After dreaming of getting rich, I dressed up as a collapsed idol

"Going to buy books?"

"Well, I bought a few books that interested me."

"Do you have enough money on you? If not, tell me."

As they get to know each other better, Yang Xiuxiu doesn't care as much about what she says as she did at the beginning.

The main reason was that she knew Lu Qingfeng didn't care about these things.

"You still need to grow, don't try to be stubborn."

Speaking of this, Lu Qingfeng felt a little distressed.

His current height is less than 1.7 meters, and he is definitely not satisfied with this height.

The best age for teenagers to grow taller is between 10 and 16 years old, and he doesn't know if he can still grow taller now.

If not, then we can only place our hopes on the inheritance of the Nine-tailed Fox.

"Oh, right."

After taking a bite of Black Forest cake, Lu Qingfeng suddenly remembered something. He picked up the books he had bought and went back home. When he came back, he brought his homework book with him.

"I've finished writing a new story. I wanted to give it to you tonight."

Yang Xiuxiu's eyes lit up, and she didn't even bother to eat the cake anymore, she started to flip it over impatiently.

The above content is still in Lu Qingfeng's style, with inspiration setting and conception at the beginning, and different beginnings at the end, until the final draft.

Yang Xiuxiu started by reading the story.

There are three fairy tale short stories in total this time.

"The Emperor's New Clothes": A long time ago, there was an emperor who loved new clothes very much. He thought about wearing exquisite and beautiful clothes every day and never cared about anything else.

One day, two people came to the emperor's kingdom and said that they could weave a magical piece of clothing. Only smart people could see this kind of clothing, but stupid people could not.

Then, the whole country, in order to prove themselves smart, pretended to be able to see the dress until a child revealed the truth.

It's full of irony.

"What Dad Does is Always Right": There was a poor old couple living in the countryside. The wife asked her husband to exchange the only horse in the family for something.

But what can I change it to?

The wife said, you never make mistakes, just watch and change it.

So the husband traded the horse for a cow, the cow for a sheep, the sheep for a goose, and the goose for apples.

This was known to two wealthy gentlemen, who made a bet that the husband would be blamed by his wife.

As a result, the wife happily took the apple and kissed her husband.

"Although they are poor, happiness itself is worth a lot of money."

The last sentence made Yang Xiuxiu subconsciously look up at the boy opposite.

Lu Qingfeng was eating the cake with gusto, looking happy and satisfied.

"what happened?"

he asked curiously.

Yang Xiuxiu smiled gently.

"nothing."

As he said this, he looked at the last article, "Thumbelina".

Unlike the previous two, this is a story full of fun and imagination.

But the same high quality.

After reading the three stories, she let out a breath.

"How about it?"

Lu Qingfeng asked after finishing the cake.

"They're all excellent. I'll take them. I'm having a discussion meeting for a new column next week. With these three articles, I can talk to the editor-in-chief about allocating more publicity resources to you."

Yang Xiuxiu was also very happy.

The main output of the editor's work is the writers she connects with. She just joined the company and does not have many resources.

The higher the quality of Lu Qingfeng's manuscript, the better it would be for her.

After putting away the homework book, he looked up and saw Lu Qingfeng still staring at him, and immediately understood what was going on.

"These three articles of yours are about 15,000 words long, and the fee is 3,000 yuan. How about giving you a portion of the fee first?"

Yang Xiuxiu said somewhat embarrassedly.

Writers' royalties are not originally paid by editors, and she was the one who paid for them last time.

She had just started working and her salary was probably not high. She might have to ask her family for money to cover her food, drink and rent.

Lu Qingfeng also knew this. Although he felt regretful, it was impossible for him to feel dissatisfied because of such a small matter.

"No need, Sister Xiuxiu, it's my problem."

Then the topic changed.

"Sister Xiuxiu, can you lend me your computer when you're not using it?"