There were only two lonely drawings on the huge drawing paper, one large and one small, and I didn't have to guess to know who it was.

An Xiaoshu was stunned for a moment, and said that children's paintings can best reflect the most true thoughts in their hearts, and when they look at the others, almost all of them are only two people.

I feel distressed when I see this An Xiaoshu, that slut, it's best not to let her see it again, otherwise she will chop it up and feed it to the dogs!

Not wanting the child to think of something unhappy, An Xiaoshu pretended to be curious and asked, "Baby, what are you drawing?" ”

Little Ahri looked up at her when she heard the voice, and there was some surprise in her eyes, "Godmother." ”

"Good." An Xiaoshu looked at the painting and asked suspiciously, "Little Ahri is painting herself and Mommy?" What about godmothers? Why didn't you draw a godmother? ”

Her tone seemed a little aggrieved.

"Yes." Little Ahri answered softly and rummaged through the painting.

Finally, I finally found a four-like book and handed it to An Xiaoshu.

Anyuer was so excited that she almost didn't cry, it turned out that she was in the child's heart, and she had this virtue.

"Baby, godmother is so touched! Our little Ahri is really good at drawing. "Anyway, it's good enough for a six-year-old to draw.

The most gratifying thing is that she can see the little girl's mind from the painting, maybe for her, except for Wu Meiniang, she is the only one who walks into her heart.

Children's minds are so simple, they think that whoever is good to him and who is willing to buy him good things, they will like each other without reservation!

After receiving the compliment, little Ahri had a smile on his face, lowered his head and began to draw again.

"Ahri. Would you like to give this painting to your godmother? An Xiaoshu blinked his eyes with a look of anticipation.

"Hmm!" Little Ahri nodded heavily.

"That's good." An Xiaoshu held her face and kissed her fiercely. At the end, he leaned over his face and said, "Come, kiss my godmother." ”

The little girl was very obedient, so she really pouted and touched her face very seriously.

This time, the dear-eyed girl is careful that her liver flies!

Little Ahri continued to paint her paintings, and An Xiaoshu took the paintings to show off to Wu Meiniang.

"Aunt Wu, you see this is a painting given to me by my daughter. Pretty, isn't it? ”

Wu Meiniang glanced at her. Stretched out a finger and poked her forehead, "Aunt An, please pay attention to your address!" ”

"Oops, the name is just a codename. So what do you care? An Xiaoshu waved his hand.

"Really?" Wu Meiniang looked at her with bad intentions.

"Yes. Can't I call it? An Xiaoshu made a surrender letter. Holding the painting and flipping it over and over again.

Although this four looks a little ruinous to her image, she is still very happy that the little girl can draw her. He also put a shackle on her head, does that show that she is actually a beautiful angel in her heart?

After holding it and looking at it for a long time, she put it away.

Little Ahri seems to like painting very much, and is still painting there seriously, while Wu Meiniang on the other side is writing her own novel.

An Xiaoshu is boring, so she can only play with herself.

took out his mobile phone and flipped through the recent entertainment news, it was nothing more than which star got married again, which one got divorced again, and which one had children again.

After watching it for a while, she felt uninterested, and yawned and rubbed Wu Meiniang's back to see what she wrote.

Looking at it, I couldn't help but praise, "Lao Wu, your writing is good!" ”

Wu Meiniang was writing, and a voice came out of her back that almost scared her half to death.

"Aunt An, people are scary and scared to death!" Patting her chest, she glanced at An Xiaoshu, but she didn't deliberately hide what she wrote.

"In broad daylight, who scared you, it was you who wrote it yourself too distractedly." An Xiaoshu rolled his eyes, then turned his gaze to the computer screen and asked, "Eh, have you published this?" ”

"Not yet, it's being built." Wu Meiniang shook her head.

"Oh." An Xiaoshu nodded, a little eager to speak, "Old Wu, do you want to listen to what my senior has to say?" ”

"Oh?" Wu Meiniang raised her eyebrows.

"What are your eyes? I'm also a popular author! I don't believe you, search my vest on the Internet. Anyuer slapped the table.

Wu Meiniang shook her head, "Let's hear it." ”

An Xiaoshu thought about it for a long time, and finally found some suitable words.

