Xu Aiping smiled proudly and said, "We are so talented, not only able to write lyrics and compose music, but also write poetry and essays. The novel he wrote will be serialized in the magazine "Youth Girl". This is the editor of Youth Girl Magazine."

Nie Haodong looked humble at this time and said, "No matter how well I write, someone must recognize me. Editor Lu is the noble person I am destined to be, so I specially invited Editor Lu to dinner here to thank him for his support."

Li Wenzai also admired Nie Haodong in his heart. It seemed that this guy was indeed a little talented. It was just that his character was a little problem. It was probably because he became famous for his youth and could not keep his heart. He was polluted by this dirty secular world.

Poor, a good child fell into depravity.

Moreover, Li Wenzai also saw that the culprit that the depravity of this guy is probably the big radish Xu Aiping!

Li Wenzai did not intend to argue with Nie Haodong. It was not worth it and meaningless. However, Ren Yingying couldn't stand it and snorted disdainfully: "What's so great? We Li Wenzai also wrote a long fairy tale, which is now serialized in Qingya Magazine. This fairy tale directly increased the sales of Qingya Magazine from 50,000 to 250,000 now. Can your novels be possible?"

Nie Haodong and Xu Aiping both showed disbelief when they heard this. A gleam flashed in Editor Lu's eyes, and he stood up and smiled: "Can this kid be the one who is now hot Shuke and Beta's sitting in Wen Yizai? "

Editor Lu was extremely shocked at this time. Qingya Magazine launched a fairy tale frenzy on Children's Day with an article "Shuke and Beta", and also made Qingya, a magazine that had not made any big noise for two or three consecutive years, with sales soaringly rising!

In just one month, sales increased from 50,000 to 250,000, a full five-fold increase, shocking the industry!

Shuke and Beta's sitting Wen Yizaidao also made a big splash with this book and was called the dark horse in the literary world. However, Qingya Magazine kept Li Wenzai's information confidential enough, and she didn't know who he was!

If Ren Yingying hadn't been able to see Nie Haodong and Xu Aiping's arrogant attitude today and leaked Li Wenzai's information, I'm afraid no one would have thought that the author of that fairy tale was actually a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy!

Genius, what a genius boy.

Li Wenzai sighed in his heart, shook his head and smiled bitterly, but his identity was still exposed. Wen Yizaidao was his pseudonym and the origin of his name, so he simply used it as a pseudonym.

Li Wenzai nodded lightly and said, "Yes, I am Wen Yizaidao."

Editor Lu asked happily: "I don't know if you have any other works besides Shuke and Beta. We young girls are willing to pay high royalties to receive the manuscript."

Li Wenzai shook his head and said, "Sorry, I'm still young, writing a book has made me rack my brains. There are no other works for the time being, which disappoints you, editor Lu."

Editor Lu was really disappointed and said helplessly: "That's a pity. If you have the idea of ​​writing other works, or if you want to submit a magazine after the deadline, I hope you can consider our young girls, and I will get you a high royalty."

Li Wenzai has a good impression of this editor Lu, and nodded and smiled: "Okay, I hope I can cooperate in the future."

With Xu Aiping and Nie Haodong's unwilling eyes, everyone came to a private room. Liu Yumei generously ordered a table of dishes, and everyone naturally felt very satisfied with the food.

Time passed, and a week later, Li Wenzai's songs began to be ranked.

Finally finished the work, Ma Yunfeng leaned back heavily, hiding his entire body in the wide backrest of the sofa.

I calculated that I started to struggle since I graduated from college and am close to my forties. Not only did I marry a beautiful wife, but I had a lovely daughter Ma Yuanyuan, and her career is also booming. Although I am very tired, I am very fulfilling.

But whenever I finish my work, when I am tired, I always remember my hometown in my mind. I think of the mountains, rivers, the simple blind date, the dilapidated but full of memories.

I don’t know how my childhood friends are doing now. There are also the girl whom I look forward to walking by the window every day, whom did I marry for her ignorant first love?

Thinking of his wife and daughter waiting for him at home, Ma Yunfeng got up and drove home.

Yi'an City has become much more prosperous than before in recent years. The most obvious thing is that there are more cars and the roads appear to be a little crowded, so sometimes there will be traffic jams.

In the traffic jam, Ma Yunfeng turned on the radio.

"Dear listeners, after listening to a song that was hurt for love, can you feel the bitterness and sweetness of love? Below, what will be played for you is the work of a young singer, childhood. After listening to this song, I don't know what words can be used to describe it, so I can only let everyone taste it by themselves."

In childhood, Ma Yunfeng laughed.

"On the banyan tree by the pond, cicadas are shouting in summer.

On the swing beside the playground, only butterflies were still parked on it.

On the blackboard, the teacher's chalk was still chattering and writing endlessly.

Waiting for the end of get out of class, waiting for the end of school, waiting for the childhood of games.

...

Dragonflies flew over in the sun, green rice fields.

Watercolor crayons and kaleidoscopes cannot draw the rainbow in the sky.

When will I be like a senior classmate, have a mature and grown face?

Looking forward to the holiday, looking forward to tomorrow, looking forward to the childhood of growing up.

Day after day, year after year, year after year, looking forward to growing up."

Ma Yunfeng was so crazy that he didn't even notice that the driver behind him honked his horns wildly. This song seemed to be sung into his heart, and memories of his childhood emerged in his mind. Tears had fallen at some point and flowed into his mouth, salty and astringent.

It was not until a traffic police came that Ma Yunfeng apologized and started the car.

After Luo Xiao released the latest chapter, he stretched his waist wide, and his bones made a crackling sound, and moaned comfortably.

Today I was inspired and wrote very smoothly. Then take a break, listen to a song, and keep trying to save more manuscripts.

When I opened the An'an music box, I found that there was a new song that seemed very cruel, and it was very popular in both the audition and the comments.

Luo Xiao first clicked on the comments to see how netizens commented.

"Divine Comedy! This is a divine Comedy!"

"I'm not afraid of everyone's jokes. After hearing this, I'm already full of tears. I miss my childhood so much."

"Woooo~~~! My first love, I regret it when I think about it, why didn't I have the courage to confess my love?"

"The smell in the singing is so warm, it makes people involuntarily feel like they have traveled through time and space and returned to their childhood."

The whole article was full of praise and positive comments! Luo Xiao quickly clicked on the trial and listened to what kind of song it was, which made so many netizens say good things.

You know, people are picky. A song sounds very nice to many people, but some people don’t like it.

But there is no negative comment on this song at all, which is almost impossible! It actually caught everyone in one go! If this is the case, it would be awesome!

The singing sounded into his ears, and Luo Xiao's body couldn't help but tremble. He stayed there, and his soul seemed to fly out of his body.

It has been more than four years since I graduated from college and have never returned home. How many times have I returned to my hometown in my dreams and back to my childhood, running carefreely on the country roads, chasing hares in the mountains, and playing with my friends at school!

The pressure of employment and life are so heavy! It seems like I’m back in childhood!

Luo Xiao didn't know when he was already crying, and his eyes were blurred.

Perhaps, I should go back and take a look, look at my parents, look at the mountains and rivers of my hometown, and that elementary school, look at my lost childhood and reminisce about my childhood in my dreams.
Chapter completed!