Liu Feng's family lives in Dafu Villa, and it's only about three kilometers away by taxi.
What his family bought was a villa, the kind Zhang Zhong had seen before.
When we arrived at Liu's house, it was Liu Feng who opened the door.
"Mr. Zhang, please come inside."
Liu Feng smiled and stepped away, then shouted inside, "Honey, the guests are here."
Before the hostess came out, Liu Minya ran out, came up and took Pengpeng's hand, "Zhang Pengpeng, let me take you to see something."
"What is it?"
"You'll know when you get in."
When the two little daughters took the elevator to the second floor, Liu Feng smiled at Zhang Zhong and said, "The last time Minya came back from your house, she kept shouting that an elf gave Pengpeng a cabin. I also checked online.
It took me a long time to figure out what it was, and I just got one for her this afternoon, probably to show off to Peng Peng."
Zhang Chong smiled and said, "Then you should have asked me earlier, which would have saved you some trouble."
"I blame me for not thinking about it." Liu Feng invited Zhang Zhong to the living room and poured him a cup of tea. "My wife is cooking in there, so I guess she won't be able to leave."
"You know I'm busy, but you don't come over to help."
When Cao Cao arrived, Liu Feng's wife Hong Yujiao came out of the kitchen, smiled and said to Zhang Zhong, "Mr. Zhang is here. I'm cooking in the kitchen, and Liu Feng will accompany you."
"You're welcome."
Hong Yujiao nodded and ordered Liu Feng, "Mr. Zhang didn't even know how to wash some fruits when he came. I have to tell you everything."
After saying that, she returned to the kitchen.
Liu Feng smiled and said, "She is the oldest in our family. You sit down first and I will wash some grapes for you."
"Need not--"
Liu Feng had already stood up to get the grapes.
Zhang Zhong sat alone in the living room and looked at the decoration of Liu Feng's house.
He wanted to look for inspiration. After all, his new home would be renovated in a while, but the Liu family's decoration was too expensive and did not fit Zhang Zhong's aesthetics, so it had no reference value.
Liu Feng came back with the grapes. When he saw Zhang Zhong looking around, he smiled and said, "The house was just pretending. I'm afraid it won't catch Mr. Zhang's eyes."
"You're welcome, just call me Zhang Zhong. It's obvious that a lot of thought has been put into the decoration of your house. It's not as simple as just pretending."
In fact, although the overall decoration of the Liu family is a bit expensive, it is still acceptable. However, the words hanging at the back of the living room are a bit out of place with the overall decoration.
Liu Yuxi's "Inscription on a Humble House" is a good piece of parallel prose, but the house in front of me cannot be regarded as a shabby house.
Hanging such a painting in such a magnificent living room always gives people an arty feeling.
Noticing Zhang Zhong's gaze, Liu Feng said, "When I was traveling, I happened to meet a calligraphy master auctioning calligraphy and paintings. I bid for it. I am not an educated person myself, but I still looked at this calligraphy.
It’s quite beautiful.”
The calligraphy is actually ordinary, but the craftsmanship is too strong. At a glance, people can see the stubborn old teacher standing behind the characters, who is limited in technique.
As for calligraphy masters auctioning calligraphy and paintings, it's just a joke.
Many so-called masters, holding the title of vice-president of the calligraphy association, go around auctioning calligraphy and paintings, ranging from a few hundred to tens of thousands, but they come here for profit and leave for profit.
Zhang Chong had seen many such masters, so he naturally scorned them.
He didn't have much contact with Liu Feng and didn't have a deep friendship with him. This was his first time as a guest. Of course, he couldn't disgrace him. He just nodded and didn't make any comments.
Liu Feng saw that Zhang Zhong was not interested, so he said to him, "I still have some calligraphy and paintings in my study. Zhang Zhong, do you want to go take a look?"
Zhang nodded. He actually liked visiting other people's study rooms.
It is said that the eyes are the windows to a person's soul, but Zhang Zhong feels that the books a person reads are the windows to his soul.
If you want to know a person's personality, the quickest way is to see what books he usually reads.
Liu Feng's study room is very large, not much smaller than the living room. In addition to two rows of full bookshelves, there is also a table and a bed.
The two rows of bookshelves are very large, and naturally there are a lot of books on them. Although it is not a huge number, it is definitely higher than the level of ordinary people.
In fact, Zhang Zhong didn't believe that Liu Feng had read all these books. After a few conversations, he could tell that Liu Feng was not a well-read person. He could tell by reading one or two out of ten of these two rows of bookshelves.
He can be considered a good reader.
"What books is Brother Liu reading recently?" Zhang Zhong looked at the ancient and modern Chinese and foreign classics on the bookshelf and asked Liu Feng with a smile.
Liu Feng laughed naively, "Actually, I bought most of the books on this bookshelf just for prestige, and I haven't read many of them. But recently I quite like a writer called Fifth Grade Vegetative Man. I don't know, Zhang Zhong, do you know?"
have no idea."
"I've heard of it."
"It seems that Zhang Zhong doesn't pay much attention to this aspect. The fifth-grade vegetative person has become very popular recently. I have read several of his books. They are really interesting. I am following his new book "Orient Express" these days.
"Murder Case" is about to reach its finale, and netizens are all guessing who the murderer is." Speaking of the fifth-grade vegetative state, Liu Feng seemed quite interested and chatted more.
"I usually don't pay much attention to it and just focus on taking care of my children. Are his books good?"
"It's so good. I can't read those classics, so I like to read mystery and suspense novels like this. It's always interesting. I heard that his "Ten Little Indian Boys" will be made into a movie, and the director is Wen Jinjiang. Everyone is happy
Looking forward to it.”
"You want to make a movie?" Zhang Zhong was a little surprised.
"Yes, the news that just came out this afternoon, the news released by Huayi Entertainment, should be correct."
Zhang Zhong's mouth twitched. He didn't expect Huayi to announce that "Ten Little Indian Boys" would be a movie so quickly. They probably just signed the copyright contract, so they are so eager to promote it?
He didn't read the news online today, so he didn't know about this matter. He only learned about it from Liu Feng now.
"Hey, let me show you something."
Liu Feng's expression suddenly became a little mysterious and proud. He took out a book "Ten Little Indian Boys" from the bookshelf, opened the pages, and took out a postcard from the middle.
Zhang Zhong just glanced at it and immediately knew what it was. The words on it were all written by his own hand.
"The author's handwritten message, I spent 20,000 to buy it!"
Zhang Zhong looked at this postcard worth 20,000 yuan and felt a little complicated.
Liu Feng regarded this postcard as a treasure, held it gently, gave it a glance to Zhang Zhong, and then put it back in the book.
"The author's handwriting is very beautiful. Some people on the Internet guessed that he is at least fifty years old based on this handwriting." Liu Feng said.
Zhang nodded and said, "I think he is at least sixty years old."