Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 132 The Great Painter's Father
The five-year vegetative had two books that entered the top ten of the annual new book sales list. Except for Zhang Zhong who didn't take it seriously, many people paid special attention to it.

It is rare to publish two books in one year, and both of them enter the top ten of the new book sales list, but it is not uncommon.

Five years ago, Xiao Xan Er Yu Dongyu wrote three books within a year, all of which entered the top ten sales lists, and two of them were number one and number three respectively.

Looking at it this way, the achievement of the fifth grade vegetative person seems not worth mentioning.

However, the three books that entered the top ten sales list of Xanthium cocklebur that year were all released before October of that year.

However, the two books of the fifth-grade vegetative person happened to be after October, and the time left for him was only three months. Among them, "Ten Little Indian Boys", which just entered the top ten, was released at the end of last month. It's only been out for a month so far.

Although there is no record in the data, anyone with a discerning eye can see the extraordinary.

Of course, there is another special feature, that is, the fifth-grade vegetative person is a newcomer in the literary world who just came out this year, and these two books are only his first and second books.

It's just that because of the current fame of the fifth-grade vegetable, many people have forgotten this.

Some media with malicious intentions linked the upcoming Huaxia Detective Master Award with this news.

It's just that without the navy bonus, the fans of the fifth grade vegetative didn't pay attention to this kind of news at all, so the purpose of the media to provoke trouble was not achieved.

……

After Yang Huaiyong returned to his office, he poured himself a cup of tea, and then took out the piece of paper stuck in the book.

For some reason, he felt a little excited just looking at a student's homework.

Probably, it's because he hasn't read serious homework for a long time.

After taking over the screenwriting class, he assigned homework at first, and the students handed it in. Later, he found that these students were too confused, so he didn't bother to assign homework.

As for this student, he specifically asked the monitor of the screenwriting class, he seemed to be an auditor, and he didn't know what his background was.

But no matter what the background is, as long as you are willing to listen carefully to the class, that's fine.

The homework assigned in the last class was to write about my feelings after reading the script of "In the Forest". This is not a difficult homework.

Yang Huaiyong turned over the paper and wrote a page on it, and then his eyes lit up.

"Good word!"

Yang Huaiyong couldn't help crying out, it's really because the cursive handwriting is too beautiful.

It's just that this word has a majestic style and a strange posture. It's hard to imagine that it was written by a young man in his 20s.

Among the screenwriters, there are quite a few good-looking writers. The first teacher Shi Taoshi in their academy wrote with a strong hand, but Yang Huaiyong always felt that the handwriting in front of him was better than Shi Tao's handwriting.

Regardless of the content, this word alone has conquered Yang Huaiyong first.

Of course, the most important thing is the content.

Yang Huaiyong lowered his head and began to read this review carefully. After reading it, he was a little surprised that it didn't look like something written by a student in a screenwriting class.

Most of the whole article is about the study of the artistic technique and thought expression of "In the Forest", but there is very little analysis about the technique, and the things related to the technique seem to be taught by him in these two classes, and he It didn’t teach, it didn’t appear at all above.

It's as if... this student has only listened to the two lectures he taught.

Did he really have no involvement with screenwriting before this?
Maybe next time I want to talk to him, Yang Huaiyong refolded the after-view impression, and then put it in the book again.

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"Gourd baby, gourd baby, seven flowers on a vine, not afraid of wind and rain, la la la la la..."

While driving the car, Zhang Zhong took Pengpeng to sing the song of calabash baby. These days, the little girl is drawing calabash baby.

"Father, why doesn't calabash baby wear shoes?"

After Zhang Zhong told Peng Peng about the image and dress of Cucurbit Baby, Peng Peng tilted his head and asked.

"Probably because they are all gourds, so they don't need to wear shoes."

"But they're all wearing clothes."

That's right, why didn't the gourd dolls wear shoes at that time? Maybe it was because they were closer to nature without shoes, which fit their identity as gourds.

As for clothes, if you don't wear clothes, you probably won't be able to see Cucurbit Baby.

"Pengpeng thinks that calabash baby should wear shoes?"

"I don't know, won't your feet hurt if you don't wear shoes?"

"What if it doesn't hurt?"

"It's dirty even if it doesn't hurt."

"What if it's not dirty?"

"Oh, then don't wear shoes, Pengpeng doesn't like wearing shoes, but my feet will hurt and get dirty if I don't wear shoes, grandma will definitely criticize me."

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The father and daughter went to Mengmu Xiaozhu while they were talking, and after arranging Pengpeng to sit down, Xu Yuhan pulled Zhang Zhong aside.

"Mr. Zhang, do you remember what I told you about the art exhibition last time?"

"remember."

"Well, now the results are out. Pengpeng's paintings have been selected. The art exhibition was originally held at the end of the month, but now it has been moved to New Year's Day. I would like to ask if you have time then. After all, Pengpeng's paintings will also be exhibited. I miss you You should take Pengpeng to have a look." Xu Yuhan said.

Zhang nodded emphatically, "Of course, but I would like to ask, what kind of paintings are exhibited by Pengpeng?"

Xu Yuhan saw that Zhang Zhong agreed so readily, a smile appeared on his face, "It's a group painting of Little Red Riding Hood."

"A group of paintings?" Zhang Zhong was a little surprised. If he remembered correctly, there were fourteen paintings of Little Red Riding Hood.

Pengpeng is now drawing faster and faster, expressing stories more and more carefully, so although the story of Little Red Riding Hood is simpler than Snow White, but the paintings are more.

"There are so many paintings, is the organizer willing to let them participate in the exhibition together, or has some of them been withdrawn?" Zhang Zhong asked.

Xu Yuhan shook his head with a smile, "No, a total of fourteen paintings have been selected, and the judges seem to like this group of paintings quite a bit, so they specially reserved a booth for Peng Peng, and then we will have an independent booth dedicated to displaying these ten paintings. Four paintings."

Zhang Zhong laughed. As a father, Pengpeng was even happier than his book won an award.

"Mr. Zhang, I will send the specific time and address of the art exhibition to your mobile phone later. Please check it carefully. We will see you there then." Xu Yuhan smiled at Zhang Chong, turned around and returned to the children.

Zhang Chong glanced at his daughter who was seriously drawing, and a gratified smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Perhaps one day, when I am old, I can introduce myself to others like this: I am the father of the great painter Zhang Pengpeng.

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(Thanks to book friend 20190619163438173 for the 500 tip, and the 100 tip for radish stew)

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