After taking Pengpeng back home, the little girl was so happy while holding her painting all the way.
"Dad, the paintings I draw are beautiful, right?"
"Good-looking, good-looking."
Zhang Zhong found it funny, the little guy's narcissistic look was so cute.
When they got home, it was already dark, and their mother, Hu Huifang, was sitting on the sofa watching TV.
As soon as Pengpeng got home, she took off her shoes and went to find her grandma with her masterpiece.
"Grandma, grandma, look at my painting."
"Hey, did you go out to paint today?" Hu Huifang took the painting with a smile, "Come on, let me see our Pengpeng's masterpiece...Hey, why is this cow sweating so much?"
Pengpeng pointed at the small yellow ball in the painting with her chubby little finger, "Because there is the sun."
"Oh, it turns out the sun is out. Then this calf comes out to play. Do its parents know?"
Pengpeng nodded, "Yeah, I know, I told my parents before it came out."
"What a good little calf. Pengpeng must tell his father and grandma when we go out to play in the future."
"Needless to say, Pengpeng, Pengpeng is accompanied by his father."
Zhang Zhong listened with his heart melting.
But at the same time, he was a little surprised. He didn't know how his mother managed to communicate with Pengpeng without any violation through a picture.
Most importantly, she could actually see that the cow was sweating?
It seems that those engaged in education should not be underestimated.
"Go and take a shower." After admiring Peng Peng's masterpiece, Hu Huifang patted the little one's butt and took her to take a shower.
"Grandma, grandpa should also show him my paintings when he comes back."
"Okay, I understand. Take a good bath."
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Because he was opening a store, Zhang Xingjun came back late at night. In fact, there was no business at night, but for the few dollars he might earn, Zhang Xingjun was willing to stay in the store for a while. Under normal circumstances, he was eight
Come back at nine o'clock.
Because the store is relatively close, sometimes he would come back to have a quick meal before going back to check out the store, and sometimes Zhang Zhong would go back to deliver food to him.
…
The night was dark, and some unknown insects were chirping outside the window, circulating continuously in this silent summer night.
Zhang Zhong was in front of the computer, his face shimmering with light. At this moment, he was concentrating on sorting out the story line of "Journey to the West".
As the story line gradually became clearer, Zhang Zhong thought that a "Journey to the West" was about to jump out of the water, but when he actually started writing it, he found that he was beyond his capabilities.
He simply does not have the ability to write Journey to the West well. Such a magnificent masterpiece cannot be completed by knowing the plot. There are many details that he cannot take into account.
He felt uncomfortable looking at what he wrote.
What should he do? He didn't want to give up, but it's important to know yourself. If he forced the writing, it would be a shame to Mr. Wu, and it would also be a waste of such a good story.
After thinking about it, he decided to stop for a while.
He needs to continue to improve the context of "Journey to the West", and his writing skills also need to improve.
Of course, you still have to earn points, but you don't have to rely on "Journey to the West". He has lived on earth for so long, and although he is not a literary person, he has read a lot of books.
He is not very knowledgeable, but he still remembers some things, especially some short stories that are not too long.
He searched in his mind for a long time and finally found a suitable story.
"chameleon"
This short story written by the Russian writer Anton Chekhov is extremely ironic. In a very short space of time, it vividly creates the image of a domineering official who bullies his superiors.
Speaking of short stories, four people immediately pop up in Zhang Zhong's mind: Russian Chekhov, American O. Henry, French Maupassant, and RB's Ryunosuke Akutagawa.
The first three are known as the world's three greatest short story masters on earth. It can be said that anyone who has read books will definitely have heard of their three names.
As for the last one, he is definitely less famous than the first three, but Zhang Zhong also likes his works very much, especially the "Rashomon".
Zhang Zhong immediately thought of "Chameleon", nothing else, just because he had read this article not long before his death, so it left a deep impression on him.
And he not only watched "Chameleon", but also watched the work "This Is Such a Person" by the famous comedian Feng Gong on earth to pay tribute to the master.
In "This Is Such a Person", Feng Gong plays a screenwriter who gives gifts to his boss. During the process of giving gifts, he flatters others and adapts to the situation, which is exactly the same as the expression of Inspector Ochumelov in "Chameleon".
Choosing one of the two, Zhang Zhong decided to write Chekhov's original version.
However, the background of the characters had to be changed. The background was changed to China, and the character was a Chinese inspector.
The duties of an inspector in China are similar to those of urban management in Earth China, but they have greater powers than urban management. They are a role between urban management and public security.
Some other characters were also replaced by him. Those characters were not very important, so it didn't matter.
After writing "Chameleon", it was already past one o'clock in the morning before I knew it. Zhang Zhong stopped typing on the keyboard, turned off the computer, and prepared to go to sleep.
He planned to read the manuscript again tomorrow morning, correct it, and then send it directly using his account in "Agitation Literature".
There are not many words in total, and he is not going to set a fee.
And his purpose is to expand his influence and earn points, and free can do this better.
The next morning, Zhang Zhong felt his nose was itching in a daze, and then it became more and more itchy. He felt like he was about to sneeze, so he quickly rubbed his nose with his hands.
"Giggle."
Peng Peng's laughter came to his ears, and Zhang Zhong opened his eyes. It turned out that Peng Peng was holding a chicken feather in his hand, and it was she who was using the chicken feather to dust her nose just now.
"You girl, why did you wake up so early?" Zhang Zhong hugged Pengpeng into his arms.
Pengpeng said with a smile, "It's late, grandma said the sun is shining on my buttocks."
Zhang Zhong rubbed his eyes and looked at the alarm clock next to him. It was almost nine o'clock. He didn't expect that he would sleep until now.
Since returning from the hospital, he usually wakes up at six or seven o'clock and goes out for morning jogs most of the time.
It seems that I need to pay attention to going to bed early in the future, as my life routine will be completely disrupted.
"Pengpeng, have you eaten?"
"Have eaten. Grandma has cooked porridge. Grandma has gone to school. She asked me to come over and wake you up."
Zhang Zhong looked at the chicken feathers in her hand and said with a smile, "That's what you used to wake me up. I guess these chicken feathers came from the feather duster. Be careful if your grandma sees it and talks about you again."
"This is the feather that Bangbang Chicken sheds on its own. It's none of my business."
Bangbangji is Pengpeng's name for feather dusters. In her opinion, anyone with chicken feathers all over his body must be a chicken.