Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 800 Mobile Feast
Zhang Zhong and Need Language also brought a glass of fruit juice and chatted with He Kelan at the table. After Nolan arrived here, he went to greet the others.

The three chatted for a while, and a woman with yellow hair came over.

He looks about 30 years old, wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and looks like the kind that can't be found in the crowd.

"Pz, hello."

To Zhang Zhong's surprise, the other party's speech turned out to be in Chinese.

"Hello, may I ask who you are?" Zhang Zhong replied in Chinese.

But she showed a puzzled expression, as if she didn't hear Zhang Zhong's words, Zhang Zhong smiled, it seemed that she would say hello.

Xu Yuhan also saw that the other party didn't really know Chinese, so she helped translate it.

"Oh, I'm Sarah, it's an honor to meet you."

He Kelan knew Sarah, and said to Zhang Zhong in English with a smile, "It seems that you don't know much about the people who compete with you. Sarah's work "An Afternoon I Can't Recall" also entered Gonggu In the final round of the Irwin Prize for Literature, Lord of the Flies almost beat you."

Sara looked at He Kelan in a daze, she probably couldn't speak English either.

Now their communication became troublesome. Before when there was only He Kelan and the others, they only needed to speak English. Now that there was an extra Sara, He Kelan needed to act as an interpreter.

"Your acceptance speech was great," Sarah said.

"She said your acceptance speech was great."

"Thank you. I appreciate the compliment."

"He said thank you for your compliment." He Kelan translated Zhang Zhong's words into French and told Sarah again.

The speed of the chat suddenly slowed down a lot. The key point is that Sara seemed to have a lot to say to Zhang Zhong, and she talked a lot, and He Kelan was not very competent as an interpreter. Obviously, Sara said a lot. Heap, he can condense it into one sentence.

In the end, Sarah took out a note, said something to Zhang Zhong, and then ran away.

Zhang Zhong looked at the note, and there was a string of incomprehensible English symbols on it.

"What is this?" Zhang Zhong asked.

"It's her ins account."

It was not He Kelan who answered Zhang Chong, but Xu Yuhan, with a strong jealousy in his tone.

Zhang Zhong laughed, then looked at Sarah who was running away, and asked He Kelan, "Is this a common social etiquette in your local area?"

He Kelan glanced at Xu Yuhan and replied, "Of course, this doesn't mean anything."

Xu Yuhan pouted and said, "I've been in France for so long, why haven't I seen this kind of social etiquette?"

He Kelan laughed, "Haha, I believe Sara is purely admiring Pz's talent and absolutely has no other thoughts."

"I thought she would come here and talk to me about the Goncourt Literature Award. After all, if I didn't have me, she would probably win this award."

"She does have a reason to hate you. After all, if she can win this year's Goncourt Literature Prize, she should be the youngest winner. She should not be 35 years old. She is a very talented writer, but she has a withdrawn personality. , I heard that she seemed to have a small manor in the countryside, and lived a life of isolation all year round. Her "An Afternoon I Can't Recall" is a black fairy tale with dark tones." He Kelan said.

Zhang nodded emphatically. He did not comment on Sarah's life.

Later, other writers came to strike up a conversation, but fortunately, all of them could speak some English, so it was not difficult to communicate.

Zhang Chong's name is well-known in French literary circles, but apart from He Kelan, Zhang Chong is not familiar with any local writers.

It is rare to catch up with this opportunity, and many writers who are interested in Zhang Zhong want to come and have a chat with Zhang Zhong.

Gradually, many people surrounded Zhang Zhong.

When a group of writers get together, they don’t necessarily talk about literature-related matters. They chat more with Zhang Zhong, such as asking him how he feels about Paris, whether he will not adapt to the climate here, and whether he has learned a few words of French. .

There was nothing much to say about the banquet. It was originally a platform for writers to expand their social circle. Everyone got together to chat, and the time passed quickly.

When Zhang Zhong and the others returned to the hotel, it was almost evening, and Xu Yuhan said with a tired face, "I thought there would be something delicious at the banquet, but I didn't expect there to be only some desserts. I have nothing else in my stomach except juice. something."

"I can't serve you two plates of soy pork." Zhang Chong said with a smile.

"It's not impossible to serve two plates of sauced elbows. I didn't expect those writers to be quite talkative. After chatting, it seems that there is still something to talk about."

"This shows that the French people are enthusiastic."

"Cut, let's put it down, that's the enthusiasm for you. I've always felt that the French are quite indifferent, maybe there's a special kind of pride in their bones." Xu Yuhan rubbed her hair, suddenly remembered something, and said, "The one from before What about the note Sarah gave you? They gave it to you specially, why don’t you add her as a friend?”

"I lost it a long time ago, and I don't use Instagram, so adding her is useless."

"That's not good." Although Xu Yuhan said so, the expression on his face didn't look like he felt bad for a day.

Zhang Zhong smiled secretly, this little jealous jar would be jealous when he saw Sarah.

If it wasn't Sarah who came here today, but Penny Austin, Xu Yuhan would probably explode on the spot.

Penny Austin's methods are far more powerful than Sarah's.

After a short rest in the hotel, the two ran out again. Not only did Xu Yuhan not eat well, but Zhang Zhong also felt a little hungry, so they urgently needed to go out for food.

This time they didn't go to the star-rated restaurant, they just strolled along the roadside, buying something to taste when they saw something to eat.

Zhang Zhong is not too impressed with the French street food culture. Except for the spicy lamb sausage, he thinks it is okay, other things such as crepes and truffle French fries are not so interesting.

But the streets of France are full of these things.

But looking for food on the street is a little more casual than sitting in a high-end restaurant.

Hemingway once wrote a book "A Moveable Feast", which describes Paris.He said: If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris when you were young, Paris will follow you all your life, because Paris is a moving feast.

Zhang Chong didn't feel that there was a feast in front of him, but the streets of Paris illuminated by neon lights made people feel like they were watching a movie outside the TV screen.

He can enjoy the beauty of the streets of Paris to his heart's content, but he will never be able to blend into it, as if he is separated from the world in the TV by a screen.

He remembered a movie he had seen - Midnight in Paris.

The movie's opening song "si tu voir ma mere" seems to be heard in my ears, everything is quiet and beautiful.

(End of this chapter)