We didn't escape the seven-year itch

"Lele, what story do you want to hear?" Song Mingke asked while holding up a copy of "Grimm's Fairy Tales".

The little girl didn't go to bed when it was time to go to bed. She said she wanted to listen to a story, and she could only go to bed after listening to a story.

"No, I've heard it many times." The little girl pouted.

Song Mingke couldn't help it, "Then let me tell you a story about a little fox."

The little girl had probably never heard the story of the little fox, so she blinked her eyes, "But aren't foxes bad?"

"Why are foxes bad?"

"Because the fox is cunning." Lele said, "I have learned a word called 'fox pretends to be tiger'."

Listening to the little girl's words, Song Mingke couldn't help but smile, "Not all foxes are bad. In my story, the little foxes are very cute and well-behaved."

"But I haven't seen it before..." Lele looked at him with bright black eyes, curious.

"Then..." Song Mingke had never seen a little fox, he just wanted to make up a story to lull the child to sleep, he looked at the paintbrush thrown by the little girl next to him, "May I draw it for you? "

"Okay." Lele nodded.

"Then you have to lie on the bed and be obedient." Song Mingke urged.

"Ah."

Song Mingke took a colored pencil, sat by the bed and drew a cute and obedient little fox with a few strokes.

The little girl lay beside him, looking at the paper in his hand curiously.

"Once upon a time, there was a little fox who lived in a lush forest..." Song Mingke said, and replaced a piece of green colored lead to patch up a few big trees around the little fox.

……

Seeing that the little girl finally dozed off, Song Mingke put down the brush, put the little girl on the bed and covered her with a quilt.

"Lele go to bed today, can we tell the story of the little fox tomorrow?"

"it is good……"

After agreeing to Lele to tell her the story of the little fox, Song Mingke had no choice but to continue making it up.Too lazy to write, he simply turned on the iPad and drew while thinking.

After talking on and off for two or three days, he found it very interesting, so he posted the story of the little fox on Weibo.

"Ahhh, so cute!"

"My little niece is so happy!"

"The little fox is so cute..."

……

The response on Weibo was quite good, and Song Mingke also felt very happy.

Within two days, Song Mingke received a private message, "Hello, I'm the editor of Chunya Children's Book Publishing House. I read your little fox story on Weibo. Would you like to ask if you are interested in publishing children's picture books?"

Song Mingke was stunned. He knew this book publishing house, and it was quite a famous publishing house.He clicked on Weibo and looked at it. It was verified by Weibo, not a liar.

Publish children's picture books...

He had never thought about it before. Although he also draws, he has never been exposed to picture books for children...

A little surprised, but more of an excitement.

It happened that Song Mingqi came, and Song Mingke told her about it.

"Sister, do you think I can do it?"

Song Mingqi smiled, "What's the matter, I'm worried that I'm 30 years old and I can't finish it?"

Song Mingke knew that she was talking about her previous work in an advertising company, so she was a little helpless.

Song Mingqi was only 1.6 meters tall. Standing in front of him, he rubbed his head, just like when he followed his sister when he was a child.

"You are only 30 years old, and you still have a lot of time, what are you afraid of, you can become whoever you want to be." Song Mingqi laughed again, "He is also my brother at 30 years old, and he still looks like he hasn't grown up yet. "

After a long while, Song Mingqi said again, "I'm so old, I haven't figured out what I want... But it's okay, I will learn slowly in the future. By the way, I just met Chu Yi downstairs."

Song Mingke was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to say.

"I guess I'm talking to my mother downstairs."

Song Mingqi threw down such a sentence, and went to play with his daughter, leaving Song Mingke standing there alone.

The author has something to say: Thank you everyone.