It had just rained in the morning. Zhang Zhong stepped on the wet bluestone, and his mood was blown by the slightly cold spring breeze.
Some small flowers are sparsely blooming in the park, and most other flowers have not bloomed yet, but part of the charm of spring comes from this infinite hope that is still in bud.
No one knows what each flower will look like before it blooms.
Zhang Zhong took a breath of fresh air, and the sun shone through the dark clouds that were about to disperse, shining on the pear trees dotted with white spots in the distance.
Spring is like this, just like a tender girl, with light and dancing sleeves, a smile that is colorful, and a frown that is drizzle.
In a few days, maybe not even half a month, the park at the foot of the mountain should be a scene of rosy pink and white pears.
Zhang Zhong wanted to leave for a while and put the groceries on hold for now, but his cell phone rang in confusion.
It wasn't a call, but a private message from Weiyu.
Zhang Zhong has set up "Do Not Disturb" private messages from strangers. Since the notification is coming, it must be someone he follows who has sent him a private message.
When he opened it, Zhang Zhong was a little surprised. He didn't expect Zhuang Yu to take the initiative to send him a private message.
"I heard that you are coming to Yanjing on the weekend?"
This is the content of Zhuang Yu’s private message.
Zhang Zhong immediately replied: Yes, Mr. Zhuang.
Zhuang Yu also responded quickly: Can you give me your contact information? Let’s chat on the phone.
Zhang Zhong didn't think much and directly sent his mobile phone number. He would think about it if others asked for his contact information, but Zhuang Yu, of course he had to give it face.
As soon as the phone number was sent, the phone rang, showing an unfamiliar number from Yanjing.
No need to think about it, it must be Zhuang Yu, Zhang Zhong answered the phone decisively.
"Hi, hello."
"Hey, this is Zhang Zhong, I'm Zhuang Yu."
An old voice came from the other side of the phone.
This was the first time Zhang Zhong heard Zhuang Yu's voice. He had read Zhuang Yu's works and seen his photos before. Zhuang Yu was not tall and slightly overweight. What impressed Zhang Zhong the most was Zhuang Yu's appearance.
The forehead is very big.
But Zhang Zhong had never heard his voice.
Zhuang Yu's voice is low and hoarse, not very pleasant, and has a bit of a southern accent.
Although Zhuang Yu now lives in Yanjing, he is from Hangzhou, Zhejiang Province, and a slight southern accent is normal.
After Zhuang Yu confirmed his identity, he laughed on the other end of the phone and said, "It's nothing important for me to call you. I just heard that you were coming to Beijing, so I wanted to ask you if I could meet in person."
Zhang Zhong quickly calculated the itinerary in his mind, and then responded, "I should visit Mr. Zhuang."
"No, no, I've been living in Yanjing for a long time. When you come over, I will naturally show my kindness as a landlord. If it's convenient for you, I'd like to hold a banquet on Saturday night. I'll text you the specific address later." Zhuang Yu said with a smile.
Zhang Zhong was about to agree when Zhuang Yu added, "In addition, I also want to bring two old friends with me. I wonder if you mind."
Zhang Zhong felt that since he agreed to Zhuang Yu's invitation, there was no need to mind him bringing his friends, so he said, "It doesn't matter, I will definitely go to the banquet on time."
"Okay, then I'll be waiting for you in Yanjing." Zhuang Yu said with a smile.
"Mr. Zhuang, you're welcome."
After finishing the phone call with Zhuang Yu, Zhang Zhong seriously considered Zhuang Yu's purpose of inviting him to dinner, but after much deliberation, he couldn't come up with any clue.
To say that it's because of the literary genre, it probably doesn't matter.
Unable to figure it out, Zhang Zhong put it down first. Maybe Zhuang Yu was just interested in him.
…
"Old man Zhuang, how is it? What did he say?"
As soon as Zhuang Yu hung up the phone, another old man sitting next to him came over. Different from Zhuang Yu's rich look, this old man had a stooped figure and a haggard face, but he spoke with great energy.
"Agreed, you can go find a hotel later."
The old man took a step back and said, "You're inviting me to dinner, why do you want me to find a restaurant?"
"Then how about you treat me to dinner and I'll find a hotel?" Zhuang Yu said with a joking look on his face.
The old man curled his lips and said, "Okay, then I'll find a hotel. Then don't blame me for finding one that's too high-end, or think I'm taking advantage of your wealthy family."
Zhuang Yu said nonchalantly, "Just look for it. Is there any food in Yanjing that I can't afford?"
"Oh, look at you, you look like a villain. If that old boy Li Siqi was right what he said a few days ago, writers can't be too rich. I see you are so crazy." The old man waved his fist and looked filled with righteous indignation.
appearance.
Zhuang Yu scoffed, "So this is the reason why your books can't be sold?"
"..."
"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Listen to how loud his voice sounds." The old man said again with a gossipy face.
Zhuang Yu thought for a moment and said, "I can't guess my exact age. I'm probably around thirty years old."
"thirty?"
"Not necessarily, around thirty years old, maybe twenty, maybe forty."
"What's the use of you!"
Zhuang Yu spat, "I said Wang Yi, you old bastard, if you want to know, call and ask."
"Forget it, we'll know in two days."
…
On the way to buy groceries, Zhang Zhong received a call from Fang Qing, editor-in-chief of Harvest Literature. During the phone call, Fang Qing tactfully expressed that she felt that serious literary works such as "Xu Sanguan Sells Blood" could be posted on Harvest Literature.
published.
And she didn't mean to let Zhang Zhong use Su Ai's account to post, but to let him directly use the large fifth-grade vegetative medium to bring his works to Harvest Literature.
As the editor-in-chief of Harvest Literature, Fang Qing seeks benefits for her website and newspaper, so Zhang Zhong certainly understands.
Just understanding, he also rejected her tactfully.
Zhang Zhong doesn’t want to change his website yet, but Provoking Literature will definitely not be his only partner. He plans to use all online channels in a while and no longer sign an electronic agreement with a certain website.
When the time comes, all channels will be implemented online, and the physical business will be left to Lin Lin's company.
After being rejected, Fang Qing asked Zhang Zhong about receiving the award and invited him to have dinner with him after arriving in Yanjing. However, Zhang Zhong had already agreed to Zhuang Yu and couldn't schedule it, so he could only express his regrets.
However, after rejecting Fang Qing, his Weiyu received another private message, which was sent by Wang Kewang, the person in charge of "Poetry".
Wang Kewang contacted him last time because of the copyright issue of "Mountain Man", and he later added Wang Kewang to his watch list.
Zhang Zhong originally thought that Wang Kewang was looking for him because of business matters, but he did not expect that the other party would also invite him to dinner.
There was no other way, so Zhang Zhong could only repeat to Wang Kewang the arguments he had used to reject Fang Qing.
After sending the message, Zhang Zhong looked at his phone and shook his head, "It's strange today, everyone wants to treat me to dinner."