It was late at night, so Zhang Zhong did not go get some candies for Pengpeng. Instead, he discussed with her and agreed to transfer the six candies from these two days to the next week, so that she could eat four candies every day.
Sugar.
Pengpeng is a child whose thirst can be quenched by looking at plum blossoms. When Zhang Zhong told her that she could eat four candies every day for the next week, she was so happy that she almost jumped out of Zhang Zhong's arms.
They did not return to Jiangyang in the evening, but took the flight back the next morning. Because they had expected it, they had already asked Pengpeng for a day off.
Although we didn't have much fun in Yanjing this time, the family still looked a little tired when we returned to Jiangyang.
Zhang Zhong looked at them and felt that such a short trip was not interesting. Maybe when Pengpeng went on summer vacation, he could ask his father to close the shop and go out to have fun as a family.
There is no need to rush to see any scenic spots. You have plenty of time anyway, so you can see wherever you go, so you can relax.
After returning home, Zhang Xingjun was anxious to go back to check out his shop. Hu Huifang originally had classes in the morning, but she changed classes to the afternoon and went directly to school after lunch.
There were only two people left at home, Zhang Zhong and Peng Peng. This girl had a good memory and she pestered Zhang for candy as soon as she got home.
Zhang Zhong took four candies from the candy box and gave them to Pengpeng. The little girl grabbed them and pouted, "These four candies are not as big as the one I had before."
"That's four too." Zhang Chong said with a smile.
This candy box was specially prepared by her for Pengpeng. It contained a variety of candies, all of which were carefully selected by Zhang Zhong. The sweetness and calories were not particularly high, and most importantly, they were all very small.
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Zhang Huaizhen was pacing in the book club with some depression. Just now, the police comrades came over again. In fact, they had already come over once yesterday. They said they had received reports from the masses and came to inspect.
Fortunately, he used his real name this time, otherwise he would really be imprisoned. Even if he was not imprisoned, he would probably have to face a fine, and at least he would lose his job.
But even so, his so-called membership of the Calligraphy Association can no longer be used.
Today they came here just to see if he was still using the name of a member of the Calligraphy Association.
"It must be that guy." The smiling face appeared in Zhang Huaizhen's mind, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became.
Even though he had promised not to report, he turned around and called the police instead.
"Despicable bastard, you don't believe what you say!"
Zhang Huaizhen looked at the piece of paper lying on the table. On it were some words he had written before, and next to it was a line of doggerel written by the guy yesterday.
He grabbed the piece of paper, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the trash can. He felt better now.
Let's go out and get some air. Zhang Huaizhen didn't want to stay in this small room anymore, so he walked out with his hands behind his back.
Because it was lunch break, all the staff in the book club were taking a rest, and there were two little girls sitting in the rest area looking at their mobile phones.
"Wow, he's so handsome. He must be the most handsome writer."
"It is said that Zhuang Yu was very handsome before."
"I hadn't even given birth to Zhuang Yu when he was handsome. This one is really handsome, almost like a star."
"It should be about the same with makeup."
Zhang Huaizhen curled his lips, a writer is handsome and has no use, and he is not a young master.
"Anyway, he has broken the record for the China Youth Literary Award this time."
"Isn't that right? The winner of the China Youth Literature and Art Award under the age of thirty. Gee, that sounds awesome."
Zhang Huaizhen was stunned, they were talking about the China Youth Literature and Art Award?
Oh, by the way, yesterday was the award day.
He usually pays close attention to these things in the literary and art circles, but yesterday the police came to interrogate him and made him so anxious that he didn't have the time to watch the awards ceremony.
Now listen to what these two girls mean, the fifth-grade vegetative person is a young man? And he is very handsome?
This was a bit beyond his imagination. He wanted to stretch his head to look at their mobile phones, but couldn't let go. Zhang Huaizhen found a chair to sit down on his own, then took out his mobile phone to search for the video of yesterday's award ceremony on the Internet.
I quickly found the video for him.
This video is an edited version, only the scene of Zhang Zhong’s appearance was cut out, so when it opens, Wu Ke appears at the door with Zhang Zhong.
At first, the camera was zoomed out and Zhang Huaizhen couldn't see clearly. He only felt that the fifth-grade vegetative person was indeed quite young, tall and thin, and at least in good shape.
As the camera zoomed closer and closer, Zhang Huaizhen's eyes became wider and wider.
Damn it!
Zhang Huaizhen almost threw the phone in his hand. The person in this picture... wasn't the one who came to see him the day before yesterday?
He rubbed his eyes and wondered if he was too tired these past two days. Everyone he saw looked like that face.
But after letting go of his hand, the face on the screen didn't change at all.
Is it really a person?
Speaking of which, it seems that his surname is indeed Zhang.
Zhang Huaizhen's mood at this time was extremely complicated. On the one hand, he was surprised that he had encountered a vegetative person in the fifth grade, twice, but on the other hand, these two experiences were not good experiences.
"Ouch! That poem!"
Zhang Huaizhen suddenly remembered something and quickly stood up and ran towards his own teaching room. When he walked to the door, he bumped into Zhang Meng.
"Have a good lunch, Teacher Zhang. Have you eaten yet?"
Zhang Huaizhen ignored her at all and rushed directly to the trash can. He was relieved when he saw the white paper crumpled into a ball inside the trash can.
Then he unfolded the white paper and gently smoothed it on the table.
Zhang Meng, who was standing outside the door, saw Zhang Huaizhen's strange movements, shook his head and muttered, "The teacher in this picture may have been hysterical these past two days."
At this moment, Zhang Huaizhen didn't know what Zhang Meng was thinking. All his attention was now on the "Steamed Bread Post" in front of him.
"In the past, Fan Kezeng in Jiangyang, now Zhang Huaizhen in Yanjing, steamed buns and steamed buns together, steamed two and steamed one. What a poem, what a poem, this fifth-grade vegetative person is a fifth-grade vegetative person. Not only can he write well, but he can also write
A good poem. No, I want to frame it." A poem that used to make him bored, now he likes it no matter how he reads it.
The most important thing is that his name is in it. Although the content is not good, others who don’t know the inside story can’t understand it at all.
Holding this piece of paper, he first went to Zhang Meng and asked him to find a framer.
Then he diverted to the boss's office.
When the boss of the book club saw Zhang Huaizhen, he was in a bad mood. Because of this guy, the police came for two days in a row. If he hadn't signed the contract before, he would have wanted to resign him. Now all the boss wants is to pay him two more months of basic salary.
, drive him out.
However, the boss still did a good job at showing off. He smiled at Zhang Huaizhen and said, "Did Teacher Zhang come here for something? The police are here again?"
Zhang Huaizhen smiled and said, "There is a great thing, boss, look at this."
He put "Steamed Bun Posts" on the boss's desk. The boss took a look at it and said, "Isn't this just a regular draft?"
"Boss, look here."
"Jiang Yang in the past... Oh, this is your new poem? It's quite artistic." The boss said this, but in his heart he was thinking about some bullshit limerick, and he even wrote his own name in it.
"Boss, this was not written by me, but by Zhang Chong."