Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 114
By the time Parents' Day ended, it was past four o'clock in the afternoon.

At noon, these parents did not go home to eat, and all stayed in the small cafeteria of the school to eat, which was called feeling the children's food.

The lunch was so rich that Zhang Zhong wanted to let Pengpeng have lunch at school in the future.

However, he guessed that the usual lunch would not be as good as it is today, and the school should have put in some unusual thought for the parents.

After school, Zhang Zhong was about to say goodbye to Liu Feng, but Peng Peng took Liu Minya to his house as a guest.

Liu Minya also wanted to go there, the little girl looked at her father, Liu Feng looked at Zhang Zhong, and said to her daughter, "Why don't we go to Pengpeng's house next time, your mother will come home tonight, let's go back Let's eat at home, okay?"

Zhang Zhong said with a smile, "Since Minya also wants to play with Pengpeng, I think it's better to go to my house to have dinner tonight, and call my sister-in-law."

"It's too intrusive."

"Then I've already disturbed you last time, it's okay, it's also a chance for me to thank you."

Liu Feng was still a little hesitant. In fact, he felt that it was not good for Zhang Zhong to take care of the child alone and his family to disturb him.

Liu Minya tugged at his trouser legs and begged, "Father, just promise Uncle Zhang."

Liu Feng couldn't help being begged by his daughter, he touched her head and said, "You girl, you don't know how to be polite."

He turned to Zhang Zhong again and said, "Then I will trouble you, Brother Zhang."

After the agreement was made, Liu Feng sent Zhang Zhong and the others home first, and then he drove back to pick up his wife.

Not long after, Liu Feng and his wife came over with big bags and small bags.

Seeing the things they were carrying, Zhang Zhong blamed, "Brother Liu, sister-in-law, you are too out of touch, what are you doing with so many things for a meal?"

When he went to Liu's house last time, he also brought something, but only two bags of fruit.But looking at the things that Liu Feng and the others brought, the prices should not be cheap.

As soon as Liu Feng entered the door, he heard the sound of spatulas and ping-pong in the kitchen, and asked strangely, "Who is cooking?"

"It's my mother."

Liu Feng suddenly realized that he thought Zhang Zhong was the only one taking care of the child, but now it seems that this is not the case, at least his mother is also here.

Hu Huifang also heard the sound of guests coming, came out to say hello to Liu Feng and the others, and went back to the kitchen.

Zhang Zhong was busy pouring tea for the couple, and then the three sat on the sofa and chatted.

After chatting for a while, Liu Feng asked Zhang Zhong, "What kind of books does Brother Zhang usually read?"

Zhang Zhong didn't expect Liu Feng to ask this question, but when he thought about the time when he was at his house, he took him to visit the study, and it seemed quite reasonable.

"I don't usually read a lot. The study room is empty, unlike Brother Liu's house, which is full of stuff." Zhang Zhong said with a smile.

"Hey, the books in his study are all decorations, how many of them have he read?" Hong Yujiao asked beside him.

Liu Feng smiled awkwardly, "I've read a lot too, why don't Brother Zhang take me to your study to have a look."

"Okay, but don't be disappointed, Brother Liu, after reading it."

"Why are you disappointed? If not, I'll send you some books later..."

While speaking, Zhang Zhong had already pushed open the door of the study. Liu Feng was a little dumbfounded when he saw the empty study. He thought Zhang Zhong was humiliating himself.

Because his impression of Zhang Zhong has always been that kind of gentle and elegant scholar, it is impossible to say that he has no books in his study.

But when he saw Zhang Zhong's study, he felt a little subverted.

The study room is not completely devoid of books. In the corner, there is a cardboard box with a pile of books on it, and there is only one table besides it.

But the things on the table attracted Liu Feng's attention.

He took two steps forward, came to the desk, looked at the several sheets of paper covered with writing on the desk, and asked curiously, "Brother Zhang, did you write this?"

"Well, Brother Zhang laughed at the graffiti." Zhang Zhong stretched out his hand to take the drafts away.

Liu Feng stopped him, "Brother Zhang, don't be stingy, let me pay my respects to your calligraphy."

"Brother Liu, stop making fun of me."

"I'm really not joking." Liu Feng said seriously, "Although I don't know calligraphy, I really have a feeling for your calligraphy, which is even more beautiful than the one hanging in my living room."

Liu Feng flipped through the three pieces of paper and asked, "Are the three pieces of paper written the same?"

Zhang nodded, "Well, a post from Dulin."

Liu Feng held the three pieces of paper in his hands and looked at them carefully.After looking at it for a while, he shook his head and said, "Tsk tsk, it looks good, it looks good, it looks so good, I didn't expect that you are so young, brother Zhang, and you can write so well with a brush."

"Brother Liu praised you." Zhang Zhong said modestly.

"No compliments, no compliments, I think it looks good from the bottom of my heart." Liu Feng said sincerely, and then he said to Zhang Zhong, "Brother Zhang, brother, I have a merciless request."

"Well, you said."

"That's it. I read your handwriting, and I think the handwriting at my house has no taste at all. Can you give me one of these three handwriting pictures, and I will hang it on the wall when I go home?"

Go home and hang on the wall?

Zhang Zhong felt that it was a bit weird to hang a "Manuscript for Nephew Memorial" on the living room, but he was embarrassed to tell Liu Feng directly, for fear that he would feel ashamed, after all, Liu Feng didn't see the words on the picture after reading it for a long time what to write.

Seeing Zhang Zhong's hesitation, Liu Feng said, "Can't you? If you can't, brother Zhang, don't force yourself."

"It's not impossible." Zhang Zhong stretched out his hand to take the three characters from Liu Feng's hand, and said, "But these three characters were written by me casually, so it's a bit too casual. Write another one for you."

"Is this a little troublesome?"

"No trouble, I'll write to you right now."

As Zhang Chong said, he went to get a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, spread the paper on the table, and started to write with a pen.

Looking from Liu Feng's point of view, the moment Zhang Zhong picked up the pen, it seemed that his entire aura suddenly changed, just like a lake that was originally as flat as a mirror suddenly turned into a stormy sea.

This kind of thing is very strange, but it is just an external feeling created by the posture and movement.

It's just that on Zhang Zhong's young face, Liu Feng saw the vicissitudes and hardships that did not belong to his age, which surprised him very much.

Zhang Chong didn't know what Liu Feng was thinking now, since he wanted to give it away, he had to write it well, and before he picked up the pen, he had already thought about what to write.

"Nephew Memorial Manuscript" is of course absolutely impossible.

It happened that he had received a piece of calligraphy before, and it had been hung in the living room for a while, so he could just write it and give it to Liu Feng.

Zhang Chong raised his pen and wrote:

　Thank you for the 500 rewards from [Qisha’s net name]
　　Thank you [User Positive] for your reward
　　There will be Chapter 3 later

　　
　
(End of this chapter)