The next morning, Zhang Zhong first sent Pengpeng to school, and then went to Meng Mu's Xiaozhu.
Because most of the people admitted to Mengmu Xiaozhu are children, there was no one here on Monday.
The reason why Zhang Zhong came here today is because he has a regular calligraphy class student at Mengmu Xiaozhu, Li Yong, who was going to give him a writing brush before.
Zhang Zhong has relatively few classes at Mengmu Xiaozhu, but Li Yong is there every time he comes. Xu Yuhan said that this guy basically comes every other day. Even if there is no class, he will be in the calligraphy classroom by himself.
Practice calligraphy.
Li Yong's foundation is relatively poor, and because he is older, many writing habits are difficult to correct, so practicing calligraphy is a little more difficult than those children.
However, he also has advantages compared with children, that is, he has money, leisure, and perseverance.
I have been studying for such a long time, and I have to write almost every day. I am now considered a beginner.
Yesterday, he sent a message asking Zhang Zhong if he had time. He had recently produced a "Manuscript for Nephew Memorial" and wanted Zhang Zhong to take a look.
Zhang Zhong is quite interested. After all, Li Yong has been studying with him for so long, so he has some kind of friendship with him.
When he arrived at Meng Mu's small building, Li Yong had already arrived.
"Where is your post? Can you show it to me?"
Li Yong smiled and took out his post from the bag and unfolded it on the table. Zhang Zhong stood by the table with his hands on his hands and looked at it briefly. He nodded and said, "The basic skills are getting more and more solid, but I am still a little impatient.
In fact, I don't recommend that you read "Manuscript of Nephew Memorial" now. This post contains too much emotion. All changes in the rhythm of writing are due to different emotions and mental states. And you are now reading this post. On the one hand,
The writing technique is too difficult for you. On the other hand, you are too preoccupied with thinking about how to write like it, but you don’t understand the emotion inside."
"To be honest, I don't know much about what this post is about." Li Yong scratched his head and said.
Zhang Zhong glanced at Li Yong with some surprise. When Zhang Zhong was in class before, he usually talked about calligraphy. Even if there were extensions, he didn't go into more depth because he was concerned about the children. And he often left directly after class.
Generally speaking, I don’t have in-depth communication with Li Yongyong.
He originally thought that Li Yong practiced calligraphy so hard that he would not even understand the content of these posts.
After all, it is not difficult to figure out the content of these posts. Just search online and everything will come out.
Seeing the confusion in Zhang Zhong's eyes, Li Yong added, "I didn't like studying very much when I was a child. I dropped out of school when I was a teenager and went to work with my father in engineering. I have been dawdling around in these years. Last year, I suddenly felt that I was a human being.
I was a little confused, so I stopped. I originally wanted to make up for the regrets of my youth by reading more, but I found that I couldn't get into it at all. I guess I have dyslexia. Finally I discovered calligraphy, and after learning it for a while, I got into it.
.When I write now, I am like an old bricklayer at a construction site. Although I know how to build walls, I don’t know how to build a building.”
Zhang Zhong felt that the metaphor used by Li was quite appropriate. Zhang Zhong nodded, "It doesn't matter. Just do it step by step. Knowing how to build a wall is already better than many people. But I still suggest that you read more books.
Everything is difficult at the beginning, but maybe after you read for a while, you will find that reading is not as difficult as you think. As for the so-called dyslexia, it is probably your own imagination."
"Then - okay, I listen to you. What do you think I should read first? Should I look for those classical Chinese texts?" Li Yong is like a primary school student now, and the teacher Zhang Zhong's words are like
It's like an imperial edict.
Zhang Zhong smiled and waved his hand, "No need, go to the bookstore and read whatever you can read. Don't think about becoming a writer all of a sudden. Reading is the same as eating. If you like meat, eat meat.
If you like to be vegetarian, then be vegetarian. And people's preferences are not static. Maybe if you eat too much vegetarian food, you will also think about eating meat, and if you eat too much meat, you will also think about becoming vegetarian."
"Well, I understand." Li Yong pursed his lips and said. Although he said he wanted to go to the bookstore, he still felt a little resistant in his heart.
After "retiring" from the construction site, it's not like he never went to the bookstore.
But that experience made him a little uncomfortable. When he walked into the bookstore and was surrounded by rows of bookshelves, he felt as if he had fallen into a bottomless pool.
He knew that it was the fear from the bottom of his heart.
"Okay, we're here today, I have something else to do later."
Zhang Zhong looked at the time. He had two classes in the morning and he had to rush to school now.
Li Yong nodded, "Go and do your work, I've wasted your time today."
"You are welcome."
After Zhang Zhong left, Li Yong stood in front of the table and looked at the handwriting he had written carefully. What Teacher Zhang just said was right, he was indeed too impetuous, and what emotional and psychological changes Teacher Zhang mentioned,
He didn't understand it at all, it was an unfamiliar field to him.
He put away his words and stepped out of Meng Mu's small building.
Standing at the door of Meng Mu's small house, he looked around.
He remembered that there was a bookstore nearby, maybe he should go and have a look. He was afraid that the determination he finally made just now would be worn away after a while.
Five minutes later, Li Yong stood at the door of a bookstore, looking at the crowded people inside, and he felt a little bit reluctant to quit.
Why are there so many people in the bookstore?
Has the world changed? He originally thought that most people in the world were like him and didn't like reading.
After hesitating for a long time, Li Yong finally made up his mind and walked towards the bookstore.
When he walked into the bookstore, his eyes suddenly widened, because there was a poster right at the entrance of the bookstore, and the person printed on it was none other than Teacher Zhang, whom he had just met not long ago.
Why was Teacher Zhang printed as a poster and placed in a bookstore?
[Zhang's new work "Lord of the Flies" is now on the shelves!]
There are also a series of titles below, including Wei Feng Award winner, Pu Songling Award winner, Xingyun Award...
Although Li Yong didn't know what these titles represented, he knew that it must be awesome to win so many awards.
And those people crowding around the bookshelf are all here for Teacher Zhang’s new book.
"Buy it quickly and let's go out. This bookstore is too small and there are too many people."
“I don’t know what to write in the new book.”
"We'll find out later when we go back and take a look."
"Anyway, no matter what you write, as long as it is Zhang Da's work, I like to read it."
"Isn't this nonsense?"
Listening to the words of the two young people next to him, Li Yong felt that he was in contact with another world, a world that he had never been exposed to before, a world that was different from a construction site or a social bar.
Because of Teacher Zhang, he came into contact with this world.
After standing next to the bookshelf for a long time, he went directly to the bookstore employee and asked, "I want all of Teacher Zhang Zhongzhang's books."
"All the books?" The staff member glanced at Li Yong, then pointed to a bookshelf in the back row and said, "Except for the new books, all Zhang Zhong's books are there."
"Thanks."
Li Yong nodded and thanked him. When he walked to the bookshelf, he realized why the staff member looked at him so strangely just now. It was because Teacher Zhang had too many books. Even if he took one, he probably wouldn't be able to hold it.