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Seeing Xiao Zhan's face was cloudy and uncertain, Shen Luoying smiled wryly and said, "Actually, I don't quite believe it. Although I haven't written a book, my son has been writing for so many years. He wrote blackboard newspapers and contributed articles to magazines in high school. I wanted to write a physical book, and later wrote an online novel, but I never succeeded from the beginning to the end. After so many years, I spent a lot of money sending mail, printing and copying.”

"..."

Xiao Zhan also sighed. Xiao Yan's behavior made many relatives and friends say: The Xiao family not only produced a college student, but now also produced a great writer.

But now it's good, the college student sold the house, lost the car, lost his wife, and can only go to the construction site to move bricks to earn quick money.

A great writer is even more like a cloud in the sky, far away, not only did not become glory, but instead became ridiculed and ridiculed.

"I've never eaten pork, but I've seen pigs run away."

Shen Luoying sat down and said: "Every time Xiao Yan writes a new book, it takes 2 to 3 months. This time it suddenly became popular, and there is really no warning."

Xiao Zhan also frowned. That time because Xiao Yan didn't care about his body and risked his life to earn money, Xiao Zhan was so angry that he wanted to smash the computer. Looking back now, he couldn't help but fluctuate a lot.

"So if Xiao Yan didn't lie to me, his new book should have started writing when he went to the construction site to move bricks. Only in this way can it become popular now."

Listening to Shen Luoying's naive analysis.

Xiao Zhan took a sip of tea pretending to be calm and retorted: "But do you think this is possible? In our city, how many people can earn a month? He can earn it by writing a novel? Anyway, I don't believe it. .”

Shen Luoying said: "I thought about it all night last night. At first, I was just like you. I thought Xiao Yan was trying to comfort me and said that deliberately. But when I thought about it, there was no reason. Xiao Yan had nothing to do with him. We parents know how persistent our dreams are, and he never hid this from us. When he was still a student, he wrote martial arts novels and submitted them to well-known magazines, but he was ruthlessly rejected. We hide it.”

"Besides, as far as I know, Nalan Yanran is just as persistent in her dreams as Xiao Yan. After she got married, she enrolled in various music and vocal classes. Now she suddenly became popular in singing and singing, isn't it also sudden? So Ah, I was thinking, the dream still needs to be persisted, maybe it will be successful like this.”

"..."

Xiao Zhan couldn't help but fell silent.

That night Xiao Yan cast Nalan Yanran's live broadcast on the TV, and the whole family watched it in shock. Nalan Yanran's income that night was beyond Xiao Zhan's imagination.

"So! Nalan Yanran's dream has come true... We, Xiao Yan, have no reason to keep failing! Listen, Xiao Yan makes Jiajia so happy! If it weren't for the joy from the heart, such laughter can Can you pretend?"

"…Can…"

But this is too unbelievable, Xiao Zhan still can't imagine his son succeeding in his hobbies and becoming a great writer.

"Perhaps it is really God's blessing that Nalan Yanran and his son Xiao Yan's dream came true at the same time."

...

At this time Xiao Yan and Jia Jia came down together.

"The food is so delicious!" Xiao Yan smiled at Jia Jia: "Grandma's breakfast is so delicious, you must eat a big bowl."

Jiajia stretched out her little finger and shook it. "No, no, Jiajia wants to eat 2 big bowls, hahaha..."

A happy smile is contagious. At the bottom of Xiao Yan's life when he got divorced, the whole family was covered in a haze.

Shen Luoying was very happy, she made arrangements for the food, and Xiao Yan went to help in the kitchen.

Jiajia went to wash her hands.

Xiao Zhan lowered his head and took a sip of tea in order to adapt to this atmosphere and to calm down his shock.

...

Xiao Zhan endured it until he was halfway through the meal, and then he asked: "Xiao Yan, I heard from your mother, have you succeeded in writing your novel?"