Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 464 The Reader

Shen Jian's previous movies were basically comedy movies, and as we all know, it is very difficult for comedy movies to win awards. No, it's not very high, it's extremely high.

So the previous film festivals had nothing to do with Shen Jian. This time he was able to win an award at the film festival, and he was happier than the box office hit.

"I asked you to come out this time because I wanted to ask you for a favor." Shen Jian said, with an embarrassed expression on his face.

Zhang Chong said with a smile, "Tell me about the relationship between the two of us, so don't be coy."

"Well, it's like this. CCTV has a program called "Scholar" and invited me to go. The program is nothing special. I used to read an article. You know, I don't usually read much traditional literature, nor do I I knew why CCTV approached me, but this was a good opportunity for me, so I agreed. After deliberation, I chose the one in "Xu Sanguan Selling Blood". Because of the movie, this I am also the most familiar with this book."

"This is a good thing, how can I help you?" Zhang Zhong said.

"Originally, I just went to read it, but the director of the CCTV program group asked me if I could ask you to help me write something or record a video, which probably means that I can help you read the book or something... I know this It's very embarrassing, if you don't want to, just pretend I didn't say it and let's chat." Shen Jian said with some embarrassment, he knew that Zhang Zhong had never participated in a variety show, so it's really not good to say such a thing.

But Zhang Zhong said with a smile, "It's not difficult, as long as I don't let me go, how about it, I will write you a letter and entrust you with carte blanche to help me introduce "Xu Sanguan Selling Blood". The format of the program is conducive to the promotion of literature, which is a good thing, and I am very happy to help."

Shen Jian didn't expect Zhang Zhong to agree so readily, he was surprised and happy and said, "Well, I don't even know what to say, to tell you the truth, I made this request with you today, and I also had a lot of ideological struggle , nothing else, I will use coffee instead of wine, toast you, I did it."

"Hey, don't..." Zhang Zhong raised his hand to stop him, but it was too late, Shen Jian had already picked up the coffee and drank it down.

"Drinking coffee like this is not good for the stomach. As I said, with the relationship between the two of us, you don't have to do this. If you need help in the future, just tell me, and I am the same. If I don't want to help If you are busy, I will tell you directly, let's not go around the bush."

Shen Jian nodded, "Okay."

It is said that the friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, but Shen Jian feels that making friends with Zhang Zhong is like drinking a handful of oasis, being open to each other, understanding each other, not harsh, not forcing, not jealous, not clingy.

"Have you brought a pen and paper?" Zhang Zhong asked.

"No, I didn't expect you to promise so soon, and there's no need to be in such a hurry. I'll just get it after you write it later."

Zhang Zhong took a sip of the coffee in his cup and stood up, "Let's go."

"Where are you going?" Shen Jian asked strangely.

"Of course I'm going to write to you and go to my house, but I don't have coffee at home, only tea." Zhang Zhong said.

Shen Jian's eyes lit up, "Tea is better, and I'm more used to drinking it."

The cafe is not far from Zhang Zhong's house, and it didn't take long for the two of them to walk there.

"Which floor is your house on?" Looking at the small high-rise in front of him, Shen Jian asked.

"Let's go to the second floor." Zhang Zhong said.

He didn't say which floor he lived in, but only said to go to the second floor. Although Shen Jian felt strange, he didn't think much about it.

But when Zhang Zhong opened the door on the first floor, Shen Jian asked, "Didn't you say to go to the second floor?"

"Well, the outer corridor was knocked down during my renovation. If you want to go to the second floor, you can't use the elevator outside. You have to go inside."

Shen Jian was stunned, "You won't tell me that the first floor and the second floor belong to your house, right?"

Zhang Zhong smiled, "Three four five six too."

"Great." Shen Jian gave a thumbs up.

In fact, what he can't figure out is that since it is so big, why not buy a villa, although the villa may not have such a large area, but the overall design is better, and the better villa has a big yard, the most important thing Yes, villas are cheap.

He is from Jiangyang, and he is clear about the housing price in this area. This building is worth tens of millions and it is impossible to get it down.If you want to buy a villa, the villas in the Fuda Mountain Villa opposite the Yuanwei Park are only a few million units, and you can buy several units with this money.

The thoughts of rich people... No, I seem to be a rich person myself, Shen Jian shook his head, thinking that this is probably a hobby of literati.

"Pengpeng is going to school." Seeing that there was no one in the house, Shen Jian asked.

"Well, I'm going to school. I'll pick her up in a while. Don't leave at noon. Eat here."

"How embarrassing that is."

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. I usually cook by myself, and I won't add food for you. You can eat whatever we eat."

Shen Jian said with a smile, "Okay, try your handicraft today."

After the two arrived in the study room, Zhang Zhong looked for paper and pens on the desk, "You gave me this pen before. The paper I use to write hard pens here is ordinary paper, so I can make do with it."

"Well, it's okay, I don't need to pay too much attention." After entering the study, Shen Jian looked around, and saw a pile of rice paper with calligraphy written on the floor, he approached curiously and looked at it.

Seeing the above one, he was surprised, "It's such a good writing, just throw it on the ground?"

Zhang Zhong, who was looking for paper, glanced back. Shen Jian was talking about a part of "Jiucheng Palace Liquan Ming" that he had finished last night. Throw it in the pile of paper.

In fact, he seldom puts away the good words when he is about to post, and generally throws them in the pile of paper.

"Brother Chen also likes calligraphy?" Zhang Chong asked with a smile.

"When I was in middle school, I was forced to practice for a period of time, and I didn't write any more when I was interrupted. Although I didn't practice for a long time, I knew this "Jiucheng Palace Liquan Ming". The professor who wrote it still wrote well, so it’s a pity to throw it on the ground.”

"It's nothing to regret, it's just a few words, just pour some ink when you want to write."

Zhang Zhong felt that this kind of improvised calligraphy was not good and had no memory points. Even if it was preserved, he might forget when he wrote the calligraphy and what his mood was when he wrote it.

Without these things, such a picture would have no meaning to him.

On the contrary, sometimes I write a few words by accident, such as the inscription on He Ruchu's picture of a rooster before, even if the writing may not be as good as usual at home, but the meaning is different.

(End of this chapter)