Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 111 I Walked Alone on a Small Road in the Suburbs

After sitting in the Green Field Bookstore for a while, Zhang Zhong went to Weiyu when he had nothing to do.

Pengpeng just drew all of "Snow White" yesterday, and she drew [-] pictures in total.

Zhang Zhong sent all of them to Weiyu, just like last night, asking everyone to look at the pictures and write stories.

If last night's "Ugly Duckling" was entry-level, then tonight's group of "Snow White" is hell-level.

Seeing Zhang Zhong talking about the picture again, the readers were very happy to know that the benefits would be distributed, but when they clicked on the picture and looked around, most of them were confused.

What is this skr?
Zhang Junwei reset Zhang to special attention, and whenever Zhang Zhong posted a new update, his phone would have a notification tone.

Hearing the prompt tone, Zhang Junwei turned on the phone curiously, and then saw the group of pictures sent by Zhang Chong.

Like most people, he is equally confused.

In the first picture, he could see some clues, as if a pair of parents gave birth to a child.

Look at the crown and crown on the parents' heads, it should be the king and queen.

But from then on, he couldn't understand it at all.

In particular, there is a painting in which a woman with a waist as thin as a bamboo pole stands in front of a picture, and then she is about to send someone to kill a little girl.

I don't understand it, I don't understand it at all.

Zhang Junwei scratched his head. He really wanted to go and ask Zhang Zhong what the painting meant, but he was too embarrassed to ask.

"Honey, what do you mean by taking a look at this painting?"

Zhang Junwei pondered for a long time without a clue, so he went to ask his wife for help.

Li Tianyi glanced at the painting with his head sideways, and then said, "It doesn't mean that the king married a new queen, and then the new queen will kill the princess, but I don't understand the story behind it."

……

"How did you see it?"

"By feeling."

The big black line on Zhang Junwei's head, it seems that women's brain circuits are indeed different from men's.

But after listening to his wife's words, he looked at the previous paintings and felt that this was indeed the case.

……

After spending two hours at the Green Field Bookstore, Zhang Zhong got up and went back to Meng Mu Xiaozhu. Peng Peng was painting the story of Little Red Riding Hood today.

She is drawing much faster now, and she even drew three pictures in one night, but it also benefited from the fact that there are fewer characters in Little Red Riding Hood.

On the way home, Zhang Zhong carried Pengpeng on his shoulders, humming nursery rhymes.

"I was walking alone on the small road in the suburbs. I brought the pastry to my grandma to taste. Her family lives in a remote and secluded place. I have to worry about whether there are big bad wolves nearby..."

As she sang, Peng Peng would also hum along a few lines, and by the time the father and daughter were about to get home, Peng Peng had already learned the first few lines.

Listening to Pengpeng humming, Zhang Zhong stopped humming and listened to her humming quietly.

This song is really suitable for children to sing. With my thick voice, no matter how I sing it, I can't sing it as well as Pengpeng.

Accompanied by Peng Peng's singing, the father and daughter returned home.

Her grandma heard her singing and asked with a smile, "Did you learn a new nursery rhyme today?"

"Dad taught me."

Seeing grandma, Peng Peng held Zhang Zhong's head and rolled her legs backwards, trying to climb off her father.

Zhang Zhong was afraid that she would fall, so he quickly bent down to let her down.

After getting off his father, Peng Peng rushed to grandma's arms, "Grandma, have you seen the big bad wolf?"

Hu Huifang shook her head and asked, "I haven't seen it, have you ever seen it?"

"I haven't seen it either, Dad has."

Dad...has never seen it before. Zhang Zhong has no way to explain it to Pengpeng. Maybe she thinks the stories his father told are true, including Snow White and so on.

Hu Huifang glanced at Zhang Zhong, held Pengpeng in her arms and asked, "Did Dad tell you what the big bad wolf looks like?"

"like this."

Pengpeng raised her "claws", grinned at her grandma, and howled like a wolf.

Zhang Zhong looked at Pengpeng's appearance, thinking that he had never told her what the big bad wolf looked like, so it was probably all made up by her own imagination.

"The big bad wolf is so fierce, it still wants to eat Little Red Riding Hood..."

It's time for storytelling again. Every time this girl listens to Zhang Zhong's story, she has to go to tell others, to Xu Yuhan, to her grandparents. Although she didn't go to school with her, Zhang Zhong guessed that she I also told my classmates when I was in school.

Otherwise, Liu Minya would not have talked about storytelling last time.

After Pengpeng finished telling the story of Little Red Riding Hood vividly, Hu Huifang took her to take a bath.

After taking a bath, Zhang Zhong held back another story and told her before she fell asleep peacefully.

After Pengpeng fell asleep, Zhang Zhong tiptoed out of his daughter's room and went to the study.

"I'm a Fortune Teller" is not automatically updated, and Zhang Zhong has to go to update it manually.

This book was originally a big chapter, but he cut it into small chapters, each chapter has not many words.

He plans to update about two chapters a day in the future, and hang on slowly. If it is too fast, the time is too short, which is not conducive to publicity. If the time is too long, everyone will be tired of waiting for the update.

After posting today's update online, Zhang Zhong took out a paper, ink, brush and inkstone, and wrote in large characters for a while.

After writing a few sentences of "Manuscript for Memorial to Nephew", I stopped writing, and I will continue with the rest tomorrow.

Yan Liuou and Zhao Yu's characters, although Zhang Chonglin has a lot of characters, but relatively speaking, he still prefers Zhang Xuhuaisu's wild style, especially Zhang Xu, who is crazy to the extreme.

But although Zhang Zhong appreciated Zhang Xu's handwriting, he couldn't come to it.

Not to mention other things, just looking at Zhang Xu's living conditions is enough to make people daunted.

"The top is exposed and the bed is covered, and there are three or five long shouts. Xinglai sprinkles the plain brush, and the brush is like a shooting star."

It looks like a drug addict who is in a state of excitement every day.

In the Tang Dynasty, there was a legacy of the Wei and Jin Dynasties. During the Wei and Jin Dynasties, many people liked to make elixirs and eat elixirs, among which Wushi San was especially famous.

For this reason, Lu Xun also did research, saying that the reason why people in the Wei and Jin Dynasties dressed like gods was because they often ate Wushisan to be hyperactive and feverish, so they had to wear loose clothes.

This statement is not necessarily accurate, but it also explains a certain living condition of people at that time.

Thinking of this, Zhang Zhong remembered what Professor Dai said.

"Looking for immortals, looking for immortal grass, refining elixir."

It is said that Li Bai fooled Du Fu, the two found autumn from spring, and met Gao Shi, a homeless man in the middle, but in the end they found nothing, Du Fu couldn't bear it and ran away.

What a romantic dynasty...

Zhang Zhong retracted his thoughts and looked back at the words he had just written. He always felt that his writing was too rigid and unsightly. He sighed, folded up the whole piece of paper and threw it into the trash can.

"This "Manuscript of Memorial to Nephew" should start from scratch tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)