Chapter 222 Another Invitation Arrives
A few days later, Maomao's story was published in the newspaper.
Mao Mao went from waiting for letters to waiting for newspapers.
Lou Yansui submitted her article to a daily newspaper. Every morning, before dawn, the newspaper deliveryman would stuff a thick roll of newspaper into the mailbox, and then the maid would place it on the dining table.
On the first day that Maomao's story was published, everyone who came to the table asked, "Where's the newspaper?"
Fairy tales were in the children's section of the supplement, which was usually overlooked. But today, everyone picked up the newspaper and turned directly to that section with a clear purpose. Sure enough, they saw the first story, "The Adventures of Maomao and Maomao," with Lou Yansui's name printed in lead type.
Mao Mao gripped the edge of the table with her little hands, her little feet dangling in mid-air, swinging back and forth, her eyes sparkling: "Mao Mao wants to hear."
Lou Hongjian pushed away the hand reaching out from the side and held the newspaper high in his hand: "I'll read it, I'll read it."
He cleared his throat and began reading from the beginning.
The whole family has heard the first story before.
Back then, Lou Yansui wrote the story and read it to everyone in the small living room, and everyone was very supportive.
At this moment, everyone pricked up their ears and listened attentively.
The familiar story had been revised and polished, and it sounded somewhat fresh. Mao Mao listened very attentively, and as soon as Lou Hongjian finished reading, she immediately clapped her little hands excitedly until they were red: "Brother is awesome!"
Lou Hongjian: "Mao Mao, do you know how many people will hear Mao Mao's story?"
Mao Mao thought for a moment: "One hundred."
One hundred was the largest number she knew.
Lou Hongjian said with a grin, "Not only that, this is the biggest newspaper in Haicheng, with a circulation of tens of thousands of copies a day. Don't you know how big ten thousand is?"
Mao Mao obediently shook her head.
“Ten thousand is a hundred times one hundred. Today, tens of thousands of people in Haicheng have seen it, but in the future, it may become hundreds of thousands, millions, and perhaps, people all over the country and the world will have the opportunity to hear Mao Mao’s story.” Lou Hongjian said, “In the future, everyone you meet when you go out may be a reader of Mao Mao!”
Oh my god!
Mao Mao has lost count on her fingers.
Lou Yansui said shyly, "Third Brother, you're exaggerating."
"Where is this an exaggeration?" Lou Hongjian looked ahead for him: "Western fairy tales are so popular here, who knows, maybe in the future, Mao Mao's stories will also be translated into foreign languages and become bestsellers in other countries."
Lou Heming also said to his younger sister, "In the future, when you go to France, England, and every place in the world, the children there may have heard of Maomao."
Lou Yansui: "Second brother, why are you like this too?"
If it could spread throughout the world, it would be such a famous work.
Mao Mao was already captivated by what she heard.
She had no doubt that her brothers' claims were exaggerated, because in Mao Mao's mind, her brothers were just that amazing!
Mao Mao's story is the best story ever told, and Mao Mao's brother is the most amazing brother in the world!
After breakfast, everyone else went to work one after another, while Mao Mao ran around the house with the newspaper in her arms.
"Uncle, have you heard Maomao's story?"
"Auntie, my brother's story was published in the newspaper!"
"Sister, this was written by my brother!"
Not content with showing off to all the servants in the house, Mao Mao stood in front of the telephone, holding the receiver, and asked an adult to dial the number for her.
The call was made.
At the Nie residence, the phone rang, and Nie Zhengyun answered it.
"Miss Mao Mao?"
"Uncle!" Mao Mao stood on the small stool and asked him eagerly, "Uncle, have you read the newspaper?"
"newspaper?"
Nie Zhengyun glanced at his subordinates, who quickly brought him today's newspaper.
"My brother's story was in the newspaper!" Mao Mao said proudly. "Uncle, did you see it?"
"Oh, just a moment."
Nie Zhengyun put down the phone, and several literate subordinates came over to help him search through several newspapers. Soon, they found an article by Lou Yansui in a daily newspaper supplement.
"Mao Mao?" Nie Zhengyun looked at the article title and chuckled, "Is this a story written for Miss Mao Mao?"
"Yes, it was written by my brother."
"The Fourth Young Master is truly young and promising."
Mao Mao excitedly raised her little head, her little tuft of hair bobbing happily back and forth.
"Uncle, my brother writes stories every single day, so remember to read them!"
“Okay.” Nie Zhengyun said with a smile, “I will remember to visit Miss Mao Mao every day.”
It's Mao Mao, not Mao Mao.
But Mao Mao was too happy to hear the difference at all.
Holding the phone, she chattered away to her uncle for a long time, even playing a harmonica tune for him over the phone. She only reluctantly hung up when the ladies pointed to the clock as a reminder.
She turned to the next page of the phone book, and the ladies continued to dial for her.
"Hello?"
"Brother Sen Sen".
"My brother's story got published in the newspaper!"
...
"Hello?"
"Grandpa and Grandma".
"My brother is in the newspaper!"
...
After making calls to everyone she knew, Mao Mao was still not satisfied.
She chased after the big white cat in the house, chattering all the way: "Kitty, kitty, my brother is in the newspaper!"
"Kitty, have you heard the story of Maomao?"
"Let me tell you."
"Meow--"
The big white cat twitched its white and pink pointed ears, extremely annoyed, and darted out like a white streak of light, slipping through the open gate into the courtyard outside.
Mao Mao chased after it with her short legs, calling out, "Kitty, wait for me!"
The big white cat darted quickly into a clump of bushes, and by the time Mao Mao ran out, she hadn't seen a single cat hair.
But a familiar face appeared outside the gate.
Shen Zhaolin, with a newspaper tucked under his arm, stood outside the iron gate, about to ask the gatekeeper to announce his arrival. Seeing the little girl run out of the house, his eyes lit up, and he smiled and waved to her.
Mao Mao hurriedly stopped, put her little hands behind her back, stood still, and blinked.
Just now, Mao Mao called all her friends, but not Shen Zhaolin.
Because she had broken off her friendship with Uncle Shen and they had not yet reconciled.
"Mao Mao."
Shen Zhaolin took out a familiar invitation from his briefcase and waved it at her through the iron gate.
His eyes, framed by silver-rimmed glasses, were gentle, and he smiled warmly: "I've come to deliver another invitation to you."
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