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

"Qingfeng, is your family short of money?"

Yang Xiuxiu is a very empathetic person. From the moment she realized that Lu Qingfeng had family problems, she avoided discussing this topic.

For many children of this age who have strong self-esteem, having an unhappy family is a very shameful thing.

Now that he saw that the other party was not resisting, he asked out of curiosity.

"I don't know if my family is short of money, but I am. To be honest, Sister Xiuxiu, the day I met you, I hadn't eaten for several days."

Lu Qingfeng smiled and said something that surprised Yang Xiuxiu.

"Where are your parents?"

"We got divorced, and I was awarded to my father. I haven't seen my mother much since she remarried. As for my father, there's no need to talk about him."

He spoke calmly.

I didn't have any big emotional ups and downs in my heart, as I didn't have any feelings for this step-parents.

He was simply stating the reality that his original self encountered.

But that’s not the case in Yang Xiuxiu’s eyes.

What kind of person would talk about his or her parents without any emotion at all.

There is no greater sorrow than a dead heart. Only when one is completely despairing of what his parents have done and chooses to sever the inner affection for his family, can he talk about his own experience with a bystander's attitude.

Choosing to end a relationship is not about hatred, but about being calm.

Hatred is still a glimmer of hope. Lu Qingfeng's attitude is more like treating his parents as a pair of strangers he knows.

What did the parents do?

Let’s not talk about the remarried mother, but what about the father?

Yang Xiuxiu previously thought that the boy’s father was often not at home because he was working outside.

But now it seems that this is obviously not the case.

She wanted to dig deeper, but she suppressed the thought well.

After a moment of silence, he asked.

"Have you had dinner tonight?"

"Ah."

Lu Qingfeng grinned, his fox eyes narrowed slightly, and he smiled brightly.

"We eat in the cafeteria. Our school's admission rate isn't very good, but the food in the cafeteria is okay."

Yang Xiuxiu was infected by this warm smile and couldn't help but chuckle.

Even if you are in the gutter, look up at the sky.

She felt an amazing vitality from Lu Qingfeng.

It seems natural for such a person to write such a fairy tale.

"Sister Xiuxiu, there's another one."

The boy's voice interrupted her reverie. She came back to her senses, smiled, and turned the page of the notebook.

The second story is much longer, at nearly 7,000 words.

Yang Xiuxiu first read it quickly as per her habit, and then began to read it carefully word by word.

Compared with the short and concise article "The Little Match Girl", this article "The Ugly Duckling" has a more complete story structure.

The article's structure is smooth and the story is more readable.

In comparison, Yang Xiuxiu prefers this story.

Moreover, the author wants to express more ideas in this.

Cognitive differences between parents and children.

The newly born ducklings said that the world was so big, but their mother duck told them that the world was even bigger than what they saw.

And the world she thought of was only the size of a farm.

There is also a clash of ideas between the older and younger generations.

The ugly duckling met a short-legged chicken and a gentleman cat in an old lady's house.

The short-legged chicken asked the ugly duckling, can you lay eggs?

The ugly duckling said no.

The gentleman cat asked him if he could meow and emit electricity?

The ugly duckling said no.

The two animals told him that when the wise man was speaking, he had no right to express his opinion.

The ugly duckling said, then I can only go to a bigger world.

When the ugly duckling finally turned into a swan, everyone said he was the youngest and most beautiful one.

The old swan lowered its head in front of him, but he buried his head in his wings in embarrassment, not knowing what to do.

"He felt happy, but not proud, because a good heart will never be proud. He thought about how he had been persecuted and ridiculed, and now he heard everyone say that he was the most beautiful of the beautiful birds..."

The whole story was sublimated at the end, which made her think of Lu Qingfeng himself.

"call."

After reading it, Yang Xiuxiu breathed a sigh of relief. She hadn't read such a good fairy tale in a long time.

"Sister Xiuxiu, how is it?"

Yang Xiuxiu laughed.

“I’ve collected these two articles.”

Lu Qingfeng's eyes lit up.

He still has confidence in these two stories, after all, they are classics among Andersen's fairy tales.

They have all taken Chinese textbooks.

However, the story in the textbook has been simplified. He took out the original text and only made some vocabulary changes to make it more in line with the reading habits of Chinese people.

Now that the manuscript has been approved, we naturally have to discuss the issue of royalties.

Yang Xiuxiu did not shy away from this point.

After a pause, he said, "The minimum fee for children's literature is 180 per thousand words, and the highest is 250. Since this is your first submission, you definitely won't get the maximum."

"But the quality of these two manuscripts is indeed good. I can apply for a fee of 200 per thousand words for you. Is that okay with you?"

Lu Qingfeng agreed immediately.

He was already satisfied.

The royalties that magazines can pay for submissions are all pretty much the same. It is said that writers who submitted articles in the 1970s and 1980s could not support themselves even with the royalties they received.

Therefore, many readers at that time sent money to the author by mail.

I just hope that writers can have a good environment and create with peace of mind.

The bulk of what writers can get comes mainly from printing royalties and various film and television copyrights.

However, most of this money is long-term income and cannot be seen in a short period of time.

In order to see the cash in time, you have to submit your work.

The two fairy tales, "The Little Match Girl" and "The Ugly Duckling", have a total of less than nine thousand words.

According to the routine of most magazines, articles with less than a thousand words will definitely be discarded.

However, Yang Xiuxiu did not do so, but instead paid him according to the number of characters he wrote.

All in all, it amounted to more than 1,700 yuan, which solved his current urgent need.

"I am now in the initial review, and there will be a review and a final review before I can sign the contract."

"But in my opinion, it's not a big problem. The only problem is that you are not old enough now, and you need the signature of your guardian to sign the contract."

Lu Qingfeng frowned when he heard this.

In this case, things will be more troublesome.

Based on his understanding of his gambler father, if he really wanted to get him to sign, he would have no chance of getting the royalties.

Yang Xiuxiu saw his dilemma and said after thinking for a while.

"I'll give you the contract when the time comes. Just have your father sign it and give it to me."

Lu Qingfeng's heart moved.

"I understand. I'll have him sign it."

Yang Xiuxiu didn't say anything else, she knew that the other party had understood what she meant.

"Sister Xiuxiu, how long will it take for the results of the review and final review to come out?"

After this topic ended, Lu Qingfeng turned to ask another question.

"Normally it takes two to three weeks, but if we expedite it, we can get the results within a week."

"You do not want……"

Yang Xiuxiu wanted him not to be anxious, but something suddenly occurred to her.

I remembered that he said before that he hadn't eaten for a long time.

Obviously, he was waiting for the money to fill his stomach.

I felt a little choked inside and felt a little uncomfortable.

Her family is well-off, and she can't imagine what it's like to not have enough to eat all day.

Looking at the boy's disappointed eyes, she sniffed, put on a gentle smile, and said.

"Well, I guarantee that these two manuscripts will be fine. Your situation is special, so we'll make it a special case and advance you the manuscript fee."

"Really? Thank you so much, Sister Xiuxiu."

Lu Qingfeng couldn't refuse this kindness, he needed the money so much.

Yang Xiuxiu asked him to wait in the room for a while, put on her coat, took her cell phone and went out.

When I came back, I took out 1,765 yuan and gave it to him, in both small and large amounts.

Lu Qingfeng took it with joy, tears almost streaming down his face.

Finally, I don’t have to go hungry anymore.