After eating supper, Chen Ziang stopped shopping on the Internet and continued to settle down to write novels.

This time he wrote a martial arts novel.

For Jin Daxia's more popular martial arts novels, Chen Ziang's memory is much deeper than that of "Breaking the Sky".

After all, he was a fan of martial arts in his previous life, and later filming, he picked it up and figured out the original work, so that now he writes it very smoothly.

Not only does the plot of the story completely follow the path of the original book, but the writing is also more similar.

In an hour, he actually wrote 8,000 words, almost one-third of the first chapter of the original book.

Most online literary novels are two or three thousand words per chapter, and one sentence and one paragraph can be seen everywhere.

Jin Daxia's martial arts novels are very long in each chapter, tens of thousands of words, and the paragraphs are also thousands of words per paragraph, which is a headache for ordinary readers.

Chen Ziang was interested, and was about to continue writing, when the door of the study was pushed open again.

"Baby, it's twelve o'clock. Shi Jia came in pajamas and a coat, with a sleepy look on her face.

Chen Ziang looked at the computer time, and it was really past twelve o'clock in the morning.

"Mom, why haven't you slept yet? Chen Ziang is helpless, and he is writing energetically.

Shi Jia pulled up Chen Ziang, who was still sitting on the chair, and complained: "Mom doesn't care about you, you can't turn the sky upside down, you promised to go to bed at twelve o'clock, and you're still playing." ”

Chen Ziang was distressed, his parents had a computer in their room and a study, but only his room did not.

The two elders were afraid that he would have no self-control, so they didn't let him put the computer in the study in his room.

"Okay, okay, I'm obedient, I'll go wash and sleep now. Chen Ziang saved the document and turned off the computer.

"What is densely written?" When Chen Ziang kept the document, Shi Jia inadvertently caught a glimpse of it and asked curiously.

After Chen Ziang turned off the computer, he set up the chair and said with a smile: "Mom, I have been hiding it from you before, but now I will tell you the truth, I am writing novels on the Internet, I am a writer, and I will have a manuscript fee in the future." ”

Shi Jia smiled, and didn't care, how could a writer be so good and pay back the manuscript fee.

However, she never hit her son, but encouraged: "Come on, son, mom can count on you to support your old age in the future." ”

"A must. Chen Ziang said, going to get the dishes and chopsticks.

After eating supper before, he put aside the dishes and chopsticks and never cleaned them up.

Shi Jia took the dishes and chopsticks first, and urged: "Hurry up and go wash and sleep." ”

"Yes, Mother. Chen Ziang put his arm around Shi Jia's shoulders and walked out of the study, his mother was really hard, in order to supervise him, she stayed up late with him.

Chen's father doesn't have this treatment, as long as he doesn't come back after working overtime at more than twenty-two o'clock at night, his mother will sleep directly, too lazy to wait.

However, Chen Ziang also admires his father, sometimes the product has to be launched in the past, and the father works overtime until the early hours of the morning or even comes back at four or five o'clock in the morning, and sleeps directly on the sofa in the living room after taking a shower, and does not enter the room, for fear of waking up his wife.

After washing up and returning to the room, Chen Ziang picked up the mobile phone that had been on the table in the room tonight.

The phone screen is black, but the display light flashes back and forth, indicating that there is a message or a phone call.

He opened it and saw two missed calls, and two text messages.

Needless to say, the missed calls were all from the deputy marshal, and they were all made just after 0:00 in the morning.

One of the two text messages was also sent by Dai Shuai, a happy New Year blessing, and the other was a warm one, which was also a New Year's blessing.

"It's a new year. Chen Ziang sighed that he would enter the new year in two days.

After texting back to two good friends, Chen Ziang still felt sleepy, so he hurriedly found a pen and paper and continued to write a novel.

That's all money, compared to the songs he plans to record during this time, it's something that can make money in the short term and predictably.

Therefore, he is not in a hurry to write the song for the time being.

The top priority is to write novels to earn money, then the art exam, and finally the college entrance examination.

In addition, Chen Ziang is also eager for the birth of an aircraft carrier, but not to mention how to persuade his father to come out and develop this super aircraft carrier alone, the start-up capital alone will be difficult for everything.

