Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 668 I'm a Girl

"Look at the dean's comments about the Rosicrucian Society. It seems that he knows the Rosicrucian Society very well." Wang Jin pointed to the commentary at the back of the report.

Feng Zai nodded and said, "Yes, otherwise, could the dean write "The Da Vinci Code"? And don't forget, the reason why we want to study this Rosicrucian is because the dean talked to us during the class before. the Rosicrucian Manifesto."

"If I knew it, I would have asked the dean beforehand, so we don't need to check many things by ourselves," Yu Bi said.

Lao Qin shook his head, "I think it's better for us to study on our own. We can't rely on the dean for everything. Alright, since the dean has said so, let's try writing another one."

……

"Dad, the teacher asked us to write a diary."

In the evening, as soon as Pengpeng got home, he yelled at Zhang Zhong to write a diary.

Zhang Zhong was a little puzzled, "Your teacher asked you to write it yourself?"

"En!" Pengpeng nodded heavily.

Seeing Pengpeng nodding, Zhang Zhong was a little puzzled. She is only in the second grade, is she going to write a diary?
Zhang Zhong remembers that when he was a child, the teacher asked them to write diaries when the third grade was about to finish. It was also during the final exam of the third grade. There was an extra composition question in the Chinese test paper, and the required number of words was at least 150 words.

He remembers it clearly because it was the first time he wrote a composition.

At that time, he actually didn't know many words. Even if he could say a lot of things, he couldn't write them. Many words were replaced by pinyin.

Although the teaching level is not the same as before, it is not so early.

For this reason, Zhang Zhong went to ask Peng Peng's head teacher.

The teacher in charge told him that there was indeed such a thing, but the requirements for the diary were not high. Now that he is just in the second grade, he only needs to write one sentence a day.

After receiving the response from the head teacher, Zhang Zhong also knew the general situation, so he said to Pengpeng, "Can you complete the task assigned to you by the teacher yourself?"

Pengpeng said confidently, "Yes."

"Okay, go ahead and write it, and show it to Dad when you're done."

"Yeah." Pengpeng went to his own room with the notebook, but turned back halfway there, and asked Zhang Zhong, "Dad, the teacher said that you are the best writer in the world, is this true? "

Zhang Zhong shook his head, "Dad is not the best composition writer in the world, and there is no one who can write the best composition in this world. The so-called composition is just a way to express one's thoughts, just like speaking. Everyone The things expressed are different, and the ways of expressing them are also different.”

"Did the teacher lie to me?" Pengpeng asked.

"The teacher is not lying to you, she is also expressing her feelings. Just like you sometimes say that grandma is the best grandma in the world, because grandma is the best grandma in your heart, but this does not mean other grandmas That's not a good grandma."

"Oh, I see, is it because the teacher likes your composition?"

Zhang nodded, "That's right, go write a diary and write what you want, just like you usually draw."

"Well, I know."

……

An hour later, while Pengpeng was still sitting at the desk scratching his head, Zhang Zhong walked over and asked, "How is your writing going?"

Pengpeng turned his head and said with a wrinkled face, "Dad, it's so difficult to write a diary."

"Can I see your diary?" Zhang Zhong asked.

Pengpeng nodded, "Okay, Dad, let's see."

Zhang Chong stretched out his head to look, and there was a line written in the notebook—and pinyin.

He tried to read: "Looking for today..."

"This is me, Dad, don't you even know this word?"

Before Zhang Zhong read a few words, Peng Peng corrected him.

Hearing his daughter's words, he took a closer look, and indeed he didn't see a scribble on it. Isn't this just looking for...

"What about you?"

"What a swipe?"

"It's just that there is an apostrophe on it, and my word has an apostrophe on it." He also opened the dictionary and pointed to my word and said, "Look, is this the same as what you wrote?"

Seeing the words in the dictionary, Peng Peng patted his forehead, "Oh, that's right, then I'll add it."

After she finished speaking, she stretched out her hand and added a scribble on the search word, which became a word for me.In fact, it was not looking for characters originally, because the characters for finding characters and my characters are different except for one stroke, and the horizontal line in the middle is also different.

"That's right, write my words ten times later." Zhang Zhong said.

"Oh—" Peng Peng reluctantly agreed.

Zhang Chong ignored her and continued to read the diary: "I am... zai... I can't write in words today, can I? I will find it for you and write it ten times in a while."

"Okay, I would have looked it up in the dictionary if I had known." Pengpeng pouted.

"That's right, since you can't write well, why don't you look it up in a dictionary? Gentlemen are born differently, good and false are like things, and you don't know how to use a ready-made dictionary. Who is to blame?"

"Dad, what do you mean by that sentence?"

"It means that the aptitude of a gentleman is no different from that of ordinary people, it's just that a gentleman is good at using external things. Do you understand?"

"If you understand it, you understand it, but I'm not a gentleman, I'm a girl."

"I'm still a boy." Zhang Chong gritted his molars and said.

"Isn't it?" Peng Peng opened his eyes wide and asked in confusion.

Zhang Zhong rolled his eyes and said, "Write the word gentleman ten times in a while."

……

On September [-], the French Ministry of Culture contacted Zhang Zhong, expressing their hope that Zhang Zhong could be awarded the French Order of Arts and Letters, and asked for his opinion.

This French Knight of Arts and Letters is nothing special. Many people in China have won it, and among them, there are more people in the film and television industry who have won this medal, and the number of writers is smaller.

And in fact, there are officer honors and commander honors above the honors.

For Zhang Zhong, this medal is no big deal.

Moreover, the awarding ceremony of the medal had to be held at the embassy in Shanghai, and he had to make a special trip for it, which always felt a bit troublesome.

However, the other party said that the time of the conferring ceremony can be chosen by Zhang Zhong at will, as long as it is within this year, any day is fine, just tell the embassy in advance.

That being the case, Zhang Zhong did not refuse and agreed to this matter.

As for the conferring ceremony, he didn't have time recently, so he had to wait until he was busy with this part. If he had to go to Shanghai for something, it would be best to complete the conferring ceremony by the way.

In fact, Zhang Zhong has rejected many awards in the past two years, and they are all less popular awards.

However, if a certain award does not require someone to accept the award, he will not refuse it directly, and ask someone to collect it on his behalf, or just send the trophy or something directly.

If he goes to receive every award, he may not be able to rest 360 days a year, either in the process of receiving the award or on the way to receive the award.

Not only literary awards, but also awards in the film and television industry. Wen Jinjiang helped him get the best screenplay award for "Ten Little Indian Boys" at the last Academy Awards. The trophy is still with Wen Jinjiang. Haven't picked it up yet.

　I wish everyone a happy Lantern Festival in advance. Our side celebrates the festival in the morning. Is there any difference?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)