MTL - Low Key Star-Chapter 26 【026】worship

  Chapter 26 [026] Worship

The old man was silent, and no one else spoke. After a while, the old man picked up the wine glass and drank the remaining half of the glass. After putting it down, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Well said, well said .”

   rushed to Zhang Shoudao again: "Pour some more."

  Zhang Shouxin looked embarrassed, turned his head to look at his second brother, Zhang Shouyi hesitated and said, "Dad, you..."

  The old man put a piece of stewed beef into his mouth, and said vaguely: "I told you to pour it, I am happy today, make an exception, and your mother will not blame me."

Zhang Shouyi glanced at his daughter-in-law as if asking for help, Fang Qianxue smiled and said, "You have to make an exception if mom allows you to make an exception. If we don't hear mom's promise, we can only follow her order of one glass of wine a day. You just make an exception and apply for it." Didn't get passed by her old man, does Xiaoyu have cold boiled water? Pour half a glass for your grandpa."

  Zhang Yu responded, and was about to get up to pour water. The old man waved his hand quickly: "No, no, I will advance the advance, and advance the payment for tomorrow. I will drink more today and drink less tomorrow. Is that okay?"

  Fang Qianxue couldn't persuade her anymore, so she had to look helplessly at Zhang Shouyi and the two brothers. Then Zhang Shouxin picked up the wine bottle again and poured a layer of wine into the old man's glass.

  The old man said again: "Pour some for Zhang Yang, and have a drink with me."

  Both Zhang Shouyi and Zhang Shouyi looked at Fang Qianxue at the same time, but Fang Qianxue did not refuse directly as expected, but looked at Zhang Yang: "Did the doctor tell you not to drink alcohol?"

  Zhang Yang thought for a moment, shook his head, Fang Qianxue said: "Then have a drink with your grandfather, but not as an example, you are not allowed to drink secretly."

   "It's not something delicious, why should I drink it secretly?"

Zhang Yang drank the juice in his glass and handed it to his uncle. Fang Qianxue said again: "Dad, this wine is for you, and it can be regarded as your advance payment. Xiaoyu, you should watch at home and look at these two glasses. How much wine is there, and tomorrow you have to ask your grandpa to drink less."

  Zhang Yu asked stupidly: "Are you leaving today?"

  Wang Yaqin laughed angrily, and scolded: "I'm so stupid, this is for your grandpa, do you really want you to supervise?"

  Zhang Yu let out an aggrieved "Oh".

  The old man said to Zhang Shouxin: "Less, less, pour less for him, just think about it."

  The room was filled with laughter.

Zhang Yang had never drank wine before, so Zhang Shouxin naturally didn't dare to pour much for him. He just poured a little into the glass, which slightly covered the ground. He handed the wine glass to Zhang Yang, and held up the glass himself and said: " Come, come, let's respect our family's talents together."

Zhang Yang clinked glasses with the old man, uncle and old man first, Zhang Yu and Zhang Wei also held up drinks to join in the fun, he didn't dare to provoke his mother, so he swallowed the bit of white wine in the glass, the spicy alcohol went straight up Chong, quickly pick up the vegetables and swallow, slightly suppressed, already felt a little hot on the face.

  Although he didn't like alcohol in his previous life, it's not like he didn't drink it. But alcohol depends on the body, and it doesn't mean that you can be immune if you drink alcohol in your memory.

  After lunch, the old man continued to read, while Zhang Yang and Zhang Wei followed their parents to visit grandma's grave.

  A family of four walked into the depths of the orchard. Several peach trees surrounded the two graves, and there were stone tablets standing on them. Looking at the slightly newer stone tablet, it was written: Tomb of beloved wife Luo Qing.

  The slightly old stone tablet next to it is: the tomb of Zi Zhang Shouren.

The words are all written by the old man himself. When the uncle Zhang Shouren passed away, Zhang Yang was still young, and his memory was a little fuzzy, but later I heard my uncle talk about it after being drunk. Back then, the old man wanted to engrave seven characters on the eldest son tablet, and he was always filial and humble. Even Zhang Shouyi, who was a little weak, had a big fight with the old man. If it wasn't for Fang Qianxue and his grandmother who hadn't passed away at the time, the father and son would have almost fallen out. Zi Zhang Shouren's tomb" six characters.

   This made Zhang Yang very curious about what happened to his uncle back then, especially the cause of his death, but he never knew the truth in both lifetimes.

  Zhang Yang and Zhang Wei first knelt and kowtowed in front of grandma's curtain with their parents, and then came to the uncle's tomb, still knelt and kowtowed.

