Zhou Ziwu didn't know that he was just visiting a temple fair and he was given a nickname by someone.
If he knew that netizens called him an ordinary citizen, he would probably protest.
What does it mean to be an ordinary citizen? With my looks, at least I have to be a handsome citizen.
I went to the temple fair with Chu Dahu again, and the time came to eleven o'clock in the morning.
The square of Badachu Park.
Zhou Ziwu stared attentively at the calligraphy master holding a brush in front of him.
This is the "Fu Jin Ten Thousand Households" event organized by the park. These invited calligraphy masters will write "Fu" on the spot and give it to tourists. If you are a calligraphy enthusiast, you can also go and learn calligraphy and communicate with these calligraphy masters.
Experience.
Seeing the old man in front of him swiping his ink easily and freely, and the smiles from the heart on the faces of the tourists who got the word "福", Zhou Ziwu was heartbroken.
Why is it that with only one pair of hands, someone can make a living by writing, but my own handwriting, which is also "flying and flying", can only be judged as "ugly"?
He, Mr. Zhou, also wants to save face. It was okay when he was not famous, but now that he is famous, he is still being told that his words are ugly, which makes everyone depressed.
However, after watching the old man write for a while, he suddenly understood. At the same time, he had a vague feeling that his calligraphy might be about to make a leap forward.
There is a saying: When a person is lying on the bed, his cooking skills will improve. Then I should be standing next to him, and his calligraphy will improve.
Isn't it just a matter of holding a brush on paper and doing this and then doing that and that? I can do that too.
The old man who was writing was a little embarrassed by his stare.
Other ordinary tourists would either take the word "福" and leave, or come up to discuss calligraphy openly, but he stood beside him the whole time without saying a word.
"Young man, from the look of you, you seem to have studied cursive writing? Why don't you come up and write a few words so that we can communicate."
Hearing this, Zhou Ziwu nodded and said, "Okay."
He was about to test how far his calligraphy had improved, when suddenly there was a surge of strength in his arm.
Chu Qingqiu dragged this guy who had no idea about his writing skills and ran away.
She couldn't afford to lose this person.
She didn't let go of his hand until she was separated from the uncle by a sea of people.
"Why are you pulling me? You can see that I'm extremely talented."
Chu Qingqiu said angrily: "It's already dinner time, why don't you contact your parents for dinner?"
Zhou Ziwu sneered, "When you say that, I'm really a little hungry."
After contacting his mother on the phone and meeting at the entrance where they came, Zhou Ziwu took Chu Dahu's hand again and walked to the park entrance.
Chu Qingqiu felt funny when he remembered that this guy was really planning to go up and compete with others in calligraphy just now.
Sometimes, this guy acts mature and has high IQ and EQ, and sometimes he acts like a child. Does this really mean that a man will remain a boy until he dies?
After meeting up with the two elders, the four of them went straight to the parking lot.
Driving to find a more private restaurant, while waiting for the food to be served, Zhou Ziwu's cell phone suddenly rang.
He took out his mobile phone and saw the word "Huang Dao" on the screen, which surprised him a little.
Isn’t the Spring Festival Gala over? What is he looking for?
There were all his family members in the room, so he didn't avoid them and connected directly.
"Hey, Ziwu, I know you are going out for a walk today, so I specially chose a meal time to call you. How about it? I won't disturb your play, right?"
He seemed to have changed his polite tone from a different person, which inevitably made Zhou Ziwu suspicious. Wasn't he trying to trick him?
Otherwise, given his status in the industry, there is no need to be so polite to him.
"No Director Huang, we are just about to have dinner. But how did you know that I was out for a walk today?"
Last night, I left immediately after singing and never contacted him again. How did he know about his itinerary?
Huang Lizheng smiled and said: "Of course I watched it from the Internet. After the song "Heaven and Earth Dragon Scale" last night, you are now one of the most talked about people."
"So that's it." Zhou Ziwu suddenly thought of Cheng Yuan, but he didn't expect her to move so quickly.
After thinking about it, Zhou Ziwu said again: "Director Huang, are you going to call me now?"
"It's still about "Dragon Scales of Heaven and Earth". After the Spring Festival Gala was broadcast last night, director Li Ming, who was responsible for filming the documentary for the Forbidden City, contacted me and said that he wanted your "Dragon Scales of Heaven and Earth" to be the theme song of their documentary.
Let me ask for your opinion."
After hearing this, Zhou Ziwu smiled and said, "I have no problem."
On Earth, the song "Dragon Scales of Heaven and Earth" was originally composed by Leehom Wang for the Forbidden City documentary, "The Forbidden City".
Things were about to be done, and even the MV was filmed, but because of an unfounded essay, he fell into a divorce turmoil and became a "scumbag". The theme song was also changed to Zhou Shen's
"bright".
