Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 206 I'm About to Take Off

"Tea Cave."

Wang Meng wiped the corners of his eyes. When the war was fought, their troops had been there, and it has been decades since.

He still has some impressions of the White Tower mentioned in the book, but he can't remember the old man of Dutou. Is there really such a person?
They didn't stay in Chadong for long at that time, but they must have touched Dutou.

Cui Cui, she is really a good girl, but the ending is a bit unsatisfactory.

Wang Meng stood up, and the nanny who had been waiting outside the door was shocked when he saw him get up, and he was relieved when he saw that the old man was in good spirits.

The old man is more than 100 years old. Although he is still in good health, his family must still be worried. He also likes to live in a yard by himself, and no one else is allowed to move in.

The sons and daughters wanted to find a personal nanny to take care of him. At first, he was reluctant, but he couldn't stand the soft words of the juniors, and finally agreed.

But the nanny came here all day and nothing happened. He could handle eating, drinking, and messing with himself. The nanny's task was to prevent any accidents from happening.

Just now Wang Meng sat on the sofa holding a stack of A4 papers and read them for more than two hours without moving.

After reading the book for two hours, Wang Meng felt exhausted, but he still chose to stand up and take a walk.

"Sister, where are you from?" Wang Meng suddenly asked after walking around the room twice.

The nanny froze for a moment before realizing that Mr. Wang was calling him.

Wang Meng's ancestral home is in Jinwei. For women, no matter how big or small they are, they are called eldest sisters.

"Mr. Wang, my family belongs to Xu Du."

Wang Meng nodded, "I can't tell the accent."

The nanny smiled shyly, "I came out early, and I haven't spoken the native language for many years."

"Don't forget your local accent. According to you, you haven't been home?" Wang Meng asked again.

"My family is in a valley, too poor to survive, so I came out a long time ago." The nanny smiled innocently. Since she came to work as a nanny, it was the first time she had talked so much with Wang Meng. The old man seemed very interested today.

"I went to Xudu when I was young. Speaking of which, your Xudu has relatively few mountains, unlike the Yunnan-Guizhou area. There is not much water, and it is not as good as southern Hunan."

"You have seen a lot. You must have been everywhere."

Wang Meng waved his hand with a smile, "At that time, the traffic was not so convenient. It can't be compared with now. Now, as long as you want, you can go anywhere in the country. At that time, we all traveled on two legs. When we encountered mountains and rivers, we had to Stand still and scratch your head."

……

If we say that the tone of "Xu Sanguan Selling Blood" is heavy and depressing, it is divorced from reality and reflects history.

Then when watching "Border Town", there is only a small tea cave left in front of people's eyes. All major events and troubles in the world are isolated from the small town by some kind of force.

Those who have been to Chadong like Wang Meng will be brought back to their memories by "Border Town".And those who have never been to Chadong, when they read this book, will be guided by the beautiful writing in the book to appreciate this paradise.

Zhuang Yu sat in his study room, rubbing his sore eyes, and staring at the phone screen for a long time, he still couldn't stand it.

When he read "Xu Sanguan Selling Blood" before, he felt that Zhang Zhong was a writer with sharp thinking and very pioneering spirit.

Just like marching and fighting, you can win by odds.

But after reading "Border Town", he realized that his perception of Zhang Zhong was completely wrong. He can not only win by strangeness, but also by coincidence.

Regardless of the romanticism that this book is full of, the brushwork alone is beyond the reach of ordinary people.When reading this book, people will have an illusion that they are not reading one by one, but looking at a ready-made picture scroll.

Zhang Chong's ability to describe the local conditions and customs made Zhuang Yu amazed.

"Beautiful and amazing."

Zhuang Yu shook his head, feeling ashamed.

……

Because of Zhang Zhong's sudden release of a new work, the original scolding battle about "Lotus Leaf Collection" seemed to have encountered cold air and suddenly stopped.

People turned their attention to Zhang Zhong's new book "Border Town".

Before reading the new book, someone asked: Is it a detective novel?
Someone also asked: Is it science fiction?
This group of people was a little disappointed to get a negative answer. Zhang Zhong's creative speed is indeed fast, but he is too unfocused.

I have only written two articles in the Poirot series. If I can’t produce two science fiction novels, I can also consolidate my status as a master of science fiction. Now it’s hard to brag about it.

However, although they didn't have the detective novels and science fiction novels they wanted, they still fell into the trap of "Border Town". After all, Zhang Zhong has never disappointed anyone since his debut.

Even "I'm a Fortune Teller", which received the worst response, has a group of fans who have been silently supporting it.

After the first wave of readers finished reading, there were gradually more comments on the new book on the Internet.

[Although I thought that Zhang Chong could produce more detective novels, "Border Town" surprised me very much. I have fallen in love with this book. I can't help it, it's so beautiful. 】

[Why not put it in "Lotus Leaf Collection", I think this is a long poem with a length of [-] words. 】

[No problem, it's just a long poem. 】

[Excuse me, is there really such a place as Chadong? 】

[Yes, I am from Chadong, Zhang Zhong should have been to our place, and the writing is very true. 】

【If you don't know that Zhang Zhong is from Jiangyang, you might think he is from Chadong. How do you feel that you know more about Chadong than I, a person from Chadong. 】

[Why don't I usually feel it? After reading the novel, when I think about it, our side is really so beautiful. 】

[I want to go, is there really a stilted building? 】

[Yes, but many of them have collapsed and are basically unoccupied. 】

[Is there a duck race? 】

[No, I heard from the older generation that I used to have it. Although I'm a little embarrassed, I can't even swim. 】

[I just want to ask, is there any Cuicui. 】

【Haha, according to the time in the book, even if there is Cui Cui, she is probably gone, and even if she is still there, she is still very old. 】

[Where is the ferry? 】

[Now there is no boat, there is a bridge. 】

【I want to know now what Kong Zhou will say this time. 】

【Why are you mentioning this? It's a disappointment. 】

[Hehe, it is estimated that Kong Zhou will contribute a lot to the sales of a book for vegetative people this time. 】

[Such a dirty person does not deserve to read this book. 】

……

Just after dinner in the evening, Zhang Zhong accompanied Peng Peng to sit on the sofa and watch TV. Because it was commercial time, the little girl was running around on the sofa.

She recently developed a new way of playing, starting from one end of the sofa, and then rushing towards Zhang Zhong. When she rushed in front of Zhang Zhong, Zhang Zhong would pinch her armpit and lift her up.

Pengpeng called this game - take off.

"Father, are you ready? I'm going to take off." Pengpeng squatted his legs halfway, making a starting posture, and asked Zhang Zhong if he was ready.

Zhang Chong stretched his sore arm, and he felt that after playing like this for a few more days, he would develop the unicorn arm.

He couldn't help but smile wryly, obviously there are small trains and slides in the house, all of which can be played, why did this girl come to mutilate her old man's two arms.

(End of this chapter)