Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 103 At Least 60 Years Old

Liu Feng's family lived in Dafu Mountain Villa, and it was only about three kilometers away by taxi.

His family bought a villa, the one that Zhang Zhong had seen before.

When we arrived at Liu's house, it was Liu Feng who opened the door.

"Mr. Zhang, please come inside."

Liu Feng moved away with a smile, and shouted inside again, "Honey, the guest is here."

Before the hostess came out, Liu Minya ran out and came up to hold Pengpeng's hand, "Zhang Pengpeng, I'll show you something."

"What is it?"

"You'll know when you go in."

When the two young daughters took the elevator up to the second floor, Liu Feng smiled at Zhang Chong, "Min Ya came back from your house last time, and she kept yelling that an elf gave Peng Peng a small wooden house. I also checked it online. It took me a long time to figure out what it was, I just got one for her this afternoon, probably to show off to Pengpeng."

Zhang Zhong smiled and said, "Then you should have asked me a long time ago, and it will save you some trouble."

"It's my fault that I didn't remember it." Liu Feng invited Zhang Zhong to the living room and poured him a cup of tea. "My wife is cooking in there, so I probably won't be able to leave."

"You know I'm busy, but you don't come over to help."

When Cao Cao arrived, Liu Feng's wife Hong Yujiao came out of the kitchen and said to Zhang Chong with a smile, "Mr. Zhang is here. I will cook in the kitchen and let Liu Feng accompany you."

"you are welcome."

Hong Yujiao nodded, and told Liu Feng, "I don't know how to wash some fruit when Mr. Zhang is here. I have to tell you everything."

After speaking, she went back to the kitchen.

Liu Feng smiled and said, "She is the biggest in our family, you sit down first, and I will wash some grapes for you."

"Need not--"

Liu Feng has already got up to get the grapes.

Zhang Zhong sat alone in the living room and looked at the decoration of Liu Feng's house.

He wanted to find inspiration. After all, the new home will be renovated in a while, but the decoration of Liu's house is too expensive and doesn't fit Zhang Zhong's aesthetics, so it has no reference value.

When Liu Feng came back with grapes, he saw Zhang Zhong looking around, and said with a smile, "At home, I pretended it casually, so I'm afraid it won't catch Mr. Zhang's eyes."

"You're welcome, just call me Zhang Zhong. It can be seen that a lot of thought has been put into the decoration of your house. It's definitely not as simple as just pretending."

In fact, although the overall decoration of Liu's house is a bit expensive, it is not bad, but the calligraphy hanging on the back of the living room is a bit out of tune with the overall decoration.

Liu Yuxi's "Humble Room Inscription" is a good parallel essay, but the house in front of me cannot be regarded as a humble room.

In such a magnificent living room, there is such a picture hanging, which always makes people feel arty.

Noticing Zhang Chong's gaze, Liu Feng said, "When I was traveling, I happened to meet a calligrapher auctioning calligraphy and painting. I bid for it. I am not a well-educated person myself, but I looked at the calligraphy. Quite good looking."

The characters are actually mediocre, with too much craftsmanship, so that people can immediately see the stubborn old teacher who is stuck behind the characters at a glance.

As for the calligrapher's auction of calligraphy and painting, it's just a joke.

Many so-called masters hold the title of vice-chairman of the Calligraphy Association, go around to auction calligraphy and paintings, ranging from a few hundred pieces to tens of thousands of pieces, but they just come for profit and go for profit.

Zhang Chong saw many such masters, so he naturally scoffed at it.

He didn't have much contact with Liu Feng, and he didn't have a deep friendship. This was his first time as a guest. Of course, it was impossible to save his face. He just nodded and didn't make any comments.

Liu Feng saw that Zhang Zhong was not interested, and said to him, "I still have some calligraphy and paintings in my study, Zhang Zhong, do you want to go and have a look?"

Zhang nodded his head. He actually likes to visit other people's study rooms.

It is said that the eyes are the window to the soul, but Zhang Zhong thinks that the books a person reads are the windows to his soul.

If you want to know a person's character, it is the quickest way to see what books he usually reads.

Liu Feng's study room is very large, not much smaller than the living room. In addition to two rows of full bookshelves, there is another table and a bed.

The two rows of bookshelves are very large, and there are naturally many books on them. Although they are not overwhelming, they are definitely beyond the level of ordinary people.

In fact, Zhang Zhong didn't believe that Liu Feng had read all these books. After a few conversations, he could feel that Liu Feng was not a well-read person. He is a good reader.

"What book is Brother Liu reading recently?" Zhang Zhong asked Liu Feng with a smile, looking at the ancient and modern Chinese and foreign classics on the bookshelf.

Liu Feng laughed stupidly, "Actually, I bought most of the books on this shelf to save face, and I haven't read much of them. But recently, I like a writer who is a fifth-grade vegetative person. I don't know Zhang Zhong, but you know have no idea."

"heard about it."

"It seems that Zhang Zhong, you don't pay much attention to this aspect. The fifth-grade vegetative person has become very popular recently. I have read several of his books. It's really interesting. I'm chasing his new book "Orient Express" these days. "The Murder Case" is coming to the finale, and netizens are guessing who the murderer is." When it comes to the fifth grade vegetative state, Liu Feng seemed very interested and chatted a lot.

"I usually don't pay much attention to it. I'm just taking care of my children. Are his books good?"

"It's beautiful. I don't like to read those classics, but I like to read this kind of mystery and suspense novels. It's always interesting. I heard that his "Ten Little Indian Boys" will be made into a movie. The director is Wen Jinjiang. Everyone Am looking forward to."

"Want to make a movie?" Zhang Zhong was a little surprised.

"Yeah, the news that just came out this afternoon, the news released by Hua Yi Entertainment, should be correct."

The corners of Zhang Zhong's mouth twitched. He didn't expect Hua Yi to announce that "Ten Little Indian Boys" would be made into a movie so quickly. They probably just signed the copyright contract, so they were in such a hurry to promote it?

He didn't watch the news online today, so he didn't know about it, and he just learned about it from Liu Feng now.

"Hey, let me show you something."

Liu Feng's expression suddenly became somewhat mysterious and proud. He took out a copy of "Ten Little Indian Boys" from the bookshelf, opened the pages, and took out a postcard from the middle.

Zhang Zhong just glanced at it, and immediately knew what it was. The words on it were all written by him.

"The author's own message, I spent [-] to buy it!"

Looking at this postcard worth [-] yuan, Zhang Zhong felt a little complicated.

Liu Feng regarded this postcard as a treasure, and held it gently, and put it back in the book after giving Zhang Zhong a glance.

"The author's handwriting is very beautiful. Some people on the Internet guessed that he is at least 50 years old based on this word." Liu Feng said.

Zhang nodded, "I think he is at least 60 years old."

　There are two updates today, and one update can be added to the recommendation ticket, which will be added tomorrow or the day after tomorrow
　　


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