When it was getting dark, Wang Mengliu and everyone finished their meal, but Zhang Zhong and the others took the initiative to leave when they saw that the old man's energy was a little weak.
After leaving Wang Meng's house and standing in the alley, Zhuang Yu said, "It's rare for everyone to get together. I will be the host tonight and we will have a meal together."
The others were fine, but Lin Ai was a little embarrassed. After all, he wanted to test Zhang Zhong today, but was slapped in the face in the end.
"I'll just..."
Before he could say the words "I'm not going", Wang Kewang took his arm and said, "Old Lin, it's rare for you to come to Yanjing, let's go have a meal together. We didn't know each other before, so it's normal for some to not understand each other.
This makes it even more important to move around more. Zhang Zhong, don’t you think so?”
Since Wang Kewang was mediating in the middle, and Zhang Zhong felt that he had no issues with Lin Ai, he smiled and invited Lin Ai, "Brother Wang is right. Since we finally met, it is fate. Let's have dinner together tonight."
Zhang Zhong had already spoken. Although Lin Ai was an old-fashioned person, he also knew that refusing would be disrespectful, so he agreed, "Then it's better to be respectful than to obey."
"That's right." Wang Kewang said happily.
He has a good relationship with Lin Ai and Zhang Zhong, so he naturally doesn't want to have any misunderstandings between the two parties. Lin Ai may be a bit old-fashioned in his thinking, but he is still a very decent person. You will naturally understand this after getting along for a long time.
Originally, Zhuang Yu said he wanted to do something, but Wang Kewang refused. He insisted on asking him to come this time. After all, he got a piece of Zhang Zhong's calligraphy today.
When talking about this matter, Liu Yuan became indignant.
"I think Mr. Wang's partiality is too obvious."
Zhuang Yu said with a smile, "Your partiality is really wrong. We are just juniors to Mr. Wang, but the editor-in-chief Mr. Wang is Mr. Wang's grandson. There is such a difference between closeness and distance. Why?
Can we call it partiality?"
"That's partiality."
"That's not right. Is it unfair to give it to you?" Wang Yi continued to make trouble.
The place where Wang Kewang invited him to eat was a restaurant called Huguang Yayuan. It looked a bit shabby from the outside, but it was something special once inside.
Zhang Zhong originally thought that the name of the store was random, but he didn't expect to see a lake outside through the hollow stone wall when he entered the back. At this time, the moon was rising, mixed with the city lights, making the lake surface sparkling.
Walking further inside, the scale is even more astonishing. It doesn't look like a hotel at all, but more like the courtyard of a wealthy family in ancient times, with a fake mountain and bamboo forest and winding corridors.
Wang Kewang introduced it as he walked, "Let's not talk about the food here. This scenery is unique to us in Yanjing."
Zhang Zhong thought to himself, after all, in Yanjing, where land is at a premium, it is not something ordinary people can do to build a restaurant in a courtyard next to the water.
"I originally wanted to book a boat for you, but I asked too late. Someone has already booked the boat."
"Huafang?" Lin Aiqi asked.
Wang Kewang nodded, walked a few steps to the wall, and pointed to a corner of the lake, "Well, that's the painting boat. This painting boat is the characteristic of Huguang Yayuan. Except for bad weather, there is a painting boat in the lake every day.
Hospitality.”
"Then the boat will just rest on the shore, or will it swim into the lake?"
"I must swim to the lake."
"Then it's not easy to serve food." Wang Yi was also here for the first time. He considered the problem from a novel angle, thinking that it would be difficult to serve food on this boat in the lake.
Wang Kewang smiled and said, "We only went to the lake after the food was ready."
"It's not easy to add food."
"Well, it's really inconvenient to add vegetables."
While they were talking, they arrived at their private room, which was a private courtyard. However, they were not the only ones eating there, but there were several private rooms.
Zhang Zhong and others passed by one of the boxes. The door of the box was open, and several young men inside were making a fuss about drinking. Judging from the tone of their voices, they must have drank a lot.
Liu Yuan smiled and said, "These young men eat quite early."
Yu Dongyu whispered, "Do you know who is drinking?"
"Who is it?" Liu Yuan looked at Yu Dongyu, "Do you know him?"
"I can't say we know each other, I just met him once. I do know his father."
"Who is his father?"
"Lin Yuanwen."
The name of the president of Yanjing University is familiar to everyone here, and Zhuang Yu and Lin Yuanwen are quite familiar with each other.
However, they were familiar with each other. His relationship with Lin Yuanwen was all about literature, but he didn't know what his son looked like.
"How many sons does Lin Wenyuan have?" Zhuang Yu asked.
"Just one."
Zhuang Yu frowned, "That's strange. I heard that Lin Wenyuan's son is obsessed with literature and has a dull personality."
Looking at the young man in the box, his hair was dyed white with some white highlights, and he also wore a shiny earring.
Perhaps because he was being watched, Lin Xiang frowned and said something, and someone closed the door of the box.
"Let's go, don't worry about these things."
Wang Kewang greeted everyone to their own boxes.
…
Zhang Zhong drank some wine and became a little tipsy.
As the saying goes, the flowers are half blooming and the wine is slightly tipsy. It is the best time to drink wine at this time.
But when he returned to the hotel, he was disliked by Pengpeng.
"Dad, it smells so bad."
Zhang Chong smiled and said, "You girl, you dislike your father."
Although he drank, Zhang Zhong simply took a bath and then went to tell Peng Peng a story.
I was a little tired after drinking, so I told Pengpeng a story, and he fell asleep in a daze.
Later Xu Yuhan came back from outside and called him up.
"Why did you fall asleep here?"
Zhang Zhong scratched his head, "It seems that he fell asleep in the middle of telling a story."
Looking at Pengpeng again, she has also fallen asleep.
Xu Yuhan smiled and said, "You are really awesome. You told Pengpeng a story until you fell asleep, but your daughter still felt sorry for you and covered you with a quilt."
"That's right, of course my daughter feels sorry for me. Let's go, let's go to bed too."
…
He said he wanted to sleep, but after taking a nap just now, Zhang Zhong was no longer sleepy after returning to his room.
After counting sheep for a while and finding that it was of no avail, he simply got up and opened his laptop to continue revising "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea".
The prototype of the protagonist of this book is actually an Indian, but Zhang wanted to change him to a Chinese background, which made the workload a bit heavy.
The copying work has been completed long ago, and I have been making revisions during this period.
However, after making changes for a long time, he felt that nothing was right no matter how he changed it.
After sitting in front of the computer and thinking for a long time, Zhang Zhong closed the original manuscript and opened another folder.
He decided not to revise it like this, but to write a new book based on "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea". The core of the story remained the same, but the content of the story was completely different.