Seeing Zhuang Yu wink at Wang Yi, Liu Yuan shook his head disapprovingly, "It doesn't matter. Wasn't Zhang Zhong scolded by him? And Zhang Zhong even scolded him back."
Hearing Liu Yuan's words, Zhang Zhong felt funny secretly, and at the same time wanted to thank Li Siqi. Just because he was scolded by him, he gained the favor of Zhuang Yu and the others.
People are like this. It is not only possible to establish feelings between like-minded people, but also like-minded people.
Just like a primary school student, if you hate the people I hate, then you will be my good friend.
The impression given to Zhang Zhong by the three literary figures sitting in front of him was completely different from the impression he had previously established through writing.
Of course, he had already realized the contrast between Liu Yuan and Liu Yuan. Not only him, but also readers expressed disbelief when Liu Yuan claimed the title of Water God.
A realistic writer with such profound works is like a naughty child and a happy troll on the Internet.
Most people have two faces on the Internet and in real life, but from this moment of contact, at least Liu Yuan is no different from the one on the Internet.
When the four of them were eating, Zhuang Yu suddenly said, "Zhang Zhong, do you know who is giving you the award this time?"
Zhang Zhong shook his head, "I don't know this yet. The Youth Daily didn't inform me. Do you know what Mr. Zhuang meant?"
Zhuang Yu smiled and said, "I really know that it's that guy Yu Dongyu. I was going to invite him to come over for dinner today, but he said he wanted to save the suspense until the award ceremony, so he didn't come. In fact, I know that he
I want to avoid suspicion, but I don’t think it’s necessary. After all, he is just the presenter and does not participate in the award judging.”
"He is right to have concerns. There is no need to cause criticism over such a trivial matter. After all, people's words are terrible. If others knew about it, most people would check it carefully. Do those people on the Internet care about the difference between award presenters and award judges?
?" Liu Yuan said.
Zhang Zhong also feels that Yu Dongyu's concerns are right. There are many people in Taikoo Li, and Yu Dongyu's exposure is high. There are many people who know him. If he is seen by interested people, it is inevitable that something will not spread.
As for learning that Yu Dongyu was the presenter of the award, Zhang Zhong was not surprised at all. After all, Yu Dongyu is a top-notch popular literature writer and has won the China Youth Literature Award twice.
Probably the China Youth Daily also wanted to create a stunt or something, and specially invited Yu Dongyu to come and present this award.
Zhuang Yu only mentioned one sentence and did not continue to talk about this topic.
The four of them chatted while eating, talking about a variety of things.
Wang Yi kept asking Zhang Zhong whether the dishes on the table were to his liking. Of course Zhang Zhong was very complimentary. He was not trying to be perfunctory with Wang Yi. The Sichuan dishes on the table were indeed to his liking.
Zhang Zhong always likes to eat Sichuan cuisine, and this "Zhenwei Restaurant" ranks high among the Sichuan cuisine he has eaten. No wonder Wang Yi looked proud when introducing the dishes.
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Except for the fact that they asked about his works at the beginning, Zhuang Yu and the others hardly mentioned his works later on. They mostly talked about recent events in the literary circle, two of which had something to do with Zhang Zhong.
One was the exchange meeting held by the Yanjing Writers Association a few days ago, and the other was the roots-seeking writer Su Ai who suddenly appeared on the Harvest Literature website.
However, Zhang Zhong did not comment on these two matters and kept listening to them.
After finishing the meal, more than two hours had passed. The four of them didn't drink. They separated directly at the entrance of Zhenwei Restaurant and went back to their respective homes.
When Zhang Zhong returned to the hotel, the old couple and Pengpeng were watching TV in the living room of the suite. Chen Qing did not live with them and must have gone back to his room.
"Have you had dinner tonight?" Zhang Zhong asked with a smile while hanging up his clothes.
Zhang Xingjun said, "We had some porridge in the evening, and we were so hungry from the roast duck we had in the afternoon."
"Porridge is good." Zhang Zhong walked towards the sofa with a smile, and then saw Peng Peng nestled in the corner of the sofa, sleeping soundly.
Zhang Huifang smiled and said, "Originally I wanted to take her back to the room to sleep, but this girl insisted on waiting for you to come back. But maybe she was too noisy during the day and fell asleep before nine o'clock. You can take her back to the room.
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Zhang Zhong felt a warm feeling in his heart and bent down to hold Pengpeng in his arms. When he carried her to the room, he just put her on the bed when she suddenly woke up.
"Dad, are you back?" She hadn't opened her eyes yet, but her arms were holding Zhang Zhong's neck tightly to prevent him from getting up.
Zhang Zhong just bent over and said with a soft smile, "Well, dad is back. Pengpeng, please sleep well."
"Dad hasn't told me a story yet."
Zhang Zhong smiled and shook his head, and could only say, "Okay, then daddy will tell you a story. You let go of daddy first."
After Pengpeng let go of Zhang Zhong, he began to tell Pengpeng a story. The previous adventures of Hal and Roger were not finished yet. He thought for a while and continued along with the previous story, "Hal came back to the room.
When I was there, I saw that all the books in their room had been bitten by some kind of animal..."
Zhang Zhong spoke softly, but before he said a few words, he heard Peng Peng's even breathing and she fell asleep again.
But as soon as he stopped telling the story, Pengpeng "awoke" again, and Zhang Zhong quickly continued to tell her the story.
After talking for about half an hour, after Zhang Zhong was sure that Pengpeng was really asleep, he gently covered her with a quilt and tiptoed out of the room.
His parents were no longer in the living room and had probably gone back to their room to sleep. Zhang Zhong went to take a shower and then went back to his room.
Tomorrow's award ceremony will start at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon. In the morning, he plans to take his parents and Pengpeng for a stroll in Yanjing. Otherwise, it would be too boring to bring them over and just eat roast duck.
There are many places they want to visit, such as the Great Wall, Tiananmen, the Forbidden City, and Yanjing University. Anyway, as long as they can name it, they want to see it.
However, they didn't have much time, so they could only pick one or two places to visit. Finally, after much picking and choosing, they decided to go to Tiananmen Square to watch the flag-raising ceremony first.
This season, the flag-raising time is around six o'clock, which means that they have to set off at around four o'clock at the latest.
So Zhang Zhong didn't do anything else and went back to his room to sleep.
At around three o'clock, the family got up, washed and set off.
When they arrived at the square, there were already a lot of people there and they couldn't get a front row seat.
But they just wanted to feel the atmosphere. As for the flag raising, after all, everyone has seen it.
When the sky turned white, the honor guard came out neatly, and Zhang Zhong quickly carried Pengpeng on his shoulders.
In fact, this was Zhang Zhong's first time to watch the flag-raising in Tiananmen Square. It must be said that the solemn atmosphere in which everyone held their breath waiting for the flag-raising was indeed not comparable to ordinary flag-raising.