Later, as time passed, he was proven innocent, but the chance was lost.
Now Li Ming wants to use this song as the theme song. To a certain extent, this can be regarded as "returning the property to its original owner".
Hearing that he agreed so readily, Huang Li argued: "Okay, I will ask him to contact your studio later, and you can discuss the specific follow-up matters."
"OK."
"Okay, I won't disturb your meal. If anything happens in the future, we will contact you."
After hanging up the phone, looking at three pairs of concerned eyes, Zhou Ziwu explained: "It's Director Huang Lizheng's call..."
After he finished speaking, Zhou Wenshan said strangely: "Since Director Li Ming intends to use your "Dragon Scales of Heaven and Earth", why can't he contact the studio directly? Why should he contact you through Huang Lizheng?"
Zhou Ziwu also couldn't figure out his father's problem.
He also didn't understand why Director Li wanted to go around in such a big circle. Was it because he was afraid that he would disagree, so he wanted Director Huang to be a lobbyist?
In fact, Zhou Ziwu still had another doubt, and that was Huang Lizheng's last sentence: Contact me if you have anything to do in the future.
The Spring Festival Gala is over. He is a film and television drama director and he is a singer. What can he contact?
However, although he had doubts in his heart, he did not speak out.
He felt that this might be Director Huang's remark in a casual way, and maybe he just said it casually and didn't take it to heart.
After lunch, Zhou Ziwu wanted to continue driving and take Chu Dahu and his parents to go shopping elsewhere, but his mother refused him.
"After shopping all morning, your dad and I are a little tired. You can take us back to the hotel, and you and Qingqiu can go shopping."
"Tired?" Zhou Ziwu looked at his parents who were in high spirits, "Why didn't I see it? Mom, we will go back tomorrow. No matter how hard you and dad work, you can rest at night. This is the Chinese New Year, and we will be together as a family.
Go out for a walk."
Chu Qingqiu also said: "That's right. Mom, Ziwu and I are going shopping. It's so boring for you to stay in the hotel."
Zhang Suyue's attitude was firm, "Okay, don't try to persuade me, just send us back."
While talking, she secretly thought to herself that when the young couple went out to play, they wished their parents wouldn't follow them. Why did it happen the other way around? If you really have that kind of filial piety, you should get a grandson for me to hold as soon as possible.
Mom was determined not to go, and she couldn't be tied up. So Zhou Ziwu had no choice but to send her parents back to the hotel.
afternoon.
The two discussed it and drove to the Great Wall.
In the morning, I wandered around the culturally rich Badachu Temple Fair, and in the afternoon, I visited the Great Wall to admire the magnificent rivers and mountains. Zhou Ziwu found it quite meaningful.
Three o'clock in the afternoon.
After driving for more than an hour and covering dozens of kilometers, the two of them arrived at the Juyongguan Great Wall from Xishan.
In terms of fame, Badaling Great Wall far surpasses Juyongguan, and the reason why Zhou Ziwu chose this place is precisely because it is less famous and has fewer tourists, so he can better appreciate the majesty of the Great Wall.
After lingering at the foot of the mountain for a while, the two began to climb the Great Wall.
"call--"
Standing on the city wall, Zhou Ziwu held Chu Dahu's hand, looked at the mountain peaks in the distance, listened to the whistling wind in his ears, and had only one thought in his mind.
I am so silly.
It was a very cold day when we came to the Great Wall. When the wind blew, we almost froze to death. In addition, when we just climbed the Great Wall, I had a layer of sweat on my body, which made it even colder.
"Let's go, go back quickly."
Zhou Ziwu pulled her and prepared to retreat.
"Wait."
Chu Qingqiu refused to leave. Under his puzzled gaze, she took out her mobile phone from her pocket and turned on the front camera.
"Take off the mask. Why are you so sullen? Smile."
She pinched his face gently.
Zhou Ziwu thought she was going to do something, but it turned out that she wanted to take pictures. He actually didn’t like taking selfies, but his wife asked him to laugh, so he just smiled.
"Kacha."
Chu Qingqiu pressed it with her slender fingers, and after a shutter sound, the smiling faces of the two were frozen on the phone.
"Open it quickly and take a look." Zhou Ziwu said.
Chu Qingqiu opened the photo album and clicked on the photo he just took.
On the screen, two heads with red noses from the cold are leaning together, facing the light, with smiles on their faces.
Looking at the two smiling faces on the screen, Zhou Ziwu suddenly felt that this trip to the Great Wall was not in vain.
"Oh no, my hair is messed up by the wind, and the angle is not good. It's ugly. Here's another one. I'll delete this one."
"Don't delete it, just this one." Zhou Ziwu stopped her and said.
Chu Qingqiu said: "This one is too ugly."
