Today, Mr. Lu from the Sahara Publishing House came to Jiangcheng to visit Yang Yi, but mainly to send the letters sent by readers in the past half a month.

"And a letter from a reader?" Yang Yi used to read the book review area once, and felt that there were a lot of trolls in it, so he never patronized it again, and what opinions readers had, at most, they knew it through the mouth of Hadron, and now when he sees this traditional letter, he still feels quite novel, and he takes it apart and reads.

"Because there are still a considerable number of readers of physical books, they may be older, so they still prefer this ancient way of communicating with people like seeing words. Mr. Lu sat on the sofa in front of Yang Yi, with his hands on his knees, a little restrained.

Yang Yi still read it very seriously, he also felt that such a reader's letter was very kind, and when he opened a few letters, not only did he not have trolls, but he also wrote down their feelings after reading the book very seriously.

After reading a few letters, Yang Yi came up with the idea of replying to a few letters!

Of course, there is no way to reply to all of them, so Mr. Lu brought a sack...... It is estimated that if Yang Yi has an interest in philately, several booklets can be pasted on stamps!

In the middle, Yang Yi unintentionally raised his head and saw Mr. Lu sitting on the sofa awkwardly and boredly, being looked at curiously by Xixi, and his neck was a little stiff!

He couldn't help laughing, and said to Mr. Lu in Cantonese: "Lu Sheng, why are you so nervous? Relax and treat it as your own home!"

In order not to make Mr. Lu so embarrassed, Yang Yi remembered one more thing, he went back to the study, took out a stack of printouts, and handed it to Mr. Lu.

"Since you're here too, then please ask Lu Sheng, a professional, to help me see if my collection of fairy tales has the value of publication?" Yang Yi said with a smile.

This stack of printouts is the fairy tales that Yang Yi has sorted out recently, and they are all stories he has told Xixi, dozens of them, large and small! Originally, Yang Yi had the idea of publishing these stories, but later because Murphy wanted to read them, Yang Yi did not delay any longer and took the time to sort them out.

Of course, Yang Yi doesn't know how the fairy tale books in this world are published, and many of the stories here are made up by him according to some frameworks, so I don't know if there will be a gap with the original!

It just so happened that Mr. Lu was here, let him come to the staff officer!

Mr. Lu was surprised, he looked at Yang Yi and asked, "Yang Sheng, you can still write fairy tales?"

This is amazing, not to mention the themes of Yang Yi's previous books, just look at Yang Yi's figure, this muscle, an eight-foot man writing fairy tales, I'm afraid it's really as unreal as fairy tales, isn't this the legendary Zhang Fei embroidery?

Yang Yi didn't care, he smiled slightly, and said: "These stories, in fact, I usually make up and tell them to my daughter! She still likes them, but after all, she is a child! So I don't know if it's good or not, I still have to Mr. Lu to read it to know." ”

Xi Xi was on the side, and when she heard her father say that she was a child, she pouted a little unhappily! However, she didn't bother her father, who was talking about work!

Mr. Lu is not a full-time manager of children's literature, but he has been in the industry for a long time, and he has been an editor for a long time, so he still has an eye.

After more than half an hour, I only read a few stories, but when he noticed Yang Yi's eager eyes, Mr. Lu reluctantly put down the manuscript in his hand, and smiled embarrassedly: "These stories are worthy of being written by Yang Sheng, and I, a person in my forties, can be fascinated by them!"

Mr. Lu gave a high evaluation and said: "Whether it is a single story or an overall view, Yang Sheng's writing is more wonderful than those fairy tale books on the market at present! This is not my sycophancy, because I am also a father, although my son has long passed the age of reading fairy tales, but if he is still young, I will definitely be willing to buy such a book and give it to him!"

"It's just ......," Mr. Lu hesitated, and he said hesitantly, "we Sahara Publishing House have no advantage in the field of children's literature, and we have never published 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 is also thanks to the ambitious Fu Jun as the boss, otherwise he would have been fired for such a sincere manager!

"It's okay!" Yang Yi waved his hand with great satisfaction and said, "Just the Sahara Publishing House, I'll send the manuscript to your mailbox when I go back, and you can do the rest with the editor of the publishing house!"

Of course, this stack of printouts could not be brought back to Mr. Lu, and Yang Yi printed it out, which was originally intended to be shown to Murphy.

......

Seeing off Mr. Lu, Yang Yi ushered in a "rare guest".

"It's been a long time! You can finally show your face!" Yang Yi smiled slightly, teasing him.

"Hey, don't mention it, I've been locked up by my dad since I was interviewed on TV. Guo Ziyi's face is a little rounder, and he seems to have eaten a lot at home, but he has also grown a lot taller, and his figure looks "slim".

The sixteen-year-old boy is just the time to grow tall.

Yang Yi knew that Guo Ziyi was locked up at home, and after watching the interview with the little fat man on TV, Yang Yi felt that this guy was a little too public, and sure enough, before Yang Yi could say him, Guo Ziyi was pressed by his father and hit dozens of boards, and then locked up at home for reflection.

Yang Yi doesn't know what the effect of reflection is, anyway, Guo Ziyi's words can't use mobile phones or computers at home, they must be stuffy!

"Today's notice arrived, and my father allowed me to come out and let off!" Guo Ziyi said with some palpitations, the feeling of being confined is really a torture.

"It's okay to close it, sharpen your temperament, you are all going to college, and you are so unreliable!" Yang Yi is used to being a father, and the tone of education is the exit.

"Okay, Brother Yang, don't tease me!" Guo Ziyi said depressedly, "This time, I came here to let you see my admission letter, and to give our cutest sister Xixi a birthday gift!"

"Ah, Xixi still has a gift?" the little girl who was nestled in her father's arms suddenly came to her senses, and she asked happily.

"That's right!" Guo Zi glanced at Yang Yi unhappily, "You said how hateful your father is, you won't notify me of Sister Xixi's birthday, otherwise I will have an excuse to let my father give me a day off, cough cough, no, it's a gift for Sister Xixi!"

"It's called Xixi!" Yang Yi corrected solemnly, "You are an uncle, not an elder brother!"

"Hee-hee!" said Xi Xi with a giggle as she followed her father.