Everyone listened and listened, everyone held their breath and listened to the progress of the story, so that after Yang's father went to the air, a group of people still hadn't reacted, and it was over? This is the end? They looked at the clock, but found that an hour had passed unconsciously.

They haven't heard of this kind of novel at all, and now all the novels on the market are fierce ghosts that appear when they come up, and then start killing people, but until the time Father Yang broadcasts it, the so-called ghosts still haven't appeared, but the eerie feeling that makes people spread out from the bones can't be dissipated, and people can't help but want to continue listening.

The female assistant also sighed unsatisfactorily at this time, "This is really exciting, the plot is compact, it must be okay." ”

"That's because you think that only works that have been tested by the market can be considered good works, and the book of the ghost fairy has sold 50,000 copies, but what about this? It's just a script written by the grass stage team, and it can't be put on the stage. Li Yang also said unconvinced at this time, he was very unwilling, you must know that for this incident, he spent a lot of money, although he also felt that Father Yang's story was very good, but seeing that his plan failed, he was still uncomfortable.

Everyone dared to be angry about Li Yang's attitude, after all, they still knew Li Yang's backstage, and even Wang Fatzi's attitude towards Li Yang on weekdays, although he would not be low-voiced, he would not put on a leadership posture to point fingers.

But soon, when Father Yang came out of the live broadcast room, everyone led by Wang Fatzi also began to applaud Father Yang.

"I said Lao Yang, you still have such a hand. ”

"I didn't expect you to be a great writer! If you become famous in the future, you will have to invite us to dinner!"

"This story is really your original?

The colleagues around him were talking, and Wang Fatzi came directly over and hugged Yang's father's shoulder, "Old Yang, thanks to you this time, otherwise I really don't know what to do." ”

Father Yang smiled, since he joined the radio station, in fact, he has not been a central figure, although he is also conscientious in his work on weekdays, but he is also one of the many living beings in the radio station, where has he received this kind of attention, and he is also a little fluttery for a while.

This is an experience he has not had since he was born for nearly forty years, but as soon as he remembered that this was still due to his son, Yang's father felt strange in his heart, knowing that this was the effect of replacing his son's name, which was indeed a little unacceptable for him who had a psychological cleanliness habit.

After laughing and talking for a while, Wang Fatzi proposed that everyone go to have supper together, just as a celebration, Yang's father also directly agreed, after a hustle and bustle, he dragged his body back home with a drunken body, he was not in a hurry to go back to the bedroom, but went to Yang Yu's room, looking at Yang Yu who was lying there and had fallen asleep, Yang's father's face also swelled with a smile of relief.

Recently, my son's performance does give people a feeling of growing up, whether it is coming home from school recently to study seriously, or helping me out of the siege yesterday.

"Better than your Lao Tzu!" Looking at Yang Yu's slightly immature face, Father Yang smiled, and then turned around and went back to the bedroom.

And Yang's mother, who had been listening to the radio, got up and said to Yang's father after Yang's father entered the room, "Today's story was written by our son?"

"Yes. Father Yang smiled.

"It's stronger than you, when you chased me, the love letter you wrote, that's called a rotten ......" Mother Yang said with a malicious smile.

This made Yang's father a little embarrassed, in fact, if Yang Yu heard his parents' discussion, he probably couldn't cry or laugh, his ability to write love letters is estimated to be inherited from Yang's father, although it was written by himself before, but it can really belong to the disgusting level.

The husband and wife chatted a little more and went to sleep.

The next day, Yang Yu had a rare lazy sleep, this should be the only time he had the luxury of sleeping in recent years, in his previous life, because of Yu Yi, Yang Yu couldn't sleep all day and night, and the next day he had to get up early to go to the training center, just reborn back, and it coincided with the interview of Neptune High School.

Now that the Sea King interview is over, it is another weekend, so Yang Yu slept soundly this night.

When he got up and was about to wash, he found his parents sitting on the sofa, as if they were about to be interrogated.

Yang Yu also smiled bitterly, he knew that his parents must have been because of yesterday's draft, yesterday's draft should have been successful, think about it, indeed, in the era of the flood of novels in later generations, that hell on earth can still stand out with 20 million hits, that kind of cross-era novel, no matter what, Yang Yu can't think of failure.

"Boy, what's the matter with your novel? Why haven't I heard about you writing a novel?" Father Yang directly slapped the manuscript on the table, looking serious.

Obviously, this didn't scare Yang Yu, Yang Yu sat down with a big grin, and said, "It's just the boredom of being idle a few days ago, and I have an idea, no, I just used it last night." ”

Yang Yu's calm appearance was beyond Yang's father's expectations, in his impression, as long as he put on this attitude, Yang Yu, this kid, would definitely be obedient, how did he know that Yang Yu was so soft and hard not to eat.

Of course, if he knew that Yang Yu was actually a middle-aged uncle who was no less than himself at this time, he would probably be shocked.

Seeing that his routine was useless, Father Yang was too lazy to stretch, he hurriedly looked at Yang Yu, "Do you have a follow-up to this novel?"

Yang Yu thought about it, although he wrote more than two million words in the book Hell on Earth in his previous life, the content behind it has become another style, and the most important thing is that he doesn't have so much time to write these more than two million words, but if he just adapts the first plot of the novel, it will be about 100,000 words, which is exactly the length of a physical book.

He said, "I haven't written the follow-up yet, but I already have a plot in my stomach, and there should be about 100,000 words, and if I need to, I should be able to write 40,000 or 50,000 words in the two days of the weekend." ”

"Forty or fifty thousand words!" Father Yang couldn't help but smack his tongue, this is not copying a book, but writing a story, forty or fifty thousand words in two days, that is not a day to write twenty or thirty thousand? This is beyond imagination in Father Yang's opinion.

However, Yang Yu is indeed copying books, of course, this must not be said, he touched his nose and said, "It's okay, my thinking is quite clear when I write a novel." ”

Father Yang scratched the back of his head a little shyly, wanting to say something but being embarrassed to say it.

Yang Yu immediately saw his father's thoughts, he just wanted to write the next plot by himself, but now that he was about to take the high school entrance examination, Yang's father was embarrassed to let himself delay his studies.

But in terms of the difficulty level of junior high school, the volume is really difficult for Yang Yu, Yang Yu really doesn't need time to review his homework next, so he also said, "That's it, I also have a holiday in the past two days, I'll see how much I can write, Dad, you have to keep an eye on the radio station, and the novels that take over must be prepared quickly." ”

Hearing Yang Yu's answer, Father Yang nodded with some gains and losses, when will he have to rely on his son.

He got up and patted Yang Yu on the shoulder, "It's better to write on the premise of not delaying your studies, I'll go out with your mother to buy vegetables, and today your father and I will make you kung pao chicken with my own hands!"

Kung Pao Chicken is Yang's father's specialty, and it is also Yang Yu's favorite dish, Yang Yu has not eaten it for many years, and when Yang Father said this, his saliva also flowed out involuntarily.

When Yang Yu was washing, Yang's father and Yang's mother also walked towards the vegetable field, which was terrible along the way, and those neighbors who had some intersections on weekdays would greet him when they saw him.

"Lao Yang, I listened to the hell on earth you broadcast yesterday, and it is much better than what you broadcast before. ”

"Yes, I told my daughter that I knew you, but she still didn't believe me. ”

"How is the plot going next, I went to the bookstore today to find it, but I don't have this book!"

The voices of praise around him made Father Yang a little fluttering, he patted his chest, and said with some pride, "This book is our Yang family's original, there is no semicolon!"

He didn't lie, to be precise, Yang Yu is indeed the Yang family!