Xi Rubao was almost petrified!
Eighteen years of life wasted, and it’s the first ti hearing that dear mom knows how to draw?
"Sis, did you—did you dial the wrong number?"
The "Xiao Sha" you know, there’s only one, right? Mom, Gu Qiusha?
"Nope," Zuzi smiled at her and continued talking to Gu Qiusha on the phone, "Xiao Sha, don’t you really like drawing gods from ancient myths? I think your drawings of Pangu, Gong Gong, and the young Shennong are quite charming. How about trying to draw Fu Xi?"
"Hmm, the look of Fu Xi... He’s dressed in golden thread clothes, holding the Fu Xiqin and the Eight Diagrams, with such a commanding presence. Can you imagine that?"
"You don’t know how to draw Nuwa, do you? It’s quite simple. Ancestor likes plain white robes, enjoys flower-fernted wine, likes to... casually play with the sun..."
The little crow warming itself on the TV proudly fluffed its feathers.
On the other end of the phone, Gu Qiusha was so excited she was rambling: "Zuzi baby, do you really think the drawings Mom makes are presentable?"
"Uh-huh, they’re lovely."
"But my dear, you’re talking about a subject for a drama, and I’m afraid my graphic novel can’t support such a grand script..."
"Not at all, Ancestor just watched it; the TV drama and the graphic novel are similar in a way, and the novel is even more visual than the script."
"But Mom has never been involved in TV production..."
"Xiao Sha, why not challenge a different version of yourself?"
"I heard Director Ma is quite demanding. Would he really appreciate my graphic novel?"
"Xiao Sha, people twenty years younger than you are getting famous writing stories; why can’t you?"
That sentence reignited Gu Qiusha’s grand ambitions!
Putting down the pen twenty years ago, not winning the highest Empire comics award was always a regret.
A failed marriage buried not only emotions but also wasted her youthful efforts and career.
Having started anew, why not try? What’s there to fear? It’s not like she hasn’t failed before!
Her daughter sees things more clearly than she does!
"Alright, I’ll start drawing! My dear, wait for it, Mom will do her best for you!"
Gu Qiusha’s voice ca through the phone, full of determination.
Beside her, Xi Rubao listened and was completely petrified.
My gosh, the author Sister Zuzi found is really her biological mom!
If her biological mom truly enters the scriptwriting circle, that would be amazing.
See how the Gu Family would still say behind her back that Mom is a useless housewife, disdainfully claiming Mom is a discarded daughter driven out of the house!
"Sis, you’ve found a screenwriter for Director Ma, so the female lead, are you planning..." Xi Rubao held her breath, nervously watching Zuzi.
Afraid Zuzi might say "I think Little Herbal Fish can give it a try."
If so, wouldn’t their whole family beco TV stars?
So nervous, should she agree or politely decline?
Oh, she hasn’t learned acting, she fears she can’t handle it.
Zuzi smiled at her filled with worries: "Little Herbal Fish, don’t worry, Ancestor already has a suitable candidate in mind. Well, Ancestor will finish making this gift first."
With that, she continued sewing and nding attentively.
Xi Rubao: "..." Ugh, Little Herbal Fish overthought it!
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Qingcheng. Xi Family.
Gu Qiusha put down the phone, her mood restless.
Beside her, Gu Yuzhi had just prepared the candlelit dinner.
With the rare occasion of the kids being out, he cooked a steak, made wine-drenched oxtail, and baked cheese vegetables... a proper treat for his sister’s tastebuds.
As he turned around, during the ti she took a phone call, how did she seem a bit off?
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