It was already early five o'clock when I came out of Green Field Bookstore.
When they returned to Meng Mu's small building, Pengpeng's class had ended.
Because the next class was not until after 7:30, Xu Yuhan had some free time at this time and was playing with Pengpeng.
To be precise, she is not playing, but doing homework. She is helping Pengpeng make a small umbrella.
The one Zhang Zhong made before was thrown aside, and it seemed that Xu Yuhan had no intention of repairing it.
"Mr. Zhang, actually this small umbrella is not difficult to make. I watched the instructional video given by Pengpeng and their teachers. The operation is quite simple." Xu Yuhan said to Zhang Zhong while folding the paper.
Zhang Zhong smiled awkwardly, "I was a little pressed for time when I came here, so the workmanship was a bit rough."
"No, Dad, we started doing it in the morning and did it until noon." Pengpeng said innocently.
"Uh, ahem, I'll go sit next to you first, Teacher Xu, I'd like to trouble you."
Xu Yuhan waved her hand, "It's okay, I also like doing handicrafts."
Zhang Dian nodded and immediately ran to the rest area. He had just been slapped twice in the face by his daughter, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.
Not long after the last class ended, Pengpeng's easel hadn't been put away yet. Zhang Zhong looked at the painting on it and saw a little bear, which looked a bit like one of the ones he bought for Pengpeng before.
There was an animal that looked like a small bird next to the little bear, but it didn't look like a bird. Zhang Zhong inspected it for a long time and couldn't guess what it was.
If he couldn't guess, he simply stopped guessing. Zhang Zhong paced gently in the studio.
There is another painting on the wall, placed side by side with the previous two paintings. The first two paintings are "Countryside" and "Sunset", and the last one is "Smoke"
"Countryside" was placed in the middle, with "Sunset" on the right and "Smoke" on the left.
Although there are no people in "Smoke", the three paintings have completed the leap from scenery to people.
In a sense, when people see smoke, the first thing they think of is someone cooking.
This obscure artistic technique reminded Zhang Zhong of a story he had heard before about "an ancient temple hidden deep in the mountains".
No matter how looming the temple is, it is not as good as a stone staircase leading deep into the forest.
After looking at the three paintings for a while, a poem came to Zhang Zhong's mind: Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the Nanshan Mountain.
Then I remembered another poem: Beans are planted at the foot of the southern mountain, and the grass is full of bean sprouts.
Thinking of these two poems, my nervous thoughts began to wander to the fields, but then I couldn't help laughing.
I can't help it, because I heard a teacher give a lecture before, and he happened to mention Tao Yuanming.
"Growing beans at the foot of the southern mountain." This poem was very solemn at the beginning, but suddenly there was a sentence at the end, "The grass is rich in beans and the bean sprouts are sparse. If I had planted this ghost field, I would have quit farming. Do you think he doesn't care about farming?"
, he came back with the words "Morning to clean up the wasteland and return home with a lotus hoeing". He went out to hoe the fields early in the morning, and came back after dark at night, and he still planted this ghost field..."
Zhang Zhong seemed to hear Teacher Dai’s voice with a Hubei flavor.
His laughter was not loud, but there was no one else in the studio, so Xu Yuhan noticed it. She glanced towards Zhang Zhong, and when she saw Zhang Zhong standing in front of her painting, many different thoughts suddenly came to her mind.
.
But the most confusing thing is that there is nothing in this series of paintings that can make people laugh.
Of course she would not have thought that Zhang Zhong did not laugh because of this painting, but because of the words of a humorous Chinese professor from another time and space.
After looking at the painting for a while, Zhang Zhong returned to the rest area and looked at his cell phone for a while.
There was a lot of news in the class group. Zhang Zhong flipped through a few pages and saw someone discussing what happened in Jiangyang in the past few days.
Originally, there were not many students coming, and I could definitely count them with two hands. But gradually, the group gradually grew larger, and what was originally a solemn "welcome party" turned into a class party.
Zhang Zhong didn't count them in detail, but he saw about twenty people saying they were going to the party.
However, everyone discussed it for a long time and still couldn't decide on a time. The more people there are, the more details there are. Everyone has their own schedule, and it's impossible for everyone to match it.
One said it would be available in the near future, and the other said it would not be available until the Chinese New Year.
Zhang Zhong read it for a while, but didn't see any constructive resolutions, so he stopped reading.
He logged into Weiyu again. Instead of looking at the 99+ message in the upper right corner, he searched for the words "Jieyou Book Club" in the search bar.
Because when he was at Green Field Bookstore, Zhang Junwei mentioned this before and said that he would create an official WeChat account of the book club so that everyone could pay attention to it.
When Zhang Zhong found this account, what surprised him was that the account he had just created already had more than 500 fans.
There are only twenty-four people in their book club now.
But it’s not difficult to understand. After all, other people in this book club will also help with publicity. The total number of fans of these people is probably more than 500.
After checking the latest news, it was exactly as he expected.
There is only one new update in the entire Weibo, which is probably about the establishment of the book club. There have been more than a hundred forwards and more than two hundred comments.
Most of the comments in the comment area were filled with congratulations, and some people expressed their desire to join.
Zhang Junwei is very conscientious and has his reply under almost every comment in the comment area.
After Zhang Zhong read it, he followed this account.
After doing all this, it was getting late, and Xu Yuhan over there finally helped Pengpeng make a small umbrella.
Zhang Zhong was still thinking, Xu Yuhan just said it was easy, didn't it actually take nearly two hours to make a small umbrella?
But when he walked to them and saw the umbrella, he was dumbfounded.
More than one umbrella.
One is the one that Pengpeng and their teachers ordered to make, made of red origami. Xu Yuhan helped make this one with a high degree of completion, basically just like the sample in the picture.
This is not surprising to Zhang Zhong. What really surprised Zhang Zhong was the larger paper umbrella next to the small red umbrella.
The umbrella of the little red umbrella is only as big as half a palm, but the umbrella of the paper umbrella next to it is as big as an ordinary vegetable dish, which is not the same magnitude at all.
And the colors on the paper umbrella are even more amazing. The wrinkled umbrella surface has a picture of summer rain and lotus painted on it. As the umbrella surface expands and contracts, the water surface in the painting also has a sparkling look that is wrinkled by the breeze.
Feel.
"Dad, Teacher Xu made me a big umbrella. I will use this umbrella when it rains."
This umbrella cannot be used when it rains...
But Zhang Zhong didn’t need to remind him, Peng Peng held up the umbrella and tried it on his head, but then said in disappointment, “Peng Peng’s head is too big, and the big paper umbrella can’t cover it.”