Except for Zhang Zhong, who didn't take it seriously, many people paid special attention to the fact that two fifth-grade vegetable books entered the top ten of the annual new book sales list.
Although it is rare for two books to be published within one year, and both of them enter the top ten of the new book sales list, it is not unprecedented.
Five years ago, Xanthium Yu Dongyu wrote three books in one year, all of which entered the top ten on the sales list, and two of them ranked first and third respectively.
Looking at it this way, the fifth-grade vegetative result seems not worth mentioning.
However, the three books on Xanthium that entered the top ten sales lists that year were all released before October of that year.
However, the two books "Fifth Grade Vegetation" happened to be after October, leaving him only three months. Among them, "Ten Little Indian Boys", which just entered the top ten, was released at the end of last month. So far,
It has only been on sale for a month so far.
Although there is no record in the data, anyone with a discerning eye can see the extraordinary things in it.
Of course, there is another special feature, that is, the fifth-grade Vegetarian is a newcomer to the literary world who only came out this year, and these two books are only his first and second books.
But because of the current fame of fifth-grade vegetative patients, many people have forgotten this.
Some malicious media linked the upcoming Chinese Detective Master Award to this news.
It's just that without the bonus of the navy army, the fans of the fifth-year vegetative people didn't pay attention to this kind of news at all, so the media's purpose of stirring up trouble was not achieved.
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After Yang Huaiyong returned to his office, he poured himself a cup of tea, and then took out the piece of paper sandwiched in the book.
He didn't know why, but just looking at a student's homework, he felt a little excited.
Probably, it's because he hasn't read any serious homework for a long time.
After taking over the screenwriting class, he initially assigned homework and the students handed it in. Later, he found that these students were too confused and had no intention of assigning homework anymore.
As for this student, he specifically asked the monitor of the screenwriting class. He seemed to be an auditor, and he didn't know where he came from.
But no matter what your background is, as long as you are willing to listen carefully to the class, then it will be fine.
The assignment assigned in the last class was to write about my reflections after reading the script of "In the Woods". This was not a difficult assignment.
Yang Huaiyong opened the piece of paper and wrote a page eloquently on it, and then his eyes lit up.
"Good words!"
Yang Huaiyong couldn't help but scream because the handwriting was so beautiful.
It's just that the writing style of this word is majestic and full of gestures. It's hard to imagine that it was written by a young man in his twenties.
Among the screenwriters, there are many good-looking calligraphers. The first teacher in their college, Shi Taoshi, can write with strong handwriting, but Yang Huaiyong always feels that the handwriting in front of him is better than Shi Tao's handwriting.
Regardless of the content, this word alone has already conquered Yang Huaiyong.
Of course, the most important thing is the content.
Yang Huaiyong lowered his head and began to read this review carefully. After reading it, he was a little strange. It didn't look like something written by a student in a screenwriting class.
Most of the whole article is devoted to the study of the artistic techniques and ideological expressions of "In the Forest", but there is very little analysis of techniques. Moreover, things related to techniques seem to have been taught by him in these two classes, and he
It’s not taught, it doesn’t appear at all above.
It's like... this student has only listened to two classes taught by himself.
Has he really never been involved in screenwriting before?
Perhaps I would like to chat with him next time. Yang Huaiyong re-folded his reflections and put them into the book again.
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"Calabash baby, Calabash baby, seven flowers on a vine, not afraid of wind or rain, la la la la la..."
While Zhang Zhong drove the car, he and Peng Peng sang the song of the Calabash Baby. In the past few days, the little girl was drawing the Calabash Baby.
"Dad, why doesn't Calabash Boy wear shoes?"
After Zhang Zhong told Pengpeng about Calabash Baby's image and dress, Pengpeng tilted his head and asked.
"Probably because they are all gourds, they don't need to wear shoes."
"But they are all wearing clothes."
Yes, why not let gourd babies wear shoes at that time? It may be because not wearing shoes makes them feel closer to nature, which is in line with their gourd status.
As for clothes, if you don’t wear clothes, you probably won’t be able to see Calabash Baby.
"Do you think Calabash Baby should wear shoes?"
"I don't know, won't my feet hurt if I don't wear shoes?"
"What if it doesn't hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt, but it still gets dirty."
"What if it doesn't get dirty?"
"Oh, then don't wear shoes. Pengpeng doesn't like to wear shoes, but if I don't wear shoes, my feet will hurt and get dirty. Grandma will definitely complain about me."
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As the father and daughter talked, they arrived at Meng Mu's small building. After arranging Pengpeng to sit down, Xu Yuhan pulled Zhang Zhong aside.
"Teacher Zhang, do you still remember what I told you about the art exhibition last time?"
"Remember."
"Well, now the results are out. Peng Peng's paintings have been selected. The exhibition was originally held at the end of the month, but now it has been moved to New Year's Day. I would like to ask if you have time then. After all, Peng Peng's paintings will also be exhibited. I want you to
You should take Pengpeng to have a look." Xu Yuhan said.
Zhang nodded and said, "Of course, but I would like to ask, what kind of painting is Pengpeng participating in the exhibition?"
Xu Yuhan saw Zhang Zhong agreeing so readily, and a smile appeared on her face, "It's a series of paintings by Little Red Riding Hood."
"A group painting?" Zhang Zhong was a little surprised. If he remembered correctly, there were fourteen paintings of Little Red Riding Hood.
Pengpeng draws faster and faster now, and expresses stories more and more carefully, so although the story of Little Red Riding Hood is simpler than Snow White, she has painted more pictures.
"With so many paintings, is the organizer willing to let them be exhibited together, or is it taking away some of them?" Zhang Zhong asked.
Xu Yuhan smiled and shook her head, "No, there are a total of fourteen paintings, all of which were selected. The judges seemed to like this group of paintings, and specially reserved a booth for Pengpeng. Then we will have an independent booth to display these ten paintings.
Four paintings.”
Zhang Zhong laughed. As a father, he was even happier that Pengpeng could receive such treatment than if his book won an award.
"Teacher Zhang, I will send the specific time and address of the art exhibition to your mobile phone later. Please check it and see you there then." Xu Yuhan smiled at Zhang Zhong and turned back to the children.
Zhang Zhong glanced at his daughter who was painting seriously, and couldn't help but reveal a smile of relief.
Maybe one day, when I am old, I can introduce myself to others like this: I am the father of the great painter Zhang Pengpeng.
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(Thanks to book friend 20190619163438173 for the 500 reward and the radish stewed meat vegetarian 100 reward)