Shen Jian's previous films were basically comedy films, and as we all know, it is very difficult for comedy films to win awards. No, it is not very high, it is extremely difficult.
So the previous film festivals had nothing to do with Shen Jian. This time he could go to the film festival and win an award. He was even more happy than if the movie was a box office hit.
"I came to you this time because I want to ask you for a favor." Shen Jian said with a somewhat embarrassed expression.
Zhang Chong smiled and said, "Tell me, as for our relationship, please stop being coy."
"Well, it's like this. CCTV put on a program called "The Scholar" and invited me to be there. The program was nothing special. I just read an article. You know, I don't usually read much traditional literature, and I don't I knew why CCTV approached me, but this was a good opportunity for me, so I agreed. After much deliberation, I chose "Xu Sanguan Sells Blood" because of the movie. I am also the most familiar with this book.”
"This is a good thing. How can I help you?" Zhang Zhong said.
"Originally, I just went to read it, but the director of the CCTV column group asked me if I could ask you to help me write something or record a video. It probably meant that I could help you read something... I know this It's very embarrassing. If you don't want to, just pretend that I didn't say anything and let's chat." Shen Jian said a little embarrassed. He knew that Zhang Zhong had never participated in a variety show, so it was really not good to say such a thing.
But Zhang Zhong smiled and said, "What's so difficult about this? Just don't let me pass. Let's do this. I'll write you a letter and entrust you with full authority to introduce "Xu Sanguan's Blood Seller" to me. Like this The program format is conducive to the promotion of literature, which is a good thing, and I am very happy to help."
Shen Jian didn't expect Zhang Zhong to agree so readily, and said with surprise and joy, "I don't even know what to say. To tell you the truth, I made this request to you today, and I also struggled a lot. , If nothing else, I’ll use coffee instead of wine and give you a toast, I’m done.”
"Hey, don't..." Zhang Zhong raised his hand to stop him, but it was too late. Shen Jian had already picked up the coffee and drank it in one gulp.
"Drinking coffee like this is not good for your stomach. I said, with our relationship, you don't have to do this. If you need help in the future, just tell me. The same goes for me. If I don't want to help, If you are busy, I will tell you directly and we will not make any detours."
Shen Jian nodded, "Okay."
It is said that the friendship between gentlemen is as light as water. Shen Jian felt that making friends with Zhang Zhong was like drinking from a bottle of sweet spring. They were open-minded, tolerant and understanding of each other, without being harsh, coercive, jealous or clingy.
"Have you brought a pen and paper?" Zhang Zhong asked.
"No, I didn't expect you to agree so quickly, and there's no need to be in such a hurry. You can just write it later and I'll pick it up later."
Zhang Zhong took a sip of the coffee in his cup and stood up, "Let's go."
"Where to go?" Shen Jian asked curiously.
"Of course I am going to write you a letter and go to my house, but there is no coffee at my house, only tea." Zhang Zhong said.
Shen Jian's eyes lit up, "Tea is better, I'm more used to it."
The cafe is not far from Zhang Zhong's home, and it didn't take long for the two of them to walk there.
"Which floor is your home on?" Shen Jian asked, looking at the small high-rise building in front of him.
"Let's go to the second floor." Zhang Zhong said.
He didn't say which floor he lived on, only the second floor. Although Shen Jian felt strange, he didn't think much about it.
But when Zhang Zhong opened the door on the first floor, Shen Jian asked, "Didn't you say you were going to the second floor?"
"Well, the outer corridor was removed when I was renovating it. If I want to go to the second floor, I can't use the elevator from the outside. I have to go inside."
Shen Jian was stunned for a moment, "You wouldn't tell me that this and the second floor belong to your house."
Zhang Zhong smiled and said, "Three, four, five and six, too."
"Loud." Shen Jian gave a thumbs up.
In fact, what he couldn't figure out was that since it was so big, why not buy a villa? Although the villa may not have such a large area, it was better in that the overall design was better, and the better villas also had a large yard. The most important thing was Yes, villas are cheap.
He is from Jiangyang, and he is well aware of the housing prices in this area. If this building does not cost tens of millions, it is impossible to buy it. If you want to buy a villa, the villas in Fuda Villa opposite Iris Park only cost a few million. One set, this money can buy several sets.
The thoughts of rich people... No, I seem to be a rich person myself. Shen Jian shook his head and thought that this was probably a hobby of literati.
"Pengpeng goes to school." Seeing that no one was home, Shen Jian asked.
"Well, let's go to school. I'll pick her up after a while. You don't have to leave at noon. Just eat here."
"How can this be so embarrassing?"
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. I usually cook by myself, and I won't go out of my way to add food to you. You can eat whatever we eat."
Shen Jian said with a smile, "Okay, let's try your craft today."
After the two of them arrived in the study, Zhang Zhong looked for paper and pens on the desk, "This is what you gave me before. The paper I use to write on is ordinary paper, so I'll just make do with it."
"Well, it's okay. It's not that particular." After entering the study, Shen Jian looked around and saw a pile of rice paper with calligraphy written on it on the ground. He walked closer and looked at it curiously.
Seeing the one above, he was surprised and said, "It's such a well-written piece of writing, just throw it on the ground?"
Zhang Zhong, who was looking for paper, looked back and saw that what Shen Jian was talking about was a part of "Jiucheng Palace Liquan Ming" that he wrote last night. He usually rarely wrote Ou Kai. Yesterday, he wrote a little bit and felt unsatisfied, so he just left it. Throw it in the pile of paper.
In fact, he rarely puts away the written words when he writes a post, and usually throws it into the pile of paper.
"Brother Shen also likes calligraphy?" Zhang Chong said with a smile.
"When I was in middle school, I was forced to practice for a period of time, but I stopped writing in the middle. Although I didn't practice for a long time, I knew "Jiucheng Palace Liquan Ming", which was better than what I was taught at that time. The professor who wrote it did a good job, but it would be a pity to throw it on the ground."
"It's no pity, it's just a few words. Just pour some ink when you want to write."
Zhang Zhong felt that there was nothing good about this kind of calligraphy and there was nothing memorable about it. Even if he saved it, he might forget when he wrote it and what his mood was when he wrote it.
Without these things, such a calligraphy would have little meaning to him.
On the contrary, sometimes I accidentally write a few words, such as the inscription for He Ruchu's rooster picture before. Even though the writing may not be as good as what I usually write at home, the meaning is different.