Wenhao: This child has been smart since he was young

Chapter 49: Born with a Baby Voice

"It's all in the past. Your brother is a writer now." Gu Lu quickly calmed himself down. This was standard adult behavior. No matter how close someone was to you, you had to do your best to stay calm.

"I hate this phrase the most, 'It's all in the past', as if all the hurt we've suffered can be erased." Gu Jiayu was quite emotional.

He felt Gu Jiayu lying on his back like an octopus, with tears in her eyes.

The average height of boys in Class 160 is about cm, and Gu Lu's height - a secret, is definitely taller than his sister, so he slightly bent his knees so that his younger sister doesn't have to stand on tiptoe.

The action lasted for about three minutes. Gu Lu's feet felt a little sore. Gu Jiayu, the "octopus", let go of the suction cup and wiped her tears with her sleeves.

"I'm sorry, brother. I couldn't help it." Gu Jiayu dared to vent her emotions only because she saw that her brother now had income from royalties.

As if remembering something, Gu Jiayu continued, "Brother, don't tell Dad about this. What if he steals your money?"

"Of course, I'm not stupid."

Gu's father would not steal the money, but there was no need to tell him that Gu Lu was not his original self and would not think about building a good relationship with his parents.

"Once I get the scholarship, I will treat you to a delicious meal," said Gu Jiayu.

There are scholarships for junior high school? Sorry, I am really a poor student and I don’t know much about it.

Gu Lu looked at his sister. Her fair and tender face was so wet from crying that it looked like a boiled egg with a broken shell before, but now it looked like an egg that had been hit twice.

"I have another surprise, but I can't tell you now." The surprise Gu Lu mentioned was about the Ye Shengtao Cup finals. He hoped to hear good news when he went to school on Monday the day after tomorrow.

"Any more surprises?" Gu Jiayu's eyes were sparkling with curiosity.

"Okay, the surprise is no longer a surprise once you know about it, let's go back." Gu Lu said, and Gu Jiayu took the initiative to move over and stand shoulder to shoulder with him, then put her hand into her brother's palm.

Okay, Gu Lu, take your adopted sister by the hand, oh no, take your sister by the hand, go home.

The house has two bedrooms and one living room - to be more precise, two bedrooms and no living room. The living room is very small, and there is no space left after putting a table. That's why the sofa is placed in the second bedroom.

My sister slept in the master bedroom, and Gu Lu still slept in the old place.

The biological clock woke Gu Lu up the next day. His sister slept in, so he sorted out the day's arrangements.

Let's go to the market to buy some food and prepare a table for my sister.

I went to the fat boss's place in the afternoon to check the submission results.

Running to the fat boss's place is a bit tiring, but it is also progress. Gu Lu doesn't have to walk anymore and can go to Wanshicheng (the van).

"I'm writing an unknown mystery novel, plus I'll write one of The Little Prince. I'll get the royalties and I have to buy a computer..."

Wait, don't be impulsive. Gu Lu thought about the high school entrance examination. He first had to make sure whether he could be recommended for admission, and then rent a house nearby.

Because pulling the network cable now is far less convenient than later, Gu Lu's mind was working rapidly, and his hands were not slow at all. He left a small note and pressed it with the pen holder.

[I went out to buy groceries. I ate some snacks when I got up.]
I went to Jiugongmiao Vegetable Market again and bought half an old duck with sour radish and pickled peppers as side dishes. Finally, I bought half a pound of braised chicken feet and a handful of water spinach.

There are only two of us, and we can't finish any more.

Gu Lu walked back home. The plan was good, but...

The house was empty, Gu Jiayu was gone. There was an extra line of words under the note: "My mom told me to go back, that uncle came to pick me up, I'll play with my brother next time!"

"..." Gu Lu looked at the note, then at the dishes in his hand. He was silent for a while before saying, "This is amazing. There are so many dishes. I can eat two meals."

According to my memory, every time Gu Jiayu came to play, her mother would be impatient to take her away, as if she was a step late her daughter would be contaminated.

Let the children fill the hole left by their parents’ marital discord.

How hard it must have been for Gu Jiayu, who was so young, to be sewing and mending clothes between her brother and her mother?
On the one hand, she kept speaking well of her brother in front of Gu's mother, and on the other hand, she spoke well of Gu's mother to Gu Lu, but...

"I don't know what you'll feel after you know the reason why she hates me, and there's no possibility of reconciliation between her and me." The reason was simple. Gu Lu believed that he was not qualified to forgive anything on behalf of the dead.

Even if you are alone, you have to eat well. After buying all the dishes, Gu Lu stewed the sour radish and old duck soup by himself. It tasted okay because he bought the base ingredients directly.

After eating, I went straight to the fat boss.

You know what, there’s a message in the mailbox!
"It's finally here. Oh my God, the review is so slow." Gu Lu complained again.

"Years of Reasoning" not only approved three manuscripts, but also directly sent an invitation to sign a contract with the author.

[Teacher Gu Lu, your works "The Walker on the Ceiling", "D-Sakagawa Murder Case" and "The Incredible Crime of Dr. Mu Luo" meet the requirements for publication in our magazine. Please discuss the remuneration with the editor in detail.

In addition, your writing style is very unique. After discussion between the editor-in-chief and the editorial department, we would like to invite you to become a contracted author of this magazine. If you are interested, please call the editor Han Zang. ]
The editor’s phone number is posted at the back.

The style is so stylish, what you said is just like speaking.

"Fatty Boss, I'm going to make a phone call." Gu Lu greeted the boss.

"Go ahead." The fat boss said as he closed the door, so that no one else who was playing games could go in and mess around.

After walking to a quieter place, Gu Lu dialed the number on the email.

"Hello, are you Han Zang, the editor of "Years of Reasoning"? " Gu Lu asked.

"Yes, it's me. May I ask who you are?" Han Zang felt a little strange when he heard the boy's voice.

Straight to the point, Gu Lu introduced himself, "I am Gu Lu, the author of The Walker on the Ceiling, The D-Sakapo Murder Case, and The Incredible Crime of Dr. Mu Luo."

"Oh, hello, Teacher Gu Lu, your three works are so unique. I've been an editor for three or four years, but I've never seen anything so unique. Your writing is more like social reasoning?" Han Zang had a strong desire to express himself, and he spoke a lot.

The editor continued, "As for Dr. Luo's article, I am really convinced. Three consecutive suicides by hanging occurred in the same room. There was no sign of any outsider entering the room, but the answer was - Absolutely!"

"If it weren't for your writing style, I would think this answer is fooling the readers, but when you write it, it seems so natural." Han Zang is a reader at this moment, not an editor. "Humans are monkeys."

"I'm sorry, I haven't seen such a unique mystery work in a long time, please forgive me." Han Zang's reader's thoughts were suppressed by the editor's rationality, and he thought about talking about business.

"Teacher Gu Lu, do you have any idea of ​​becoming a contracted author for "Time Mystery"? " Han Zang said, "If you do, I will introduce you to the benefits of becoming a contracted author."

"If you're interested, please tell me, Editor Han." Gu Lu nodded, although he couldn't see anyone on the other end of the phone.

"Okay, before I start, I have a small question," Han Zang said, "Teacher Gu Lu, are you born with a baby voice?"

(End of this chapter)