Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 569 A Gift for Peng Peng
"Dad, what are you writing?"

On Friday night, when Xu Yuhan came back from the studio with Pengpeng, the little girl asked curiously when she saw Zhang rewrote a long piece of paper.

At this time, Zhang Zhong had just finished writing the signature, and only the seal was left, so he put down his pen and asked Pengpeng with a smile, "Do you know the words written by Dad?"

Pengpeng scratched the edge of the table and stretched his head to look, pointed to a few characters and said, "Father, this is a herringbone, there is a cross, and there are three characters, I know them all."

"These words are all for you, Teacher Wu."

What Zhang rewrote was "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng", which is his favorite preface.Going to visit Wu Ziyun's house on weekends is a gift.

"Why did you give him a present?"

"Because Pengpeng, you have worshiped him as your teacher."

"But Dad, you didn't give gifts to my other teachers. Didn't grandma say that you don't like giving gifts to teachers?"

"Pengpeng, Teacher Wu is different."

"Why is it different?"

"Sometimes, being a teacher is a job title, sometimes being a teacher is a status, and sometimes being a teacher is also a special relationship."

In this way, Zhang Zhong didn't expect Peng Peng to understand.

Pengpeng really didn't understand, but she said, "That's why I asked him to be my teacher, should I give him a gift?"

Zhang Zhong smiled and said, "That's fine, what gift do you want to give Teacher Wu?"

Pengpeng thought for a while, "Why don't I give him Feili candy, this candy is delicious, Teacher Xu said it was delicious."

"When giving someone a gift, you have to consider what the other person likes, not what you like, because Teacher Wu may not like what you like."

"Oh, but I don't know what Teacher Wu likes."

"How about this, you draw a picture for Mr. Wu."

"Draw what?"

"You can draw whatever you want." At this point, Zhang Zhong inspired his daughter again, "Just think about the feeling of meeting Teacher Wu."

Pengpeng nodded and said, "I know, then I will go to draw now."

"Well, let's go."

After Pengpeng left, Zhang Zhong stamped the words he wrote just now, and then went to work on the English version of "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea".

About an hour later, Pengpeng came back again, still holding a painting in his hand.

Zhang Zhong sat in front of the computer and said with a smile, "Did you draw it? Come and show Dad."

Pengpeng walked over with the painting, "I don't know if Teacher Wu likes it or not."

"Let me consider."

Zhang Zhong reached out to take the painting, and when he looked at it, several black lines appeared on his forehead.

He wondered if Peng Peng was a born Fauvist painter, this painting...is a little too wild.

Although the painting is very abstract, Zhang Zhong still recognized Wu Ziyun in this painting, because Pengpeng showed Wu Ziyun's messy hair to the fullest.

Hair messed up like a lion.

Still a lion with an untidy mane.

"Is this painting Teacher Wu?" Zhang Zhong asked without giving up, what if he got it wrong?
Pengpeng's answer directly made him give up, "Hee hee, don't I look alike in the painting, Dad, you recognized it at a glance."

Zhang Zhongxin said that the reason why he could recognize it was not because of how similar the paintings were, but because he was very used to Pengpeng's painting style.

Now Zhang Chong has a headache, should he send this painting or not?

He didn't think Wu Ziyun would be offended, but it was a bit strange to send such a painting over.

But looking at Pengpeng's expectant eyes, Zhang Zhong still decided to give this painting to Wu Ziyun, maybe it would also allow him to know Pengpeng's style in advance.

……

This time I went to Yanjing, the old couple didn't follow, Zhang Zhong and Xu Yuhan took Pengpeng there.

"Come on, come here, and bring so many things, I can't finish these fruits by myself."

Zhang Zhong and Xu Yuhan put down the fruit, and handed a painting bucket to Wu Ziyun, "This is a picture I scribbled when I was free, Brother Wu, don't laugh at me."

"I don't have a reason not to accept such a heavy gift, so I'm ashamed to accept it." Wu Ziyun smiled and took the painting bucket.

Pengpeng also sent a painting, "Mr. Wu, this is a gift from me."

Wu Ziyun laughed even louder, "Pengpeng also prepared a gift for me, is this a painting?"

"Yes, I drew it specially for you."

"Then I'm going to take a look." Wu Ziyun started to unpack the paper bag after speaking.

Zhang Zhong and Xu Yuhan looked at each other with strange expressions.

Wu Ziyun didn't notice the expressions of Zhang Zhong and the others, and while unpacking, he invited people inside, "Come in and sit down, I'm at home alone, everyone feel free."

After entering the door, Zhang Zhong took a look around. There was nothing special about Wu Ziyun's residence, at least the living room was like this. It was no different from ordinary people's houses, and there was no artist atmosphere at all.

However, for a single man, this home is very clean and tidy. This is by no means the effect of temporary cleaning, because every detail is revealed, and it can be seen that Wu Ziyun is a very organized and lifelike man .

This is somewhat different from Zhang Zhong's imagination.

When Zhang Zhong and the others sat down, Wu Ziyun had already completely opened the package and saw the paintings inside.

He was taken aback for a moment, and then burst out laughing, "It seems that Pengpeng is quite able to grasp the characteristics of characters."

"Pengpeng's technique is still a little rusty," Zhang Zhong said.

Wu Ziyun waved his hand, "Her basic skills are already quite good. It can be seen that Ms. Xu's previous teaching was very careful. Peng Peng can draw her hair like this instead of making her ears or eyes more prominent, which can prove her I can already take initial control of my own work.”

When Pengpeng heard that he was praised, he kept laughing. It seems that Teacher Wu is very satisfied with his gift.

"Okay, the teacher is very satisfied with this gift from Pengpeng, then the teacher will give you a gift later."

"Is it Feilitang?" Pengpeng asked.

"Fili candy? Haha, the teacher doesn't have candy here, but the gift the teacher gave you will definitely not disappoint you."

But I just want fudge.

……

At noon, Wu Ziyun cooks in person. He is good at cooking and the dishes are very rich, but this time they did not drink.

After eating, Wu Ziyun brought them to his studio.

Wu Ziyun's studio and the living room outside are like two worlds. Unlike the living room, it looks a bit messy here, with traces of paintings everywhere.

Apart from these traces, there are no finished paintings in his studio.

Wu Ziyun is notorious for his low output, he only produces one painting every year.As for how many paintings he will paint a year, others don't know, but judging from the situation, it is very likely that he only paints one painting a year.

(End of this chapter)