Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 82

When Shen Jian pushed the book over, Zhang Zhong didn't back down, took the book with a smile, and opened the cover.

Zhang Zhong took out a ballpoint pen from his pocket, he likes to carry a pen with him.But I haven't had time to look for a pen that is handy. The last time I was in the green field, I didn't have any paper and pen with me, so I asked Zhang Junwei for it. In view of this, he brought a ballpoint pen to make do.

Shen Jian noticed the ballpoint pen in Zhang Zhong's hand, raised his eyebrows, didn't say anything, just quietly watched Zhang Zhong write a line on the title page.

After Zhang Chong finished writing a line, he signed his name on the back. He wrote his real name. If this book is read by others, his real name will probably be exposed.

After Zhang Chong finished writing, Shen Jian couldn't wait to take the book and looked at the line of words on it.

"Life is a tragedy from a close view, but a comedy from a distance. To my friend Mr. Shen Jian——Zhang Zhong."

Shen Jian thought about it carefully in his mind, but he couldn't find the shadow of this sentence. Did Zhang Zhong write it specially for him?

Life is a tragedy when seen close up, but a comedy when seen far away.

After carefully chewing this sentence, Shen Jian felt a little bit, people, it's always like this, others are always good in every way, but to me, it's a mess.

He is engaged in comedy creation, of course he knows that there is a tragedy hidden behind most classic comedies.

"Is this sentence written for me?" Shen Jian asked a little excitedly.

This is from Chaplin, but unfortunately, there is no Chaplin in this world, so Zhang nodded emphatically.

Seeing Zhang's head nodding, Shen Jian became even more excited, and said again and again, "Thank you, thank you."

In fact, Zhang Zhong originally wanted to say another sentence to Shen Jian: My heart is like two faces, both pure white and shadows. I can choose to let you see it, or I can insist on not letting you see it. The world is like a huge world. The circus, it makes you excited, but makes me terrified, because I know that after the show is over, there will always be infinite tenderness and infinite sadness.

But considering that this sentence was too long and too tiring to write, Zhang Zhong didn't write it.

Zhang Chong especially likes the last eight characters: limited tenderness, infinite sadness.

There is loneliness behind the glory, and sadness behind the comedy. For Shen Jian, this sentence should make him feel the same.

……

The two of them sat in the Jiujiu Cafe for a while. After drinking the tea and eating the glutinous rice cakes, Zhang Zhongzhong went to pick up Pengpeng. Shen Jian was not an idler, so he was ready to leave at the door.

But when the two parted at the door, Shen Jian suddenly lowered his head and said, "Mr. Zhang, you go first."

Zhang Zhong was stunned for a moment and didn't know what was going on, but seeing Shen Jian like this, he naturally knew that there must be something unexpected, so he asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"Your direction at two o'clock... don't turn your head, there is a man with a schoolbag over there, he should be a reporter."

Zhang Chong pretended to glance over there casually, and indeed saw a young man with a schoolbag on his back. The young man seemed to be waiting for someone. It looked nothing suspicious, but if you looked carefully, you would feel something was wrong.

Although it is November, the weather today is not cold, and even a little hot, but the young man is tightly wrapped up, and the clothes seem to be bulging a lot, and there may be a camera or something hidden in it.

Zhang Zhong frowned. He was also followed by reporters. These people were like sticky plasters and couldn't be shaken off.

But the current situation didn't matter to him, because obviously, the opponent's target was Shen Jian.

In the spirit of being a dead friend and not a poor one, Zhang Zhong smiled at Shen Jian, "Since you have friends, I'll go first."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Zhong swaggered away with his hands behind his back.

However, he kept an eye out and didn't go in the direction of his home. Instead, he walked around the nearby neighborhoods and made sure no one was following him before returning home.

Although he knew that it was impossible for the reporter to follow him, he was not afraid of [-], just in case, and sailed with care.

If his identity is exposed, he can still bear it, but if he even reveals his home address, it will be uncomfortable.

His first thought was that this would affect Peng Peng's life.

Although he Zeng Jin does not often appear in the public eye, he does not lack the patronage of the spotlight. He is used to it, but neither can Pengpeng, nor can his parents. They must have their own comfortable life, and this comfortable life , he must try his best to protect it.

A while after returning home, he also called Shen Jian and asked him if he had dumped the reporter.

Shen Jian said with a smile on the other end of the phone, "I got rid of it, this is a badass, you can't find me after two rounds, just now I drove past him to say hello to him, haha."

"You're a little too crazy."

"It's because they deceive people too much."

"Okay, as long as it's okay, hang up first."

Zhang Chong is not worried about his identity being exposed. After all, he just drank tea with Shen Jian, and what the reporter captured was probably the scene of them saying a few words at the door. If he can know his identity through this , Zhang Zhong can only say that he is willing to bow down.

……

"Bubble Superman, fly high, have great strength, beat bad guys with just one punch..."

Li Tianyi cut an orange in his hand, squinted at his husband, and couldn't help rolling his eyes.

As long as Zhang Junwei is happy, he will sing this song "Bubble Man" all the time.

And from this morning until now, Zhang Junwei's singing has never stopped.

Of course Li Tianyi knew what Zhang Junwei was happy about. Didn't he set up a book club yesterday, and he became the president, and what made him most happy was that the account of the "Jieyou Book Club" he created yesterday was actually taken by Zhang Junwei. The sign was turned over again.

There are many people who follow this account, but the account "Writer Zhang Qianli" is particularly prominent in the list because it is a big V.

It never occurred to Zhang Junwei that Zhang Zhong knew about an account they had just created.

For Zhang Junwei, the attention of "writer Zhang Qianli" is like a special kind of affirmation, as if it is a stamp for their book club. Zhang Junwei is very confident in their book club now.

"Tong Can called just now and said that our nameplate will be ready tomorrow. Do you think I should ask them to come and pick it up tomorrow, or on the weekend? They should go to work on Tuesday..."

"Tell them that it will be fine tomorrow. Whoever has time can come and get it. If they don't have time, let them come over on weekends."

"I want to let them get together when they get the nameplate..."

"Don't think about it. How long have you been making this cup of grapefruit Yakult? If you haven't done it yet, the ice will be melted soon."

Li Tianyi said angrily, Zhang Junwei shrank his neck and started to work quickly.

(End of this chapter)