Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 431 Biography
Drinking some wine is indispensable when eating, but most of the people are not familiar with them, and they are bringing their children to the birthday party, so they are very restrained.

After eating, the birthday party was just beginning, and everyone returned to the third floor.

When Zhang Zhong came out pushing the big cake, Peng Peng was so excited, she had been thinking about the cake a long time ago, and now that such a big cake was in front of her, she was of course happy.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..."

Everyone can sing the happy birthday song, and as Zhang Zhong pushes the cake, the crowd surrounds Pengpeng.

Under the candlelight, Peng Peng's face turned red, Zhang Zhong smiled and said, "Make a wish."

Pengpeng clasped her hands together and closed her eyes. She had practiced this movement countless times. A few days ago, Zhang Chong saw that she was practicing when she was free.

Watching her make a wish, Zhang Chong was also filled with emotions. Before he knew it, this was already his second birthday with his daughter.

He also saw that some of the other children around were secretly closing their eyes and clasping their hands together.He smiled, the little guys are quite funny, they know how to make a wish by rubbing the cake.

Pengpeng didn't say what his wish was, because it wouldn't work if he said it.After she finished making her wish, Zhang Zhong went over and held him in his arms, because the cake was too high on the table for her to reach, and she had to have Zhang Zhong's assistance before she could reach it.

Puffing up his face, he blew out the candle, the applause sounded, and the lights came on.

The task of dividing the cake was given to Xu Yuhan, and the children got the cake first, and then ran to play again.

Pengpeng also wants to play with them, but she can't leave now because the adults are all running over to give her presents.

Of course, she is also happy, holding all kinds of gifts, the smiles on her face can hardly be piled up.

There are all kinds of gifts, some give jewelry, some give toys, and some just stuff red envelopes.

Zhang Zhong watched from the side, and he remembered who gave what, because he would definitely return the gift in the future.He knew in advance that this kind of situation would definitely happen when the parents of the children came, but it was unavoidable.

Fortunately, he is a book writer, so he doesn't have to think about too many things. At most, the establishment of social relationships is more complicated, and he needs to distract him.

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Early the next morning, Zhang Zhong looked at the messy "battlefield" in front of him, shook his head slightly, and then called the cleaning company to ask them to send someone over to clean it.

Pengpeng also woke up very early, playing with the gift someone gave her yesterday in the room.

Looking at the room with toys everywhere, Zhang Zhong felt that his daughter's room was a bit small, not only the toys received yesterday, but also the things Zhang Zhong bought for her before, the room seemed a bit crowded.

But a few days ago, Zhang Zhong asked Pengpeng if she wanted to change to a bigger room, but she flatly refused, saying that she liked her room, so she didn't want to change.

She said not to change it, but Zhang Zhong naturally didn't say anything, and when she really couldn't fit anything in her room, she would ask to change it herself.

Fortunately, all the things she painted were placed in the studio upstairs, otherwise, her room would probably be a mess.

Zhang Zhong originally wanted to work in the study, but he received a call from Zhao Re.

Zhao Re asked him if he had time and if it was convenient to come out for a chat. Zhang Zhong guessed that he probably wanted to talk about teaching at the Union College, so he agreed.

Zhao Nue decided on Zhang Zhong's meeting place this time, but Zhao Nuo unexpectedly chose Hongyun to come to the hotel.

He probably took them there before meeting him, and he knew the boss so well, that's why he chose there.

But this time I didn't meet Lin Ruoshui, because Zhao Re booked the box, so Lin Ruoshui didn't know that he was there.

After the meeting, Zhang Zhong went straight to the point, "Ms. Zhao asked me out, probably because of the teaching thing I told you last time."

Zhao Re smiled and nodded, "I agree with the teaching."

Zhang Zhong said pleasantly, "It's a good gesture."

Zhao Re said again, "I was going to send you a message on this matter, so I don't bother you to come, but I have another matter to discuss with you."

Zhang Chong glanced at Zhao Nuan, feeling a little strange, as if he was going to talk about something very important.

"Teacher Zhao, tell me."

"I want you to introduce Mr. Yang Fan to me." Zhao Re said.

Zhang Zhong asked a little strangely, "You want to see Mr. Yang Fan? Why?"

Of course he had to ask why, because Yang Fan is a scientist, Zhao Re should have nothing to do with him.

"I want to help him write a biography." Zhao Re said his purpose.

Zhang Zhong was a little surprised that Zhao Re wanted to help Yang Fan write a biography. After all, biography is a marginal style of writing, and generally few novelists would be interested in creating works of this kind of marginal style, especially A well-known novelist, and writing biographies for others.

Nowadays, autobiography is more mainstream.

Writing biographies for others is a thankless task, especially for living people.

If it's a deceased person, let's be realistic, even if what's written in the book is unsatisfactory, at least people won't jump out and scold you.

But living people are different. If there is something in the work that the other party is dissatisfied with, it may cause dissatisfaction.

And most people's evaluation of themselves is basically far beyond the reality, that is to say, the biography must be more exaggerated and perfect than the real things in order to meet people's wishes.

And you can't write too exaggerated, otherwise readers will think it is too fake, and I will be angry.

Zhang Zhong thinks that there are very few people who can really face themselves and let others write their own life truthfully.

Even those like Ba Jin and Ji Xianlin write about themselves. If someone else writes about them, they may not agree.

"You really want to write a biography for him?"

Zhang Zhong knew the difficulty of writing biographies for others, and Zhao Nuo naturally knew it too, but he still answered firmly, "Well, I've already thought about it, but I can't get in touch with him, you met him before, so I just wanted to ask you to help me with this."

"It's not difficult to introduce you, but you will have to rely on yourself in the future." Zhang Zhong said, he didn't have a deep friendship with Yang Fan, so he could help Zhao Nue to this extent.

Zhao Re smiled and said, "I am very grateful for being able to introduce me, I dare not ask for anything else."

"Okay, I'll call now."

Zhang Zhong took out his mobile phone, found Yang Fan's number, and dialed it.

The phone rang for a long time, and when the two of them were about to feel that there was nothing to do, they were suddenly answered.

"Hello, is that Zhang Zhong?" Yang Fan's voice came.

Zhao Nuo's eyes lit up, and Zhang Zhong made a silent gesture to him, and smiled at the phone, "Mr. Yang, you still remember me."

"Haha, aren't you burying me? Although I am old, I still have this little memory."

"Teacher Yang, that's not what I meant."

"I know, why young people are not humorous at all. Tell me, what does a great writer like you want to do with my old man?"

(End of this chapter)