I'm just a little white face who doesn't need to fight

Chapter 13
The female editor did not disclose too much information, after all, she had never read "Poetry and the Sea" herself, but watched Mr. Ye and Mr. Liu busy every day, which made everyone dare not neglect.

Liu Zhiqing had no choice but to give up, but the curiosity in her heart had already been aroused.

As a strong business woman, few things can arouse her appetite, but the new article just makes her full of anticipation.

How good is a new article that can cause the entire magazine to be rearranged and postponed?

"Shihan, you can buy "Science Fiction World" tomorrow, they will release it tomorrow." Liu Zhiqing called the secretary and started to work.

The anticipation for the new article slowly fermented in her heart, like a cat scratching her heart.

On the other hand, Chu He, the author of "Poetry and the Sea", played the erhu leisurely by the sea.

He has purchased the second level of erhu skills, and now it sounds even more beautiful. He even recorded it and listened to it himself, thinking about the tune.

The morning was over, Chuhe made lunch, and then studied blowing conch in the cool afternoon wind.

He is now a professional conch master, and he is thinking about creating a score by himself to accompany the theme song for "Poetry and the Sea".

Then the fact is cruel, he doesn't have such a strong creative ability, and if he really wants to create, he has to spend pleasure points to buy skills.

"My pleasure value is just zero." Chu He shook his head, holding the back of his head on the sand, thinking of magazines in his mind.

The editor Liu Qiang has already told him that a new issue of the magazine will be released tomorrow, and "Poetry and the Sea" has been typesetting overnight.

I have to say that the editorial department of Science Fiction World is really irritable, and it has a temperament of "how bold people are, how productive they are".

Chuhe liked it, and he didn't want to wait until next month for his article to be serialized.

"If it's released tomorrow, I have to buy a copy. After all, I'm the author by name." Chu He muttered, listening to the waves crashing on the shore, dozing off lazily.

He didn't wake up until the tide was high, and his crotch was wet a lot.

On the road in the villa area, a girl riding a bicycle waved from a distance: "Hey, Chuhe, have you had dinner yet?"

It's Sumuyan.

She was carrying a drawing board, full of energy, and more lively than an elf in the forest.

Chuhe immediately regained his spirits, and the rich woman came.

"I ate, but for Miss Su's sake, I still know how to cook." Chu He complimented her.

Su Muyan laughed: "Then hurry up and teach me how to draw later."

Chuhe patted the sand and became the little prince of cooking.

Su Muyan is the little princess of cooking skills. She came to watch Chuhe cook specially, with a look of admiration on her face: "Can you teach me?"

"Miss Su, for a princess like you, it's better to stop cooking, it's important to protect the catkins." Chu He turned his face and smiled.

"Hand in hand, what a beautiful catkin, it's disgusting." Su Muyan rolled her big eyes, and didn't like Chuhe's tricks.

She is a very stubborn little girl.

Chuhe has no choice but to do it, let the princess cook.

As a result, the painting teacher became a culinary art teacher, and Chu He taught him all the techniques of preserved egg and lean meat porridge. However, it turned out that Princess Su was really not suitable for cooking.

The scent in the air turned into a strange smell of burnt beard, which made people feel dizzy and headache.

Chuhe reached out to turn off the fire, and looked at Su Muyan with an innocent face.

"Princess, do you still want to learn?"

"I...my name is rice cracker lean meat porridge. Do you know what rice cracker is? It's very delicious...I'm sorry, goodbye." Looking at Chu He's very serious face, Su Muyan couldn't make it any longer, and left the kitchen in despair .

Chuhe laughed, let's start over.

Without Chef Su's intervention, the preserved egg and lean pork porridge was successfully completed, and the aroma in the kitchen could be said to be gushing out.

Su Muyan grabbed the bowl and looked around: "Is it all right?"

"Aren't you tired of eating yet?" Chu He took the porridge out to cool down.

