Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 562 Steady, easy (third)
When the family returned to the hotel, it was past nine o'clock. Maybe Peng Peng guessed the riddles too hard today and used his brain too much, so he fell asleep in Zhang Zhong's arms on the way back.

Pengpeng plus the clothes should weigh forty catties, even Zhang Chong would struggle to hold her.Oh, by the way, this girl ate a lot of roast duck just now, which helped her gain a lot of weight.

It took a lot of effort to carry Pengpeng back to her room. I originally thought that if she came back to wake up, she would get up and take a bath, but until Zhang Zhong put her on the bed, she still slept deeply. The matter of taking a bath I can only give up.

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Wang Kewang made himself a cup of espresso, although his wife had advised him many times not to drink coffee so late.

But the habits he has developed over the years cannot be changed at all. Now it seems that when it gets dark, the cells in his body protest against him, and he must drink coffee.

In the afternoon, the deputy editor-in-chief Ershan came to his house to discuss with him about the poetry conference.

What Ershan meant was that the poetry conference that Wang Kewang wanted to hold should not be able to be held this year, and the conditions could not be met in all aspects, so he could only settle for the next best thing and continue the essay solicitation activities in previous years.

But Wang Kewang was still a little bit unwilling to give up. Could it be that they couldn't accomplish this matter?
What he wants is that many poets gather together, talk about poetry and songs, and sway their inspiration.This will be a grand event, how can it be compared with an ordinary essay call.

I took a sip of the coffee, but the temperature hadn't come down yet, making my tongue a little numb.

Looking up at the picture just hung on the wall, Wang Kewang felt a little regretful. When he invited Zhang Zhong to dinner yesterday, he thought about mentioning the poetry conference to Zhang Zhong. There was nothing else, so naturally he wanted Zhang Zhong to participate.

As long as he can participate, all the problems before Wang Kewang will be solved.

If Zhang Chongben was a person in the poetry world, it would not be difficult to talk about it, but although Zhang Zhong can also publish poetry, he has no intersection with the poetry circle. Perhaps the biggest intersection is with himself, the editor-in-chief of "Shilin" Is it a friend?

So from last night to the end, he didn't have the nerve to say that.

Since it was not opened at that time, it will be difficult to open later.

The regret in Wang Kewang's heart was not only because he couldn't invite Zhang Zhong to help him solve those practical problems, but also because Zhang Zhong, a great poet, seemed to have nothing to do with their poetry world.

"I don't see the ancients in the past, and I don't see the coming ones in the future. I think about the long distance of the world, and I feel sad and weep."

The more he read this poem, the more he felt that its deep meaning was unpredictable.

And this word.

As Wang Meng's grandson, he has seen pigs run before eating pork, and he often sees pigs running, so he knows a little about calligraphy.

When appreciating cursive script, many people like to talk about "crazy", but from this calligraphy, Wang Kewang can't see madness, but what he sees are "stable" and "easy". Complementary to this poem.

Because of the stability, the injury is highlighted.

And because of the ease, the abyss of words and content is elusive.

After he got the words yesterday, he took good care of them, mounted them early this morning, and hung them in the study in the afternoon.

Originally hanging in this place was a copybook from the Qing Dynasty that he had previously collected, but in the end he decided to remove the calligraphy to make way for Zhang Zhong's poem.

In his study, this painting is enough.

Jingle Bell……

Wang Kewang was staring at Shi in a daze when his cell phone rang suddenly. He picked it up and saw that it was Zhang Zhong calling.

He smiled, this is probably a kind of fate, he was looking at Zhang Zhong's words, Zhang Zhong called.

"Hello, Zhang Zhong." After answering the phone, Wang Kewang said.

Zhang Zhong apologized on the other end of the phone, "Brother Wang, is he asleep? It's really abrupt to bother you at such a late hour."

Wang Kewang smiled and said, "No, I always go to bed late, is there anything you can do to contact me so late?"

"It's nothing important, I'm really embarrassed to ask, I just want to ask if you have a phone number for Huguang Yayuan, I want to reserve a box there for the next two days." Zhang Zhong said, he checked it online after he came back , but couldn't find it, so I could only call Wang Kewang to trouble him. Since Wang Kewang was able to book a box before, there should be contact information.

"Oh, it's simple, how about this, tell me the time, and I'll book it for you." Wang Kewang felt that he was familiar with Huguang Yayuan after all, so it must be easier for him to help book.

Zhang Zhong thought for a while and said, "Actually, I want to see if I can book a painting boat."

"Painting boat, I'm afraid this is a bit difficult."

"I know it must be a bit difficult, so I want to try to ask, and it doesn't have to be a boat." Zhang Zhong said.

Wang Kewang pondered for a moment, then said, "It's okay, how about it, let me book it for you, try to get you a painting boat, if it really doesn't work, I'll help you get an ordinary box."

"This... how embarrassing."

"Since we are friends, I should do this little favor. You just need to tell me the time."

"Then I will trouble you, Brother Wang. The time is the night after tomorrow."

"Okay, then I will give you an answer later. If there is no box, I will let you prepare early."

"Brother Wang has a heart."

"You're welcome. Hang up the phone first. I'll contact you later."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Kewang found Huguang Yayuan's phone number, and was about to dial it when he stopped again.

If you want to book a painting boat, I'm afraid it's impossible to call an ordinary member's phone number, you have to go directly to their boss.

Then he changed the phone and dialed out.

The phone was connected, and a hearty middle-aged man's voice sounded from the opposite side, "Editor Wang, you are calling now, what are your orders?"

"Mr. Li was joking. I have something I want to trouble you with. I wonder if the boat in Huguang Yayuan is free the day after tomorrow?"

The other party laughed, "Editor Wang wants to invite someone to dinner?"

"It's not me, a friend asked me to ask."

"Then who is Editor-in-Chief Wang's friend?"

Wang Kewang smiled and said, "President Li, has the boat been booked?"

Li Xuan was a little curious when he heard that Wang Kewang didn't want to reveal his friend's name, but since Wang Kewang called here specially, the identity of this friend must be unusual.

He thought for a while, and said, "It's also a coincidence. The day after tomorrow, I ordered the painting boat myself. Since it's editor Wang's friend who wants to use it, I'll let it out."

"How can I let Mr. Li give up his love?"

"You can use your own things at any time. Editor Wang's friend is my friend Li. How about this? I will keep the painting boat for your friend the day after tomorrow. When the time comes, just tell the front desk."

"Then thank you, Mr. Li."

"You're welcome. If you have time, Editor-in-Chief Wang will give you a face and have a meal together? I've asked you out several times, but unfortunately, I don't have time to catch up with you."

"Okay, next time I will go to the appointment no matter how busy I am."

After booking the box, Wang Kewang went to reply Zhang Zhong.

(End of this chapter)