The days when I retired with the queen of music

Chapter 89 The Young Fairy Tale Writer

The boats of the two girls almost docked with the boats of the three of Lu Anzhi one after the other.When the two girls landed, they saw that Lu Anzhi's family of three had gone far away.

The young fairy tale writer and the woman who looked like Zhang Suxin pulled the beautiful and lovely little girl from left to right, and the naughty little girl kept raising her legs and bouncing forward, having a great time.

There were quite a few people on the path in the park, but the two girls couldn't help but feel that in front of the family of three, other people seemed to be the background.

The backs of the two big ones and one small stand out so prominently, like the protagonists in a painting.

"so good!"

The girl who was at the helm before couldn't help expressing emotion.

"Oh, yes."

The girl holding the book in her arms nodded.She suddenly thought again that such a beautiful person must write wonderful fairy tales.

I don't know what is written in "Little Tadpole" that she can't remember the name?
...What was the title of the book that person said at that time?

She was trying to get home in her mind, and she was still trying to remember when she took the subway home.

It wasn't until she got off the subway and walked to the door of the house that her eyes lit up and she remembered: "It's "Little Tadpole Looking for Mom"!"

"Shuhua is back? What little tadpole is looking for mother?"

The old voice suddenly sounded.The door of the courtyard at home was open, and an old man was sitting in the courtyard to enjoy the shade.Hearing the girl talking suddenly at the door, he couldn't help but look towards the door.

Shuhua is a girl's name.Her surname is Lin, and her full name is Lin Shuhua.

Seeing Grandpa, Lin Shuhua smiled and said, "Grandpa, you haven't slept yet?"

The old man said: "No, I can't sleep, just sit in the yard to cool off for a while."

Lin Shuhua complained, "You must have drunk too much tea again."

The old man smiled and said, "Why don't you drink tea? I didn't drink much in the morning, and I didn't make tea in the afternoon. It's just that I'm getting old, and I simply don't feel much."

Lin Shuhua also moved a stool and sat down in the yard.

The old man asked: "I heard you just said that the little tadpole is looking for its mother. What is that? Your theme is very good. I was inspired when you mentioned it. This theme can write a very interesting fairy tale, which is both educational and entertaining." .”

Lin Shuhua had to lament that the old man is indeed a master of fairy tales, and has an unimaginably keen intuition for fairy tale topics.

But intuition is useless.Lin Shuhua smiled and said, "Grandpa, don't think about it, it's already too late. Someone else has already written this "Little Tadpole Looking for Mom."

The old man blinked: "Oh? Really? Which writer wrote it? Why don't I know?" He has been cultivating fairy tales for decades and has been paying attention to the forefront of this industry. I know.

However, Lin Shuhua shook his head and said, "I don't know." Then she suddenly asked, "Grandpa, do you know any younger fairy tale writers who are handsome and sing well?"

The old man said: "There are some who are not bad looking, but they can't be said to be handsome, and the younger ones, the youngest is in their 30s and married."

Speaking of this, the old man suddenly laughed: "Why did you ask this seriously? Why do you want to fall in love and plan to find someone in this industry? That's really unlucky, the youngest one I know also just got married, And by your standards, there is no one who is handsome, young and can sing. You are going to be disappointed."

Lin Shuhua said angrily: "Grandpa, where are you going?! Why do I want to get married?! If you do this again, I will ignore you!"

The old man said helplessly: "Okay, okay, I won't talk about it. Then why do you ask this so hard?"

Lin Shuhua said: "I think there are fish in your industry who slipped through the net, and you don't know them."

The old man waved his hands and smiled, "Impossible, how many years have I been in this industry! This circle is very small, how can I not know the people in the circle?" At this point, he suddenly frowned and asked, "You mean there are people in the circle?" The one who wrote "Little Tadpole Looking for Mom"?"

Lin Shuhua nodded and said: "Yes, and he is very young and handsome, and he sings very well. Don't look at me like that, he is married, his wife and daughter are very beautiful!"

The old man thought for a while and said with a smile: "That should be a newcomer who hasn't published a novel, otherwise I wouldn't know about it. Since you mentioned it, I have to pay attention to it in the future. Nothing has happened in the circle. If the young and handsome rookie becomes famous, I have to get to know him well."

What he said was naturally teasing Lin Shuhua.Having said that, he asked again: "How did you meet such a young fairy tale writer?"

Lin Shuhua said: "Sanwei Bookstore on the other side of Jiu'an Road. I told you, Grandpa. There is a new bookstore opened there. It feels very good and the environment is also very good. There is also a special place in the store where you can sit down. Reading books is like a library. When I saw that person, that person was writing a novel with a laptop in the corner of the desk.”

The old man shook his head and sighed, "It's you young people who know how to play with computers. I, an old man, can't understand even a single finger. Novels can only be written by hand."

Lin Shuhua said: "Grandpa, what is the focus of your attention?!"

The old man smiled and said, "It's all the key points. Whatever my good granddaughter says is the key point no matter what."

Lin Shuhua wrinkled his nose: "Hmph!"

The old man said: "I will also go to that store when I have time, to see if I can meet that young writer by chance, and to see what kind of character my granddaughter says is handsome. What is the name of that store?"

Lin Shuhua replied again: "Sanwei Bookstore."

The old man nodded, and said: "Sanwei... Sanwei... The soup of poetry and book flavor, the history is zhezu, the son is 醯醢, it is Sanwei. The name of this bookstore is somewhat famous."

Lin Shuhua blinked, remembering the old man's words in his heart.Unexpectedly, there is an explanation for the name of Sanwei Bookstore. Compared with her grandfather, she still reads too little.

……

It was completely dark.

After Lu Anzhi sent Zhang Suxin and Xianxian home, he drove back to Sanwei Bookstore alone.

When he left from the gate of Zhuyuan Community, Zhang Suxin told him to pay attention to safety, be careful and slow down, and told him to call to report his safety when he returned, as if he didn't trust his driving skills.

As soon as he arrived at the door of Sanwei Bookstore, he received a call from Zhang Suxin, asking him if he was safe.

"How much do you distrust my driving skills?"

Lu Anzhi asked helplessly on the phone.

Zhang Suxin said on the phone: "Why, can't I ask you? Besides, it's not what I want to ask, it's Xianxian who is worried! Xianxian, hurry up and talk to Dad!"

The fiber that was pulled out as a shield did not respond to what he said, dragging the long tone and thinking: "Um-, um-, dad slowly!"

Lu Anzhi laughed when he heard this: "Okay, don't worry, Dad is not happy. Dad has arrived home safely."

(End of this chapter)