When the family returned to the hotel, it was already past nine o'clock. Maybe Pengpeng guessed the riddles too hard today and overused his brain, so he fell asleep in Zhang Zhong's arms on the way back.
Pengpeng should weigh about forty pounds with her clothes on, and it would be difficult even for Zhang Zhong to hold her. Oh, by the way, this girl also ate a lot of roast duck just now, which made her gain a lot of weight.
It took a lot of effort to carry Pengpeng back to her room. He originally thought that if she came back sober, he would let her get up and take a bath. However, until Zhang Zhong put her on the bed, she was still sleeping soundly. There was nothing about taking a bath.
Just give up.
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Wang Kewang made himself a cup of strong coffee, although his wife had warned him many times not to drink coffee so late.
But the habits he has developed over the years cannot be changed at all. Now it seems that as soon as it gets dark, the cells in his body protest against him, insisting that he drink coffee.
In the afternoon, deputy editor Er Shan came to his house to discuss the poetry conference with him.
Ershan means that the poetry conference Wang Kewang wants to hold should not be held this year. All conditions are not met, so we can only settle for the second best and continue the essay solicitation activities in previous years.
But Wang Kewang is still unwilling to give up. Could it be that they can't accomplish this?
What he wants is for many poets to gather together, talk about poetry and songs, and spread inspiration. This will be a grand event, how can it be compared with an ordinary essay competition.
I took a sip of the coffee, but the temperature hadn't cooled down yet, making my tongue numb.
Looking up at the calligraphy that had just been hung on the wall, Wang Kewang felt a little regretful. When he invited Zhang Zhong to dinner yesterday, he thought about mentioning the poetry conference to Zhang Zhong. If nothing else, he naturally wanted Zhang Zhong to participate.
As long as he can participate, all the problems before Wang Kewang will be solved.
If Zhang Zhong was originally from the poetry world, it would not be difficult to talk about it. However, although Zhang Zhong can also publish poems, he has no intersection with the poetry circle. Perhaps the biggest intersection is with himself, the editor-in-chief of "Poetry"
They're friends.
So until the end of last night, he was not embarrassed to say this.
Since it couldn't be opened at that time, it would be difficult to open it later.
The regret in Wang Kewang's heart was not only because he could not ask Zhang Zhong to help him solve those practical problems, but also because he felt that such a great poet as Zhang Zhong seemed to have nothing to do with their poetry world.
"I never see the ancients before me, and never see the coming ones after me. I think about the long journey of heaven and earth, and I shed tears with sadness."
The more he read this poem, the more he found its deeper meaning difficult to fathom.
There is also this word.
As the grandson of Wang Meng, he has never eaten pork and has seen pigs running, and he often sees pigs running, so he also knows a little about calligraphy.
When appreciating cursive calligraphy, many people like to talk about "crazy", but from this calligraphy, Wang Kewang can't see madness, but what he sees is "stability" and "ease". In addition, there is also a touch of sadness.
It goes hand in hand with this poem.
Because it was stable, the injury was highlighted.
And because of the ease, the words and content are abysmal and elusive.
After getting the calligraphy yesterday, he took good care of it. He took it to be framed early this morning and hung it in the study in the afternoon.
Originally hanging in this position was a Qing Dynasty calligraphy he had collected before, but in the end he decided to remove the calligraphy to make way for Zhang Zhong's poem.
This is enough for his study.
Jingle bell bell…
Wang Kewang was looking at the poem in a daze, when suddenly his cell phone rang. He picked it up and took a look, but he never expected that it was a call from Zhang Zhong.
He smiled. This was probably a kind of fate. Just as he was looking at Zhang Zhong's handwriting, Zhang Zhong called.
"Hello, Zhang Zhong." After answering the phone, Wang Kewang said.
Zhang Zhong apologized on the other end of the phone, "Brother Wang, are you asleep? It's really rude to bother you so late."
Wang Kewang smiled and said, "No, I always go to bed late. Is there anything wrong with contacting me so late?"
"It's nothing important. I'm really embarrassed to ask. I just wanted to ask if you have the phone number of Huguang Yayuan. I want to book a private room there in the next two days." Zhang Zhong said, and he checked online after he came back.
, but it was not found, so I could only call and trouble Wang Kewang. Since Wang Kewang could book a private room before, he should have contact information.
"Oh, this is simple. How about this? Just tell me the time and I will book it for you." Wang Kewang felt that he was familiar with Huguang Yayuan after all, so it would be easier for him to help book it.
Zhang Zhong thought for a while and said, "Actually, I just want to see if I can book a boat."
"Painting a boat, I'm afraid this is a bit difficult."
"I know it's definitely a bit difficult, so I just wanted to try asking. It doesn't have to be a boat." Zhang Zhong said.
Wang Kewang pondered for a moment and said, "It's okay. Let's do this. I'll book it for you. I'll try my best to get you a painted boat. If that doesn't work, I'll get you an ordinary box."
"This...how embarrassing."
"Since we are friends, I should help you with this small favor. Just tell me the time."
"Then I'm sorry to bother you, Brother Wang. The time is the night after tomorrow."
"Okay, then I will give you an answer later. If there is no private room, I will ask you to make preparations in advance."
"Brother Wang is interested."
"You're welcome, hang up the phone now, I'll call you later."
After hanging up the phone, Wang Kewang found Huguang Yayuan's phone number and was about to dial it when he stopped again.
If you want to order a boat, I'm afraid you won't be able to call the regular member phone number. You have to go directly to their boss.
Then he changed the number and dialed again.
The phone was connected, and the voice of a cheerful middle-aged man on the other side rang, "Editor Wang, I'm calling you now. What are your instructions?"
"Mr. Li is joking, I have something to trouble you with. Is there any free time at the Huguang Yayuan Pavilion the day after tomorrow?"
The other party smiled and said, "Editor Wang wants to invite someone to dinner?"
"It's not me, a friend asked me to ask."
"I wonder who this friend, Editor Wang, is?"
Wang Kewang smiled and said, "Mr. Li, has this boat been booked?"
Li Xuan was a little curious when he heard that Wang Kewang did not want to reveal his friend's name, but since Wang Kewang called specifically, this friend's identity must be unusual.
He thought for a while and said, "It's a coincidence. I originally booked the boat for the day after tomorrow. Since Editor Wang's friend wants to use it, I'll let it go."
"How can I let Mr. Li give up my love?"
"You can use your own things whenever you want. Editor Wang's friends are my Li's friends. Let's do this. I'll leave the painting boat for your friend the day after tomorrow. Just tell the front desk when you come."
"Then thank you, Mr. Li."
"You're welcome. If you have time, Editor-in-Chief Wang would like to give you a compliment and have a meal together? I've asked you several times, but unfortunately, I don't have time to catch up with you."
"Okay, next time I will go to the appointment no matter how busy I am."
After booking the private room, Wang Kewang went to reply to Zhang Zhong.