Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 10 Super Super Big

Zhang Chong's doll-catching skills were really not that good, he caught the fifty coins he just changed in a while, but he didn't catch a single doll.

He originally thought that the little girl would be disappointed, but he didn't expect Peng Peng to pat him on the back and comfort him, "Don't be discouraged, Dad, you must have the spirit of waiting for a rabbit."

Where did this pirated idiom come from...

Instead of being comforted by his daughter, Zhang Zhong nodded heavily, with an expression of "I feel your comfort", Peng Peng saw it, and also looked relieved, and walked into the playground with his little hands behind his back.

In addition to the video game city in front of this indoor playground, there are also some large-scale amusement equipment inside, specially prepared for children.

If you want to go in and play, you need tickets, 50 yuan for a child.

There are indoor children's playgrounds everywhere, but Sanli'an is the largest in Jiangyang, with very complete equipment and very good safety measures.

It is summer now, and there are many more people in the playground than usual. Families with conditions like to send their children here.

50 yuan can play for a day, and there are children of about the same age in it. They can play as crazy as they want, and they are not afraid of losing their children or getting hurt.

The rest area outside the playground fence is full of parents and grandparents who brought their children. The elderly sit and chat with each other, and the young people are more likely to lower their heads and play with their mobile phones.

After sending Pengpeng in, Zhang Zhong also found a place to sit down. It is not uncommon for a father like him to bring his children to play, but because he is wearing a cane, he will inevitably be looked at by others.

At first, no one came to talk to him, but after a while, an old man came over.

"Young man, how old is your child?"

Zhang Zhong was watching Pengpeng playing on the slide, he turned his head and smiled at the old man, "My daughter is four and a half years old."

"It's four and a half years old. Seeing how young you are, children are already this old."

Zhang Zhong is only 28 years old, and because he has been in a vegetable state for several years, his skin is well maintained. Most people may think that he has just graduated from college when they see him.

"Marry early."

"Who is your child?"

"There, that's my daughter." Zhang Zhong pointed to his daughter and said to the old man.

"Your daughter is so pretty. Look at my grandson, who jumps up and down like Zhang Fei every day. He can't stay in the house at all. He is as thin as a monkey, and he is as black as carbon. Look, That's my grandson."

Following the direction the old man pointed, Zhang Chong saw a little boy. The old man was not exaggerating. He was indeed as thin as a monkey and as black as carbon.

"Boys, it's normal to like to play a little bit."

"Oh, my son. He has read a lot and has a good job. Now he is an associate professor at the university, but young people love to play. When the young couple travels abroad during the summer vacation, we will give this boy to our old couple to take care of him. "Although the old man complained about his son and daughter-in-law, when it came to them, he couldn't hide his pride.

"Hey, the two of them are still playing together." The old man looked into the playground and exclaimed in surprise.

Zhang Zhong looked over and found that Pengpeng was actually playing with the old man's grandson, and they were quite harmonious.

When Zhang Chong was in an accident, Zhang Pengpeng brought the little boy over and said through the fence, "Father, I met Wu Taotao from our class."

Then she turned to Wu Taotao and said, "Look, this is my father. I told you a long time ago that I have a father."

Zhang Pengpeng puffed out her small chest, and she was very proud when talking about her father.And the reason why she is proud is not because his father is a great hero, but because she can prove that she has a father.

Zhang Chong's nose was sour, and he could imagine that before he woke up, his daughter kept telling others that she had a father at school, but others didn't believe it.

"My father is still a great writer, even better than your father."

Zhang Chong was about to burst into tears when he heard his daughter's last words, and his whole body was petrified.He just remembered that when his daughter said that the father of a classmate was a university professor, it seemed that her classmate was named Wu Taotao.

This is too coincidental, he looked at the old man next to him, thinking that the old man didn't come here on purpose.

The old man's expression was also very strange, "It's a coincidence."

"But boy, are you a great writer?"

Before Zhang Chong could speak, Zhang Pengpeng spoke for him first, "Yes, my father is that kind of super big, super big writer, a hundred times better than a university professor."

What's the matter with being a little shy... Zhang Zhong touched his nose and said solemnly, "Don't listen to her nonsense, I just write something to make a living."

In fact, he can't even make ends meet now.

However, when the old man heard these words, Zhang Zhong became intentionally modest. Knowing that Zhang Zhong was a great writer, the old man was in awe. My Taotao and your daughter are still in the same class, so we should live not far away."

Kindergartens are generally not too far away from home, that's why the old man said so.

Zhang nodded and said the name of the community.

"It's really not far away. When my son comes back, you young people can sit together and communicate more. Although he graduated with a Ph.D., he only studied science and is engaged in technology. Unlike you, a big literati, you can look gentle and elegant at first glance, otherwise There are many people, so I just want to chat with you?"

Maybe we are about the same age, Zhang Chong thought.

Feeling a little embarrassed by the old man's praise, Zhang Zhong said, "I really write something casually, and I can't be called a great literati."

"Not now, sooner or later, I think you have the face of a great writer."

This old man can still read pictures!

"Thanks for your good words, Pengpeng, you guys go and play, play for a while, let's go eat."

It's almost time for lunch now, but Zhang Zhong is not going to eat now, because the father and daughter ate a lot of snacks in the morning, and their stomachs are full, and they brought Pengpeng over to play, and some of them let her digest Intend.

After the two children went in to play, the old man chatted with Zhang Zhong again. Most of the time, the old man was talking and Zhang Zhong was listening.

Zhang Zhong remembered when he was on Earth, he seemed to become more talkative in the last period of time, a little restless, and he would panic when he was alone.

But after returning, this feeling disappeared again. A young body not only brings youthful vitality, but also a young mind.

As people get older, the days are getting shorter day by day, and the distance from death is getting closer and closer. The sense of urgency is normal. Sometimes wanting to talk more seems to be fighting against life. I lived an extra sentence of time.

(End of this chapter)