send us back to the hotel, and you and Qingqiu will go shopping."

"Tired?" Zhou Ziwu looked at his energetic parents, "Why didn't I see that, Mom, we'll go back tomorrow. You and Dad will work hard and rest in the evening. For the New Year, let's go out together."

Chu Qingqiu also said, "That's right. Mom, Ziwu and I are going to go shopping. How boring you are staying in the hotel."

Zhang Suyue had a firm attitude, "Okay, don't persuade us anymore, send us both back."

When she was talking, she also thought to herself that when the couple went out to play, they wanted their parents not to follow each other. Why did they turn around when they got to these two people? If they really had that filial piety, they would get a grandson to me earlier.

My mother refused to go, and she couldn't tie her up. There was no way, so Zhou Ziwu had to send her parents back to the hotel.

afternoon.

The two discussed and drove to the Great Wall.

In the morning, I wandered in the Eight Great Hall Temple Fair with a strong humanistic atmosphere, and in the afternoon, I visited the Great Wall to appreciate the magnificent rivers and mountains. Zhou Ziwu thought it was quite meaningful.

Three o'clock in the afternoon.

After driving for more than an hour, the two of them ran from Xishan to Juyongguan Great Wall.

In terms of fame, the Badaling Great Wall is far superior to Juyongguan. The reason why Zhou Ziwu chose this place is precisely because it is small and has few tourists, so he can better appreciate the wonders of the Great Wall.

After a while, the two of them began to climb the Great Wall.

"call--"

Standing on the city wall, Zhou Ziwu held the hand of Chu Dahu, looked at the mountains and peaks in the distance, and listened to the howling wind in his ears, and had only one thought in his heart.

I'm so stupid.

When the Great Wall was coming from this cold weather, it almost froze into a dog when the wind blew. In addition, when I just climbed the Great Wall, I felt a layer of sweat on my body, which made it even colder.

"Let's go, hurry back."

Zhou Ziwu pulled her and prepared to withdraw.

"Wait."

Chu Qingqiu refused to leave. In his puzzled gaze, she took out her cell phone from her pocket and turned on the front camera of the camera.

"Take off the mask, why are you doing with a tense face? Just smile."

She gently pinched his face.

Zhou Ziwu thought she was going to do what she was going to do, so she was going to take photos. Actually, he didn't like to take selfies, but his wife asked her to laugh, so just laugh.

“Kata.”

Chu Qingqiuxian pressed his finger, and after a shutter sound, the smiles of their two people were frozen on their phones.

"Open it quickly and take a look." Zhou Ziwu said.

Chu Qingqiu opened the album and clicked on the photo he just took.

On the picture, the two heads, whose noses were red from cold, leaned against each other, facing the light, and their faces were full of smiles.

Looking at the two smiling faces on the screen, Zhou Ziwu suddenly felt that the Great Wall was not in vain.
To be continued...