Qiao Lian was stunned when she looked at the thick stack of manuscripts in the drawer.

This bastard boy has been making trouble for a long time, and the lyrics are what he used to play sloppy.

Let's just say, just a few songs, as for writing there every night without sleeping and lighting the lamp for so long? It turns out that this bear kid has written so much.

Tale? What's the story? She had to take a good look, but not something dangerous.

Qiao Lian quickly took it and looked at it, and there was a title written on the first page.

"Adventures in the Kingdom of Ginseng? Is this your name? Do you write fairy tales? ”

Hey, it's amazing, her son doesn't write short stories, he writes fairy tales.

Qiao Lian hurriedly opened it and looked at it, it was a story about a child who didn't like to study, followed his family to put the mountain, and ended up straying into the ginseng kingdom.

The story is novel and unique, through the perspective and experience of the little protagonist, the geographical features, animals and plants of Changbai Mountain, and the local ginseng stories are perfectly combined, interlocking and fascinating.

Qiao Lian just read the first chapter, and she was a little unstoppable and fascinated.

"Son, you are so good that you can write such a good story.

It's just a pity that I don't let me write about this now.

Alas, it's no wonder that you don't let your brother and them see what you write, and if you let people find out, you're going to get into trouble. ”

Qiao Lian sighed, her son's story is first-class in terms of writing and narrative, and from her point of view, it is all excellent.

It's a pity that in the current situation, not only do they dare not publish this story, but they are afraid that even outsiders dare not let them see it.

Now not to mention this kind of fairy tale written by his son, even the story of Fusong ginseng, which was widely circulated in the past, has become a poisonous weed.

What Jiahe wrote, if others knew about it, the Qu family would suffer.

Hearing Qiao Lian's words, Jiahe couldn't help but sigh, but reality could not extinguish his desire to write.

"Mom, do you think there will be a time for the policy to be restored? I don't think it's going to be like this forever, right?

I don't have any other thoughts right now, I just want to calm down and write the story in my head.

As for whether it can be published in the future, I don't want to think about it for the time being. Jiahe's gaze was firm.

This is his dream, he has been thinking about it a long time ago, but at that time he didn't have the opportunity to read and write, and now that he finally has time, he must fulfill his wish.

"Yes, son, there will be a day of change." Qiao Lian was infected by her son's determined gaze and smiled.

"Mom loves the stories you write, it's great.

You are a very thoughtful child, and you have a good brain when you are a child.

Over the years, I have been asking you what your ideals and plans are, but you refuse to say, it turns out that you are going to go on the road of literature.

It's good, it's not easy right now. ”

"Is that good? You can write as much as you want, but there is one thing, you have to give me the finished manuscript every morning, and I will save it for you.

Except for you, me, and your father, it's best not to let the rest of our family know about these manuscripts. Do you see what I mean? ”

The son does have a talent for writing, and Qiaolian doesn't want to kill the child's dream.

She also knows that these will be valuable assets in the future, and she must take good care of them for her son.

These manuscripts cannot be found by others, nor can they be damaged, and things can only be safest and safest if they are placed here by her.

Qiaolian's support and encouragement made Jiahe feel full of confidence.

"Mom, I thought you would confiscate my manuscript and then not allow me to write it."

After all, at this time, the practice of normal parents should be like this.

Destroy all the unstable factors, and do not cause any trouble in the family.

"Like many parents, scold me again."

Jiahe smiled embarrassedly, when he took out the manuscript just now, he was actually full of apprehension, afraid that his mother would not support him.

"Your mother and I, when are we ordinary parents?" Qiao Lian smiled proudly.

The children have their own ideals, and it is too late for her to support them. "Our family has always been the most democratic.

Of course, except for the last time I took down the three of you and didn't allow you to go back to class.

That's a special situation, and I'm afraid that you will be influenced by others to go out and cause trouble. "Well, I have to emphasize that she should not be thought to be authoritarian and domineering.

Jiahe was amused by her mother's words, "Okay, then leave it to your mother for safekeeping."

To be honest, I'm also worried, the more I write this manuscript, and I'm afraid that one day I will let them tear it up or use it as a handpiece paper for me, then my hard work these days will be in vain.

Mom, I can trust you, and I will hand over all the manuscripts to you in the future, and when I need to read them, I will ask my mother for them. ”

Jiahe believes that his mother will take good care of his manuscript and will never damage half a page.

Nothing is more rewarding than the wholehearted trust of children.

Qiaolian is very glad that she has done a good job over the years and has lived up to the trust of the children.

The children are so old that they are still willing to share secrets with her and trust her wholeheartedly.

"Okay, you have to tell me at any time.

It's not too early, you better go to bed early, don't you have to work in the field tomorrow?

Otherwise, you won't have to work, and your family won't be bad for you to earn work alone. ”

Now in the family, except for the three little ones, they all have serious things to do, even if the third child is not working and is idle at home, it doesn't matter.

"Mom, no need, I still have to work, I can't always use my brain, working during the day is equivalent to resting my brain.

Besides, I also have to accumulate some life materials, and a lot of inspiration comes from life.

I don't just want to write this one, I want to write more, not just this kind of fairy tale, I also want to write something deeper.

That needs to be accumulated, accumulated steadily, I understand this truth.

When the opportunity allows, I'll have to go out and walk around. Jiahe rejected Qiaolian's proposal, but still insisted on farming to earn work.

Since the child insisted, Qiaolian was not easy to object, and Qiaolian also felt that her son was right to think so.

Art itself comes from life, and without daily accumulation, what is written is definitely empty and pale, and cannot attract others.

Jiahe's writing is indeed fine, but he is young and lacks life experience, so he can't write too deep things at the moment.

This child is very smart and chose to write fairy tales and describe them from a child's point of view, which is very moving.

Maybe when he is older, has more experience, and broadens his horizons, he will be able to write some literary works with more profound connotations.

To be honest, after reading what her son wrote, Qiaolian is really looking forward to it, maybe in the future, Jiahe will go far on the road of literature.

The children are all older, and each one has his own goals.

No matter what Jiahe wants to do, she should support, wholeheartedly support and encourage, so that the child will go on unswervingly.

"Okay, I'll talk about it later, now you need to rest, it's quite tiring to work during the day, go to bed early."

Qiao Lian patted her son on the shoulder, took the thick stack of manuscripts, and left the West House and went back to the East House to sleep.