Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 4 The Ugly Duckling

The first manuscript fee was less than ten yuan, but Zhang Zhong looked at the numbers on the computer and smiled like a child.

Compared with the string of innumerable digits in the bank account in his previous life, the more than eight yuan is obviously more meaningful to him.

"Father, why are you laughing?" Pengpeng hugged the little gray rabbit doll, staring at her father with big eyes, she didn't know why he suddenly laughed.

The little gray rabbit doll in her hand was bought by Hu Huifang for Zhang Chong when he was a child. The rabbit has been in his house for more than 20 years, and now it has been passed on to Peng Peng.

The rabbit is not very good-looking. It is an ordinary gray rabbit holding a red radish. After so long, its hair has become ugly.

But Pengpeng seems to like this rabbit very much, and he often holds it in his hand when he is at home.

Zhang Zhong hugged his daughter, even the rabbit, on his lap, and said with a smile, "Dad tells stories to people on the Internet, and people say that his stories are very good, so Dad is very happy."

"That's right, Dad is a great storyteller. Of course Dad's stories are good to listen to." Pengpeng slipped into Zhang Chong's arms and said, "But Pengpeng doesn't understand the stories Dad told."

Zhang Zhong hugged his daughter in his arms. Although the "Jieyou Grocery Store" he told his daughter had been simplified, the story was indeed a bit complicated. Peng Peng was only four years old, so it was normal for her not to understand.

He said with a smile, "Then daddy tell Pengpeng another story, better than this one."

"it is good!"

"Dad will tell you a story about ducklings. A long time ago, in a remote village, a group of ducklings were born. These ducklings are very fluffy and cute, but ah, one of the ducklings looks exactly like the other ducklings. Not quite the same..."

The story of the ugly duckling does not exist in this world, and it is also one of the few stories that Zhang Zhong remembers during his years on earth that are suitable for telling his daughter.

The story is also very simple, but the little man in his arms was fascinated by it. When he heard that the little duck was squeezed away by other ducks and people, Peng Peng was very excited while clutching his heavy clothes.

"Why are they doing this!"

Zhang Zhong smiled and continued.

Until the last time the ugly duckling turned into a swan and flew towards the swan, Peng Peng's eyes sparkled.

"Ah, so he is a swan, a swan prettier than those chickens and ducklings."

She looked up at Zhang Zhong again, "Father, will I also become a swan in the future?"

Zhang Zhong pampered her head and said, "In my father's eyes, you will always be a swan. My father told you this story not to tell you that the ugly duckling will always turn into a swan, but just to let you know that no matter what other people say, you will always be a swan." We should not look at others with colored glasses on how we look. Similarly, even if we ourselves are not good-looking, we should not complain about ourselves, because we are no different from others.”

Zhang Zhong felt that there was no need to say the latter sentence, because his peng peng was so good-looking.

"Well, I see." Pengpeng nodded firmly, as if I understood, but Zhang Zhong still saw the ignorance in her eyes.

Zhang Zhong didn't care too much, she was only four years old, and she needed to understand this truth slowly.

"By the way, Dad, what are colored glasses? Are they different from grandma's glasses? I think grandma wears glasses every time she watches TV. Can colored glasses make our TV colorful?"

Zhang Chong patted his head, she really didn't understand anything.But does their TV have no color?It's obviously a color TV, maybe it's broken, and my parents didn't go to fix it.

Maybe when I have the manuscript fee, I will first buy a color TV set for my home.

Seeing the doubts on Pengpeng's face, Zhang Zhong began to explain to her what colored glasses are.There is no way, the hole I dug by myself has to be filled by myself.

……

In the male dormitory of Bashu University, a boy wearing glasses was lying on the bed. Because he had to take the postgraduate entrance examination next semester, he stayed in the school during the summer vacation. There were four people in the same dormitory for the postgraduate entrance examination, and the other three went to school. He was the only one A salted fish is still lying on the bed, not wanting to study at all.

"Oh, why did it break when it reached a critical part, like an online novel." Fang Qing complained.

When he was just bored, he browsed around "Agitated Literature" and accidentally found a rather unique novel. He didn't quite understand it when he read it at first, but he found the ideas about time and space in the novel very interesting. , just kept watching.

As he read more and more, he felt more things in this book. Those stories whose timeline seemed to be a little messed up seemed to be slowly gathering into a web.And each of these stories makes people feel warm and wonderful.

It's just that part of the book was uploaded, and it disappeared when it reached the critical part. As for the net he guessed, it hasn't started to close yet.He is looking forward to the next story, looking forward to the intersection of these timelines at last.

Looking at it now, he hasn't figured out some timelines of this book. It seems that some very important clues are missing. There was a hint of suspense.

I hope the author can hold it. Although it seems that the author's control is very good at the moment, but he has not seen the following content, and no one can guarantee whether the whole network will collapse before it is woven.

The author's name is a new author, and this is also the other's first book.As for whether it was the vest of a certain writer, Fang Qing was not sure, but he had never met an author with the same narrative style.

He wrote a comment below the book, hoping that the author can read it and upload the following content as soon as possible.It is very uncomfortable to read a good book only to find that it is gone.

And this kind of feeling was only borne by himself, which made him feel a little boring. After thinking for a while, he turned on his mobile phone, found a novel exchange group, and sent the link of "Jieyou Grocery Store" to it.

"I found a good book, my life is guaranteed, it is definitely good-looking, if it is not good-looking, I am willing to come and see it."

In this group, people often share their reading experience of excellent works, and people often recommend excellent books in it.

Fang Qing was already an old man in the group, and as soon as he sent a message, several acquaintances jumped out.

"Fang Qing, don't you want to take the postgraduate entrance examination, do you still have time to read other books?"

"You're not cheating, are you? I just clicked on it, but no one reads this book."

"Who wants your head, take it back as a chamber pot?"

Fang Qing returned with a smile: "I just found the leftover jewel, and I even commented on the coin."

(End of this chapter)