Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 870
After drinking a cup of tea, Pengpeng's class was about to end. Zhang Zhong and Li Yong nodded goodbye, then got up and walked to Pengpeng's classroom.

Coincidentally, just as Zhang Chong walked to the door, the teacher announced the end of the class.

"Today's class is over here, students should remember to practice by themselves when they go back."

After finishing speaking, the teacher did not leave, because she would not leave until the parents had picked up all the children. This was for safety reasons.

Zhang Zhong walked into the classroom and nodded to the female teacher, and some children who knew Zhang Zhong also greeted Zhang Zhong.

"Hi, Teacher Zhang."

"Well, students, I have time to go to the calligraphy class and have fun. I will teach you how to write." Zhang Chong said with a smile.

Facing Zhang Zhong's invitation, few children responded.

After all, it is already very tiring to sign up for a class on weekends, and they don't want their rest time to be squeezed.It is estimated that what they are thinking one by one now is how to play after going back for a while.

Zhang Zhong walked to Peng Peng's place and saw that she was still drawing, so he didn't bother her.

Under normal circumstances, Peng Peng's classes are taught by Xu Yuhan himself.

However, Xu Yuhan sometimes has some relatively simple lessons to teach, so Pengpeng will take other teachers' lessons.

The teachers also know about Pengpeng's situation, and they basically treat her like a free-range, and let her draw her own.

And sometimes Pengpeng will help the teacher to teach other children to draw. Compared with other children, Pengpeng's level is much higher.

This girl also likes to do such things.

After a while, the parents came to pick up the children, and the number of children in the classroom gradually decreased, until finally only Pengpeng and the little girl in the wheelchair were left.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Zhong ran to ask the teacher of this class, "What's the situation with this little girl, and where are her parents?"

The female teacher looked at the clock on the wall and said, "It was delivered by her mother before, and she said she would pick it up at eleven o'clock, but it is almost 11:30 now."

"Were you late before?" Zhang Chong asked.

The female teacher shook her head, "No, it's her first time here, I heard her family just moved here."

Seeing that the female teacher seemed anxious, Zhang nodded and said to the female teacher, "Why don't you go first, it's getting late, I'll just wait for her mother here."

The teacher has been waiting for almost half an hour, which is much longer than working hours. Anyway, Peng Peng is still painting, and Zhang Zhong also has to wait for Xu Yuhan, so let her go first.

"This...how embarrassing?" The female teacher hesitated.

"It's okay, I'm going to stay here anyway."

The female teacher thought for a while, and finally nodded, "Then thank you, Teacher Zhang."

"you are welcome."

The female teacher packed her things, walked to the little girl, pointed at Zhang Zhong and said a few words, then left.

After a while, Zhang Chong saw that the little girl kept her head down, so she walked over and asked softly, "What's your name?"

The little girl looked up at Zhang Zhong, then quickly lowered her head, "My name is Cheng Wenyuan."

"Is it Er Dongchen?"

"No." Cheng Wenyuan shook her head, "It's Cheng of the equation."

"Can you write it for me? There are two other words."

Cheng Wenyuan nodded, then took out a pen and paper from her bag and wrote her name.

"That's how it was written." Zhang Zhong smiled, "My name is Zhang Zhong, you can call me Teacher Zhang, and the girl over there is called Zhang Pengpeng, and she is my daughter. Your teacher Yuan has something to do, so I will replace you. She is here waiting for your family to pick you up."

Cheng Wenyuan glanced at Pengpeng's direction, lowered her head and said, "She draws very well."

"If she hears what you say, she should be very happy. She likes people to praise her very much. Can I have a look at your paintings? Of course, I'm just a calligraphy teacher, I don't know much about painting, and I can't give you any advice. " Zhang Zhong laughed.

Cheng Wenyuan hesitated for a moment, but still took out her painting and showed it to Zhang Chong.

Zhang Zhong took the painting in her hand and looked at it seriously.

The content of the painting is very simple, there is only one cup, which seems to be Cheng Wenyuan's own drinking cup.

In fact, the painting is quite good, and it can be seen that the basic skills are relatively solid.

Zhang Zhong returned the painting to Cheng Wenyuan, without comment, but asked, "Do you like painting?"

Cheng Wenyuan didn't answer right away, but was silent for a while before she said, "Sometimes I like it, sometimes I don't."

"Can you tell me when you like it?" Zhang Zhong asked.

"I like it when I'm alone."

"What would you draw when you were alone?"

"I draw everything, my toys, the little people on the pictures, the trees outside the window, I draw whatever I see." It seems that this topic is quite to Cheng Wenyuan's appetite, she is a little more open than before up.

"What kind of pictures do you usually look at?"

"Most of them are collections of fairy tales. My mother bought them for me. She used to read them to me, but now I can read them by myself. Sometimes I also read them to my mother."

"I'm telling this to my daughter, who has never read a story to me."

Cheng Wenyuan said with some embarrassment, "I can't read well either. If I don't have pinyin, I always make mistakes."

Zhang Zhong was about to say something when Pengpeng, who was drawing, ran over with his own painting, "Dad, I've finished drawing, look."

Zhang Zhong looked at the painting in Yan Pengpeng's hand, she drew a top hat today, a bit like a wizard's hat, but there was a small red flower on it.

"What is this?" Zhang Zhong asked.

"This is my improved magic hat, doesn't it look better?"

"Wouldn't it be better without this flower?"

"It would be ugly without this flower." Pengpeng embraced the painting, "Dad, you don't understand."

"Okay, okay, I don't understand." Zhang Zhong shook his head helplessly.

"I think it's pretty pretty." Cheng Wenyuan, who was beside her, mustered up her courage and said.

Hearing Cheng Wenyuan's words, Pengpeng immediately grinned, and leaned closer to Cheng Wenyuan, "Dad, look, we are two against one, and you lose."

She said to Cheng Wenyuan again, "You are better than my father."

"No." Cheng Wenyuan said embarrassedly.

"Don't be humble, my father said, too much modesty is hypocrisy. Hey, why don't you go home."

"My mother hasn't come yet."

"Oh, your mother must be as busy as Uncle Liu and the others. We children really can't help ourselves. My house is next to me. Every time my father and Teacher Xu come to pick me up. This is the picture you drew Well, let me see, let me tell you, sometimes I am a student, but sometimes I am also a teacher, but it is the kind that does not charge money."

Pengpeng looked at the painting in Cheng Wenyuan's hand, and then commented, "You don't pay attention to the class when you see it. The teacher said that the edge of this real thing has to..."

(End of this chapter)