Chapter 303: Mao Mao is Going to Be Published!
After dinner, Mao Mao was on the phone with Su Fei again.
She stood on a small stool, holding onto the telephone cabinet, and chattered away to Sophie about her first day of school.
"...My mother said that I actually have two names!"
Mao Mao excitedly shared her new discovery with Sophie: "Sophie, once I've learned how to write my new name, I'll write it down in a letter for you to see."
“Okay,” Sophie said. “Miss Bailey once told me that magpies are birds that bring good luck and fortune. Mao Mao, your name is so lovely.”
Mao Mao was delighted by the praise, and her toes inside her shoes wiggled happily.
My older brother is a little bird.
Mao Mao is also a little bird.
Mao Mao is just like her brothers~
Sophie also shared the good news with her: "This Saturday, I invited my classmates over to my house, and Miss Bailey agreed. She even said she would prepare madeleine cakes for us."
Although Mao Mao wasn't by her side, she made new friends and no longer needed to talk to Annie every day.
Mao Mao was happy for her: "That's great!"
The two little ones finished sharing their day's events on the phone before hanging up.
After sharing her new name with Sophie, Mao Mao climbed off the stool and huffed and puffed as she carried the little stool back to the corner.
Of course, she didn't forget to sing the new nursery rhymes she had learned that day to her family.
After the children's song was sung, the third wife, who had once been Mao Mao's music teacher, was unusually silent.
Mao Mao opened her big, round eyes and looked at everyone expectantly.
"……good."
Lou Dashuai was the first to respond, clapping his hands and saying, "Our Mao Mao sang really well."
Sparse applause rang out in the small living room.
"Mao Mao is amazing. She memorized the whole song on the first day."
"Singing loudly and confidently, that's good."
Mao Mao smiled sweetly, her round little face full of innocent and pure joy.
"Shall Mao sing it again?"
Everyone: "..."
Lou Yansui coughed and stepped forward, saying, "I also have some good news to announce."
"What good news? Asui, tell me quickly."
“The newspaper editor contacted me before, saying they were planning to publish Maomao’s story, and I agreed.” Lou Yansui took out a sample copy from her bag: “Maomao’s story will be published and available in bookstores soon.”
With a "Wow!", Mao Mao cupped her little face in her hands in delight.
The whole family was overjoyed.
Lou Hongjian squeezed through and was the first to get his hands on the sample book. He flipped through it and found that it was indeed Mao Mao's story.
Since Maomao's story was published in the newspaper, Lou Yansui has received many letters from readers forwarded by the newspaper. Although Maomao is a children's literature, it has been widely praised by both adults and children.
After a long period of serialization, Maomao's story has accumulated a lot of loyal readers like Maomao, and is quite popular. It has also accumulated enough content, so the newspaper is making preparations for publication in full swing.
"Such a good thing, Ah Sui, why didn't you tell us sooner?"
"Yes, that's fantastic news!"
"I knew it! The first time I heard Maomao's story, I knew it was a good story. I never imagined that our family would produce a great writer!"
"Our four young masters are exceptionally intelligent, and the stories they write are also exceptionally good!"
“When I went to Mrs. Wang’s card game earlier, I asked around and found out that many people had read Maomao’s stories. They were all readers of Si Shao’s novels.”
"This newspaper distributes tens of thousands of copies a day, and it's been running for so long that the people of Haicheng are already readers of the Fourth Young Master's work!"
The more they talked, the more exaggerated it became.
Even though Lou Yansui had already been praised before, she was still a little embarrassed at this moment.
He scratched his cheek: "Not everyone reads fairy tales, it's not that exaggerated. I'm just serializing it in the supplement."
"Where's the exaggeration? This is going to be published as a book, which just proves its popularity!"
The sample book was passed around among everyone, each person turning the pages carefully, afraid that their movements would wrinkle the pages.
The newly printed book still smelled of ink; it wasn't unpleasant, but everyone was cautious about smelling it. It was as if taking another whiff would accidentally ruin it.
"The sample books have already been printed, which means there are only a few days left before they go on sale in bookstores?"
Lou Hongjian nudged his younger brother's shoulder: "Ah Sui, you're really good at keeping secrets. Such great news should have been told to us immediately, but you kept it from us for so long!"
Lou Yansui said, "I'm telling you this early because I don't know if it will be published in the end. I'm afraid it will all be for nothing."
"This is Mao Mao's story, even Dad is a reader of it, who would dare to ask it to be left blank?"
Lou Dashuai immediately said, "That's right, I'll be the first to disagree with anyone who tries to stop MaoMao from publishing!"
"Brother, brother." Mao Mao stretched out her little hands, stood on tiptoe and tried to reach up, saying eagerly, "Mao Mao wants to see too."
Lou Hongjian handed her the sample book.
Mao Mao held the book, her eyes wide open, her little hands gently stroking the two characters "Mao Mao" on the cover.
Although she doesn't know many characters yet, she has already learned to recognize Mao Mao's name by listening to her brother's stories every day.
Mao Mao's favorite story is going to be published as a book!
"Brother is so amazing." Mao Mao's eyes sparkled as she looked at Lou Yan Sui with admiration: "Brother is going to be a great writer."
Lou Yansui said shyly, "It's not that amazing, Mao Mao, they're exaggerating."
Lou Heming adjusted his glasses and laughed, "On the contrary, Asui, I think you can be more confident. Maomao's story is about to be published. In the future, it won't just be people in Haicheng who will see your story; it will sell nationwide. How can you not be a writer?"
Lou Hongjian chimed in, "That's right. Once it's released, I'll buy a hundred copies and give one to everyone I know!"
Mao Mao immediately responded: "Mao Mao also wants to give one to a friend."
"Mao Mao, you can not only give it to your friends, but also get Asui's autograph."
"sign?"
“A young reader like you can ask the author for an autograph.” Lou Hongjian unveiled the sample book in her hand and turned to the blank title page: “When the time comes, let Asui write on it, as a gift to the most adorable Mao Mao in the world… Hmm?”
Lou Hongjian blinked.
Rub your eyes and look again.
The author's signature is not needed; Mao Mao's name is already written on it.
Printed in size 5 font, ink on white paper.
One of the sentences reads: "[A bedtime story written for my little sister, Mao Mao.]"
Just now, everyone was so focused on flipping through the contents and admiring the cover and design that they didn't turn to the title page, where Lou Yansui had written a preface.
He had a period of despair and confusion, and it was thanks to his sister's appearance that he was able to emerge from the shadows. Though short, every word is sincere, a heartfelt expression of his true feelings.
Words can be infectious. Lou Hongjian glanced at them hastily and then recalled how his younger brother had looked so depressed and listless when he lay in bed.
His eyes reddened slightly, but he quickly swallowed his emotions and put on a smile again.
"Haha, I'm late! Mao Mao, Asui has already written it on it." Lou Hongjian said with great excitement, "He wrote on it that this is a story he wrote for you. In the future, everyone who reads this book will know that there is not only a writer in this world who writes fairy tales very well, but he also has the cutest little sister in the world."
Mao Mao listened, completely bewildered.
She thought for a moment and said, "Then Mao Mao will write one for her brother too."
Everyone burst into laughter.
Why would readers write messages of appreciation for the author?
"Mao Mao, what do you want to write?"
"Mao Mao wrote... This is Mao Mao's favorite story, written by Mao Mao's most amazing fourth brother! Mao Mao's brother, this—" Mao Mao stretched out her little hand, making a big circle, and proudly said with her chubby little face raised, "—so amazing!"
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