"The story is very good, and it is more suitable for the feeling of publishing, but have you thought about it, as a small transparent person like us, without a fixed reader, it is impossible to develop towards the publishing world. So the rest is a small online book, what is the point of online novels? Brag! It's more awesome than who brags, and it's more against the sky. Although the idea you conceived is very good, it is less passionate as far as online novels are concerned, and it is not suitable for online articles. After speaking, he suddenly felt that his words were too sharp, for fear that Wu Meiniang would misunderstand. Hehe, this is just my personal opinion, don't you mind. ”

"You're right." Wu Meiniang sighed, she is not someone who can't withstand the blow.

In fact, she may have discovered this a long time ago, but she just didn't want to change. This is probably a common problem for every writer who writes novels.

Imagine that something you conceive is inexplicably altered to suit other people's minds, which is something that most people can't accept.

Because if the assumption is changed, it is not the author's own work.

Although An Xiaoshu knew this very well, he couldn't help but want to say a few more words from an outsider's point of view.

She is this kind of rectum, she can say some things if she wants to, and she doesn't target anyone.

Wu Meiniang's character is the type that is indisputable with the world, which can be seen from her novels, in her pen, there has never been a bad person, and even if there is, it is the kind that is not bad to the bone.

To be honest, this type of novel can't arouse the anger in the reader's heart, and it is difficult to resonate with everyone. This is also the reason why she has been unknown for a few years.

It's not that she doesn't write well enough, it's that it doesn't fit.

Just like many published works now, physical books do sell very well, but if they are put on the Internet, they may not have that effect.

And what Wu Meiniang wrote belongs to this kind of thing.

An Xiaoshu believes that if this novel is published by an author who takes the publishing route with a regular readership, it should achieve a good effect. But if it is published as a web novel. Not necessarily.

These truths are simple to say, and many people know them, but few people can face them sincerely.

Fortunately, Wu Meiniang does not belong to that type of person.

"Little book, you go on." Wu Meiniang said suddenly.

"Huh?" An Xiaoshu observed Wu Meiniang's expression and was relieved to make sure that she was not angry.

Maybe what Wu Meiniang wants is just a reason to persuade her to think differently. It's not that she doesn't understand these truths, she just needs a stepping stone.

"If you let me say it, then you're welcome." An Xiaoshu coughed lightly.

There is a downside to anyone who writes novels. I can't see the problem when I write it myself. That's why there is an editorial guide. Because those problems can only be detected as a third party.

An Xiaoshu is not arrogant, she just wants to help her from the perspective of a reader, not to say that she is a god or something. As long as you can support your family.

After all, Wu Meiniang's current situation is not suitable for going out to find a job. It couldn't be better to be able to make money with this.

An Xiaoshu doesn't say how awesome he is. I just want to tell Wu Meiniang about my experience over the years.

Although she herself hates that kind of bloody drama, there is no way to cater to the reader's taste. For the current Wu Meiniang, she doesn't care if she is bloody or not. If you have a ticket, you can do it.

Just like some of the words she once read, before she is famous, no one is qualified to say what is bloody or not! And as long as you have fame and capricious capital, you are qualified to say those words.

Her words were very sharp, and almost every sentence hit the point, making Wu Meiniang fall into deep thought.

After a long time, Wu Meiniang suddenly laughed.

Maybe An Xiaoshu is right, in this world, it is never about letting the society adapt to you, but about how to adapt to this society.

In the past, she could still convince herself that it was for her hobby, but when she became helpless, how could she face the reality if she was unrealistic?

For the first time, she no longer followed her own ideas and listened to An Xiaoshu's opinion.

In the afternoon of the same day, the two of them deleted the outline for a while.

Looking at the finished product, Anyuer couldn't bear to look at it directly! Emma, it's a synthesis of bloody dramas! She really admired that she could convince Wu Meiniang.

Wu Meiniang also has a similar expression to her.

The two looked at each other and laughed, all without saying a word.

When I returned to the East Palace, it was already night.

Probably the pattern of the past few days has been like this, and even the big bags and small bags are used to it.

And the old bird too, comes to report almost every day!

When An Xiaoshu came back, she put the painting she asked for from Little Ahri on the coffee table, and it was too late for her to react.

"Xiao Jiu, you shouldn't have drawn this ghost drawing talisman, right?" The sharp-eyed old bird took the painting and asked casually.

"It's not!" Xiao Jiu was very innocent, "This is painted by Sister Ahri." ”

Just now, An Xiaoshu explained to Xiao Jiu like this.

