Even if Wang Meng's question was really a coincidence, Zhang Zhong and the others certainly couldn't treat it as a coincidence.
Zhang Zhong sat on the sofa and thought for a moment, then searched for Minister Bu on the Internet. Bu Heng's resume is very interesting. He once worked at the China Youth Daily. At that time, he was just an editor, but he published a relatively famous article.
The content of the paper is about how to maintain and innovate Chinese culture.
Although the article keeps talking about Chinese culture, the core point he wants to express is how to use local literary works to carry out cultural counter-invasion from foreign countries.
His article is very political and what he wants to solve is the issue of international public opinion.
Zhang Zhong remembered Mr. Wang’s first question: Lotus leaves move in the absence of wind.
Can it be understood that Bu Heng has already started some unknown actions to realize his ambition?
If this is really the case, why is Mr. Wang telling them this?
Is Wang Meng siding with Bu Heng and sending a message for him so that Zhang Zhong and the others can be mentally prepared to help when necessary?
It should not be so. Let’s not talk about whether Bu Heng has the face to let Wang Meng pass the message. Although they are all important figures in the literary circle, compared to the entire Chinese literary circle, they cannot play a decisive role.
If you disclose this matter to them in advance, not only may you not be able to provide help, but you may also be exposed to risks.
Or maybe Mr. Wang just wants to remind them that there is an undercurrent surging now and ask them to pay attention to avoid stepping on thunder?
Zhang Zhong shook his head, feeling that this statement was not very reliable.
Forget it, I don’t want to think about it anymore, I’ll take a shower first, I smell of alcohol and I don’t feel comfortable.
…
After the guests left, the nanny was clearing away the dishes, while Mr. Wang took a piece of paper and studied it carefully.
If Zhang Zhong was nearby, he would have recognized that the piece of paper in Mr. Wang's hand was the piece of paper on which he wrote the answer to the riddle before.
"The transformation of dragon and leopard, Zhang Zhong's writing is so eclectic."
Looking at the words on the paper, Wang Meng couldn't help but sigh.
If it weren't for the fact that many of the words were written in a rather sloppy way, Wang Meng would have even felt that Zhang Zhong was deliberately showing off his skills, as several places on a piece of paper would be written differently. When people write fast words, it is difficult to distinguish their original words.
The style covers it up, which means that Zhang Zhong’s style is originally so changeable.
For a calligrapher, changing styles is not a good thing. Looking at ancient and modern times, all great calligraphers basically have their own style, which can be seen at a glance.
Styles are changeable, and in the eyes of ordinary people, they often mean there is no style.
Wang Meng put the paper down and sandwiched it inside the "Lotus Leaf Collection" he bought two days ago.
…
In the new house, all the guests had dispersed, leaving only the newlywed couple sitting facing each other with tired faces.
"Getting married is really tiring." Fang Lili took off her headdress and felt that her neck felt a little lighter.
Her husband sat on the edge of the bed and said with a smile, "This is once in a lifetime, just be tired."
"Oh, by the way, I have something to show you." Fang Lili suddenly remembered something, stood up, and walked to the corner, where there was a pile of gift boxes, all gifts from friends.
She found a painting tube in the middle and handed it to her husband with a smile, "Here you go."
"What is this?" Her husband asked a little strangely as he took the painting bucket.
"Don't you know it just by looking at it?"
"oh."
Open the painting bucket and take out the rolled calligraphy and painting from inside.
"This calligraphy is pretty good, tsk tsk. Your friend gave it to you? Whose calligraphy is it?"
He glanced at the blank space at the end of the volume, saw no seal, and muttered, "It doesn't look like he bought it."
"It was written by me. Please look carefully at the signature."
"Okay, let me take a look." The signature was a bit sloppy, and it was difficult for the man to read it. "In the Year of the Gengzi... At the end of Meng Xia, Zhang Chong respectfully... congratulates on the wedding."
"Is this one heavy?"
Seeing the surprise on her husband's face, Fang Lili smiled and said, "That's the one Zhang Zhong."
"My dear, you actually know Zhang Zhong?" The man almost jumped up.
"We know each other. We used to play together when we were kids. His mother and mine were both school teachers. I know you like Zhang Zhong, so I wanted to give you a surprise. I originally wanted to ask him for a signed book, but I didn't expect this guy.
It was so interesting that I sent him a calligraphy directly."
"Tsk, tsk, I didn't expect that, I didn't expect that Zhang Zhong and I would become acquaintances."
"No, I'm familiar with him, but you haven't even met him in person."
"Hey, you and I are not the same person. I will frame this painting later and treat it as a family heirloom."
"It's too exaggerated. It's a family heirloom."
"It's not an exaggeration at all. Many people want to buy it but can't."
Fang Lili looked at her husband's excitement and still couldn't understand it. Although she knew that Zhang Zhong was famous now, she usually didn't read novels and didn't pay attention to things in the literary circle, so she didn't have a specific idea of how famous Zhang Zhong was.
concept.
It was also because her husband liked it that she asked Zhang about important autographed books.
His impression of Zhang Zhong still remained in his childhood.
At that time, Zhang Zhong studied well, was honest, and good-looking, but other than that, there was nothing special about him.
Who would have thought that now he would suddenly become a great writer.
…
Zhang Chong returned to Jiangyang from Yanjing the next day.
He didn't know whether it was good or bad during this trip to Yanjing. He got some less specific news from Wang Meng, but precisely because of this bit of news, he had more things on his mind.
I returned home with my thoughts in mind.
When Pengpeng saw Zhang Zhong coming back, he jumped down from the sofa.
When Zhang Zhong saw Peng Peng running towards him, all the complicated thoughts in his heart dissipated, and only Peng Peng remained in his eyes.
It seems that Pengpeng can't live without him even for a day.
He had already opened his arms and was ready to welcome Pengpeng's hug, but he didn't expect that Pengpeng suddenly stopped halfway and said, "Dad, when you were not at home yesterday, I only ate one popsicle. I want to eat it today."
Three."
…
Zhang Zhong's outstretched arms stopped in mid-air, and then he did a chest expansion exercise.
"We have agreed that it will be invalid after the expiration date. I can only eat three sticks today." Zhang Zhong rolled his eyes and said.
Hu Huifang said with a smile next to her, "Don't listen to her. Although I only ate one popsicle yesterday, I ate a lot of candies. Logically speaking, I can't even eat popsicles today."
"Oh, forget it, I'll just eat two today." Pengpeng said with a smile.
Hearing Pengpeng's words, Zhang Zhong also knew why she immediately reported the situation of eating popsicles. It turned out to be to get the two popsicles today before her grandmother sued her.