By the time Parents' Day ended, it was already past four in the afternoon.
None of the parents went home for lunch at noon. They all stayed in the school cafeteria to eat, euphemistically called to experience the children's food.
The lunch was so sumptuous that Zhang Zhong almost wanted Pengpeng to just have lunch at school from now on.
However, he guessed that the usual lunch would not be as good as today, and the school should have put some different thought into it for the parents.
After school, Zhang Zhong was preparing to say goodbye to Liu Feng, but Pengpeng took Liu Minya to his house as a guest.
Liu Minya also wanted to go there. The little girl looked at her father. Liu Feng looked at Zhang Zhong and said to his daughter, "How about we go to Pengpeng's house next time? Your mother will also come home tonight. Let's go back."
Can we have dinner at home?"
Zhang Zhong said with a smile, "Since Minya also wants to play with Pengpeng, I think it's better to go to my house for dinner in the evening and call my sister-in-law too."
"This is too intrusive."
"Then I've already disturbed you last time. It's okay. Give me a chance to thank you."
Liu Feng was still a little hesitant. In fact, he felt that it was not good for Zhang Zhong to take care of his children alone and his whole family to bother him.
Liu Minya tugged on his trouser legs and begged, "Dad, just promise Uncle Zhang."
Liu Feng was helpless by her daughter's begging. He touched her head and said, "You girl, you don't know how to be polite."
He turned to Zhang Zhong and said, "Then I'll trouble you, Brother Zhang."
After the agreement was made, Liu Feng sent Zhang Zhong and others home first, and then he drove back to pick up his wife.
Not long after, Liu Feng and his wife came over carrying large and small bags.
Seeing what they were carrying, Zhang Zhong scolded, "Brother Liu, sister-in-law, you guys are too outsider. Why are you bringing so many things over here for a meal?"
The last time he went to Liu's house, he also brought something, but he only brought two bags of fruit. But judging from the things Liu Feng and the others brought, they should not be cheap.
As soon as Liu Feng entered the door, he heard the sound of a spatula banging in the kitchen, and asked curiously, "Who is cooking?"
"It's my mother."
Liu Feng suddenly realized that he had thought that Zhang Zhong was the only one taking care of the child, but now it seemed that was not the case, at least his mother was here too.
Hu Huifang also heard the sound of guests arriving, came out to say hello to Liu Feng and the others, and then returned to the kitchen.
Zhang Zhong was busy pouring tea for the couple, and then the three of them sat on the sofa and started chatting.
After chatting for a while, Liu Feng asked Zhang Zhong, "What books does Zhang Zhong usually read?"
Zhang Zhong didn't expect Liu Feng to ask this, but when he thought about how he took him to visit his study when he was at his house before, he felt it was quite reasonable.
"I don't usually read much. The study room is empty, unlike Brother Liu's house which is full of people." Zhang Zhong said with a smile.
"Hey, the books in his study are all furnishings. How many of them has he read?" Hong Yujiao asked beside her.
Liu Feng smiled awkwardly, "I've read a lot of them too. How about Brother Zhang take me to your study to have a look."
"Okay, but after reading this, Brother Liu, don't be disappointed."
"Why are you disappointed? Otherwise, I will send you some books later..."
While talking, Zhang Zhong had already pushed open the door of the study room. Liu Feng was a little dumbfounded when he saw the empty study room. He thought Zhang Zhong was being modest about himself.
Because his impression of Zhang Zhong had always been that of a gentle and elegant scholar, it was impossible to say that there were no books in his study.
But when he saw Zhang Zhong's study, he felt a little subverted.
The study was not completely empty of books. There was a cardboard box in the corner with a pile of books on it. Other than that, there was only a table.
However, the things on the table attracted Liu Feng's attention.
He took two steps forward and came to the desk. He looked at the papers covered with writing on the table and asked curiously, "Brother Zhang, did you write this?"
"Well, the graffiti made Brother Zhang laugh." Zhang Zhong stretched out his hand to take away the drafts.
But Liu Feng stopped him, "Brother Zhang, don't be stingy, let me admire your calligraphy too."
"Brother Liu, stop making fun of me."
"I'm really not joking." Liu Feng said seriously, "Although I don't know calligraphy, I really feel good when I read your calligraphy. It feels more beautiful than the calligraphy hanging in my living room."
Liu Feng flipped through three pieces of paper and asked, "Are the words written on these three pieces of paper the same?"
Zhang nodded and said, "Yes, a post from Du Lin."
Liu Feng held the three pieces of paper in his hand and looked at them carefully. After looking at them for a while, he shook his head and said, "Tsk, tsk, it looks good, it looks good, it looks really good. I didn't expect that, Brother Zhang, you are so young and can write so well with calligraphy."
good."
"Brother Liu praised me," Zhang Zhong said modestly.
"It's not flattering, it's not flattering. I think it looks good from the bottom of my heart." Liu Feng said sincerely, and then he said to Zhang Zhong, "Brother Zhang, I have a merciless request."
"Well, you say."
"That's it. I looked at your calligraphy and felt that my calligraphy has lost its flavor at all. Can you give me one of these three calligraphy pieces so that I can hang it on the wall when I get home?"
Go home and hang it on the wall?
Zhang Zhong felt that it was a bit strange to hang a "Manuscript of Nephew Memorial" in the living room, but he was embarrassed to tell Liu Feng directly, fearing that he would feel embarrassed. After all, Liu Feng couldn't see the words on the painting after looking at it for a long time.
What to write.
Seeing Zhang Zhong's hesitation, Liu Feng said, "No way? If it doesn't work, brother Zhang, don't force it."
"It's not impossible." Zhang Zhong reached out and took the three characters from Liu Feng's hand and said, "But these three characters were written by me casually, which is a bit too casual. So, thanks to Brother Liu, I
I’ll write another one for you.”
"Is this some trouble?"
"No trouble, I'll write it to you now."
As Zhang Zhong spoke, he went to get pen, ink, paper and inkstone, spread the paper on the table, picked up the pen and started writing.
From Liu Feng's point of view, the moment Zhang Zhong raised his pen, it seemed that his whole aura suddenly changed, just like the lake water that was originally as flat as a mirror suddenly turned up into turbulent waves.
Shi is a very strange thing, but speaking of it, it is just an external feeling created by posture and movement.
It's just that on Zhang Zhong's young face, Liu Feng saw vicissitudes and hardships that were not for his age, which surprised him very much.
Zhang Zhong didn't know what Liu Feng was thinking now. Since he was going to give it to someone, he had to write it well, and he had already thought about what he wanted to write before he picked up the pen.
"Manuscript for Nephew Memorial" is of course absolutely unacceptable.
It just so happened that he had collected a piece of calligraphy before and hung it in the living room for a while. It was just the right time to write it and give it to Liu Feng.