NOVEL WEB Grandpa's great writer
Chapter 33
Chapter 33
In addition to guessing cocklebur, there are also a group of people who think that the "fifth grade vegetable" is actually Zhuang Yu's vest.
Like cocklebur, Zhuang Yu likes wearing vests very much. Since Zhuang Yu published his first book "Whispers in the Wind" 30 years ago, some masters have counted out his nine vests.
However, cocklebur is a little different from Zhuang Yu. Zhuang Yu is a traditional writer, and the themes of his works are generally serious. Except for the first "Whispers in the Wind", all other books are traditional literature.
And Cocklebur is an extremely prolific writer of popular novels, he writes everything, including martial arts, fantasy, science fiction, fantasy, suspense, reasoning, everything.
So it seems that the "fifth grade vegetative person" is more likely to be cocklebur.
As soon as such speculation came out, many people went to the Weiyu of the two writers to ask them.
Weiyu is a social software commonly used in China in this world, similar to Weibo on Earth.
Xanthium's whispers made the pot explode, and the latest developments below are all about asking him about the "fifth grade vegetative state".
In fact, most people don't think that the "fifth grade vegetative person" is Yu Dongyu's trumpet, but everyone likes to join in the fun, and watching the fun is not a big deal, so they drop by to say a few words.
Yu Dongyu is not very old, just under 40 years old. He is very entertaining. When he saw the big team running to him and asked him about the "fifth grade vegetative person", he also sent a post: I estimated, " The fifth-grade vegetable person" is about 60.00% likely to be me, about 30.00% likely to be Mr. Zhuang Yu, and the remaining [-]% is someone else.
Is this equivalent to admitting in disguise?
But anyone who knows Yu Dongyu knows that he was joking, and since he posted this post, there is a high probability that this "fifth grade vegetable" is not him.
……
Zhang Zhong hadn't read the relevant comments on the Internet, but when he took some time off after lunch, he looked at his backstage, and the manuscript fee had risen a lot, and it was almost [-].
It only took half a day, and the traffic brought by the physical journal was so obvious.
Of course, he also noticed two names popping up in the comment area - Yu Dongyu and Zhuang Yu.
Of course the two Zhang Zhongs know each other, so there is no need to mention Zhuang Yu. Zhuang Yu, who is in his 50s, has basically won all the more important domestic literary awards except for the Nobel Prize for Literature. It has been several years since he ran for the Nobel Prize, but it is not him in the end every year, and many people feel sorry for him.
Yu Dongyu, the little Xanthium, is the best-selling young writer.
Basically, as long as he has a new book every year, he must be at the top of the bestseller list in China that year.
One is a best-selling ace, and the other is a literary master. These two frequently appear in his book review section, which makes Zhang Zhong very strange.
After reading some comments, he finally figured out what was going on. It turned out that someone guessed that he was the trumpet of the two of them.
Zhang Chong smiled, he never thought that such a thing would happen.
In fact, Fang Xingkai asked him before if he wanted to change his pen name to his own, but at the time Zhang Zhong felt that it was not necessary, so he rejected the proposal, and Fang Xingkai didn't say anything, so the pen name "fifth grade vegetative" stayed up.
It is normal for literati to use pen names.
Not just ordinary popular novel writers, those literary masters also have various pen names.
"Dad, what are you doing?"
Zhang Zhong was browsing the comments when Zhang Pengpeng ran over suddenly, because Zhang Zhong carried her to bed for a nap just now, so she only wore a pair of shorts and a vest.
As soon as she came over, she lay on Zhang Zhong's lap, clinging to her father like a pendant.
Zhang Zhong touched her little head, "Didn't you go to take a nap? Why are you here again?"
"Dad, I can't sleep, I slept too much in the morning."
"Who told you to sleep for so long in the morning?"
After Zhang Zhong came back with his daughter in the morning, the little guy lay down on the bed and slept in the cage as soon as he came back. He slept for three or four hours, and she didn't get up until almost noon.
It's all right now, and I can't sleep in the afternoon nap.
Zhang Zhong closed the computer, held his daughter in his arms, and asked, "Then what do you want to do?"
Pengpeng rested his chin with his chubby hands, thought for a long time, and said, "I want to play with Aunt Yan?"
Zhang Zhong raised his eyebrows, "Why do you suddenly want to play with Aunt Yan?"
"Because I like Aunt Yan." Peng Peng said innocently.
Zhang nodded emphatically. It is natural for Peng Peng to like Li Yan. After all, he just sent her a big plane. This little guy is especially easy to be bribed.
"Okay, but Dad needs to make a phone call first."
He wanted to call to see if Li Yan and the others were at home, but he didn't have Li Yan's phone number, so he could only call Wu Aiying. After learning that Li Yan was at home, he rushed over with Peng Peng.
