The thirty-seventh chapter of the group of sages is completed
In the antique courtyard house, the afternoon sun shines through the gaps in the leaves, and there is not much heat left. Zhang Zhong happily takes a sip of the cold tea while holding the tea cup.
"You look good, you seem to have had a good rest recently." Wang Meng, who was sitting opposite Zhang Zhong, was also holding a cup of tea and said with a smile.
Zhang Zhong came over after lunch and sat in the courtyard with Mr. Wang to enjoy the cool air.
"I'm never busy. Maybe it's because I've been eating well lately." Zhang Zhong said with a smile.
Wang Meng nodded, "When I was young, I had to carry my stomach around with me. It would be a pity if I left too many regrets about food."
Then he added, "I also asked Ke Wang to print out a copy of the article you published online a few days ago. The story is novel to me, but I am too old and many of the things in it are incomprehensible.
I understand, I can’t stand it anymore just watching it.”
Zhang Zhong didn't even expect Wang Meng to go back and read his science fiction novels.
"I feel very honored that you would go out of your way to read [pencil novel www.qbxs.vip]."
Wang Meng shook his head, as if he was a little dissatisfied with Zhang Zhong's humility. However, he did not continue the discussion on this topic, but talked about another thing, "I read the poem you wrote for that boy He Ruchu.
The calligraphy is very good, and the poetry is even better. I would like to say that I have never seen anyone with more poetic talent than you in my life, and I am afraid that you will be proud, but that is the fact."
"Old Wang..."
"Hahaha, I'm here, old man. Hey, Zhang Zhong has arrived. What are you talking about?"
Zhang Zhong turned around and saw that Zhuang Yu had entered the courtyard.
Wang Meng saw Zhuang Yu and pointed to the wicker chair next to him: "Sit down. I was just talking about Zhang Chong's poem. Did you read it?"
Zhuang Yu was not polite and sat down, then said with a smile, "Of course I saw it, this matter is quite hot on the Internet. I originally wanted to call Zhang Zhong and ask what happened, but
I thought I was going to meet today so I stopped talking. How could things really be as written?"
Zhang Jian nodded and said, "It's almost like what Dean He wrote."
Zhuang Yu exclaimed, "This is really a rare fate. As well as your poem, it's hard to imagine that anyone can write such a poem now. Even in the Tang Dynasty when poetry was popular, this poem was probably one of the best."
Outstanding. But it is also a pity. Such a good poem should at least be inscribed on He Ruchu's "Lone Pine Standing High"."
Although the poem contains sentences such as "When the rooster sings and the world becomes white," it is not out of context if placed in the "Picture of a Solitary Pine Standing High," which is why Zhuang Yu has this saying.
Wang Meng said: "This is fate, which means that this painting is destined to Zhang Zhong's poem. It is his luck that He Ruchu got your inscription. In the past, Xie Lingyun once said that there is only one stone in the world, and Cao Zijian has eight buckets.
, I think there is only one stone in the world now, and you, Zhang Zhong, must have at least nine dou."
Zhang Zhong was startled and said quickly, "Mr. Wang is too praised. There are so many talented people in this world, but I am not the best among my peers. How can I afford such a high praise?"
Such compliments are easy to offend, especially if there is a great writer sitting next to you.
Zhuang Yu smiled and said, "Although this statement is a bit exaggerated, it is not unreasonable. I think your nine buckets are solid."
Zhang Zhong looked at Zhuang Yu and didn't know whether he was sincere or fake. People's hearts are always complicated. Although it is comfortable to be supported by others, it may not be a good thing.
Wang Meng waved his hand, "Let's not talk about it for now, Zhuang Yu, why are you here alone? I thought you would come with others."
Zhuang Yu said with a smile, "It's not like they don't know the way. They are just dragging their feet one by one. If I really have to wait for them, I guess I'm still on the road now."
"Speaking of which, Ke Wang hasn't arrived yet." He said to the nanny who had been standing next to him, "Sister, please call my grandson and ask him to come over as soon as possible."
"No, no, I'm already here."
Before Wang Meng could finish his words, Wang Kewang hurried in.
"Something in the club has delayed us."
"You don't have to tell me this."
Wang Kewang quickly said to Zhang Zhong and Zhuang Yu, "Zhang Zhong, Zhuang Yu, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long."
"No, no, President Wang is the head of a company and must be very busy with work. I feel extremely honored to be able to come back." Zhang Zhong said.
Zhuang Yu also said, "We are all acquaintances, so there is no need to be so polite."
Wang Kewang was here, so he didn't care about their treatment. Before he came back and sat down, he was ordered by the old man to do things. After a while, he carried a few chairs out of the room, and then went to cut some fruits and put together a fruit plate.
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After finishing this, Wang Kewang had just sat down when several more guests came.
Several people came in this batch.
Zhang Zhong took a glance and saw that there were five people in total. Among them, he knew Wang Yi and Liu Yuan, and they all had dinner together last time. As for the other three, he had just met them.
However, Zhang Zhong didn't know them, but they all knew Zhang Zhong. After greeting Wang Meng and the others, they greeted Zhang Zhong again. Zhang Zhong didn't know who the other party was, so he could only smile and signal.
Seeing this, Wang Kewang introduced him, "These three are Lin Wenyuan, the president of Yenching University, Li Zhiqiong, the dean of the School of Liberal Arts of Yenching University, and Fang Yingwu, the chairman of the Yenching Writers Association."
Zhang Zhong nodded solemnly and said: "I have admired these three great names for a long time, but I have never had the opportunity to meet them."
The three of them looked at each other with strange expressions, because they had specifically asked Fang Yingwu to invite Zhang Zhong to Yanjing to attend the Writers Association Exchange Conference, but they did not invite him.
But of course they would not mention this matter in person, they all smiled and said, "Nice to meet you."
After everyone sat down, Wang Meng spoke first, "I'm calling you all here. It's not for anything special. I just want to chat with you. There's still some time before dinner. You guys should get to know each other. You are all literary."
Beidou, the world's most powerful and mainstay, will surely be a hot topic."
As people familiar with both parties, Zhuang Yu and the others naturally wanted to help liven up the atmosphere.
Liu Yuan followed up what Mr. Wang said and spoke first, "There are so many topics to talk about. Zhang Zhong is here alone. There are enough topics. Lao Lin, Lao Li, Lao Fang, you three don't need to be reserved. If you want to ask Zhang Zhong,
, just ask. Zhang Zhong, you don’t have to be afraid, even though these three people look fierce, they are actually all good people."
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To say it's nonsensical, Liu Yuan wants to be called second here. No one else dares to say that he is first. He always speaks like this, carefree.
However, the effect was very good, and the atmosphere quickly became lively. Lin Wenyuan smiled and cursed, "Liu Yuan, you are the most vicious-looking person here."