Wang Meng wiped the corners of his eyes. During the war, his troops had been there, and now it had been decades.
He still had some memories of the White Tower mentioned in the book, but he couldn't remember the old man at the ferry. Was there really such a person?
They didn't stay in Chadong for long at that time, but they must have touched the ferry.
Cuicui is really a good girl, but the ending is somewhat unsatisfactory.
Wang Meng stood up. When the nanny who had been waiting outside the door saw him getting up, she was immediately excited. When she saw that the old man was in good spirits, she felt relieved.
The old man is over a hundred years old, and although he is still in good health, his family must still be worried. He also likes to live in a courtyard by himself and does not allow others to move in.
His sons and daughters wanted to find a personal nanny to take care of him. At first he was unwilling, but he couldn't stand the pressure from his juniors and finally agreed.
However, the nanny comes over and has nothing to do all day long. He can take care of everything by himself. The nanny's job is to prevent any accidents from happening.
Just now Wang Meng was sitting on the sofa holding a stack of A4 paper and looking at it for more than two hours without moving. The nanny was watching from the side and was a little worried. How could he still use so much energy at such an old age?
Wang Meng read for two hours and felt a little exhausted, but he still chose to stand up and take a walk.
"Sister, where are you from?" Wang Meng suddenly asked after walking around the room twice.
The nanny was stunned for a moment before she realized that Mr. Wang was calling her.
Wang Meng's ancestral home is in Jinwei. Women, regardless of age, are called eldest sister.
"Mr. Wang, my family belongs to Xudu."
Wang Meng nodded, "I can't tell the accent."
The nanny smiled shyly and said, "You came out early. I haven't spoken to my hometown for many years."
"Don't forget the local accent. What do you mean, you haven't gone home?" Wang Meng asked again.
"My family is in the mountains and valleys. They are too poor to survive, so they have been out for a long time." The nanny said with a naive smile. This was the first time she had spoken so much to Wang Meng since she came to work as a nanny. The old man seemed particularly interested today.
"I have been to Xudu when I was young. Speaking of which, Xudu has fewer mountains, unlike Yunnan and Guizhou. There is not much water, and it is not as good as southern Hunan."
"You are well-informed. You must have been everywhere."
Wang Meng smiled and waved his hand, "Our transportation at that time was not very convenient, and it cannot be compared with now. Now as long as you are willing, you can go anywhere in the country. At that time, we all traveled on two legs. When we encountered big mountains and rivers, we could only
Stand there scratching your head."
…
If we say that the tone of "Xu Sanguan Sells Blood" is heavy and depressing, it is divorced from reality and reflects history.
So when watching "Border Town", there is only a small Chadong left in front of people's eyes. All major events and troubles in the world are isolated from the small town by some kind of force.
Those who have been to Chadong like Wang Meng will be brought back to their memories by "Border Town". And those who have not been to Chadong will be led to appreciate this place by the beautiful writing in the book when reading this book.
A piece of paradise.
Zhuang Yu sat in his study, rubbing his sore eyes. He had been staring at the screen of his mobile phone for a long time. He still couldn't stand it.
When he read "Xu Sanguan Sells Blood" before, he felt that Zhang Zhong was a writer with sharp ideas and a very pioneering spirit.
Just like marching and fighting, you can win by surprise.
But after reading "Border Town", he realized that his understanding of Zhang Zhong was really wrong. He could not only win by surprise, but also by coincidence.
Regardless of the romantic atmosphere that this book is filled with, the writing style alone is beyond the reach of ordinary people. When reading this book, people will have the illusion that they are not reading words one by one, but...
View a ready-made painting.
Zhang Zhong's skill in depicting local customs and customs amazed Zhuang Yu.
“Fascinating and stunning.”
Zhuang Yu shook his head, feeling ashamed of himself.
…
Because Zhang Zhong suddenly released a new work, the original scolding battle about "Lotus Leaf Collection" seemed to have encountered cold air and suddenly stopped.
People have turned their heads to pay attention to Zhang Zhong's new book "Border Town".
Before I read the new book, someone asked: Is it a detective novel?
Some people also asked: Is it a science fiction novel?
These people were a little disappointed when they got a negative answer. Zhang Zhong's creation speed is indeed fast, but he is also too unfocused.
I've only written two chapters in the Poirot series. If I can't publish two science fiction novels, I can solidify my status as a science fiction master. As it is now, it's hard to brag about it.
However, although they did not have the detective novels or science fiction novels they wanted, they still fell into the trap of "Border Town". After all, Zhang Zhong has never disappointed anyone since his debut.
Even "I Am a Fortune Teller", which received the worst response, still has a group of fans who have been silently supporting it.
After the first wave of readers finished reading, there were gradually more comments about the new book on the Internet.
[Although I thought Zhang Zhong would write more detective novels, "Border Town" surprised me very much. I have fallen in love with this book. I can't help it, it's so beautiful. 】
[Why not put it in "Lotus Leaves Collection"? I think this is a long poem of 40,000 words. 】
[Nothing wrong, it’s just a long poem.]
【Is there really a place like Chadong?】
[Yes, I am from Chadong. Zhang Zhong must have been to our place, and the writing is very true.]
[If I hadn’t known that Zhang Zhong was from Jiangyang, I might have thought that he was from Chadong. Why do I feel like I know more about Chadong than I, a Chadong native? 】
[Why don’t I feel it usually? After reading the novel, I thought back and realized that our place is really so beautiful.]
[I want to go, is there really a stilted building?]
[Yes, but many of them have collapsed and there are basically no people living there.]
【Is there any duck racing?】
[No, I heard from the older generation that I did it before. Although I’m a little embarrassed, I can’t even swim.]
【I just want to ask, is there any Cuicui?】
[Haha, according to the time in the book, even if there was Cuicui, she is probably gone, and even if she is still there, she is very old. 】
【Where's the ferry?】
[We no longer take boats, there is a bridge.]
[I want to know now how Kong Zhou will spray this time.]
[Why are you bringing this up? It’s a spoiler.]
[Haha, I guess Kong Zhou will contribute a lot to the sales of Vegetable Man again this time.]
【Such a dirty person is not worthy of reading this book.】
…
Just after dinner in the evening, Zhang Zhong and Pengpeng were sitting on the sofa watching TV. Because it was commercial time, the little girl was running around on the sofa.
She recently developed a new way to play. She starts from one end of the sofa and then rushes towards Zhang Zhong. When she rushes in front of Zhang Zhong, Zhang Zhong will grab her by the armpits and lift her up.
Pengpeng calls this game - take off.
"Dad, are you ready? I'm about to take off." Pengpeng half-squatted his legs, making a starting posture, and asked Zhang Zhong if he was ready.
Zhang Zhong opened his sore arms. He felt that if he played like this for a few more days, he would be able to develop his unicorn arms.
He couldn't help but smile bitterly. There were obviously small trains and slides in his house, and he could play with them. Why did this girl come to destroy her old man's arms?