Su Muyan ignored it, scooped it up impatiently, but burned her finger into a blister, which caused her to scream all over the room.

Chuhe is a little dizzy, are you really a senior?Do you want to go back to kindergarten for re-education?

Chuhe hurriedly went to get the medicine and put it on Su Muyan. She breathed out for a while, then went to ladle the porridge again.

"I skipped lunch on purpose, just to eat preserved egg and lean meat porridge, and I will eat half a pot today!" Su Muyan became more careful and could be a primary school student.

Seeing her squatting on the stool like a puppy, Chuhe's eyes sparkled, and he felt a brother's emotion inexplicably.

It's a bit like a younger sister who doesn't grow up.

"Eat slowly, I'll help you set up the drawing board." Chu He said softly, going to set up the drawing board.

Su Muyan's bicycle was directly thrown at the door, and the drawing board was also thrown all over the floor, but it was not dirty because it was wrapped in canvas.

Chuhe went to the seaside to set up the drawing board and set up the palette, waiting for Su Muyan to draw.

However, Su Muyan could really eat it, and after eating half a pot, he moved over with his stomach full: "Oh, I'm so stuffed, it's all your fault, it's so delicious!"

"Pleasure value from sumu smoke +100."

Chu He pointed to the drawing board: "What are you drawing today?"

"I don't want to draw the sea anymore. It's not difficult. I'll draw you. You play the erhu. I'll draw you and show it to my sister." Su Muyan got the benefit of Chuhe, and naturally wanted to repay it.

Chuhe squints, you are such a warm-hearted princess.

He didn't resist, just be a model.

By the way, he can also play the erhu.

After getting started with the erhu, Chu He sat on the stone, the wind was light and the clouds were calm, as graceful as an ancient prince, pulling the strings and playing the pole, his hands were ready to catch.

A song "Cool and Cool", for our Su Muyan.

Su Muyan stared: "Wow, it's only been a few days, and you can sing much better. What tune is this? It sounds familiar."

"The popular song "Cool and Cool", I picked it up casually." Chu He was a little mischievous.

The erhu can actually pull out the tunes of many songs, but the timbre will change, and the happy tune will always have a touch of sadness.

Su Muyan gave a thumbs up: "nice, this one has a future, you can go to the video site to try it, play modern pop songs with classical instruments, maybe it can become popular."

Chuhe gave a compliment when she heard it. The eldest lady is worthy of the eldest lady. She is well-informed and knowledgeable, just like herself.

But it is obviously impatient to toss about commercial value now.

"Let's talk about it, I'm not skilled now, and I will be sprayed to death." Chu He shrugged, "Hurry up and draw."

"Ok."

Sunset West Mountain.

Chuhe's butt hurts from sitting, Su Muyan is finished painting.

Chu He leaned over to take a look and almost vomited blood.

"Is my mouth so crooked? One eye is big and the other is small. What's the matter with this color tone? It's gloomy. I'm afraid it's not the erhu, but the summoning pan, right?" Chu He fired with full firepower, complaining to his heart's content.

Su Muyan put her hands on her hips: "You despise me again! You clearly draw very well!"

In fact, if Chuhe didn't have painting skills, he wouldn't be so picky.

But with his painting skills, he really couldn't open his eyes and tell nonsense.

"Okay, don't be angry, I'm a professional, so I'm more strict, but the painting is actually pretty good." Chu He coaxed and lied.

Su Muyan snorted: "You bastard is getting more and more arrogant, don't forget who took care of you... hiccup..."

She burped suddenly, and the smell of scallion oil from the preserved egg and lean pork porridge rushed from her mouth to Chuhe's face.

Chuhe instinctively took a few steps back and covered his nose.

Su Muyan's belly flushed for the first time.

"No more painting!" She threw away the brush, turned around and ran back to the villa, so embarrassed that she died.

Chu He scratched his arm, Su Muyan, cute.

(End of this chapter)