1979: The child's mother is a celestial being.

Chapter 70 Returning to Literary Creation
"Finally home."

On January 31, Chen Fusheng returned to Jiangcheng with his wife and daughter.

"Baby, we're home! Look where we are!"

"This is my grandparents' house."

Chen Fusheng and his family of three had dinner at his parents' house and chatted about their experiences in Shanghai before returning to their small house before dusk.

The little guy seemed very happy after returning home, and he still wouldn't go to sleep even though it was almost 10 o'clock.

Chen Fusheng looked at his daughter, who was already six months old without him realizing it, and decided to tell her a story.

"Baby, how about Daddy tells you a story?"

The six-month-old baby couldn't understand such complicated words, but he stared at his father with his big, round eyes.

Chen Fusheng wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth, then began to speak as he thought:

"Shuke the mouse was born into a family of mice that were considered thieves, but he didn't want to have the bad reputation of being a thief. So one day, Shuke flew away from home in a toy helicopter, determined to make a living through his own labor."

As he was flying, Shuke suddenly heard a cry for help. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw that an ant had fallen into a puddle. Shuke used his tail as a rope to rescue the ant and then thoughtfully took it home.

"To thank Shuke, the ant patriarch ordered the ants to bring out rice grains, bread crumbs and other food to entertain him."

"Shuke felt happy and accomplished when he did a good deed for the first time."

"After that, he came to a patch of flowers and saw that the bees were worried because they couldn't carry all the honey back with them, so he decided to help them carry the honey..."

As Chen Fusheng was talking, he noticed that his daughter was dozing off, her eyelids were gradually drooping, and her voice was getting softer and softer until she stopped talking.

But when he turned around, he was startled to find that his wife, who had said she was going to take a shower, was still there, holding her pajamas and staring at him.

"What happens next?" Liu Xiaoli asked.

"What's behind?"

Chen Fusheng was startled, so his mouth spoke faster than his brain.

However, he quickly realized what was happening.

His wife was asking about the story of "Shuke and Beta" that he had just told his daughter.

"How old are you? How can you still like listening to these children's stories?"

Liu Xiaoli was unconvinced and retorted with an excuse: "Who said I like listening to it? I'm just accumulating some material. When you go out to work in the future, you'll still have to leave the task of telling stories to the baby to me, won't you?"

Although I knew my wife was just being stubborn, I have to admit that the reason she gave was indeed plausible.

So Chen Fusheng was too lazy to expose her, and the story he was telling to the baby turned into a story for his wife.

"On the other hand, Beta is a pet mouse who is often bullied by the big tabby cat Millie. But after he discovers a toy tank, he is no longer afraid of Millie and even steals her food. Later, Beta feels sorry for Millie, so he also drives away from home in his toy tank."

Upon hearing this, Liu Xiaoli couldn't help but interrupt, saying, "Beta's reason for leaving home is so childish."

"This is for kids. How old are you?" Chen Fusheng was speechless.

"Okay, okay, you can continue." Liu Xiaoli complained, but found it quite interesting.

The following story is about Shuke and Beta meeting outside and the series of interesting little stories that happen.

Chen Fusheng originally planned to play cards with his wife tonight, but he ended up spending the time telling the story of "Shuke and Beta".

"Brother Sheng, where did you hear this story from?"

Where did you hear that?

Of course, I learned it from comic books when I was a child in my previous life.

At this moment, Chen Fusheng suddenly realized that the "King of Fairy Tales" hadn't even started writing this story yet.

So, facing his wife's curious gaze, Chen Fusheng shamelessly declared again, "Of course, your husband made this up on the spot."

"Really?" Liu Xiaoli had a slight doubt because she felt that her husband spoke so fluently, as if he didn't even need to think.

"Did you hear this story elsewhere before tonight, my wife?" Chen Fusheng asked rhetorically.

His question clearly stumped Liu Xiaoli.

Then I remembered that my husband created "Bullfighting" in one night last time, so it's not so hard to understand why he created this fairy tale "Shuke and Beta" for our daughter.

"Is there more?" she asked.

"Yes, it's long, but I'm sleepy. If you want to hear it, we can talk about it tomorrow." Chen Fusheng yawned after saying that.

