Chapter 102
Seeing that he no longer denied it, Ye Han smiled and said, "I didn't expect that for a man like you, your writing style is quite delicate, and your choice of subject matter is also unexpected. Keep up the good work, the publishing house is already discussing raising your royalties!"
Su Yuanzheng sent Ye Han away carelessly and immediately ran back to the living room to find his daughter. Seeing Su Miao and Ye Jiayin watching TV together, he swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.
Then he sat aside with a worried look on his face, thinking of asking again later.
After about forty minutes, Ye Jiayin finally stood up and said goodbye to them. Su Miao, who was obsessed with TV, only then noticed his father who was fidgeting beside him.
She asked puzzledly, "Dad, what's wrong with you?"
Su Yuanzheng opened his mouth several times but couldn't say anything. He simply ran back to the room, took out the book "Echo", opened it to "The Day After Divorce, My Ex-Husband and My Current Partner Had an 8-Year-Old Son", and handed it to his daughter.
"Miao Miao! Did you write this?"
Oh no! Was I discovered? My disguise was completely gone.
Su Miao nodded calmly. She was sure her father wouldn't scold her, so she was always fearless when she was favored.
"You...why didn't you tell your dad? You...why did you write such an article?" Su Yuanzheng was a little angry, but he couldn't bear to say anything harsh to his daughter.
"If I tell you too early, won't it make you anxious? It's better to wait until you find out before telling you."
It's going to happen anyway, so let you enjoy it first, it's not too late to discover it later, she added in her heart.
"Miao Miao, this article isn't suitable for children, is it? You...did you come up with this on your own?"
Su Yuanzheng was a little bit incredulous. Wasn't his daughter the epitome of cute, innocent and lively? He felt like his cognition had collapsed.
"No, I heard about it. Isn't this the same thing that happened in the family of the boy who stole my bottle in the village? I heard it from my aunts and sisters-in-law the other day."
"How can they say this in front of the children!"
"They didn't say it on purpose, they were just a little loud and I overheard it. But, Dad, tell me the truth, do you like reading these articles I wrote?"
Su Miao felt that the question had been answered enough and it was time to take the initiative.
Su Yuanzheng thought about it, then nodded in accordance with his heart: "It's quite interesting. After reading the first part, I want to read the second part."
"Dad, my original intention was to find a magazine to submit my work to in order to improve my writing skills. Since I'm going to submit to a magazine, I'd naturally have to find the best one to be effective, right?"
Su Yuanzheng (nods)
"This Echo is one of the top magazines right now. If you're going to write, you should definitely aim for publication, right?"
Su Yuanzheng (nods)
"So how can we increase our chances of being selected? We have to be unexpected and unique, just like our pig offal, which is rare and valuable, so it will be sought after, right?"
Su Yuanzheng (nods)
Seeing his father gradually falling for it, Su Miao nodded with satisfaction. "And this selection of material and writing direction was decided upon after my research. It seems quite correct at the moment. I should continue, right?"
Su Yuanzheng (nods) Hmm? That's not right!
"No! Miaomiao, then how did you write my name? Did you know that your Aunt Ye and the editor-in-chief are old classmates? She mistook me for mine just now, so I guessed it was yours!"
"Aunt Ye and the editor-in-chief are old classmates? I didn't know that. Dad! You won't sell me out, will you?"
Su Yuanzheng shook his head repeatedly. "How is that possible? Dad and you have some tacit understanding. He admitted the matter. Your Aunt Ye is also a regular contracted author for the folk customs section of Echo, so she has to travel so frequently."
"I see, Dad. You know me so well, and you were so upset when you knew I was writing about this topic. Wouldn't others be even more upset if they knew? That's why I stole your identity to submit the article. Will you blame me?"
Su Yuanzheng thought seriously for a moment and said, "You are doing the right thing by protecting yourself. Dad won't be angry. But do you really want to continue writing? Will this have any impact on you?"
"Dad, so many people have wanted to publish in Echo but haven't been able to. I've finally found the right path and have amassed so many loyal readers. How can I give up? Don't worry, this will only broaden my horizons. There won't be any negative impact. This is all legal and compliant publishing."
Su Yuanzheng sighed: "Okay, as long as you think it through, Dad will support you! The only thing is, you must protect yourself!"
Su Miao went over and took her father's hand, resting her head on his shoulder. She said, "Thank you, Dad. With you around, I feel confident in everything I do. So, can I continue to use your identity to contribute to my work?"
Su Yuanzheng patted his daughter's head and asked, "When has Dad ever refused your request?"
"Yeah! Long live Dad!"
Su Miao's loud cry startled Su Yu, who was about to step inside. The two bowls of sweet-scented osmanthus meatballs on the tray almost fell off. He blinked in confusion. Hmm? Did he miss something?
Since the frank talk that night, Su Miao no longer had to secretly receive emails and collect money on his own.
After the remittance slip came, Su Yuanzheng would find time to collect it. He opened a passbook in Su Miao's name and deposited every payment into it immediately after receiving it. This became Su Miao's small treasury from then on.
After knowing that Aunt Ye was a regular contracted author of "Echo", Su Miao admired her even more. When Aunt Ye was free, she would always ask her about different cultures and customs from all over the country.
Aunt Ye also liked to tell her some of the strange stories she encountered during her field trips. She encouraged Su Miao to travel to different places to experience different customs and cultures when she grew up and had the conditions. She also showed her many photos and notes.
The degree of sinicization in slightly remote areas or minority areas is not as high as it will be in a decade or so.
Some customs, language and culture, clothing and handicrafts are all colorful, and Su Miao is very interested. For example, her family is Zhuang ethnic group, and she has seen a set of traditional clothing made of Zhuang brocade left by her grandmother, which is collected in her father's wardrobe.
A dark blue short-collared, right-front, side-opening top with delicate colorful lace embroidered on the neck, cuffs, and bottom of the lapel. The matching wide-leg pants are of the same color and pattern, and there is a pair of cloud-shaped cloth-soled shoes with rolled edges.
In addition to clothes and shoes, there is also a colorful hydrangea collected in a wooden box. It is said that at the March 3rd singing party that year, grandma hit grandpa with this hydrangea.
Decades have passed, but the colored threads on it have not dimmed at all and are still shining brightly, and the little bells on it are still crisp and melodious.
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