In the end, Guagua refused, not wanting him to waste his time.
But when they heard that he was the author of "The Story of My Aunt After My Death," Guagua laughed.
You've got good taste, kid.
It saw the serialized article in the newspaper and found it to be quite well-written. As expected of a college student, the writing was really good, and the plot was also full of twists and turns.
By writing female-oriented novels, he has carved out his own niche.
However, compared to seasoned readers like Guagua, the plot, which was quite good in the 1970s, was somewhat bland.
Considering his honesty, it offered a suggestion: stories should be based on real life, such as couples who appear loving in public but betray each other behind the scenes, or the ups and downs of raising children...
Add some embellishment, create more romantic conflicts, such as a contest between the real and fake heiresses, and it will definitely be interesting to watch.
Gu Huasheng's eyes lit up when he heard this.
Guagua would also like to briefly mention the plot about the flower girl, which, along with the real and fake heiress, are essential plot elements in period dramas.
This is a true story written by people of that era. I wonder if it will be more interesting than what people in later generations have written.
At least it's more realistic.
"If you write well, you can not only make money, but also guide people to pay attention to the flower photography industry, which may help many families."
Guagua was genuinely offering the idea, but the author, who was initially cheerful, suddenly looked dejected and sad. Guagua sensed something was wrong.
"What's the matter?"
Gu Huasheng did not hide anything.
He originally had a wife and a 4-year-old daughter, and his family was happy.
He got into university, but his wife, who only graduated from primary school, couldn't take the college entrance exam and stayed home to take care of the children.
One weekend when he returned home, his wife was gone, and his daughter had been diagnosed with heart disease. At an age when she should be full of life, she had to live cautiously, for any mishap could cost her her life.
He earns money to pay for his child's medical treatment.
The mother originally worked in a food factory, but had to sell her job to take care of her child.
The child's illness was a bottomless pit; even after selling his job to pay for it, there was still no improvement.
The doctor said the best solution is surgery, and the sooner the better.
He knew the sooner the better, but he didn't have the money. The surgery fee and the nutritional expenses for post-operative recovery were a huge sum.
Another reason was that the doctor said the success rate of the surgery was not high, so he dared not take the risk.
The child's illness is a latent heart condition, triggered by excessive fright. The doctor said that if the child is lucky, they can carry this condition for life without it ever flaring up.
The source of this shock was her experience of being sold.
She was sold by her own mother.
Her own mother instilled painful memories in her.
Ironically, the person who sold the child never returned.
The wife may be brainless, but she's beautiful. Human traffickers don't care about money; as long as there's profit, they'll sell anyone.
She completely ruined herself.
According to the police officer who rescued the child, she had been sold into the mountains. When they found her, she had already become the wife of two brothers.
The mother refused to acknowledge her wicked daughter-in-law, and the daughter-in-law's family also felt ashamed and refused to acknowledge her either.
She begged herself to forgive her, but he hated her. She had ruined a family and a child's childhood.
When confronted with the reason, she said she wanted to have a son because her daughter was blocking her son's path. This reason was so ridiculous that he wanted to slap her to death.
It's just because I said I wouldn't have children while I'm in school, and now that I have a daughter, I don't want her to have the hardship of raising two children alone.
People without brains can't understand what they're thinking.
A perfectly good family was ruined by such outdated ideas.
He gritted his teeth and didn't hit her, cutting all ties with her from then on.
He gave up on her.
You have to bear the consequences of the stones you moved yourself.
To his surprise, she was rescued by the police, and he ran back to the mountains.
Haha, he doesn't understand, but he respects it.
"This story is wonderful, I like it."
The sudden appearance of a female voice startled Gu Huasheng.
Looking up, I saw a heavily pregnant woman and a group of little children sitting in a row, all propping their cheeks up and listening very attentively.
What he didn't know was that, out of his sight, the bosses were writing furiously; they were the recorders today.
The space has a dedicated bookshelf displaying all sorts of stories, many of which are gossip that Shishi heard. She tells them, and they are written in a notebook as practice for calligraphy.
The games they played were also recorded one by one. With so many themes, if they were brought out, Gu Huasheng would most likely kneel down and call them ancestors.
Gu Huasheng recognized the person as his step-aunt, who was also the mother of the twins.
When did she arrive?
It doesn't matter when she arrived; Shishi continues her commentary.
"If you wrote down this true story, it would be a great novel."
"It would be even more interesting if we added something else, such as the husband cheating or the wife cheating, or the child having a hidden identity, such as her being from a large family and being switched by your mother or wife, etc."
Gu Huasheng's lips twitched.
Why do I feel like you're implying I'm not miserable enough, that I haven't satisfied your expectations?
However, her suggestion is not bad. A storyline with constant conflict and a mix of truth and fiction is more attractive.
"Thank you, I will write it well."
For his daughter's health, he was willing to fabricate an even more tragic story about himself.
"You're welcome. Show me when you're done writing."
"good."
She made money for herself, so this small reward is nothing.
Inside the space, Xie Da was overjoyed to see the newly arrived Story Collection, poking the insects with his big paws as they whimpered.
(Being the boss at home, not having to go out to get a pen, is so great.)
The insects, one, two, and three, remained silent, not wanting to pay attention to the fool, and quietly ate their fruit.
Xie Da went to find two more fish and chatted away, looking quite smug.
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