Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 309
In the quaint courtyard, the afternoon sun shines through the gaps in the leaves, and there is not much heat left. Zhang Zhong comfortably took a sip of the cold tea with his teacup.

"You look good. It looks like you've had a good rest recently." Wang Meng, who was sitting opposite Zhang Zhong, also said with a smile while holding a cup of tea.

Zhang Zhong came over after lunch, and sat in the courtyard with Mr. Wang to enjoy the cool.

"I've never been busy, and my good complexion may be because I've eaten well recently." Zhang Zhong said with a smile.

Wang Meng nodded, "When I was young, I had to walk around with my stomach. It would be a pity if I left too many regrets about eating."

Then he said, "I also asked Ke Wang to print a copy of the articles you published on the Internet a few days ago. The story is novel to me, but I am too old, and many things in it cannot be read." I understand, I can't stand watching it anymore."

Zhang Zhong didn't even expect Wang Meng to go back and read his science fiction novels.

"I'm very honored that you can go to see it on purpose."

Wang Meng shook his head, as if he was not satisfied with Zhang Zhong's humility.But he didn't continue the discussion on this topic, but talked about another thing, "I read the poem you wrote for that kid He Ruchu. The writing is very good, and the poem is even better. I want to say that my I have never met anyone with more poetic talent than you in my life, and I am afraid that you will be proud, but that is the truth."

"Old Wang..."

"Hahaha, I'm here, old man, hey, Zhang Zhong has arrived, what are you talking about?"

Zhang Zhong turned his head to look, and it turned out that Zhuang Yu had already entered the yard.

Seeing Zhuang Yu, Wang Meng pointed to the rattan chair next to him: "Sit down, I was talking about Zhang Xin's poem just now, have you read it?"

Zhuang Yu was also polite, sat down on his buttocks, and then said with a smile, "Of course I saw it. Thinking of meeting today, I stopped calling. How did things really go as written?"

Zhang nodded and said, "Things are almost as written by Dean He."

Zhuang Yu exclaimed, "This is really a rare fate, and your poem, it is hard to imagine that anyone can write such a poem now. Even if this poem is in the Tang Dynasty when poetry was popular, it is probably one of them. Outstanding. But it’s a pity, such a good poem should at least be inscribed on He Ruchu’s "Lonely Pine Standing High."

Although there are sentences such as "the rooster crows and the world turns white" in the poem, it is not off topic in "Gao Li Tu of the Lone Pine Pine", so Zhuang Yu has this saying.

Wang Meng said: "This is fate, which means that this painting is related to Zhang Chong's poem. It is his luck that He Ruchu got your inscription. In the past, Xie Lingyun once said that there is only one stone in the world, and Cao Zijian monopolizes the eight fights." , I think there is only one stone in the world now, and you Zhang Zhong must have at least nine fights."

Zhang Zhong was taken aback, and quickly said, "Old Wang is overrated. There are many capable people in this world, and I am not the best among my peers. How can I afford such praise."

Such a compliment is easy to offend, especially when there is a great writer sitting next to him.

Zhuang Yu laughed and said, "Although this statement is a bit exaggerated, it is not unreasonable. I think your Nine Dou is solid."

Zhang Zhong looked at Zhuang Yu, and didn't know whether he was genuine or fake. People's hearts are always very complicated. Although it is very comfortable to be hugged by others, it may not be a good thing.

Wang Meng waved his hand, "Let's not talk about this now, Zhuang Yu, why are you here alone? I thought you would come with other people."

Zhuang Yu said with a smile, "It's not that they don't know the way, one or two are dawdling, if I really have to wait for them, I guess I'm still on the way."

"Speaking of which, I hope this kid hasn't arrived yet." He said to the nanny who had been standing beside him, "Eldest sister, please call my grandson and tell him to come over quickly."

"No, no, I'm already here."

Before Wang Meng could finish his sentence, Wang Kewang hurried in.

"Something in the club has been delayed."

"You don't need to tell me that."

Wang Kewang hurriedly said to Zhang Zhong and Zhuang Yu, "Zhang Zhong, Zhuang Yu, I'm sorry to keep you waiting for so long."

"No, no, Mr. Wang is the head of the company. He must be busy with business. I feel extremely honored to be able to come back in time." Zhang Zhong said.

Zhuang Yu also said, "We are all acquaintances, so there is no need to be so polite."

If Wang Kewang is here, he will not be treated like Zhang Zhong and the others. He will be ordered to do things by the old man before he sits down when he comes back. He will lift a few chairs out of the room for a while, and then he will cut some fruit and put together a fruit plate. .

After finishing these, just as Wang Kewang sat down, several guests came.

There are several in this batch.

Zhang Zhong took a glance, there were five people in total, among them, Wang Yi and Liu Yuan, he knew each other, and they all had dinner here last time, as for the other three, he didn't know each other.

But Zhang Zhong didn't know them, but they all knew Zhang Zhong. After greeting Wang Meng and the others, they also greeted Zhang Zhong. Zhang Zhong didn't know who the other party was, so he could only smile.

Seeing this, Wang Kewang introduced him, "These three are Lin Wenyuan, the president of Yenching University, Li Zhiqiong, the dean of the Faculty of Arts of Yenching University, and Fang Yingwu, the chairman of the Yenching Writers Association."

Zhang Zhong solemnly nodded and said: "I have admired the three great names for a long time, but I have never had the chance to meet them."

The three of them glanced at each other with weird expressions, because they had asked Fang Yingwu to invite Zhang Zhong to Yanjing to attend the Writers Association Exchange Conference before, but they didn't.

But of course they would not mention this matter in person, they all said with a smile, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

After everyone was seated, Wang Mengxian said, "It's not something special to call you all over here, it's just that I want to chat with everyone. There is still some time before dinner, you get to know each other, you are all literary The Taishan Beidou and the mainstay in the world must be very topical."

Zhuang Yu and the others, as people who are familiar with both sides, naturally want to help liven up the atmosphere.

Liu Yuan followed Wang Lao's words and opened his mouth first, "There are a lot of topics, and Zhang Zhong is here alone, so there are enough topics. Lao Lin, Lao Li, Lao Fang, you three don't have to be cautious, you want to ask Zhang Chong , just ask. Zhang Zhong, you don’t have to be afraid, don’t look at these three people who look fierce, they are actually good people.”

……

To say it is nonsensical, here Liu Yuan wants to be called the second, and no one else dares to say that he is the first, he has always talked like this, carefree.

But the effect was very good, and the atmosphere soon became active. Lin Wenyuan smiled and cursed, "Liu Yuan, you are the most vicious looking here."

(End of this chapter)