Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 80 The head is too big
When I came out of Green Field Bookstore, it was already early five o'clock.

When they returned to Mengmu Xiaozhu, Pengpeng's class had already ended.

Because the next class will be after 07:30, Xu Yuhan is also free at this time and is playing with Peng Peng.

To be precise, she is not playing, but doing homework. She is helping Pengpeng make a small umbrella.

The one that Zhang Zhong made before was thrown aside, and it seemed that Xu Yuhan had no intention of repairing it at all.

"Mr. Zhang, in fact, this little umbrella is not difficult to make. I watched the instructional video given by Peng Peng's teacher. The operation is quite simple." Xu Yuhan said to Zhang Zhong while folding the paper.

Zhang Zhong smiled awkwardly, "I was a little tight when I came here, so the workmanship was rough."

"No, Dad, we've been doing it since the morning until noon." Pengpeng said innocently.

"Uh, cough cough, I'll sit next to you first, Teacher Xu has troubled you."

Xu Yuhan waved his hand, "It's okay, I also like doing handicrafts."

Zhang nodded, and immediately ran to the rest area. Just now, he was slapped twice in the face by his daughter, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Not long after the last get out of class ended, Peng Peng’s easel had not been collected yet, Zhang Zhong looked at the painting on it, and there was a little bear drawn, which looked a bit like one of the ones he had bought for Peng Peng before.

Next to the little bear was a bird-like animal, but it didn't look like a bird. Zhang Zhong couldn't figure out what it was after examining it for a long time.

If he couldn't figure it out, he simply stopped guessing, and Zhang Zhong paced lightly in the studio.

There is another painting on the wall, which is placed side by side with the first two paintings. The first two paintings are "Countryside" and "Sunset", and the last one is "Cooking Smoke"

"Countryside" is placed in the middle, "Sunset" is on the right, and "Cooking Smoke" is on the left.

Although there are no people in "Cooking Smoke", the three paintings complete the leap from scenery to people.

In a sense, when seeing cooking smoke, the first thing people think of is someone cooking.

This cryptic artistic technique reminded Zhang Chong of a story he had heard before about "an ancient temple hidden deep in the mountains".

No matter how looming temples are, they are not as good as a stone step deep into the forest.

After looking at the three paintings for a while, a line of poem emerged in Zhang Chong's mind: Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, and seeing Nanshan leisurely.

Then I remembered another poem: Planting beans at the foot of the South Mountain, the grass is full of bean sprouts.

Thinking of these two poems, Zhang Chong's thoughts had already started to drift to the fields, but then he couldn't help laughing out.

There is no way, because I heard a teacher give a lecture before, and it happened to talk about Tao Yuanming.

"Growing Beans at the foot of Nanshan Mountain, this poem was very solemn at the beginning, but then suddenly came a sentence, the grass is full of beans and the seedlings are thin, if I planted this ghost field, I would have quit. Do you think he doesn't care about farming? , He came back with a sentence of morning revival to clean up the filth, and bring the moon lotus back. I went out to hoe the field early in the morning, and came back at night, and I still planted this ghost field..."

Zhang Chong seemed to hear Mr. Dai's Hubei-like voice.

His laughter was not loud, but there was no one else in the studio, so Xu Yuhan noticed it. She glanced towards Zhang Zhong, saw Zhang Zhong standing in front of her picture, and suddenly had many different thoughts in her heart. .

But most of them are still puzzled. There is nothing in this group of paintings she drew that can make people laugh out loud.

Of course she would not have thought that Zhang Zhong was not laughing because of this painting, but because of the words of a humorous Chinese professor in another time and space.

After looking at the painting for a while, Zhang Zhong went back to the rest area to check his phone.

There was a lot of news in the class group, Zhang Zhong casually flipped through a few pages, and saw that someone was discussing the matter of coming to Jiangyang for a few days.

There were not many students who were going to come, and they could definitely be counted with two hands, but gradually, the team gradually grew, and the "welcome party" originally held for solemnity turned into a class reunion.

Zhang Chong didn't count in detail, but he also saw about twenty people who said they were going to attend the party.

However, everyone discussed for a long time without setting a time. There are too many people, and there will be more details. Everyone has their own timetable, and it is impossible for everyone to match.

This one says that there is time in the near future, and the other says that it will not be until the Chinese New Year.

Zhang Chong looked at it for a while, but didn't see any constructive resolutions, so he didn't look at it any more.

He boarded Weiyu again, instead of looking at the 99+ news in the upper right corner, he searched for the words "Jieyou Book Club" in the search bar.

Because Zhang Junwei mentioned this when he was at Green Field Bookstore before, saying that he would create an official Weibo of the book club for everyone to pay attention to.

When Zhang Zhong found this account, he was a little surprised that the account he had just created already had more than 500 fans.

There are only 24 members in their book club now.

But it's not difficult to understand, after all, other people in this book club will also help with publicity, and the total number of fans of these people may be more than 500.

After looking at the latest developments, it was as expected.

There is only one new news in Weiyu, which is about the establishment of the book club. There have been more than 100 retweets and more than 200 comments.

Most of the comments in the comment area were congratulations, and some people expressed their desire to join.

Zhang Junwei is very conscientious, and almost every comment in the comment area has his reply.

After Zhang Zhong finished reading, he followed this account.

After doing all this, it was getting late, and Xu Yuhan finally helped Pengpeng make a small umbrella.

Originally Zhang Zhong was still thinking, what Xu Yuhan said just now was easy, didn't it really take nearly two hours to make a small umbrella?

But when he walked to them and saw the umbrella, he was dumbfounded.

More than one umbrella.

One is the one that Pengpeng's teacher stipulated to make. It is made of red origami. Xu Yuhan helped to make this one with a high degree of completion, basically similar to the sample in the picture.

Zhang Zhong was not surprised by this. What really surprised Zhang Zhong was the larger paper umbrella next to the small red umbrella.

The umbrella surface of the little red umbrella is only half the size of a palm, but the umbrella surface of the paper umbrella next to it is as big as an ordinary dish, which is not an order of magnitude at all.

What's more, the colors on the paper umbrella are even more amazing. With the wrinkled umbrella surface, a picture of summer rain and lotus is painted on it. Feel.

"Father, Teacher Xu made me a big umbrella. I will use this umbrella when it rains in the future."

This umbrella can't be used in the rain...

But without Zhang Zhong’s reminder, Pengpeng held up an umbrella and tried it on his head, and then said disappointedly, “Pengpeng’s head is too big, the big paper umbrella can’t cover it.”

(End of this chapter)