Zhang Wei kowtowed three times as he did in front of his grandma’s grave. After completing the task, he stood up and patted the dirt on his knees. He never thought it was strange, because it was like this every time he came to worship since he could remember, and his brother Kowtow three times like her.

   Zhang Yang also kowtowed three times like her, but he didn't get up immediately. He knelt silently for a while, then glanced at Zhang Wei, sighed, and stood up.

  Backing back to the arbor, the old man was still reading. He didn’t finish the first five episodes of 100,000 words until the evening glow dyed half of the sky red.

Zhang Yang was waiting to ask questions. The old man was not in a hurry to ask Zhang Yang about the follow-up, but to consider the arrangements for his content, especially some foreshadowing, such as Huang Yaoshi, Quanzhen Sect, and Tiannan Duanshi who were mentioned. Wait.

Then Zhang Yang talked to the old man about the "idea" of Wujue and Huashan Lunjian. After chatting for a long time, the sun was almost setting, and the old man went back to the courtyard with him, and talked about the business: "It must be no problem to publish it. Yes, but the three major martial arts publications, which platform do you want to publish on?"

   Zhang Yang said: "I listen to you."

  Of course he is not so well-behaved, but he has to show his words and attitude. If the old man thinks differently from himself, then try to persuade him.

   "The Jinbang family has a big business, and there is Tianhuang Group behind it. Its circulation and influence are undisputed first."

"Xia Ke used to be the stronghold of martial arts. Back then, everyone was at their home. Although I sealed the pen, Shang Gongyu and Chunqiu Ke went to the gold list, but Gu Liang Dao and a group of old authors carried it. The influence and circulation are not as good as the gold list. The difference is too much, and it was acquired by Qilin Group last year, and with the backing, there is no need to worry about the loss of authors, and it may not be impossible to break the wrist with Jinbang in the future."

  The old man babbled a lot, and finally said: "But I suggest you go to Hanchuang."

Zhang Yang almost fell head over heels, the old man saw his doubts, and said with a smile: "I said this to tell you the reason. If you go directly to these two houses, they may not be able to realize your importance, but Han Chuang is different. The weakest among these three families, although Song Yafeng also tops the top four, but firstly, she has low qualifications, and secondly, she is a woman. Her writing style and style are more delicate, and her influence has always been weaker than the other three. , the icing on the cake is not as precious as giving charcoal in the snow."

  This coincided with Zhang Yang's plan, and the process of persuasion was avoided. He said sincerely: "Okay, I will do what you say."

  The old man guessed something from his expression, and asked, "Why, did you plan to do this before?"

  Zhang Yang smiled and said: "I originally wanted to go to Hanchuang, but because I thought it was also in Qingcheng, how could you have considered it so comprehensively."

  The old man said: "Hey, in modern society, the location of the address is actually not that important, but it is a good thing to be close." He asked again: "If you want to serialize, it must be once a week at the latest. Can you make it in time?"

  Zhang Yangxin said that I came from the era of online novels that were updated every day, and said with a smile: "No problem, I have already thought about the follow-up plot, so I just have to type it out, and I type very fast."

  As soon as I finished speaking, I heard Luoshen's crisp and tender voice: "Shameless."

  Zhang Yang asked back: "Why am I shameless? If it wasn't forced by survival, I am a person who respects copyright so much, why would I do this kind of copying?"

   Luoshen suddenly appeared, and then fell silent again.

  Although Zhang Yang said it lightly, he will be in his third year of high school after the summer vacation. How could the old man dare to agree easily, so he called Zhang Shouyi and Fang Qianxue to ask her opinion.

Sure enough, his parents refused to agree, and asked him to concentrate on writing novels after the college entrance examination. Zhang Yang repeatedly promised that he could finish writing in two months during the summer vacation, and it would never affect his studies. .

With the consent of his parents, the old man went to make a phone call. Wang Qiyuan, the editor-in-chief of the Han Chuang Literature Newspaper, was an old acquaintance of his. Although the old man had closed his pen for more than six years, he still had some face. He said that he had good articles of high quality. Without hesitation, Wang Qiyuan agreed to come over tomorrow to pick up the manuscript.

   Zhang Yang listened to it, and felt that the editor-in-chief Wang obviously thought that the old man had made new works in recent years, otherwise he would not have been so surprised.

The next morning, a black car with a silver snake logo pulled up on the road outside the arbor, and out came a man in a gray plaid shirt and black trousers, over forty years old and wearing gold-rimmed glasses , but there was a scar on his face, which ruined this elegance.

  (end of this chapter)