Upon hearing that the story was long, Liu Xiaoli turned off the light and said, "Then you can write it down when you have time..." Chen Fusheng was too tired lately, so he fell asleep instantly. In his drowsy state, he didn't quite hear what his wife said, but he subconsciously hummed in agreement.

The next day, when Chen Fusheng went downstairs to buy breakfast, he "bumped into" Xiao Xinghai, the screenwriter of "Fangcao" magazine.

"Teacher Chen is back!"

"Hey, you're back. Old Xiao, are you going to visit relatives with all those bags and packages?"

"Why visit relatives? This is a New Year's gift from our magazine to you, Teacher Chen."

“Your magazine sends me New Year’s gifts every year, how can I possibly accept them?”

"It's nothing valuable, Teacher Chen, please don't be so polite. Besides, I've already brought it for you, you can't expect me to carry it back, can you?"

"Since you've put it that way, it seems inappropriate for me not to accept it. So, Mr. Xiao, could you please convey my gratitude to your magazine?"

As Chen Fusheng spoke, he took the gift from Xiao Xinghai's hand.

And invited him upstairs to sit for a while.

"Maybe next time. Work is quite busy at the end of the year, and I want to finish early so I can go home for the Chinese New Year."

"A few minutes won't make a difference. You've come all this way to deliver New Year's goods to me, you should at least have a cup of tea before you leave."

"I'm really not going up there. I'll save the tea for next time. But if you have any inspiration for your novel, Mr. Chen, remember to consider our 'Fangcao' magazine first, hahaha."

"That's for sure."

Chen Fusheng paused for a moment, as if he had thought of something, and suddenly asked, "By the way, does your magazine accept children's literature?"

Xiao Xinghai was stunned for a moment after hearing Chen Fusheng's words before replying, "Teacher Chen wants to write children's literature?"

“I did have some inspiration.” Chen Fusheng nodded. He suddenly felt that since he had told the story of “Shuke and Beta” to his wife and daughter, he should publish it. Otherwise, if Lao Zheng wrote it out two years later, wouldn’t that expose the truth?

“Our magazine has never accepted children’s literature before, but since it’s written by you, Teacher Chen, I think the editor-in-chief will agree. How about I go back and ask.”

"Row."

Xiao Xinghai then asked, "Teacher Chen, how did you come up with the idea of ​​writing children's literature?"

"It's for my daughter." Chen Fusheng came up with this excuse without thinking, but upon closer inspection, it wasn't really an excuse, because he really was telling this story to his daughter.

"No wonder." Xiao Xinghai nodded, understanding Chen Fusheng's original intention in creating the work.

"Have you finished writing it? Or even just a beginning would be fine. I'll take it back for everyone to use as a reference, and I'll bring it back to you this afternoon."

"I haven't started writing yet."

"Ok."

Chen Fusheng then said, "Or you can come find me after the New Year when you're back at work. By then, I'll definitely have written some."

Xiao Xinghai thought for a moment and said, "I'll go back and ask first, and then I'll come to visit again at noon. Teacher Chen, you're not going anywhere at noon, are you?"

"I was at home at noon."

When Chen Fusheng returned home, Liu Xiaoli saw him go out to buy breakfast and bring back so much stuff. She asked in surprise, "Where did all this come from?"

"A New Year's gift from the Fangcao magazine."

"You only submitted one manuscript to them, and they actually sent it to you every year."

"Yes, I'm a little embarrassed."

Chen Fusheng continued, "So I plan to submit the children's story that I told you and your daughter last night to them, and see if they will accept it."

"Doesn't their magazine accept children's literature?"

"I don't know."

"Then what if we don't accept it?"

"If they won't accept it, I'll submit it to a magazine that specializes in children's literature," Chen Fusheng said. "Old Xiao is coming over at noon, so after breakfast, I'll go to the market to buy some groceries."

"it is good."

At noon, Xiao Xinghai brought good news, saying that the Fangcao magazine was willing to make an exception for Chen Fusheng and write a special issue on children's literature.

It has to be said that this decision gave Chen Fusheng a lot of face.

(End of this chapter)