Chapter 463 Shouldn't science fiction writers be science students in the class?
Looking at the pile of paper in front of him, Shen Jian sighed secretly. People outside could not ask for a single word from Zhang Zhong, but who would have thought that there was such a pile in front of him, thrown there like rubbish? .
"How about you write me a letter with a brush?" Shen Jian said, "excessive", then he waved his hand again, "Forget it, forget it, I was just joking."
"Oh, that's okay. Then I'll pour some ink out. I'm still worried about not being able to find beautiful paper for writing with a hard pen." Zhang Zhong put down the pen, found a brush and ink, and then took out another piece of paper that he usually writes on. Letterhead rice paper for small regular script.
This kind of letterhead rice paper has vertical secant lines, which is very suitable for writing letters and is also more beautiful.
Shen Jian looked at Zhang Zhong's series of actions as if he was in a dream. He felt as if he only wanted a sesame seed but got a big watermelon.
Zhang Zhong ignored him and started writing after adjusting the ink.
He did not imitate the ancient times just because he wrote with a brush. Instead, he used the format of modern letters and wrote in vernacular.
After he finished writing, he said to Shen Jian, "Hey, I've written it for you. Do you want to get you an envelope and a postmark?"
Shen Jian said quickly, "No, no, that's enough."
"Well, well, let's go down and have a cup of tea first. Leave this letter here to dry for a while, and then come up and pick it up soon."
"good."
After having a cup of tea with Shen Jian, Zhang Zhong went to pick up Peng Peng.
"Pengpeng is back." Shen Jian said with a smile when he saw Pengpeng.
Pengpeng suddenly froze when he saw Shen Jian.
"Why, don't you remember uncle?"
Pengpeng rubbed his head, thought for a moment, and said loudly, "You are Uncle Shen Jian who often appears on TV."
Most of Shen Jian's impressions on Pengpeng were still on TV. The number of times Pengpeng saw Shen Jian in person was far less than the number of times she saw him on TV.
"Pengpeng is so awesome, he still remembers me."
"My memory is very good." Pengpeng said proudly.
"Okay, I'm going to cook. Pengpeng, aren't you going to make a little butterfly these two days? Let your Uncle Shen teach you." Zhang Zhong said.
"Don't you want Teacher Xu to teach me?" Pengpeng said.
"Your Uncle Shen is also very good, and it will be the same if you ask him to teach you."
"Really?"
"Really." Zhang Zhongcai didn't know how good Shen Jian's handiwork was. Anyway, just let him play with Pengpeng.
"What little butterfly?" Shen Jian asked.
Pengpeng took out a book from his schoolbag and turned to one of the pages, "That's the butterfly."
Shen Jian looked at the book and smiled confidently, "There are also tutorials, don't worry, leave them to me."
Seeing Shen Jian slapping his chest, Zhang Zhong curled his lips, as if he had seen his confident self before.
Zhang Zhong smiled and went to the kitchen to cook.
When the food was ready, Zhang Zhong came out and asked them to eat.
Unexpectedly, Pengpeng held up a handmade butterfly and shouted, "Dad, Dad, Uncle Shen is really awesome. This butterfly is more beautiful than the one made by our teacher."
Zhang Zhong looked at the butterfly in Peng Peng's hand and his face was full of confusion. Shen Jian was really hiding something.
Shen Jian smiled and said, "My boy used to have a lot of homework like this. I couldn't do it at first, but then I worked hard and did pretty well."
"It's not bad, it's very good." Zhang Zhong sighed, he must not underestimate a man who has been a father for many years.
Pengpeng also said, "Yes, he did much better than my father."
"You girl." How can you expose your father's shortcomings?
Fortunately, Zhang Zhong came back with the food later, and Shen Jian kept praising Zhang Zhong: "Your cooking skills are really good. I don't have this talent. Your sister-in-law prepares all the food in the house. I am in the kitchen." I can’t go in more than a few times a year.”
Zhang Zhong was a little overwhelmed by the praise, "No, no, it's not difficult to cook. Just put the vegetables in the pot and cook them."
Shen Jian smiled and said nothing. This was the difference. When he used to exaggerate and write well with heavy characters, Zhang Zhong had no reaction, but when he praised his delicious cooking, Zhang Zhong was very happy.
The reason for this is because Zhang Zhong's handwriting is really good, but the food...
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After Yu Jing had lunch, she started walking around. She had been in college for almost a year, but she hadn't been around the school much.
She usually loves to watch TV dramas. Apart from going to class, she just stays in the dormitory and watches TV dramas. Of course, sometimes she will also find some romance novels to read. There is no way, there are too few good TV dramas, so she can only find herself in the novels. The story I wanted.
As she walked, she came to a bookstore and couldn't help but want to go in, but she knew that she would definitely come out empty-handed, because the novels she usually read were romance novels, and they were all read on her mobile phone.
The bookstore is not big, but it is quite lively. There are several people gathered around the bookshelf at the door, seeming to be discussing a book.
Yu Jing took a closer look and saw that it was a novel called "Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?". The author's name - Zhang Zhong was written on the waistband.
She had never read Zhang Zhong's book, but she had seen this name many times, especially during this period. He seemed to have won a Nebula Award. She was not familiar with this award, but she heard from others that it was quite impressive, and It was the first one obtained by China.
Yu Jing had participated in the fun on the Internet and expressed congratulations on the news, but she turned around and never paid attention again.
There must be many people who are just joining in the fun like her. There are really not many people around her reading science fiction novels.
But the title of the book in front of me is quite interesting. Why do androids dream of electric sheep?
It should be another science fiction novel. In Yu Jing's impression, science fiction novels are about spaceships, aliens, robots, Star Wars and the like. She really felt bored.
However, the special title and the ultimate fame made her pick up a trial copy and start reading.
There were only two trial books, and she was able to get one only because the others didn't seem to want to read the trial books at all. They just took the books and paid for them before reading.
"A brisk electric current came from the mood regulator beside the bed, waking up Qin Feng..."
Yu Jing started reading. She thought about reading a little before going back to the dormitory to watch dramas. The latest Korean drama seemed to be updated.
"After a while"...
Yu Jing rubbed her sour eyes and looked at the time again. She was surprised to find that she had been reading this book for more than three hours. She actually spent such a long time reading a science fiction novel. This was the first time she had read it. She couldn't imagine it.
The key is that this author's writing style is too good. She doesn't have those gorgeous words, but she can always drive the words into her heart.
Can science fiction writers also write like this? Aren’t they all stereotypical science students?