"Ahri sister?" The old bird hesitated for two seconds, and suddenly remembered where he had heard this title.

"Godfather, Aunt Wu also takes care of Sister Ahri alone, just like Ma Ma took care of Xiao Jiu before." The small bag touched, and the child really thought of what to say.

The old bird doesn't have to guess, he also knows who Aunt Wu is in Xiao Jiu's mouth. Hearing the news about her again, the old bird was unusually silent for the first time.

What does it mean to take care of a person? He didn't understand and didn't want to.

Squeezing out a smile, Feng Shaoqing put down the painting in his hand and did not answer Xiao Jiu's words.

An Xiaoshu secretly observed the old bird's expression, trying to find some clues from it, but the old bird successfully avoided it.

The old bird thought that he was hiding it well, and he wanted to pretend that he didn't care about anything, but he would still eavesdrop on Xiao Jiu from time to time and listen to any news about her.

From the conversation, he knew that Wu Meiniang was currently taking care of her daughter alone for some reason, as for why, Xiao Jiu didn't know, and An Xiaoshu deliberately avoided it.

After eating, the old bird who pretended to be forced left.

His original intention was not to go home so early, he wanted to breathe outside, and by the time he reacted, he had already rushed downstairs to the apartment.

Looking up at the top of the apartment, he couldn't help but laugh at himself. This person is really going to form a habit when he is cheap!

Fortunately, after six years of polishing, he is no longer the very impulsive hairy boy he was at the beginning.

I shaved my hair, and was about to walk away, when I felt that my body was hit by something, and the force was not great.

Looking down, I don't know where it was a little girl who ran out.

While he looked down at her, the little girl also looked up at him curiously.

"Ahri!" In my ears, a shout rang out.

The familiar voice made Feng Dashao's heart feel like it was suddenly pinched, and it hurt and hurt.

Raising their eyes, the eyes of the two were so matched.

The old bird suddenly thought of a very appropriate sentence, such a picture, what a fucking thing!

And hearing her call that name, Feng Shaoqing had already guessed who the little girl in her arms was.

looked at her, then looked down at Little Ahri, and asked in a self-consciously flat voice, "Your daughter?" ”

"Hmm." Wu Meiniang nodded, her face was also dazzlingly calm, and then she motioned to little Ahri, "Ahri, come here Mommy." ”

Hearing this, Little Ahri let go of the hands that had just instinctively hugged the old bird's thighs and ran towards Wu Meiniang.

The old bird felt that his heart was a little blocked, and he thought that six years had passed, and the feeling in his heart had faded. But after seeing her, she was still excited.

"Your daughter is lovely." Squeezing out a smile, he greeted in as unfamiliar a tone as possible.

"Thank you." Wu Meiniang smiled knowingly, but it was also strange, and she looked at the daughter in her arms and whispered, "Ahri, call uncle." ”

Little Ahri rolled his big watery eyes and greeted the old bird very obediently, "Hello uncle! ”

Good? To be honest, seeing her and someone else's daughter standing next to her, he was not good at all!

Even, he didn't know what to tell her.

"It's not early, let's go back first." Wu Meiniang's tone was just right, unfamiliar, like treating an old acquaintance, holding her daughter's hand and standing up, "Ahri, say goodbye to your uncle." ”

"Goodbye, uncle." The little girl finished speaking with a smile and let Wu Meiniang pull her upstairs.

Goodbye, goodbye......

In Feng Shaoqing's ears, the subtle conversation between the two could almost be heard. It sounds like Wu Meiniang is blaming her daughter for not running around, but it sounds like she's full of care.

Returning to his place in a daze, he lay on the bed after taking a shower, but Feng Shaoqing couldn't sleep at all, and his mind was full of pictures of Wu Meiniang and her daughter relying on each other.

Mother and daughter filial piety, what a fucking eyesore!

What's more, he also imagined a picture of Wu Meiniang and his husband lingering, he only felt that his lungs were going to explode!

Is there anyone in this world who is more dead than he?

He wanted to stop himself from thinking nonsense, but he couldn't control it.

The human imagination is limitless!

After baking a few flatbreads, the old bird couldn't lie down anymore, so he shaved his head a few times, and went to the bathroom to rinse a cold water head before putting on his clothes and going out to drink.

Good days, why don't people stop like this?

…… (To be continued......)

PS: Birdman, hold on! My mother will definitely support you!