It's not that he wanted to get up so early, it was just that his two grandsons were fighting in the living room early in the morning, and he couldn't sleep due to the noise.
Zhuang Yu got married relatively early and has two sons and a daughter. The two sons have already married and each has a son.
My youngest daughter just started her master's degree this year. She came back from vacation two days ago, stayed there for two days, and then went out to play again.
Their two sons don't live with them, but their grandson comes over when they have holidays.
It is said that they are relatives across generations, but Zhuang Yu is quite annoyed by these two little grandsons. These two young boys don't have enough to eat, they can't do anything well, and they know how to fight every day.
After Zhuang Yu got up and washed himself, he said to his two grandsons who were playing in the living room, "You two, go to the study to practice Chinese calligraphy for two hours."
"Ah——" the two grandsons wailed at the same time.
Let alone two hours of writing, if they were left in the study for five minutes, they would feel uncomfortable.
Grandma Li Xiuying, who was preparing breakfast in the kitchen, heard the movement in the living room and poked her head out, "What's wrong?"
"Grandma, grandpa asked us to practice Chinese calligraphy for two hours," the eldest grandson complained.
"Two hours is a bit long, so let's practice for half an hour." After that, Li Xiuying turned to look at Zhuang Yu, "How old are they, you're not afraid of wearing out their hands."
"Pampering without knowing it is like killing a spoiled child." Zhuang Yu curled his lips, but in the end did not speak out.
It was rare to get up early, so Zhuang Yu got up and opened the window. However, seeing that the air outside was not very good, he closed the window again.
I turned around to sit on the sofa and read the news, when the doorbell rang.
"You two, go open the door." Zhuang Yu ordered his two grandsons.
"Brother, you go."
"I won't go, you go."
"If you are older, let me hold you."
"You should be younger and listen to me."
Zhuang Yu became a little impatient and said, "Let's go together."
Although the two grandsons are naughty, they have always been afraid of grandpa, so they could only go to open the door together.
"Grandpa, the courier is your courier."
Zhuang Yu raised his eyebrows. He didn't buy anything either. What kind of express delivery could he get?
I got up and walked over. There was a middle-aged man standing at the door, wearing a suit and leather shoes. At first glance, he was not a courier.
When the man saw Zhuang Yu, he smiled and said, "Teacher Zhuang, Mr. Zhang sent me here to deliver books to you."
Zhuang Yu looked at the big paper bag he handed over and suddenly remembered what was going on. He patted his forehead and said, "Oh, thank you. Sit inside. Xiuying, we have a guest. Please pour me a cup of tea."
Xu Yang looked at Zhuang Yu, who was wearing pajamas, and sighed that he could be in such close contact with him. He willingly agreed to Zhuang Yu's invitation, but before his task was completed, he shook his head and said, "You're welcome, Teacher Zhuang, please
This is the first one, there are several other teachers whose books I haven’t given away yet.”
"Hey, it doesn't matter if you deliver it to them later. I'm really sorry to bother you to come and deliver it to them in this cold weather. Come in and have a sip of hot water, and let me do my best." Zhuang Yu said.
"It's really no need, Teacher Zhuang. Thank you for your kindness. My car is still parked down there. If I don't go there, the security guard of your community will probably come looking for me."
Zhuang Yu nodded, "Well, thank you very much. In fact, just find a courier to deliver it. There is really no need to go there in person."
"Okay, then I won't send you away and walk slowly."
After Xu Yang left, Zhuang Yu took the paper bag and walked into the house. Li Xiuying was coming over with a kettle, "Where are you, didn't you say we have guests?"
"Let's go, it's Zhang Zhong's man, here to deliver the book." As he said that, Zhuang Yu also raised the paper bag in his hand.
"Oh, what book am I giving you? It looks quite thick."
"The new book will be released tomorrow, so I took a back door to have a sneak peek." Zhuang Yu said with a smile.
"Well, don't rush to read it yet. Breakfast is ready. You can read it after you eat."
"good."
Zhuang Yu said okay, but his hands involuntarily opened the paper package.
There were two books wrapped in the yellow oil paper bag. Zhuang Yu raised his eyebrows and said, "This book is quite thick. I am afraid it is a masterpiece with a million words."
After getting the book, he walked to the small restaurant and opened the book.
What Xu Yang said just now made him happy and anxious at the same time.
Happily, he was the first among them to get the book, and anxiously, it won't take long for them to get the book too.
No, he must be the first to finish reading this book.
Xu Yang probably wouldn't have thought that Zhuang Yu would care so much about his casual words, let alone that Zhuang Yu, a big shot in the literary world, would act like a child and have to compare himself with others for such a thing.
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The beginning of this book tells the time, an ordinary day in February and March of 1975.
It seems that the protagonist of this book is a poor student named Sun Shaoping. He is a boy of 17 or 18 years old who is old enough to eat and drink.
But he could only eat two sorghum buns per meal.
It is said that in the old society, landlords did not use sorghum to feed their livestock because it was the most beautiful and nutritious grain.
But even such nutritious sorghum steamed buns cannot be supplied in sufficient quantities.
I can't even eat enough.
Zhuang Yu thought of his own childhood. Sun Shaoping should be about the same age as Zhuang Yu, maybe a few years older than him.
But Zhuang Yu still remembers those days clearly.
There is no exaggeration in the book, because Zhuang Yu lived such a life when he was a child.
Zhuang Yu's father used to open a shop in Cunjitou specializing in beef noodles. He remembered clearly that the price was five cents a bowl.
But even if it was home-sold beef noodles for five cents a bowl, Zhuang Yu didn't eat it a few times until the shop closed, so he couldn't bear to part with it.
Zhuang Yu went to school relatively late. He only entered the first grade of elementary school when he was ten years old. The tuition fee was 50 cents a semester. He had to go home before and after school to help the family herd the cattle. From this point of view, Sun Shaoping was actually better than Zhuang Yu.
It's better, after all, Zhuang Yu was still in junior high school when he was sixteen or seventeen.
Just after reading two chapters, Zhuang Yu's thoughts started to fly.
It may be due to the background of the times. At least for now, this book "The Ordinary World" touches him more deeply than the previous "Xu Sanguan Sells Blood".
The further down he looked, the more surprised Zhuang Yu felt.
Why did Zhang Zhong know so much about life at that time?
He had thought about this issue before when "Xu Sanguan Sells Blood" came out, but he was not as surprised at that time as he is now.
Because the writing technique of "Xu Sanguan Sells Blood" is even more suspended, blurring the historical environment and life background a lot. Unlike this book, the life background of the characters is as thin as a thread.
If we use paintings as an analogy, "Xu Sanguan Sells Blood" is an impressionist painting, while "The Ordinary World" is a hyperrealist painting.