A good wife should raise her from an early age

Song Yuhui didn't expect to meet a classmate in his class, holding the book Wu Miaohan was very excited, "Yuhui, why are you here?!"

"I, I..." Song Yuhui didn't know how to explain, and directly told her that Lin Haoxi was his brother, the brother he recognized, or that I was just here to help?

Lin Haoxi looked at the stuttering Song Yuhui, "Your classmate?"

Song Yuhui nodded, "En."

"Yuhui, you still haven't told me why you are here?" Wu Miaohan clung to this question, really curious why Song Yuhui would be next to her idol.

Lin Haoxi answered for him: "He is my brother, I asked him to help."

Wu Miaohan was a little overwhelmed, "Brother? Then you are..."

Lin Haoxi looked at her, "Where's your book?"

Wu Miaohan recovered and handed out her book, Song Yuhui took it and opened it to the title page.

In addition to her signature, Lin Haoxi wrote a blessing on the title page of her book: I wish you a happy day and success in your studies.

Looking at the blessing above, Wu Miaohan almost screamed out loud, standing there with the book in her arms, reluctant to leave, and hurriedly confessed, "I have liked your books since I was in junior high school, and I bought every one of them."

Lin Haoxi smiled back at her, "Thank you."

"Yuhui and I are very close at school, and he sits behind me."

Lin Haoxi kept smiling, but the people waiting in line behind for the signature seemed to have some complaints, the person in charge immediately stepped forward and said to Wu Miaohan: "Miss, please go this way after signing.

Wu Miaohan smiled awkwardly, glanced at Lin Haoxi again, and walked away from the side holding the book.

Lin Haoxi has a lot of fans, and most of the people who came to the signing today are girls, more than three-quarters.

After more than an hour, Lin Haoxi raised his head and said to Song Yuhui, "Go and rest first, and come back later."

Song Yuhui said, "Brother, I'm not tired at all, and I don't need to rest."

A somewhat feminine boy took out his digital camera and said in a coquettish tone, "God, I've liked you for a long time, can I take a photo together?"

Listening to his voice, Song Yuhui felt that his bones were brittle. Lin Haoxi calmly pointed to the warning sign next to him, with a faint smile in his eyes, "Sorry, it's forbidden to take pictures here."

"Okay." The boy bent his mouth, Song Yuhui handed him the signed book, he opened it and looked at the words on the title page, "God, your handwriting is so beautiful."

Lin Haoxi said with a smile, "Thank you."

Lin Haoxi signed for more than two hours in a row, and the queue for signings seemed to have not seen the end. When there were 10 minutes before the end, the person in charge began to limit the number of people entering the venue.

The three girls quarreled with him outside, probably saying that they came here by train from a neighboring province, but the person in charge refused to let them in.

After the editor heard about it, he ran over and said something to the person in charge. The person in charge put away the books in their hands and asked them to wait outside.After the signing session is over, Lin Haoxi will be asked to sign additionally.

The three girls happily agreed.

Today's autograph session is over, and tomorrow there will be another event in S City, which will take two hours by car.

When Lin Haoxi went out today, he packed a set of clothes, and after having dinner with Song Yuhui, he followed the editor and drove to S city.The hotel has been arranged, but there is only one room, and Lin Haoxi and Song Yuhui live together.

Song Yuhui said that he would give Lin Haoxi a massage after taking a shower, but when Lin Haoxi came out of the shower, Song Yuhui had already fallen asleep on the hotel bed.

Lin Haoxi dried his hair without even using the hair dryer, for fear of waking him up.Wipe your hair clean, turn off the headlights in the room, and only turn on the small light by the bed.Under the dim light, Song Yuhui leaned sideways, his eyelashes drooping slightly, his bangs drooping between his brows, his skin was a light wheat color, and his face was so delicate no matter how he looked.

Lin Haoxi lay down on the bed softly, lying beside him, with her arms behind his back, bent down, and kissed him between the eyebrows.

Song Yuhui slept soundly and did not wake up because of Lin Haoxi's kiss.

The next morning, after Song Yuhui woke up at six o'clock, he lay on the bed and waited for Lin Haoxi to wake up.

The signing session started at nine in the morning, Song Yuhui woke him up at eight o'clock on time, washed up and had breakfast for half an hour.It was only 45:[-] when we arrived at the exhibition not far from here.

The signing session ended at twelve o'clock, and the publisher invited the host to a big meal to celebrate.

On the way back after dinner, Qiu Yue talked to Lin Haoxi about the contract renewal in the car.Qiu Yue can be said to be Lin Haoxi's bole. Qiu Yue, who had just become an editor five years ago, only had a few tepid authors. Later, she discovered Lin Haoxi and talked to him in detail after reading his articles. It was found that he was only 15 years old and a junior high school student.