Halfway on the way, Peng Peng, who was being hugged in his arms, suddenly licked his little tongue and said, "Aunt Yan probably hasn't finished eating her chocolate."
The corner of Zhang Zhong's mouth twitched. It turned out that the little guy didn't miss Aunt Yan, but chocolate.
Daughter, what do we want to eat, can't Dad take you to buy it?What's the face of your dad by running over to eat like this.
But Zhang Zhong knew that it was useless to tell Pengpeng, so he had to take her over to rub chocolate.
When they arrived at Aunt Wu's house, Li Yan was already waiting at the door. The father and daughter passed by, and Li Yan took Pengpeng with open arms.
"Pengpeng, I bought a lot of candy recently, I can't finish it all by myself, you have to help me eat."
Pengpeng nodded seriously, "Don't worry, Aunt Yan, I will definitely help you. Grandma said that we should be happy to help others!"
This idiom is actually used very clearly... Zhang Zhong scratched his head and stood at the door looking at Li Yan who was carrying Pengpeng into the back room, a little embarrassed.
When Li Yan walked to the door, she turned her head and said, "You don't need to greet me when you get here. If you want to drink tea, go to the kitchen to make it yourself. If you want to drink, there is something in the refrigerator."
"Aunt Yan, Pengpeng also wants to drink." Pengpeng said while hugging Li Yan's neck.
"mu—ah!" Li Yan kissed Peng Peng's small face, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, there are in the house."
"I want to drink ice."
"Okay, I'll get it for you later."
"Uh-huh!"
Zhang Zhong could clearly see that Pengpeng was smiling so hard that his little mouth couldn't close, and his eyes were like two crescent moons.
As long as this girl is with Li Yan, she becomes wild.
Aunt Wu seemed to be out on errands, and she was not at home at the moment. Zhang Zhong felt that it was convenient for him to go to Li Yan's boudoir, so he sat down on the sofa in the living room.
Although it has been five years, the overall layout of Aunt Wu's house has not changed. Leaning on the sofa, he can still recall the scenes of that year in his mind.
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ps: I see that some book friends asked about the update. I don’t feel much about it. If anyone sees this, they can talk about their opinions on the update time. If there are two chapters a day, when do you think it is better to update?I will take everyone's opinions into consideration.
In addition, this book will be recommended on tomorrow, I hope everyone can vote a lot, if you have read it outside the site, you can also come and bookmark it, thank you.
(End of this chapter)
In addition to guessing cocklebur, there are also a group of people who think that the "fifth grade vegetable" is actually Zhuang Yu's vest.
Like cocklebur, Zhuang Yu likes wearing vests very much. Since Zhuang Yu published his first book "Whispers in the Wind" 30 years ago, some masters have counted out his nine vests.
However, cocklebur is a little different from Zhuang Yu. Zhuang Yu is a traditional writer, and the themes of his works are generally serious. Except for the first "Whispers in the Wind", all other books are traditional literature.
And Cocklebur is an extremely prolific writer of popular novels, he writes everything, including martial arts, fantasy, science fiction, fantasy, suspense, reasoning, everything.
So it seems that the "fifth grade vegetative person" is more likely to be cocklebur.
As soon as such speculation came out, many people went to the Weiyu of the two writers to ask them.
Weiyu is a social software commonly used in China in this world, similar to Weibo on Earth.
Xanthium's whispers made the pot explode, and the latest developments below are all about asking him about the "fifth grade vegetative state".
In fact, most people don't think that the "fifth grade vegetative person" is Yu Dongyu's trumpet, but everyone likes to join in the fun, and watching the fun is not a big deal, so they drop by to say a few words.
Yu Dongyu is not very old, just under 40 years old. He is very entertaining. When he saw the big team running to him and asked him about the "fifth grade vegetative person", he also sent a post: I estimated, " The fifth-grade vegetable person" is about 60.00% likely to be me, about 30.00% likely to be Mr. Zhuang Yu, and the remaining [-]% is someone else.
Is this equivalent to admitting in disguise?
But anyone who knows Yu Dongyu knows that he was joking, and since he posted this post, there is a high probability that this "fifth grade vegetable" is not him.
……
Zhang Zhong hadn't read the relevant comments on the Internet, but when he took some time off after lunch, he looked at his backstage, and the manuscript fee had risen a lot, and it was almost [-].
It only took half a day, and the traffic brought by the physical journal was so obvious.
Of course, he also noticed two names popping up in the comment area - Yu Dongyu and Zhuang Yu.
Of course the two Zhang Zhongs know each other, so there is no need to mention Zhuang Yu. Zhuang Yu, who is in his 50s, has basically won all the more important domestic literary awards except for the Nobel Prize for Literature. It has been several years since he ran for the Nobel Prize, but it is not him in the end every year, and many people feel sorry for him.