"No matter how ugly she is, she's obviously very good-looking."
"Huh, you must have wanted to get down quickly, so you lied to me."
Zhou Ziwu raised his right hand, pressed his thumb against his little finger, raised the other three fingers, and shouted loudly to the sun in the sky: "I swear to that sugar-man piggy in the car, what I just said was definitely from the bottom of my heart."
I speak from the bottom of my heart. Chu Qingqiu is the most beautiful woman in the world...well"
Chu Qingqiu covered his mouth, her face was red, and she didn't know whether it was due to the wind or some other reason, "You are going to die, but there are still people here. You are not ashamed of the most beautiful thing in the world."
Taking her hand off her mouth, Zhou Ziwu chuckled and said, "Why are you so embarrassed that you won't tell the truth?"
"Oh, you still said that."
Chu Qingqiu wanted to cover his mouth again, but he couldn't stop the smile on his face.
…
"Squeak~"
The car stopped, looking at the red light ahead, Zhou Ziwu pulled the handbrake, watched the co-pilot looking quietly at Chu Dahu outside the window, and asked: "What are you thinking about?"
Chu Qingqiu turned his head, looked at his concerned eyes, shook his head and said with a smile: "It's nothing."
"Can't even I say it?" Zhou Ziwu asked.
Chu Qingqiu shook his head again and said with a smile: "Actually, it's okay. It's just that I miss my grandparents a little bit."
She has not been home for the Spring Festival for four consecutive years, and this year is the fifth Spring Festival. She has been busy with work in the previous four years, but this year, she could go home to visit her elders, but she was here to fall in love with Zhou Zhiwu.
The two old men were at home, and they must be thinking about their granddaughter.
She felt as if she was a heartless person.
"If you want them, go back. I'll go with you." Zhou Ziwu said, "I also want to see grandma."
As for why you don't say you miss your grandpa, that arrogant granddaughter treats him as an "enemy". Who would think of such an old man?
Chu Qingqiu's eyes lit up, "Really?"
As she said that, she shook her head again, "I'd better go back by myself. Didn't Director Li Ming contact you about the song at noon? In case he needs your cooperation in shooting some music videos or something like that."
"Then let him wait." Zhou Ziwu said firmly.
This would be Li Ming begging to use his song, not him begging Li Ming.
"Besides, I think you are overly worried. He was shooting a documentary about the Forbidden City, so the MV must have been shot in the Forbidden City. The Forbidden City has a good business with tourists during the Chinese New Year. How could it be possible to rent it to him for filming? So, even if he wanted to find someone
My music video shooting will have to wait until after the new year at the earliest."
After hearing his analysis, Chu Qingqiu also came to his senses.
Yes!
"drop--"
The sound of a whistle from behind interrupted their thoughts. Zhou Ziwu looked up and saw that the light was green. He quickly put down the handbrake and started the car.
…
On the third day of the Lunar New Year, many people are still visiting relatives.
Visiting relatives is also the favorite part of the Chinese New Year for children, because not only can they play with many friends, but they can also receive red envelopes.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Although these red envelopes basically go into the pockets of the parents in the end, at least the moment they receive them from the elders is a happy one.
Qifeng Village, Caiyun City.
Everyone is celebrating the New Year happily, but the Chu family welcomes the most annoying person to Chu Weiguo.
"well--"
Looking at the middle-aged man in front of him, Chu Weiguo let out a long sigh and said, "I have told you many times, and I will repeat it for the last time today."
"You, Chu Tianfeng, and I, Chu Weiguo, have nothing to do with each other. You should never come home again. This is no longer your home. Do you understand?"
"I understand." Chu Tianfeng nodded, "Dad... no, Uncle Chu, you see it's quite cold today. I just want to drink a cup of hot water, okay?"
Chu Weiguo sighed again, turned back to Ren Xiuying and said, "Go and get him a glass of water."
Ren Xiuying turned around and entered the room. After a while, she came out with a cup of hot water.
"Here, after drinking, you can leave. You live your life, and we live ours. Don't interact with us anymore."
Her words gave Chu Tianfeng another blow to his heart.
Taking the hot water from her hand, he drank the water as slowly as possible, returned the water glass to his mother, turned around and left.
Just when the second elder thought he was finally leaving, he came through the alley again with a bunch of gifts in his hands.
"Thank you uncle and aunt for letting me drink water. Please accept these things."
Chu Weiguo snorted coldly, "Don't play this trick with me, take your things and leave!"
Chu Tianfeng shook his head firmly, "If you don't accept it, I won't leave."
While he was looking at the old man, he suddenly saw a surprise smile on his mother's face.
Has mom forgiven herself?
He felt happy, but the next second, he heard his mother saying behind him: "Qingqiu!"