Feng Han told Lao Han about the regret of the gourd brothers, and he waved his hand, but he didn't think so.

"Everything has its two sides, although we can pay less tax for this kind of operation, but our company is a new company after all, and the distribution capacity cannot be compared with children's literature and art, and the distribution capacity of children's literature and art may have 1 million sales, but it is only 500,000 for group nest culture, so we can't lose a lot because of a small one. ”

Feng Han nodded teachablely.

Han Shiqun said again, "One more thing, I think that after the Qin Warriors are finished, plus the short articles you wrote before, you can publish a collection of short stories + prose + poetry, do you have any thoughts or opinions?"

Like this kind of small article published in a book, it can be classified or published in a time period, Lao Han proposed the latter, in more than half a year, Feng Han's works can almost make up a collection in terms of the number of words, and this book will be published.

Or a short story type, a prose type, an essay type, and a poetry genre, this is also a way to publish, but with the number of Feng Han's current works, various types of articles are still far from a book.

Feng Han said that he had no opinion, he also wanted to be able to put Su Huan under him on the list of rich writers next year, so it is definitely not a bad thing to publish more books.

"Do you have any ideas for a name?" asked for his opinion.

Like the kind of thing that directly selects the name of an article in the anthology as the name of the anthology, Feng Han is very disdainful and feels that it is not technical.

Lao Han suggested again, "Why don't you use the "Hurry" you wrote as the name of the anthology, it should be very in line with your state of mind for more than half a year." ”

Feng Han shook his head this time, "I thought of one, it should be good." ”

Han Shiqun took out a pen and paper, "I'll write it down." ”

A collection of works created during the second year of high school, referred to as the second episode of secondary school. ”

At this time, there was no word "middle two", and Lao Han didn't think of other extended meanings, thinking that although the name was simple, it was also accurate, but it was too straight and white, but Feng Han liked it the most important.

The two agreed that before the end of this semester, they would definitely publish the "Second Episode".

Since "Triple Gate" was about to be published, Feng Han called Su Lao the next day and asked him to prepare to write a preface for Triple Gate, which he was going to use immediately.

His future father-in-law is a chicken thief, "Did you write it for me?"

Su Minghe's autobiography for his deceased wife is called "This Life", and now he has completed the proofreading work and will soon be published, and the publication work is still run by his second daughter Su Yan's company.

Feng Han said: "I only wrote one poem, is it done?"

"I've got to get past it. ”

"Okay, I'll send it to your tweet, you check it, if you feel satisfied, remember to give a five-star review, and then write me a preface with your heart~"

Hearing that Feng Han was about to write words again, Su Minghe was still a little excited, and he admired Queqiao Immortal and Bu Operator Yongmei very much before Feng Han.

He doesn't want to have a classic like Queqiao Immortal, and it is also excellent to be comparable to the fortune operator Yongmei.

"Master, playing with your mobile phone again, I'm not afraid that your presbyopia will become myopia~" The third lady, Tang Qing, walked over with her little daughter Su Chan in her arms.

"Haha, a kid wrote the first word for me, I want a sneak peek, don't you take a look. ”

"Read it to me, I'm afraid I don't know some words. Tang Qing said coquettishly, because the old man's friends like to communicate in traditional characters, she has had a lot of troubles about this, and this time she learned to be obedient.

"Okay, good~" Su Minghe opened the chirp and saw the news of Feng Han, the title was "Jiangchengzi Su Gongyimeng"

Lao Su thought, Su Gong should be me, Su Gong is a dream, is this written that I had a dream?

He took it and read it, "Ten years of life and death, without thinking, and unforgettable ......"

In just thirteen words, Su Minghe fell into it all of a sudden, three sentences were emptied, true and straightforward, touching, ten years, it has been ten years since she died, how can you forget those beautiful scenes.

"Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost. ”

Su Minghe subconsciously touched his sideburns and sighed, compared to ten years ago, he was indeed much older, and ten years ago, he didn't need to ask Dr. Xiong to get medicine.

"I came back to my hometown in a dream, Xiaoxuan window, and I was dressing up. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. ”

These five sentences are positive descriptions of dreams, and these pictures have also appeared in Su Lao's dreams, every time he and the third child meet in a dream, they always can't say a few words, only crying silently.

When the last "is expected to be broken every year, the bright moon night, short Matsuoka." After reading it, Su Lao had already cried into a tearful person.

Not to mention Su Minghe, Tang Qing next to him couldn't help but sigh after listening to this touching mourning poem, feeling pity and pity for the sister who had never met, and of course, there was a trace of happiness hidden in his heart.

Tang Qing took out a tissue to wipe Su Lao's tears, but the more he wiped it, the more he couldn't stop the tears, and finally Tang Qing pressed him in his arms like a child and patted his head gently.

"Okay, okay, it's all over~"

Su Minghe is a very emotional person, just thinking about the past of his deceased wife, but he smelled the smell of milk in the arms of the third child, and then he began to be old and improper.

Tang Qing blushed and pushed him away, "Don't make trouble, my daughter is watching." ”

Su Minghe's old face flushed, "What, I called Yan Yan, I want to change the title of the book, not to call people in this life, just ten years of life and death." ”

Feng Han's Jiang Chengzi made Su Lao very satisfied, and he even felt that he would not change it for Queqiao Immortal, but it was a pity that this poem was not written by himself, if he wrote it himself, it would definitely make his love with the third child go down in history.

Feng Han gave himself such a generous gift, of course Su Lao also had to reciprocate, not only wrote the preface himself, but also invited Yingwang Lantian Ye to write a book, now Feng Han is full of faces.

Feng Han didn't know that Lao Su was so righteous at this time, he had now arrived in Shanghai, ready to participate in the recording of the program "A Date at the End of the World".

Tianya Date is a TV variety show under Tianya Media, which is the trump card of Shanghai City TV, not to mention the high ratings, and its influence in the elite class cannot be underestimated.

However, before participating in the show, Feng Han also took the time to meet the young singer "Chen Chen", the song "Ugly Eight Monsters" written and composed by Feng Han has been confirmed to be sung by him, and it will be launched soon, Chen Chen has always wanted to personally thank Mr. Feng Han.

Feng Han was unavailable before, but it just so happened that now they are all recording programs on Shanghai TV Station, and they can't escape, so they met, and by the way, they only clicked on him, how to sing this song~