"Little girl, you are really imaginative, is the image of a writer similar to a beggar in your heart?" Yin Yin's words made Fu Xinghan embarrassed.

"They should be more educated than beggars, more temperamental than beggars, more dreamy than beggars, and more responsible than beggars. If his book is published, he will be famous and rich. When they have money, they will pay attention to their image, they will cut their hair, they will take a bath, so they will look much cleaner. Uncle Xiao, am I right? Yin Yin tilted her little head and looked at Fu Xinghan.

Fu Xinghan smiled bitterly and touched Yin Yin's little head: "It's the first time I've heard such a comparison, but it makes sense to think about it." ”

"Then Uncle Xiao, you must have published a lot of books, right?" Yin Yin felt that Fu Xinghan in front of her was white and clean, so she thought that he was a rich writer who had published a lot of books.

"Okay, do you judge the success of this writer by whether it is clean or not?"

"It's one thing, Uncle Xiao, what books have you published, I'll go to the library to borrow the books you wrote in the future." Yin Yin looked up at Fu Xinghan.

Fu Xinghan was defenseless by these words, he didn't even think about what books he had written, so he could only improvise nonsense: "I used to mainly write some short stories, fairy tales, fables and the like. ”

"Is it something like Grimm's fairy tales, Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales, Aesop's Fables, or something like that?" Yin Yin looked at Fu Xinghan curiously.

"Well, almost." Fu Xinghan searched his stomach and thought of some fairy tales he was familiar with, and then changed the names of these stories slightly: "For example, "The Son of the Mountain", "The Little Green Hat", "The Little Boy Who Sold Lighters", "The Fox is Coming", "The Black Girl", "The Toad Prince" and so on. ”

"How do the names of your stories resemble those famous books? Did you copy them? The more Yin Yin listened, the more strange she felt.

"It's not plagiarism, it's a reference, it's an improvement, the predecessors planted trees and the descendants enjoyed the shade, we can stand on the shoulders of giants. This is the first step to every writer's success. Fu Xinghan explained cheekily.

"How do I think you look like a big liar, I won't talk to you anymore, I'm going to do my homework." Yin Yin glanced at Fu Xinghan disdainfully, then turned her head and walked towards the back room.

Fu Xinghan stood stunned, staring blankly at the little girl's back, and said to himself: "Oh my God, I was almost planted in the hands of an eight-year-old child. ”

The landlady came over with a fruit bowl: "Hey, where is the little girl?" ”

"She went to her room to do her homework." Fu Xinghan smiled awkwardly at the landlady.

"Oh, I waited two weeks for you to come, why didn't I say a few words and left, this little girl is really. Come on, come on, Mr. Xiao eats fruit. ”

"No, thank you." Fu Xinghan felt that his face was panicked, and he wanted to flee from here quickly: "Landlady, is the meal ready, I'll go upstairs first." ”

"Oh, it's already good, I specially cooked two more dishes today, and the little brother has already taken them just now."

"Thank you so much, then I'll go up to dinner." Fu Xinghan hurriedly said goodbye to the landlady.

After Fu Xinghan left, the landlady walked into the back room: "Yin Yin, how is this Uncle Xiao, you can learn more from him to learn writing in the future." ”

"Mom, I think this Mr. Xiao is a big liar, he is not a writer at all." Yin Yin looked disdainful.

"Don't talk nonsense, children don't make fun of being blind. She is a great writer, and she is going to write a big book about Chinese women. ”

"Mom, he must have lied to you, the editor-in-chief of a publishing house is blind to publish the books he just told me, I know he is lying as soon as I hear it."

"He just told you he wrote those books?"

Yin Yin tilted her head and recalled: "He said that he wrote "The Son of the Mountain", "The Little Green Hat", "The Little Boy Who Sold Lighters", "The Fox is Coming", "The Black Girl", "The Toad Prince" These stories, aren't these imitations of "The Daughter of the Sea", "Little Red Riding Hood", "The Little Match Girl", "The Wolf is Coming", "Cinderella", "The Frog Prince" These fairy tales? He thought that children were very easy to deceive, hmph, he thought I was a fool, but in fact he was a big fool, a big liar. ”

When the landlady heard her daughter say this, she couldn't help but be a little suspicious of this Xiao writer: "Probably not, right?" ”

Although today's dinner is rich in dishes, there are three dishes and one soup, there are fried shrimp, plum cabbage button meat, green pepper and white silk plus a seaweed egg flower soup, and the color and flavor are complete, Qin Shouyi and A Hui couldn't help but fly with chopsticks and eat with relish when they saw these dishes, but Fu Xinghan looked at these dishes, but he was a little absent-minded, Yin Yin's questioning just now made him worry a lot, he, a battle-hardened liar, was actually pierced by an eight-year-old little girl, and he felt an unprecedented horror in his heart.

Fu Xinghan put down the chopsticks after eating a few bites, then sat aside, picked up a few newspapers he had just bought, and flipped through them casually, and suddenly he saw a column in the "Central Daily" "The Garden of Scholars" published a literary salon where some writers got together recently, introducing the situation of some writers, Fu Xinghan read carefully, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After dinner, the three of them went downstairs, Fu Xinghan knocked on the door of the landlady's house, and the landlady saw that it was Fu Xinghan, and her attitude seemed to be much colder: "Oh, Mr. Xiao, are you in trouble?" ”

Fu Xinghan smiled: "Mrs. Wu, is your daughter at home?" I want to clarify something with her. ”

"Oh, you're looking for Yinyin, she's still reading in the house." The landlady replied coldly.

Fu Xinghan saw that the landlady's attitude towards him turned cold, and knew that the landlady must have known Yin Yin's evaluation of herself, so he explained with a smile: "I think she must have misunderstood me just now, blame me, I like to joke, I just made a joke with Yin Yin, but she took it seriously, I will explain it to her now, otherwise her misunderstanding of me will become deeper and deeper." ”

"Misunderstanding? Yin Yin misunderstood you? Then wait a minute! Seeing that Fu Xinghan was sincere and wanted to explain to her, the landlady hurriedly shouted inside: "Yinyin, come out quickly, Mr. Xiao is here." ”

Yin Yin walked out of the back room with an indifferent face: "What's the matter, Writer Xiao?" ”

"Yin Yin, I was joking with you just now, you took it seriously, didn't you, I thought I was a big liar, in fact, I was really a writer, I have been writing some essays and short stories, these days some of our colleagues are together to hold a literary salon, I didn't expect the newspaper to be published."

Fu Xinghan said, pointing out the report to Yin Yin, who picked up the newspaper and read it as if she didn't believe it.

"That sea breeze is my pen name, in fact, I have several pen names, like Little Candle, Reed Pole, Gravel, I have used these pen names." Fu Xinghan hurriedly recited a few pen names.

Yin Yin turned her anger into joy at this time: "Writer Xiao, you are really naughty, you have so many pen names by yourself. Yin Yin showed the newspaper to Mrs. Wu: "Mom, look, here is Mr. Xiao's introduction, I will read it to you, Hai Feng, formerly known as Xiao Jianping, is a writer who has been active in the literary world in recent years, and is good at writing essays and short stories. ”

"Yin Yin, look, I'm right, Mr. Xiao is a big writer." Mrs. Wu immediately smiled like a flower.

"Laugh, laugh." Fu Xinghan finally breathed a sigh of relief, he was really grateful to the person who gave him the pseudonym Xiao Jianping, which was too common for him to resolve a crisis of confidence. Although this Xiao is not Xiao Xiao, how can Mrs. Wu and Yin Yin tell that Xiao Jianping standing in front of them is not Xiao Jianping in the newspaper?