House Dad's Literary Life Chapter 123

Chapter 123

Today, Mr . Lu from Sahara Publis.h.i.+ng House came to Jiangcheng to visit Yang Yi, but he mainly came to deliver the letters sent by readers in the past half month .

“There are still letters from readers?” Yang Yi once read the book review section and felt that there were many haters in it, so he never visited it again . He mostly learned about the readers’ opinions through Qiang Zi’s mouth . However, when he saw this kind of traditional letter, he still felt quite novel . He opened it and took a look .

“This is because there are still quite a few readers of physical books who may be older, so they still prefer this old way of communication . ” Mr . Lu was sitting on the sofa in front of Yang Yi, his hands on his knees, a little stiff .

Yang Yi still read the letters seriously . He also felt that such letters from readers were very cordial . Moreover, after opening a few letters, not only there were no haters, but they also wrote carefully about their feelings after reading the book . Every hard-drawn character reflected their intentions .

After reading a few letters, Yang Yi came up with the idea of replying to a few letters!

Of course, he couldn’t reply to all of them . Mr . Lu has brought a sack… It was estimated that if Yang Yi was interested in collecting stamps, he could paste the stamps on several books!

In the middle of reading the letters, Yang Yi inadvertently raised his head and saw Mr . Lu sitting on the sofa awkwardly and bored . Xixi looked at him curiously, and his neck looked stiff!

  He couldn’t help smiling and said to Mr . Lu in Cantonese, “Mr . Lu, why are you so nervous? Just relax and make yourself at home!”

In order not to make Mr . Lu feel awkward, Yang Yi has remembered a matter . He went back to his study room, took out a stack of printed ma.n.u.scripts and handed it to Mr . Lu .

“Since you are here, I would like to ask you, Mr . Lu, a professional, to help me see whether my collection of fairy tales is worth publis.h.i.+ng . ” Yang Yi said with a smile .

This stack of printed ma.n.u.scripts were fairy tales that Yang Yi has compiled recently . They were all the stories he told Xixi . There were a lot of them, long and short!  Yang Yi originally had the idea of publis.h.i.+ng these stories, but later, because Mo Fei wanted to read them, Yang Yi didn’t delay any more and took the time to sort them out .

Of course, Yang Yi didn’t know the publis.h.i.+ng situation of fairy tale books in this world . In addition, many of the stories were made up by him according to some frameworks . Perhaps there would be a difference between them and the original version .

Since it just so happened that Mr . Lu was here, he asked him for advice!

Mr . Lu was very surprised . He looked at Yang Yi and asked, “Mr . Yang, do you still write fairy tales?” [1] Zhang Fei was a rough man who does embroidery that was a kind of meticulous manual work .

[2] He was satisfied with Mr . Lu’s sincerity and he will not go to other publis.h.i.+ng house, Just Sarah Publis.h.i.+ng House .