Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 305 Show Your Own Words (33)

Originally, Zhang Zhong was planning to take Pengpeng there to watch for a while, but there was such a small episode in the middle, which attracted too much attention from others. In order to prevent anything from happening later, he led his family away.

On the way to leave, Song Xiang teased him with a smile, "You are really high-spirited, you don't even accept money."

Zhang Zhong took out the coin that He Ruchu gave him just now, and said with a smile, "Isn't this money?"

Hu Huifang saw the one dollar and said, "You have to keep this one dollar carefully, it has a different meaning. Peng Peng is learning to paint, maybe I can ask someone else in the future."

Indeed, although the mother said it more bluntly, the reality is like this.Although Zhang Zhong didn't think about it, he still had the idea of ​​making friends with He Ruchu.

"Grandma, I don't want to learn that kind of painting, I want to learn the kind of painting drawn by Teacher Xu." Pengpeng said suddenly.

Hu Huifang laughed angrily at her, "Do you know how many people are begging to learn painting from others, but you are not willing."

"I just don't want to learn that kind of painting." Pengpeng said with a pout.

"This girl, I don't know what's good or bad." Hu Huifang sighed helplessly.

Zhang Zhong doesn't care, he can learn whatever he likes.Besides, people always change.

She is still young, and it is unrealistic to expect her to understand the essence of Chinese painting.At her age, oil paintings with brighter colors must attract her more.

When she grows up, maybe she will fall in love with traditional Chinese painting again, it's all uncertain.For these, Zhang Zhong has always held the mentality of letting nature take its course.

After wandering around the mall for a while, and it was almost time for dinner, the group rushed to Restaurant No. [-].

……

He Ruchu hastily bid farewell to Zhang Zhong and the others because he now has a lot of insights that urgently need to be expressed on paper.

In a temporary workshop opened by the shopping mall, there are many pictures of roosters scattered on the ground, all of which he drew just now.

Being thrown on the ground doesn't mean that the paintings are not good, it's just that He Ruchu's paintings have always been like this.He always draws many pictures, and then picks out the one he likes the most, and puts all the others aside, and never takes them out again.

Including the manuscripts he piled up at home, which have been dusty since they were created.

He Ruchu sometimes wants to burn all these manuscripts, but after much deliberation, he is still not willing. After all, these manuscripts represent his past.

Life is too short, and he feels that he has grown old after just painting.In this short life, the past is especially memorable.

He sometimes thinks that if people can live forever, then a certain period of the past seems not so important.

I don't know how long it took to draw, but He Ruchu finally stopped the pen in his hand.

He was not in a hurry to look at the pictures he had just drawn, but poured himself a glass of water slowly, then sat on the chair, in a daze.

This is also his habit. He always stays in a daze for a while after creating, trying to let himself go.

After a while, he took out his mobile phone and wanted to check the time, but found several missed calls.

Fang Keyin is his good friend and also the Taishan Beidou in the Chinese painting circle.

Listening to the name, she looks like a lady, but Fang Keyin himself is a big and three rough northern man.

He has a bushy beard all year round, and drinks a few taels of liquor almost every day. If you talk to him face to face, you must be prepared to be smelled of alcohol at any time.

He Ruchu is best at painting roosters, while Fang Keyin is an expert in landscape painting.

He called several times in a row, and he didn't know what was going on with this guy, so He Ruchu called back.

When the phone was connected, He Ruchu said with a smile, "Brother Fang, have you called several times in a row, is there something important?"

Fang Keyin didn't feel annoyed when he made a few phone calls but didn't answer, after all, it was common for those in their line of work to spend hours lying on desks.

"It's nothing important to talk about, I just want to ask how you met Zhang Zhong?" Fang Keyin's hearty voice sounded.

He Ruchu frowned, "How do you know?"

"I know from the news. I saw your painting on the Internet. This matter is quite lively. After all, the two of you are not in the same circle. The sudden cooperation is indeed quite attractive."

Watching the news... He Ruchu probably knew what was going on.During the art exhibition, there were quite a few tourists, someone must have noticed and took photos.

"Well, there is indeed such a thing. I also happened to meet Zhang Zhong today. The thing is like this..."

He Ruchu gave an overview of what happened at today's art exhibition.

After listening, Fang Keyin said with emotion, "This is really fate."

"Yeah, I didn't think about it either. Apart from anything else, I met him in Jiangyang before, and this time we met again. It is a kind of fate in itself." He Ruchu also felt a little emotional.

Fang Keyin said with a smile, "Your pen fee of one yuan can be regarded as a good story."

"Zhang Zhong is Huai Jin holding Yu, and he is very personable. To be honest, when I didn't know he was Zhang Zhong, I cherished him. Now that I think about it, I feel a little ashamed. He is a world-renowned writer. Why should I cherish it." He Ruchu shook his head and smiled.

"Brother Ruchu, everyone on the Internet is curious about your cooperation. If you, the person involved, don't show up to speak out, why don't you explain it to everyone?"

He Ruchu thought for a while, nodded and said, "I really have to say it, it's also a thank you to Zhang Zhong."

After hanging up Fang Keyin's phone, He Ruchu collected all the manuscripts on the floor, and then went home with the manuscripts.

After returning home, he wrote a narrative article, recounting what happened to Zhang Zhong today.

After finishing writing, he typed the words on the paper into the computer one by one.

Although He Ruchu is a painter, his ability to tell stories is not inferior to those novelists at all.

Originally, it was just some wonderful fate, but he wrote it so miraculously.

"When I heard the phrase 'the rooster crows and the sky turns white', I seemed to see the rooster I drew raised its head, and the long crowing sounded in my ears..."

In the article, he told everything about how he met Zhang Zhong, and how Zhang Zhong only charged one yuan for writing fees.

Netizens were still guessing at first, but when they saw this article, they became even more bombarded.

[Why do I feel like I am watching a movie?Does such a thing really exist in reality? 】

[Fate, fate, even if there is fate, it must be talented, otherwise how could there be such a spark? 】

【I want to ask now, is this painting of Mr. He going to sell? 】

[I won't ask because I know I can't afford it.I would like to ask Zhang Zhongda if he can show the dollar. 】

[Here comes the question, is this an illustration drawn on top of Zhang Zhong's calligraphy, or is it the addition of Zhang Zhong's inscription on He Lao's painting? 】

[Ahem, it is true that this poem is a bit overwhelming. 】

[I'll pay 100 million, if it's not enough, I can continue to add more, if it's enough, then treat it as if I didn't say it...]

(End of this chapter)