It is inevitable to drink some wine while eating, but most of the people are not familiar with each other and they are bringing their children to the birthday party, so they are very restrained.

After dinner, the birthday party was about to begin, and everyone returned to the third floor.

When Zhang Zhong pushed the big cake out, Pengpeng was so excited. She had been thinking about the cake for a long time, and now that she had such a cake in front of her, of course she was happy.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..."

Everyone can sing the happy birthday song, and as Zhang Zhong pushes the cake over, the crowd also surrounds Peng Peng in the middle.

Under the candlelight, Pengpeng's face was red, and Zhang Zhong smiled and said, "Make a wish."

Pengpeng clasped her hands together and closed her eyes. She had practiced this action countless times. Zhang Zhong was practicing it a few days ago when he saw that she had nothing to do.

Seeing her making a wish, Zhang Zhong was filled with emotions. Unknowingly, this was already the second birthday he had celebrated with his daughter.

He also saw that some of the other children gathered around were secretly closing their eyes and clasping their hands together. He smiled. The little ones were quite interesting and knew how to rub cakes and make wishes.

Pengpeng didn't say what her wish was, because it wouldn't work if she said it. After she finished making her wish, Zhang Zhong went over to hold him in his arms, because the cake was placed too high on the table and she couldn't reach it.

Only with Zhang Zhong's assistance can she play it.

He puffed up his little face, blew out the candles, applause sounded, and the lights turned on.

The task of sharing the cake was given to Xu Yuhan. The children got the cake first and then ran to play again.

Pengpeng also wanted to play with them, but she couldn't leave now because the adults came over to give her gifts.

Of course she was also happy. She was holding all kinds of gifts and the smile on her face was almost overwhelming.

There are many kinds of gifts, some people give jewelry, some people give toys, and some people just stuff red envelopes.

Zhang Zhong watched from the side, remembering whoever gave something, because he would definitely have to repay the gift in the future. He knew in advance that this would definitely happen when the parents came over, but it was unavoidable.

Fortunately, he is just a book writer, so he doesn't have to think about too many things. At most, establishing social relationships is a bit more complicated, which distracts him from some energy.

…

Early the next morning, Zhang Zhong looked at the messy "battlefield" in front of him, shook his head slightly, and then called the cleaning company to ask them to send someone to clean it.

Pengpeng also woke up very early and was playing with the gifts given to her yesterday in her room.

Looking at the room with toys everywhere, Zhang Zhong felt that his daughter's room was a bit small. Not only the toys he received yesterday, but also the things Zhang Zhong bought for her before, the room seemed a bit crowded.

However, a few days ago, Zhang Zhong asked Pengpeng if she wanted to change to a larger room, but she refused flatly, saying that she liked her room and didn't want to change.

She said not to change it, but Zhang Zhong naturally didn't say anything. When one day her room couldn't hold anything anymore, she would ask to change it herself.

Fortunately, all her painting things were stored in the studio upstairs, otherwise, her room would probably be a mess.

Zhang Zhong originally wanted to work in the study, but he received a call from Zhao Re.

Zhao Re asked him if he had time and if it would be convenient for him to come out and chat. Zhang Zhong guessed that he probably wanted to talk about teaching at United College, so he agreed.

Zhang Zhong let Zhao Re decide the location of this meeting. Unexpectedly, Zhao Re chose Hongyun Lai Hotel.

He probably took them there before meeting him, and he was so familiar with the boss, so he chose that place.

However, I didn't meet Lin Ruoshui this time because the box was booked by Zhao Re, so Lin Ruoshui didn't know he was there.

After the meeting, Zhang Zhong went straight to the point, "Mr. Zhao invited me out, probably because of the teaching thing I told you last time."

Zhao Re smiled and nodded, "I agree to the teaching position."

Zhang Zhong said in surprise, "This is such a great love."

Zhao Re added, "I was originally going to send you a message about this, so I won't bother you to make a trip, but I have another thing to discuss with you."

Zhang Zhong glanced at Zhao Re and felt a little strange. He seemed to be talking about something very important.

"Teacher Zhao, tell me."

"I want you to introduce Mr. Yang Fan to me," Zhao Re said.

Zhang Zhong said a little strangely, "You want to see Mr. Yang Fan? Why?"

Of course he had to ask why, because Yang Fan was a scientist, and Zhao Re should have had nothing to do with him.

"I want to help him write a biography." Zhao Re said his purpose.

Zhao Re actually wanted to help Yang Fan write a biography, which surprised Zhang Zhong. After all, biography is a marginal genre. Generally, few novelists would be interested in writing works in such a marginal genre, especially

He is a famous novelist and writes biographies for others.

What is more mainstream nowadays is autobiography.

Writing a biography for someone else is a thankless job, especially for a living person.

If it is a deceased person, to be realistic, even if what is written in the book is not satisfactory, at least people will not jump out and scold you.

But living people are different. If there is something in the work that the other party is dissatisfied with, it may make people feel resentful.

Most people's evaluation of themselves is basically much higher than reality. That is to say, biographies must be more exaggerated and perfect than the real thing to satisfy people's wishes.

And you can’t write too exaggeratedly, otherwise readers will think it’s too fake and I will be angry.

Zhang Zhong feels that there are very few people who can truly face themselves and let others write about their lives truthfully.

Even people like Ba Jin and Ji Xianlin [Begonia Bookstore www.htsw.info] write about themselves. If someone else writes about them, they may not agree.

"Do you really want to write his biography?"

Zhang Zhong knew the difficulty of writing a biography for someone, and Zhao Re naturally knew it too, but he still answered firmly, "Well, I have already thought about it, but I can't get in touch with him. You have met him before, so

I just want to ask you to help me with this."

"It's not difficult to make an introduction for you, but you will definitely have to rely on yourself later." Zhang Zhong said. He didn't have a deep friendship with Yang Fan, so he could help Zhao Re to this point.

Zhao Re smiled and said, "I'm extremely grateful for your introduction. I don't dare to ask for anything else."

"Okay, I'll call now."

Zhang Zhong took out his cell phone, found Yang Fan's number, and dialed it.

The phone rang for a long time, and when the two of them almost thought they had no chance, they were suddenly answered.

"Hey, is this Zhang Zhong?" Yang Fan's voice came.

Zhao Re's eyes lit up, Zhang Zhong gestured to him to be silent, and said with a smile on the phone, "Teacher Yang, do you still remember me?"

"Haha, aren't you trying to kill me? Although I am old, I still have this memory."

"Teacher Yang, that's not what I meant."
Chapter completed!