Yu Dongyu, the little Xanthium, is the best-selling young writer.
Basically, as long as he has a new book every year, he must be at the top of the bestseller list in China that year.
One is a best-selling ace, and the other is a literary master. These two frequently appear in his book review section, which makes Zhang Zhong very strange.
After reading some comments, he finally figured out what was going on. It turned out that someone guessed that he was the trumpet of the two of them.
Zhang Chong smiled, he never thought that such a thing would happen.
In fact, Fang Xingkai asked him before if he wanted to change his pen name to his own, but at the time Zhang Zhong felt that it was not necessary, so he rejected the proposal, and Fang Xingkai didn't say anything, so the pen name "fifth grade vegetative" stayed up.
It is normal for literati to use pen names.
Not just ordinary popular novel writers, those literary masters also have various pen names.
"Dad, what are you doing?"
Zhang Zhong was browsing the comments when Zhang Pengpeng ran over suddenly, because Zhang Zhong carried her to bed for a nap just now, so she only wore a pair of shorts and a vest.
As soon as she came over, she lay on Zhang Zhong's lap, clinging to her father like a pendant.
Zhang Zhong touched her little head, "Didn't you go to take a nap? Why are you here again?"
"Dad, I can't sleep, I slept too much in the morning."
"Who told you to sleep for so long in the morning?"
After Zhang Zhong came back with his daughter in the morning, the little guy lay down on the bed and slept in the cage as soon as he came back. He slept for three or four hours, and she didn't get up until almost noon.
It's all right now, and I can't sleep in the afternoon nap.
Zhang Zhong closed the computer, held his daughter in his arms, and asked, "Then what do you want to do?"
Pengpeng rested his chin with his chubby hands, thought for a long time, and said, "I want to play with Aunt Yan?"
Zhang Zhong raised his eyebrows, "Why do you suddenly want to play with Aunt Yan?"
"Because I like Aunt Yan." Peng Peng said innocently.
Zhang nodded emphatically. It is natural for Peng Peng to like Li Yan. After all, he just sent her a big plane. This little guy is especially easy to be bribed.
"Okay, but Dad needs to make a phone call first."
He wanted to call to see if Li Yan and the others were at home, but he didn't have Li Yan's phone number, so he could only call Wu Aiying. After learning that Li Yan was at home, he rushed over with Peng Peng.
Halfway on the way, Peng Peng, who was being hugged in his arms, suddenly licked his little tongue and said, "Aunt Yan probably hasn't finished eating her chocolate."
The corner of Zhang Zhong's mouth twitched. It turned out that the little guy didn't miss Aunt Yan, but chocolate.
Daughter, what do we want to eat, can't Dad take you to buy it?What's the face of your dad by running over to eat like this.
But Zhang Zhong knew that it was useless to tell Pengpeng, so he had to take her over to rub chocolate.
When they arrived at Aunt Wu's house, Li Yan was already waiting at the door. The father and daughter passed by, and Li Yan took Pengpeng with open arms.
"Pengpeng, I bought a lot of candy recently, I can't finish it all by myself, you have to help me eat."
Pengpeng nodded seriously, "Don't worry, Aunt Yan, I will definitely help you. Grandma said that we should be happy to help others!"
This idiom is actually used very clearly... Zhang Zhong scratched his head and stood at the door looking at Li Yan who was carrying Pengpeng into the back room, a little embarrassed.
When Li Yan walked to the door, she turned her head and said, "You don't need to greet me when you get here. If you want to drink tea, go to the kitchen to make it yourself. If you want to drink, there is something in the refrigerator."
"Aunt Yan, Pengpeng also wants to drink." Pengpeng said while hugging Li Yan's neck.
"mu—ah!" Li Yan kissed Peng Peng's small face, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, there are in the house."
"I want to drink ice."
"Okay, I'll get it for you later."
"Uh-huh!"
Zhang Zhong could clearly see that Pengpeng was smiling so hard that his little mouth couldn't close, and his eyes were like two crescent moons.
As long as this girl is with Li Yan, she becomes wild.
Aunt Wu seemed to be out on errands, and she was not at home at the moment. Zhang Zhong felt that it was convenient for him to go to Li Yan's boudoir, so he sat down on the sofa in the living room.
Although it has been five years, the overall layout of Aunt Wu's house has not changed. Leaning on the sofa, he can still recall the scenes of that year in his mind.
--------------------Dividing line----------
ps: I see that some book friends asked about the update. I don’t feel much about it. If anyone sees this, they can talk about their opinions on the update time. If there are two chapters a day, when do you think it is better to update?I will take everyone's opinions into consideration.
In addition, this book will be recommended on tomorrow, I hope everyone can vote a lot, if you have read it outside the site, you can also come and bookmark it, thank you.
(End of this chapter)
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