Chapter 29: A Father's Love Is Like a Mountain

I don't know how long it took, Zhang Xiaoqiang slowly opened his eyes, looked at the white ceiling, and smelled the pungent smell of 84 disinfectant, only then did he find that he was in the hospital.

Then a question came to my mind, what is wrong with me, why am I in the hospital?

After a few seconds, he finally remembered that the badass was done, he had updated two million words in fifteen days, and then passed out in the Internet café.

When he saw the wall calendar on the wall, May 21, he remembered that the bad guy had finished on the night of the 19th, so counting today, he had been in a coma for two days and two nights.

At this time, maybe the book of the bad guy has been blocked, although I feel sorry, but Zhang Xiaoqiang will never regret it.

Give the reader an explanation, give yourself an explanation, and he did it!

The door of the ward came, and Li Xiuju came from outside carrying a thermos bucket.

Seeing that Zhang Xiaoqiang had woken up, he immediately cried with joy: "Son, you are awake." ”

"Hmm. After missing for half a month, Zhang Xiaoqiang knew that his mother must be dying, so he lowered his head guiltily: "Mom, I'm sorry, it's all my fault, which makes you worried." ”

"Hey. Li Xiuju sighed, and then put the thermos bucket on the table: "Child, you are now grown up, and you have your own choices for many things, but no matter what, you have to pay attention to your body, if someone doesn't call you an ambulance, what do you say if you have three long and two short, let me and your dad do?"

Speaking of Cao Cao, a middle-aged man wearing an old T-shirt and dark skin walked into the ward.

"Where's my son?" the middle-aged man shouted anxiously, but when he saw Zhang Xiaoqiang lying on the bed, his face suddenly turned warm and angry.

Zhang Zhifeng, Zhang Xiaoqiang's father.

This year, he is only in his early forties, but because he has been running around all the year round and has a scruffy beard, he looks relatively old.

Throwing the nylon bag on his shoulder to the ground, Zhang Zhifeng picked up the broom at the door and walked towards Zhang Xiaoqiang.

Seeing his father's movements, Zhang Xiaoqiang was frightened, and hurriedly got up from the bed: "Dad, listen to me, I have something to do in the past fifteen days, I really didn't mean to worry my mother!"

"Dad, what are you doing, the child is studying well now, and he has won the first place in the competition, don't you do it to the child at every turn?" Li Xiuju also blocked his wife.

"You bastard, do you know how worried your mother has been in the past fifteen days since you disappeared, she almost went to the hospital, the construction site is now the busiest time, your mother called me and said that you are gone, I didn't even do my job and hurried here!"

Zhang Zhifeng was angry: "Say, where have you been in the past fifteen days, or I will break your dog's legs!"

"This ......" Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't want to tell his parents about writing a novel, and lied: "I recently became obsessed with an online game, and I have been staying in an Internet café all the time." ”

As soon as he heard this, Zhang Zhifeng was even more angry: "Okay, you white-eyed wolf, your mother and I have worked hard to provide for you to go to school, but you play games all day long, see if I don't kill you today!"

"Okay, okay, the child is still young, it's normal to have a playful heart, didn't I tell you, the child won the first place in the competition at school and gave a lot of bonuses!"

"Hmph, for your mother's sake, I'll let you go first, and next time I dare to worry your mother, I have to break your dog's leg!" Zhang Zhifeng put down the broom, and then didn't do anything.

Immediately took out a bag of Zhoucun baked cakes from the nylon bag, Zhoucun baked cakes are local snacks, which Zhang Zhifeng bought from the place where he worked, Zhang Xiaoqiang once ate at a neighbor's house when he was a child, it was full of sesame seeds, it was simply delicious, Zhang Xiaoqiang wanted to ask people after eating, but the neighbor's house was gone, Zhang Xiaoqiang cried about it, and Zhang Zhifeng beat him once at that time.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, Zhang Zhifeng still remembers this.

"Eat, eat, hit you again!"

Zhang Zhifeng glared at Zhang Xiaoqiang fiercely.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart was full of emotion, although his father spoke harshly, he knew in his heart that he actually loved himself very much.

Zhang Xiaoqiang is fine, he just stayed in the Internet café for too long after fainting, and his body was too tired, and now that he has woken up, there is no need to stay in the hospital.

After completing the discharge procedures, the family went home.

When he returned home, Zhang Zhifeng was also full of joy when he saw the trophies and certificates placed in a prominent position in the living room.

Inside the bedroom.

Zhang Xiaoqiang sat in front of the computer and logged in to the Singularity Novel Network.

The badass book is no longer available and has been deleted.

On the TT, the maple leaf's avatar flickered non-stop.

"The sixth year of junior high school, don't update the book of the bad guys, otherwise you will be in danger, you don't know yet, there are several websites with serious violations, which have been seized, and the person in charge has also been taken away by the relevant departments. ”

"I've told the editor-in-chief about you continuing to update the bad guys, and he said that it can be updated, but you update more than 100,000 words every day, which makes me unimaginable, I don't think it's possible to write so much every day, your book has already been written, but it hasn't been sent, right?"

"No matter what, I still hope you can take care of your body, the body is the capital of the revolution! It's really not good, don't update the bad guys, you look at the readers' messages, they care about you very much, even if you give up the bad guys and open a new one, they will support you. ”

"The sixth day of junior high school, I was surprised, I didn't expect that in just fifteen days, the bad guy was really written by you, although I am a rookie editor, but I have been paying attention to the online literature circle for many years, to be honest, you are the author of the most hard work I have ever seen, although your bad guy is not on the shelves, and there is no sales of a penny, but the reader gives you a reward, but there are as many as 120,000. ”

"Originally, the website and the author would split 55/5 of the tips given by readers to authors, but we decided that all the tips from the bad guys would be given to you in full. ”

"If you see my message, reply to me, let's talk about the new book, and ah, the editor-in-chief said, your next book, the contract will adopt a buyout system, and the specific price depends on your beginning. ”

In addition to the news of Maple Leaf, there are also several friend application messages.

The remarks are the editors of Hengyue and China Literature, as well as the editors of several other websites.

Don't even think about it, they must be looking for themselves to post on their website.

Zhang Xiaoqiang hesitated for a moment, neither agreeing nor refusing.

"Maple Leaf, thank you for your concern, I'm fine, I'm home now, the new book, I want to talk about it in a few days, I've overdrawn my body in the past half a month, and I want to rest for a while. ”

Soon, Maple Leaf replied: "You're finally online, I'm worried about death these days, and I thought something happened to you, well, let's rest for a while, and ask weakly, what type of book do you plan to write next?"

"Of course, it's urban, but I'm going to think about the specific type. ”

"Okay, if you have any doubts, feel free to contact me, if I am busy and don't reply to you, you can call me, my mobile phone number is 136......"

"Okay. Zhang Xiaoqiang smiled.

Although the badass book is not on the shelves, his various data, including reader rewards, are obvious to all, and Maple Leaf will also think that there will be other websites to find Zhang Xiaoqiang to write a book.

As for what he will write in the next book, he has not yet figured it out.