After breakfast, Li Jianguo looked at the time and hurriedly took Li Yiming out to take the bus.

At this time, the bus is not crowded at all, and it is six stops away to the publishing house, and as soon as I register at the doorman, the doorman said that the editor-in-chief Wu has said, you go directly to find him.

The publishing house is actually no different from an ordinary unit, Li Jianguo and Li Yiming went directly to Wu Ming's office when they asked people.

The door was open, the room was not big or small, a little messy, the most conspicuous thing was that behind a somewhat old table, there was a large bookshelf standing up to the sky.

There was a telephone on the table, a cup of tea was placed on the side, and the heat was faintly wafting, Wu Ming was looking at the manuscript with his head down, holding a pencil in his hand, slowly moving on the paper, dotting circles from time to time.

Li Jianguo knocked on the door twice and shouted, "Old Wu!"

"Whoa... Jianguo is here, Yiming, come in, sit!" Wu Ming saw the two of them, stood up from behind the table with a smile, and took the two of them to sit on the rattan chair under the window.

Li Yiming looked at the room, his eyes falling on the bookshelf.

The shelves are full of books, from top to bottom, they are various anthologies of Ma Enliemao, the four famous works of Sanxi Hongshui, Tang poems and Song poems, Hanshu and Xinhua dictionaries, and the anthologies of major writers in Lu Mao Baguo, and then below are the works of foreign masters and some contemporary novels.

There is a small ladder next to the bookshelf, which is supposed to be specially used to get books from high places.

These books are neatly stacked, revealing a strong book aroma and ink smell, a little counting, Li Yiming is also surprised, there are three hundred and twenty-three books, I can't imagine that Uncle Wu can read like this, his eyes must be short-sighted.

Thinking of this, he thought of another thing, this should be said to Uncle Wu: "Uncle Wu, did you have a smooth journey home yesterday?"

"I drank a little bit yesterday, and my head still hurts in the morning, and I didn't finish the manuscript when I went back. Wu Ming took two white porcelain cups and scalded them with boiling water, and poured tea for the two of them.

The boiling water is washed down, and the thick tea fragrance is diffused with water vapor, which makes people feel refreshed when they smell it.

Li Jianguo had already figured out the Chinese smoke and dispersed: "I also drank a little too much, and I was woken up by Yiming in the morning, otherwise I would have been able to sleep until noon." It seems that in the future, this wine can be drunk or not. ”

"Old, I was still able to drink two sips back then. Wu Ming smiled and brought the cup over, and the two quickly took it.

"Naha, have you eaten?" Wu Ming looked at Li Yiming and asked.

"Eat, eat. Li Jianguo said with a smile.

"Then you sit down first, I'm almost done. As soon as you chirp, there are newspapers and magazines over there, you can read them casually. Wu Ming gestured and sat back at the table with a smile.

Li Jianguo nodded, pressed the nervousness in his heart, and signaled Li Yiming with his eyes not to be nervous, this matter is not a big problem.

Li Yiming is not worried that he will not be able to publish, he is worried that Wu Ming has his own ideas and wants to change some very important things.

He walked over to the newspaper and magazine shelves, picked up a book in his hand, and quickly flipped through it, these were some recent events, and he had to follow the stories in his head.

The first thing I picked up was the People's Daily, which just arrived today, with the date written on September 5, and none of the big news on the front page Li Yiming had read, but there was a report on the second page about the closure of ten substandard yogurt factories in the capital the day before yesterday, which made him a little familiar.

Now there are consumer associations, and they can also conduct sample surveys and report the situation to their superiors...... Li Yiming looked at the content above, which was linked to the fake thing he knew about Wang Hai.

Then he soon found that many things here did not match the story, what was written in the story, not here, what was here, not in the story.

Li Jianguo held the cup, gently blew the floating leaves, and watched his son's brows tighten tightly, probably knowing what the reason was.

The things in his son's mind should be regarded as theories in his opinion, but reality is reality, theory must be linked to reality, and this must be understood by the son himself, and the child will not grow up if he does not make mistakes.

The clock on the wall ticked softly, and as the minutes ticked, the room seemed extraordinarily quiet, except that there were still people coming and going in the corridors, each doing their own thing.

Wu Ming extinguished the cigarette butt, picked up the teacup and took a sip, looking at the father and son: "Yiming, you come!"

Li Yiming put down the newspaper in his hand and came to the table.

"Come, move a chair and sit next to me. Wu Ming treats Li Yiming like a nephew now.

"No, I'll just stand. Li Yiming walked to Wu Ming's side and lowered his head.

Wu Ming was not reluctant, took a pencil and flipped through the manuscript, and said in a harmonious voice: "There are some places I think can be changed,......"

Li Yiming's heart tensed suddenly.

"Don't be nervous first!" Wu Ming looked at him from above his glasses and smiled, "It's right, not for you." ”

"Oh,......"

"Know the difference?" Wu Ming was a little surprised.

"There is a difference between pointing out and directly changing ,...," Li Yiming tried to answer.

Wu Ming smiled: "I really understand, okay, I'll point you out some small problems." ”

As he spoke, he first took "Meow Meow Shop", turned the first page, and looked at Li Yiming: "Have you studied history?

"Yes. ”

"Okay, so here you say that the village has been dilapidated for more than a hundred years, which is still a bit wrong, in fact, it was already in ruin. Of course, let's not care about it that much, but I suggest you change it here to many years, just like you did in this book... , to unify the statement, okay?"

Wu Ming patted "Blue Star Village" at hand.

Li Yiming nodded.

"The lyrics are good, good,...... Only then did I understand that the deeper the love, the more painful it would be......" Wu Ming lightly drew a bottom line on that sentence and paused.

He didn't speak immediately, tilted his head slightly to look at Li Jianguo, and then at Li Yiming: "The main purpose of your fairy tale is to want people to work hard to build their homes." Then everything has to be shown around this.

Here, Meow Meow wants to leave his hometown because his hometown is ruined,...... But in its heart, it should love its hometown, right?"

"Well, I love it. Li Yiming nodded heavily.

"Yes, I love ...... very much" Wu Ming pursed her lips and nodded, "So, I think you are here, you should add a little action description to Meow Meow to increase the sense of picture."

For example, Meow Meow suddenly stopped, turned to look at the village in the distance, and stood for a long time, a little sad......"

Wu Ming looked at Li Yiming and said in a harmonious voice: "When people have to leave their hometown, they will have nostalgia, right? Hometown and mother, motherland and nation, these are all very great and beautiful words!"

My hometown is in ruins, and it's time to come back, not fight to leave......"

Wu Ming said softly.

Li Jianguo stood by the window, touching a cigarette, as quiet as a stone statue.