Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 465 Shouldn't science fiction writers be science students?

Looking at the pile of papers in front of him, Shen Jian sighed secretly. People outside couldn't ask Zhang Chong for a single word, but who would have thought that there was such a pile in front of him, just throwing it there like garbage .

"Why don't you write me a letter with a brush?" Shen Jian said "excessively", and then he waved his hand again, "Forget it, forget it, I was just joking."

"Oh, that's fine, then I'll pour some ink out, and I'm still worried that I can't find beautiful paper for writing with hard pens." Zhang Zhong put down the pen, found a brush and ink, and then took out another paper he usually writes on. Letterhead rice paper used in lower case.

This kind of letterhead rice paper has vertical secant lines, which is very suitable for writing letters, and it is also more beautiful.

Looking at Zhang Zhong's series of actions, Shen Jian felt like he was dreaming. He had the feeling of getting a big watermelon for a sesame seed.

Zhang Zhong ignored him, and started writing after adjusting the ink.

He didn't imitate the ancient times just because he wrote with a brush. Instead, he used the current letter format and wrote in vernacular.

After he finished writing, he said to Shen Jian, "Hey, I've finished writing for you, should I get you an envelope and a postmark?"

Shen Jian quickly said, "No, no, this is enough."

"Well, that's good, let's go down and have a cup of tea first. Let this letter hang here to dry for a while, and then come up and get it right away."

"it is good."

After drinking a cup of tea with Shen Jian, Zhang Zhong went to fetch Pengpeng back.

"Pengpeng is back." Shen Jian said with a smile when he saw Pengpeng.

When Pengpeng saw Shen Jian, he suddenly froze.

"Why, don't you remember Uncle?"

Pengpeng rubbed his head and thought for a while, then said loudly, "You are Uncle Shen Jian who often appears on TV."

Most of Shen Jian's impressions to Peng Peng were still on TV, and the number of times Peng Peng saw Shen Jian in real life was far less than the number of times he saw him on TV.

"Pengpeng is amazing, you still remember me."

"I have a good memory." Pengpeng said proudly.

"Okay, I'll cook. Pengpeng, aren't you going to be a little butterfly these two days? Let your Uncle Shen teach you." Zhang Zhong said.

"Don't you want Teacher Xu to teach me?" Pengpeng said.

"Your Uncle Shen is also very powerful, it's the same to let him teach."

"Really?"

"Really." Zhang Zhongcai didn't know how Shen Jian's handwork was, anyway, let him play with Pengpeng.

"What little butterfly?" Shen Jian asked.

Pengpeng took out a book from his schoolbag, turned to a page, "It's this butterfly."

Shen Jian looked at the book and smiled confidently, "There are still tutorials, don't worry, leave it to me."

Seeing Shen Jian patting his chest, Zhang Zhong curled his lips, as if seeing his confident self before.

Smiling, Zhang Zhong went to the kitchen to cook.

When the food was ready, Zhang Zhong came out and asked them to eat.

Unexpectedly, Pengpeng held up a handmade butterfly and shouted, "Dad, Dad, Uncle Shen is really amazing. This butterfly looks better than the one made by our teacher."

Zhang Zhong looked at the butterfly in Pengpeng's hand, and his face was full of confusion, Shen Jian was really hiding something.

Shen Jian said with a smile, "My kid used to do a lot of this kind of homework. I couldn't do it at first, but then I worked hard, and I did pretty well."

"It's not bad, it's very good." Zhang Chong sighed, he must not underestimate a man who has been a father for many years.

Pengpeng also said, "Yes, it's much, much better than my father's."

"You girl." How can you expose your father's shortcomings.

Fortunately, Zhang Zhong's food made a comeback in the future, and Shen Jian kept praising Zhang Zhong: "Your skills are really good, I am not talented in this area, and all the food at home is made by your sister-in-law, and I am in the kitchen. I can’t go in several times a year.”

Zhang Zhong was a little overwhelmed by the praise, "Where, where, it's not difficult to cook, just put the vegetables in the pot and cook for a while."

Shen Jian smiled and said nothing, this is the difference, when he exaggerated and wrote well before, Zhang Zhong didn't respond, but when he praised his delicious cooking, Zhang Zhong was very happy.

The reason for this is that Zhang Zhong's handwriting is really good, but the dishes...

……

After Yu Jing had lunch, she started walking around. She has been in college for almost a year, but she hasn't walked around the school much.

She usually likes to watch dramas. Apart from going to class, she just stays in the dormitory and watches TV dramas. Of course, sometimes she also finds some romance novels to read. There is no other way. There are too few good TV dramas. Wanted the story again.

Walking and walking, she came to a bookstore, and couldn't help but want to go in, but she knew that she would come out empty-handed, because the novels she usually read were romance novels, and they were all read on her mobile phone.

The bookstore is not big, but it is quite lively. There are a few people around the bookshelf at the door, as if they are discussing a book.

Yu Jing took a closer look. It was a book called "Do Bionic People Dream of Electric Sheep?" " novel, the author's name is written on the girdle——Zhang Zhong.

She hasn't read Zhang Zhong's book, but she has seen this name many times, especially during this time, he seems to have won some kind of Nebula Award, and she is not familiar with this award, but it is quite amazing from what others say, and It was also the first one obtained by Huaxia.

Yu Jing joined in the fun on the Internet, and even expressed congratulations under the news, but she turned her head and never paid attention to it again.

Like her, many people should join in the fun, right? Science fiction, not many people around her read it.

However, the title of the book in front of me is quite interesting. What do bionics dream of electric sheep?
It should be another science fiction novel. In Yu Jing's impression, science fiction novels are about spaceships, aliens, robots, and Star Wars. She really feels bored.

However, the special title of the book and finally Zhang Zhong's fame made her pick up a trial book and read it.

There were only two trial books, and she was able to get one only because other people didn't seem to want to read the trial book at all, and they just paid for the book before reading it.

"A brisk electric current came from the mood regulator beside the bed, which woke Qin Feng up..."

Yu Jing started to read. She thought about reading a little and going back to the dormitory to watch dramas. The latest Korean dramas seemed to be updated.

"after a little while……

Yu Jing rubbed her sore eyes and looked at the time again. She was surprised to find that she had read this book for more than three hours. It took her so long to read a science fiction novel. She can't imagine.

The point is, this author's writing style is also very good, without those gorgeous rhetoric, but he can always knock the words into her heart.

Can science fiction writers have such words?Aren't they all rigid science students?

　Thanks to [hsclaker] and [lazy] for their rewards
　　
　
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