House Dad’s Literary Life

Today, Mr. Lu of Sahara Press came to Jiangcheng for the purpose of visiting Yang Yi, but mainly sent letters from readers over the past two weeks.

“Is there a letter from the reader?” Yang Yi used to read Qiyue’s book review area. He felt that there were a lot of sprays in it, and he never visited it anymore. The readers have any opinions, and at most, they know through the mouth of Qiang Zi. Now that I see this traditional letter, he still feels quite novel and takes it apart.

“This is because there are still quite a few readers of physical books. They may be older, so they still prefer this old-fashioned way of communicating.” Mr. Lu sits in the sofa in front of Yang Yi, both hands Put it on your lap, a bit cautious.

Yang Yi still looked at it very seriously. He also felt that such a letter from the reader was very kind. Moreover, he opened a few photos, not only did not have a spray, but also seriously wrote the feelings after reading the book, each hard pen. The sketched words all reflect their intentions.

After reading a few letters, Yang Yi has raised a few thoughts!

Of course, there is no way to reply all of them. Mr. Lu brought a sack… It is estimated that if Yang Yi has the interest of collecting stamps, the stamps can be posted with a few big books!

In the middle, Yang Yi didn’t want to look up, saw Mr. Lu squatting, sitting on the sofa bored, being looked at by Cixi curiosity, and his neck was a bit stiff!

He couldn’t help but smile and said to Mr. Lu with Cantonese: “Mr. Lu, why are you so nervous? Let it be easier, just be your own home!”

In order not to let Mr. Lu be so embarrassed, Yang Yi remembered another thing. He went back to the study and took a stack of printed manuscripts and handed them to Mr. Lu.

“Since you are here too, then trouble Mr. Lu. You professionally help me to see if my fairy tale collection has the value of publishing?” Yang Yi smiled.

This stack of prints is a fairy tale that Yang Yi has compiled in recent times. It is the story he told Xixi, dozens of big and small! Originally, Yang Yi had the idea of ​​publishing these stories. Later, because Mo Fei wanted to see it, Yang Yi did not delay and took time to sort it out.

Of course, Yang Yi doesn’t know how the world’s fairy tale books are published. Plus, many of the stories here are based on some of the frameworks. I don’t know if there will be a gap with the original version.

Just as Mr. Lu came, let him come to the staff of the staff!

Mr. Lu was surprised. He looked at Yang Yi and asked, “Mr. Yang, would you still write a fairy tale?”

This is amazing. If you don’t talk about the subject of Yang Yi’s previous books, look at the body of Yang Yi. This muscle, an eight-footed man writing a fairy tale, is really not as real as a fairy tale? Isn’t this the legendary Zhang Fei embroidery?

Yang Yi didn’t care. He smiled and said: “These stories are actually compiled by me and told my daughter! She likes it very much, but after all, it is a child! So I don’t know if it’s good or not. I still want to know Mr. Lu.”

Xixi was on the side and heard Dad say that he was a child, and some unhappy to pout! However, she did not bother Dad, Dad is talking about work!

Mr. Lu is not a manager of the children’s literature type, but he has been working in the industry for a long time, and it has been the work of the editor for a long time, so his vision is still there.

After more than half an hour, I saw a few stories, but when I noticed the eager eyes of Yang Yi, Mr. Lu still reluctantly put down the manuscript in his hand and embarrassedly smiled: “These stories are not Mr. Yang. Written, my 40-something can be fascinated!”

Mr. Lu gave a high rating and said: “Whether it is a single story or a whole, Mr. Yang writes more exciting than the fairy tale books on the market today! This is not my flattering, because I am also a As a father, although my son has already passed the age of watching fairy tales, if he is still young, I am sure I will buy such a book for him to see!”

“Just…” Mr. Lu was hesitant, he said with a sigh of relief. “We Sahara Press has no advantage in the field of children’s literature. We have never had such a book…”

This is really a sincere person. Mr. Lu also wants to persuade Yang Yi to find a more professional children’s literature publishing house! It’s also a loss of Fu Jun’s boss, or his honest manager has been fired!

“It’s okay!” Yang Yi waved with satisfaction and said, “As for Sahara Press, I will send the manuscript to your mailbox. The rest, you can do it with the editor of the publishing house!”

Of course, this stack of prints could not be taken back to Mr. Lu. Yang Yi printed it, but it was originally intended to be seen by Mo Fei.

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After leaving Mr. Lu, Yang Yi ushered in a “rare guest”.

“long time no see! You can finally show up!” Yang Yi smiled and teased him.

“Oh, don’t mention it. Since I was interviewed by the TV station, I was confined by my dad.” Guo Ziyi’s face is round and round, and seems to have eaten a lot at home, but it has grown a lot, but the body is instead It looks “slim”.

The sixteen-year-old boy Lang is the time to grow up.

Yang Yi knew that Guo Ziyi was locked up at home. When she saw the interview of little fatty on TV, Yang Yi felt that this guy was a bit too arrogant. Sure enough, before Yang Yi said that he, Guo Ziyi was taken by him. Dad gave dozens of big boards and then turned to reflect at home.

The effect of reflection Yang Yi does not know, anyway, Guo Ziyi can not use cell phone at home, can not use the computer, it must be suffocating!

“Today’s notice is over, my dad allowed me to come out and let the wind go!” Guo Ziyi said with some guilt, the feeling of being confined is really a torture.

“Turn off it, grind your temper, it’s all about going to college, and it’s not so reliable!” Yang Yi used to be house-dad, and the exit was the tone of education.

“Okay, Big Brother Yang, don’t yell at me!” Guo Ziyi said depressedly. “This time, let’s take a look at my offer letter and give our cutest Younger Sister Xixi a birthday. gift!”

“Ah?Xixi, is there a gift?” The little girl who was in her father’s arms suddenly came to the spirit, she asked with delight.

“Yeah!” Guo Ziyi looked at Yang Yi uncomfortably. “You said that your father is awful. Younger Sister Xixi doesn’t inform me about my birthday. Otherwise, I have an excuse to let my dad give me a day off, cough cough, no. , is to give a gift to Younger Sister Xixi!”

“Call Xixi!” Yang Yi solemnly corrected, “You are an uncle, not a brother!”

“Hey! Uncle Guo!” Xixi also followed Dad and giggled.