Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 1010 A Novel

"Some people kiss only shadows, and thus have only phantoms of happiness."

Zhang Zhong suddenly remembered this sentence from Shakespeare, and he felt that this sentence fit inexplicably with this book.

It takes a lot of time to type out 18 characters, and Zhang Zhong is not in a hurry to transcribe all of it, and stops after making tens of thousands of characters every day.

After completing the basic tasks this morning, I had a meal with my family at noon, and started to build a science fiction world in the afternoon.

After a few video conferences, plus the careful study of Linde's works during this period, he now has some general ideas in his mind, and he should write these things out.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, he went to Shizhong College and exchanged information about the school magazine with Liang Yanqiu. Yang Xiao handed in their homework, and Zhang Zhong also read it.

Although Yang Xiao and the others acted reluctantly at the time, the tasks were all completed beautifully.

What surprised Zhang Chong the most was the work of Liu Huamin, the Director of Admissions, whose contribution this time was related to history.

From the perspective of a bystander, Liu Huamin told a historical story of the Zhengde period of the Ming Dynasty. The writing is very interesting and readable.

Zhang Zhong took Liu Huamin's manuscript to the Admissions Office.

There are relatively few organizational structures in the school, and everyone works on the first floor, not far away.

When Zhang Zhong arrived at the Admissions Office, there was only one young girl answering the phone in the office. Seeing Zhang Zhong coming, she stood up reflexively from her seat.

She was still holding the microphone in her hand, and wanted to say hello to Zhang Zhong, but she was afraid of affecting the people who came to consult.

Zhang Zhong waved to her, signaling her to sit down.

The girl sat down with the microphone and listened to the consultation on the other end of the phone, but her eyes never left Zhang Zhong.

Zhang Zhong took a look around the office, but couldn't find Liu Huamin, so he called Liu Huamin.

Liu Huamin was looking for technicians from the network department to talk about publicity, when he received a call from Zhang Zhong, he hurried back to the office.

"Principal, are you looking for me?" Liu Huamin was a little chubby, and ran over in a hurry, out of breath.

"I'm not in a hurry. What are you doing in such a hurry? Sit down, rest, drink some water, and then I'll tell you what I need from you," Zhang Zhong said.

Liu Huamin didn't know what the principal was looking for him for, and he couldn't let it go, but since Zhang Zhong gave the order, he could only sit down, pour himself a glass of water, and pour Zhang Zhong another glass of water.

After his breathing stabilized, Liu Huamin asked again, "Principal, what do you want from me?"

Zhang Zhong didn't say anything, but looked around the entire admissions office again.

The office of the admissions office is not small, covering two hundred square meters, but there is only one hall, and everyone works in this hall. As the director of the admissions office, Liu Huamin does not have an independent office.

"The current admissions office's conditions are still a bit crude." Zhang Zhong said.

Liu Huamin smiled and shook his head, "It's not shabby, it's not shabby. We don't have many people in the Admissions Office, and it's already very spacious with such a big office."

Zhang Zhong didn't continue talking about this topic, but asked a completely irrelevant question, "Hua Min, what kind of books do you usually read?"

"I usually..." This question was a bit sudden, and Liu Huamin didn't know how to answer it for a moment.

After thinking for a while, he said, "I usually read a lot of philosophy and history books, and your works, I usually read them too."

Zhang Zhong glanced at the "Compendium of Chinese History" on Liu Huamin's desk. Liu Huamin's desk was basically full of various materials, except for this "extracurricular reading".

The rough edge at the corner of the book shows how much it is favored, and it can be seen that Liu Huamin should often read this book.

Zhang Zhong raised the manuscript in his hand, "This is the manuscript you gave to Mr. Liang, I read it."

Hearing that the manuscript in Zhang Zhong's hand was from him, Liu Huamin felt a little embarrassed. A middle-aged man who was five-year-old and three-year-old turned into a shy boy.

"I'm really not good at writing. I'll make you laugh, principal." Liu Huamin said.

Zhang Zhong shook his head, "I think you are too modest. This manuscript is very well written. The writing style is simple and plain, the language is humorous, and the profound historical knowledge is revealed between the lines. Since the writing is so good, why haven't I seen you publish it before?" Have you ever read an article?"

Liu Huamin was embarrassed by the praise, "Don't make fun of me. I have read the works of several other teachers. I feel ashamed after reading them. Compared with them, I am too vernacular."

"Don't be ashamed of yourself. In my opinion, your work is better than the manuscripts they submitted this time. I think your story should have a continuation. I suggest that you also make up the rest of the story. Ask Mr. Liang to make you a section on the world of history. This section is exclusively for you." Zhang Zhong said.

"Here……"

"Listen to me, keep writing, I still hope to see the follow-up. Well... Of course, writing is writing, and the recruitment work cannot be left behind for the time being. I believe you can coordinate well."

"Don't worry, I won't take up working time."

Zhang nodded his head and stood up, "Okay, I'm here this time and I have nothing else to do, just take it as if I'm here to remind you."

……

Coming out of the admissions office, Zhang Zhong didn't go back to his office, but went downstairs and walked along the main road of Shizhong College to Jiangyang University.

Because the infrastructure of Shizhong College is not perfect, the extracurricular activities of college students are basically at Jiangyang University.

Liu Huamin is talented in writing. Although he doesn't have much research on literature, the things he writes have a charm that people like to read.

This is the ability to tell a story.

Zhang Chong didn't want Liu Huamin to bury such a good talent of his own, so he came here specially to encourage him to continue writing.

After walking around the school for a while, he went home, and when he got home, Peng Peng and Xu Yuhan were both there.

The two were sitting on the sofa, holding a notebook and discussing something, which was quite lively.

Seeing Zhang Chong come back, Xu Yuhan smiled and waved to him, "Come on, let's see your daughter's masterpiece."

"Master?" Zhang Zhong walked over with a question mark on his face, "What master?"

"This." Xu Yuhan handed the book in his hand to Zhang Zhong, "A novel."

Zhang Zhong took the notebook, and before he opened it, he saw Peng Peng holding his head up and looking at him expectantly, with an expression of "please praise me".

It seems that she is very satisfied with her work.

This is the first time Pengpeng has written a "novel", and Zhang Zhong is also full of curiosity about the content.

(End of this chapter)