Dai Shuai has saved his New Year's money since he was a child, and the former Chen Ziang asked him curiously, how much he saved, and Dai Shuai put his thumb and index finger and middle finger together, and made a gesture of raising a gun.

This made Chen Ziang stunned, seven figures.

But that is other people's money, no matter how thick-skinned Chen Ziang is, it is impossible to talk to him about investment before he has made achievements to convince the acting coach of himself.

Besides, even if the acting commander agrees, if he wants to take out the money, his parents will definitely know.

How could you possibly agree when you know it.

Once he disagrees, then he Chen Ziang is a wicked person.

Thinking like this, Chen Ziang was even more diligent and worked hard to write.

Page after page was written.

Such a comfortable and happy family made Chen Ziang, who had worked alone for many years in his previous life, particularly cherished.

Although my father didn't have a good face for him, his heart was full of love.

Not to mention the mother, between her husband and her son, she will definitely choose her son.

It's been eighteen years, and Chen Ziang hasn't really made his mother happy, either in trouble or rebellious, and he is not sensible at all.

Thinking about Chen Ziang, I want to slap him.

Forget it, help you pay off your debts.

Chen Ziang mentioned the spirit of twelve points and continued to write hard.

He wrote Jin Daxia's "Smiling Proud Jianghu", the first chapter has been written, continue to write the second chapter.

As he wrote, Chen Ziang began to get confused, and he didn't know when he fell asleep on the table.

……

Early in the morning on New Year's Day, Shi Jia got up to make breakfast, cooked porridge, hot milk, and fried eggs......

After it was done, it was already half past eight, she took off her apron, washed her hands, went back to the room to wake up Chen's father, and then went to Chen Ziang's room.

At the door of Chen Ziang's room, Shi Jia habitually went directly to twist the handle to open the door.

She only knocks if the door is locked.

It just so happened that the door was unlocked, and Shi Jia pushed open the room and entered.

The first thing she saw was at Chen Ziang's bed.

Well?

The bed was empty, and the quilt was well folded.

Son got up so early?

During the holidays, there are no shows and no activities, so he shouldn't have gotten up so early.

Shi Jia looked away from Chen Ziang's bed and scanned his room.

She was stunned for this sweep.

Chen Ziang was sleeping on the desk in front of the window.

Shi Jia walked over, looked at her son who seemed to be sleeping soundly, and then looked at the paper full of words on the desk.

His son's handwriting seems to be much better than before, but Shi Jia didn't pay too much attention to it, standing aside and looking at his son silently, he still has a pen in his hand, and the words on the paper under his arm are getting more and more scribbled.

Slowly, Shi Jia's eyes turned red and she cried in a low voice.

Chen Ziang's sleeping position was already very uncomfortable, and he didn't sleep so soundly, and his mother's crying quickly woke him up.

Raising his head, he was sleepy-eyed, squinting at Shi Jia, and only stood up abruptly after half a sound, not caring about his sore neck and numb arms, and said in surprise: "Mom, what's wrong with you?"

Shi Jia threw herself into his arms, hugged him and cried: "Baby, you feel sorry for me." ”

Chen Ziang was still confused, and it took him a long time to fully wake up, looking at the door, sweating, the door of the room last night actually forgot to lock it?

"Mom, why didn't you knock on the door and enter my room, I've grown up and have my own private space, you can't keep doing this. Chen Ziang held his numb arm to cover his forehead, no wonder Chen Ziang was becoming more and more estranged from his mother in the past, this mother had to inch in, and when she was close to her, she was unscrupulous, and she didn't treat her son who was seventeen or eighteen years old as an adult at all.

Shi Jia stopped doing it, twisted Chen Ziang's arm meat, and said angrily: "What has grown up, what private space, you were born by me, and your whole person is mine." Do you feel that when you grow up, you don't want your mother, you can ignore your mother's feelings and thoughts, right......?

As she spoke, Shi Jia cried more and more fiercely.

Chen Ziang hurriedly apologized, found a tissue, and helped Shi Jia wipe his tears.

Shi Jia also made the little girl angry, turned her head, and didn't wipe Chen Ziang.

Chen Ziang's head was big for a while.