The sunlight poured in wantonly through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and she was immersed in the delicious cat rice, her mouth was still chewing, and her big eyes looked at her master from time to time, and from time to time she looked at the beautiful woman who had been staring at her.

The food was so good, no wonder they were fed so robustly.

Chu Xiao glanced at the book Gu Ziyu was reading.

"Wenxin Carving Dragon"? Chu Xiao has never read this book, but he has seen it in many materials when preparing for the art exam, "Wenxin Carving Dragon" is extremely suitable for citation when writing a small essay in the exam, commonly known as the best pretending artifact.

"Gu Dacaizi, what did Wenxin Carving Dragon say?" Chu Xiao was idle and bored, and came to seek to be crushed by literary literacy.

This is the earliest literary theoretical work in China that systematically analyzes literary creation, criticism, and literary style, and has great guiding significance for modern literary creation and literary criticism. Influenced by the endowment, "Wenxin Carving Dragon" is neat and impressive, the literary style is flying, and in popular terms, it is a beautiful article, and the American text is commented on with the United States, and the readability is also strong. ”

Readability is also strong? Chu smiled, only smiled and did not speak.

"You mentioned before that you wanted to go to graduate school, I remember that the book list listed "Wenxin Carving Dragon" for you, have you read it?"

To tell the truth, Chu Xiao has really seen all of Gu Ziyu's movie lists, although there are several, maybe dozens of movies, she is drowsy while watching, but it can be regarded as having downloaded and played every one.

As for those book lists, Chu Xiao only read the class, what philosophy, theory, Chu Xiao can't read, as for the Chinese, English, Russian and other books, Chu Xiao can't understand them at all, even if he buys the vernacular version or the translated version, he can see it in a fog.

"Didn't you see it?" Gu Ziyu's tone was like a teacher torturing a student who made a mistake.

Chu smiled Nunu's mouth, blinked his big eyes, squeezed into the sofa where Gu Ziyu was sitting, rubbed him, and said with a smile: "People have limited abilities, so they can't understand it." ”

"Then I'll make it up for you?"

Chu Xiao nodded again and again, she was extremely obsessed with Gu Ziyu's literati side, although most of the Chu Xiao he said was not brainless, and he simply admired Gu Ziyu's appearance when he was talking, which made people feel refreshed.

Gu Ziyu flipped through the table of contents, thought for a while, and then said: ""Wenxin Carving Dragon" has a total of 50 articles, which can be divided into three parts: 'The Pivot of the Text', 'The Narrative of the Paper', and 'The Analysis of the Feelings'. There are a total of 24 articles in "Cutting Feelings", which can be divided into two parts: creation theory and criticism. Nineteen essays on creation discuss in detail the creative process, the writer's creative personality and style. There are also five reviews ......"

His shoulders became heavier and heavier, and Chu Xiao leaned on Gu Ziyu's shoulder and fell asleep again.

Was it too late last night? He fell asleep again.

Gu Ziyu closed the book and looked at Chu Xiao sideways, when she slept, she was really well-behaved and cute, her white face was bathed in the warm sun, glowing, like an elf who had strayed into the mortal world, so beautiful that it made people's hearts tremble.

When Gu Hua took the editor-in-chief to find Gu Ziyu in the study, he saw his son, who had always been cold and indifferent to everyone, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, looking at the people next to him dotingly.

Chu Xiao slept lightly, woke up when he heard the sound of the door opening, and saw Gu Ziyu looking at him tenderly in a daze, and he was in a good mood, and kissed him on the lips.

As soon as he turned his face and saw his goddess idol, Gu Hua, leading someone into the study, Chu Xiao hurriedly got up and came out of Gu Ziyu's arms.

"Sorry to bother you." Gu Hua looked at Chu Xiao with a spring breeze on his face, and looked at Chu Xiao with joy, "I'll discuss one thing with Ziyu and borrow him for half an hour." ”

"Mr. Gu really likes to joke." Chu Xiao hurriedly pulled Gu Ziyu up from the sofa and pushed it out, like a supermarket promoter selling goods.

Gu Hua personally took the editor-in-chief Tang Yan back to his old mansion because Tang Yan and Zhou Qicheng made an appointment several times, but they couldn't make an appointment with Gu Ziyu, thinking that Gu Ziyu was busy creating, but he didn't know that he was addicted to love.

There are many rooms in the old house, and although Gu Hua doesn't come back often, she also has an office that belongs to her.

Gu Ziyu is in a very good mood, and it is a good time to talk about work.

After Gu Hua briefly laid the groundwork, he motioned to Tang Yan to speak by himself.

"We plan to hold a writers' class next year, so writers under the group can sign up for it on their own, and we will select writers as fairly as possible in the form of a lottery."

"Not interested, won't sign up." Gu Ziyu refused.

"Actually, I want to ask you to be a mentor." Gu Hua knew his son's temper too well, "Didn't you also encounter some problems in writing?" I would like to take this opportunity to talk to other writers. ”

"I can't teach it." If he is interested in teaching, Gu Ziyu can choose to study for a doctorate and stay in school to become a teacher.

Tang Yan continued to persuade: "Although I am a mentor, I don't really let you teach like in school, but more to share your creative experience." I also hope that you can help more writers find a direction for writing. The quality of our online literature is incomparable, but the development speed is much faster than that of traditional literature, and the quality of works is improved. ”

Gu Hua added: "Since it was your suggestion, it would be better for you to complete it. ”

Tang Yan was ready to persuade, and his words were reasonable, all of which should be said in accordance with Gu Ziyu's thoughts.

Gu Ziyu listened to the whole process, occasionally answered a few sentences, and chatted for an hour, but still didn't mean to nod.

Tang Yan couldn't think of any reason to persuade Gu Ziyu to agree to participate in this event, and under Gu Hua's hint, he could only put down the information and say goodbye, and patted Gu Ziyu on the shoulder before parting and said: "This is really an activity that is very suitable for you, becoming a mentor, whether it is for the group, the author or you, it is a good thing." ”

After Tang Yan left, Gu Ziyu was about to leave, but was stopped by Gu Hua.

"What is your attitude, whether to participate or not?"

"Not interested, not wanting to participate, my attitude was clear from the beginning."

Gu Hua smiled and patted the information on the table.

"You mean to say that Tang Yan's verbal work for this hour is just a waste of saliva?"

"With your rhetoric, it should go well to invite other writers, so it's a practice on me."

Gu Hua's expression sank, and he asked: "In the past, I respected your decision to focus on creation, and I also gave you enough time, my position is going to be taken over by you sooner or later, you can be interested, but the responsibility, when are you going to take it on?" ”

"I'm not interested in your position in the slightest, and it's not my responsibility. If you hire a professional manager, you will be more suitable than me. Gu Ziyu walked out and added before closing the door, "Or you can also take advantage of the time to have another child, maybe he will be willing to take your place." ”