Qiu Yue didn't doubt Lin Haoxi's works because of his young age, but strongly recommended him to the editor-in-chief, and intended to make him a popular youth writer like Han Han and Guo Jingming.

Lin Haoxi's first published book exceeded their expectations, selling 15 copies a month, which is a very good achievement for a new author.

Afterwards, the publisher signed a mutual agreement with Lin Haoxi, which is valid for five years.This year happens to be the fifth year, and after December, the previously signed agreement will expire.

Qiu Yue's offer was very generous, "I fought with the higher-ups. If you can renew the contract, the royalties for the next book can be raised to 14%. I think this figure should be relatively rare in the industry."

Lin Haoxi replied: "I still have to think about the renewal of the contract. After all, I don't intend to take writing as a job."

"You don't have to worry about this. I don't intend to restrict you after the contract renewal, so you can take this career as your interest. Besides, readers may not like what you force to write, and it will be a waste of time." field."

Qiu Yue is already very kind to the author in the ranks of editors, at least he will not urge manuscripts every now and then, which Lin Haoxi can trust.

Lin Haoxi was leaned on the back of the chair, "Sister Qiu, give me time to think about it, and I'll give you an answer in a few days."

"Okay, no problem." Sister Qiu raised her eyes, and suddenly remembered something, "Did other publishers come to you?"

"En." Lin Haoxi said truthfully that publishing houses have been looking for him one after another since a few years ago, but it's normal, he is a cash cow for publishing houses, and any publishing house will rush to get him.

"The conditions offered are also very generous?" Qiu Yue asked tentatively.

"It's okay, it sounds attractive."

Qiu Yue smiled wryly, "Some seemingly attractive conditions are always semi-deceptive. On the one hand, the good ones are exaggerated, but on the other hand, they are avoided or directly concealed. This kind of thing often happens."

Song Yuhui listened from the side, half understanding the content of their conversation, but felt that Qiu Yue was very sharp.

Lin Haoxi was indifferent, and seemed to have gotten used to Qiu Yue's way of speaking, "You can rest assured that if I don't renew the contract with you, I will never sign with other publishing houses."

Qiu Yue smiled, "You still have a little conscience."

Ever since Wu Miaohan knew that Song Yuhui was Lin Haoxi's younger brother, she had been trying every means to find out information, such as asking if Lin Haoxi had a girlfriend, what kind of girls he liked, what he usually liked to do, and what he liked to eat.

Song Yuhui often couldn't answer a few questions, he only remembered that Lin Haoxi said that he liked dumb, stupid girls, and other things, he didn't know what Lin Haoxi usually liked to do, and he didn't even know his favorite food.

After sending a message to ask Lin Haoxi, Lin Haoxi's answer is: I like to do a lot of things, and I like to eat your dishes.

Song Yuhui was speechless. Is this the answer?

The few girls in the class who went to the signing party that day knew that Song Yuhui and Lin Haoxi knew each other, and they all gathered around and asked about this and that.Song Yuhui suddenly became the most popular boy in the class, and every day after class, girls came to talk to him.

On the way back to school, Zhang Weidong and his buddies specially bought a few copies of "Meet From Now", folded them into paper airplanes in class, and scribbled on them with pens.

The kid from the rich family who grew up with good clothes and good food has been the bully of the school since he was a child. He takes pleasure in bullying the weak, and he feels bored if he doesn't bully others for a day.Probably because the classmates in the class these days are very close to Song Yuhui because of Lin Haoxi, Zhang Weidong felt unbalanced and wanted to provoke trouble.

It's okay for them to bully themselves, but seeing them spoil Lin Haoxi's book so much, Song Yuhui couldn't help it anymore, and said to them: "How can you do this?"

Zhang Weidong raised his chin and shot the newly folded paper airplane at him, "The book I bought with my own money, I can do whatever I want, it's none of your business."

Song Yuhui stared at him, "Books are for reading, if you don't like them, don't buy them."

"Tch, the book written by the bumpkin smells like pig feces. Not only does it lower your IQ, but it also stains your eyes. It's disgusting to buy or fold an airplane." As he spoke, he put the half-torn book next to his nose and sniffed it. He sniffed it, then threw it out, "It stinks!" He bent over and made a motion to vomit.

Wu Miaohan couldn't bear it anymore, and said to Zhang Weidong, "Don't touch it if you're disgusting! Who told you to touch it."

"What if I like it?" He raised his chin, with an air of ruffian and rascal.

"As you wish." Wu Miaohan didn't bother to fight with them, so she leaned close to Song Yuhui's ear and whispered, "Yuhui, let's ignore them and let them go. Anyway, they bought the book, and the manuscript fee is also your brother's."

Song Yuhui sat down after listening to Wu Miaohan's words, and Zhang Weidong made a paper airplane and shot him behind him from several positions.As soon as the paper airplane was opened, the word 'pig shit' was written on it with a large pen.