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The miscellaneous voices on the Internet are gone, and all that remains is speculation about Chenyang's new book this time.

"Will Yang Shen's military theme be the same as "Fengshen List" this time?"

"I don't know, he didn't say anything in the microbroadcast, and the only thing I can be sure of now is that this book is written about the military. ”

"Then it shouldn't be martial arts, many people have been grafting martial arts on the urban military recently, will Yang Shen take this road? ”

Some people also went to the official website of the Capital Daily to inquire about the news.

"When will the new book of Yang God come out?"

"What the hell is it like? Can you give us a brief introduction?"

"This is too abrasive, isn't it, why don't you announce it?"

"yes, let's talk about where it was sent, otherwise we don't know. ”

Speculation is everywhere.

Stick.

Official website.

Book Friends Group.

Warm summer micro-seeding.

Almost all platforms related to Chenyang have fans to inquire about the news.

However, unlike in the past, this time, no matter how fans inquire, whether it is an official platform or a private channel, there is no accurate conclusion, and this inconclusive conclusion is not even conclusive except for the novel, and even the place of publication is inconclusive.

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Capital Daily.

Many editors and writers are also asking Wenxia about it.

"Sister Wen, where is Chenyang's new novel published this time?"

"Do you want to come to our metropolis newspaper?"

"Why don't you come to our fiction newspaper, we can apply to our superiors to open a column for him. ”

"We can also have a news newspaper, and there is an entertainment section in the back, so that Mr. Chenyang can write with confidence. ”

There are many people who inquire about it, and there are many people who woo it.

But like the fans, these people also have any accurate news about Chenyang's new book.

Because Wen Xia didn't know what book Chenyang was going to open this time, when she called yesterday, Chenyang only told her not to worry, but she didn't explain anything related to the new book.

What to write?

Where is it published?

What is the general content?

None of these!

Now, the only thing that is certain is that Chenyang's new book will be released on Monday.

……

Family.

Chenyang has been shut down these days.

"Fengshen List" is coming to an end, and it will be double-opened on Monday, so he doesn't want to be disturbed these days and concentrates on saving the manuscript.

He crackled all morning, and at noon, he came out of the room.

My mother was watching TV in the living room when she saw him come out and asked, "Finished writing?"

"Well," Chenyang glanced towards the living room, "where are my dad and the girl?"

"I'm going to your aunt's house, let's go to noon today. ”

"And what are we going to eat?"

"There's leftovers from last night, and rice, you see what else you want to eat, and if you want to eat anything else, you have to go downstairs and buy groceries. ”

"Forget it, let's eat stir-fry. ”

Sitting on the small bench next to the coffee table, snorting melon seeds in the morning sun, my mother watched a new war movie recently, and the little devil in it was fighting with the fresh meat played by Xiao Xianrou to fight against the Japanese-hero.

After a few glances, Chenyang couldn't help but start complaining.

"Where did you have such good clothes in the past, all army green coats, Mom, did you wear such good clothes before?"

Mom replied, "Where are we going to find such good clothes?" ”

"Look, isn't this nonsense? ”

Before the words could be finished, my mother explained, "Isn't this playing the role of a spy who infiltrates the little devils? ”

Chenyang was not convinced, "No matter how good it is, there is no such good, nonsense, pure nonsense, and you see, this kid is a thief, at first glance, he is a spy who has broken into our army, and no one has doubted it yet." ”

Chenyang is talking about a little fresh meat that is very popular in China now, because he has no acting skills, so his expression in front of the camera is very contrived.

Mom frowned displeased.

Chenyang didn't see it, and continued to complain, "Look at you, you still eat white rice, if the war is so easy, everyone has joined the army, who is still fighting for faith, bad review!"

"I'll go, this little girl is white and tender, she hasn't been robbed by the little devils, there are many wounded soldiers in the rear troops to take care of, where is there so much time to wash your face. ”

"Oh, her teeth are still so white, what kind of toothpaste does she use to brush her teeth?"

Mom was annoyed, "If you want to watch it, you can watch it, and if you don't watch it, you will pull it down, and finally your father will come and you will come, and others will watch a TV series crookedly, or you will not watch it, or you will write a copy." ”

Chenyang smiled and said, "How do you know I'm going to write?"

Mom turned around, "You've finished writing your book of "Fengshen List"?"

"No, but I still want to open a book for fans, the novella, it's not long, it's probably about hundreds of thousands of words. ”

In his previous life, he was used to seeing millions of novels, but now Chenyang doesn't have much feeling for tens of thousands of words and hundreds of thousands of words, so it doesn't matter when he says it.

My mother was surprised, "Hundreds of thousands of words are not much?" As she spoke, her mother snorted, pointed to the TV and said, "Don't write such a TV series at that time, it is full of loopholes and is not exquisite at all." ”

Although "Fengshen List" is very popular now, because of the setting, my mother actually doesn't approve of it, and sometimes even ridicules "Fengshen Bang" as a sleepwalking work.

So, don't look at Chenyang, there are many fans outside, and there are people who call a teacher, but in fact, the status at home is not much higher than that of the unemployed homeless girl.

Chenyang pouted, "It's not good, you still watch?"

My mother said disdainfully, "You think I'm rare to watch, if it weren't for the fact that there is an old commander here who I liked for a while when I was young, I wouldn't be too lazy to watch this kind of nonsense drama." ”

"Oh, you're still chasing stars?"

Mom was a little embarrassed to be said, but she was not convinced, "What's wrong with chasing stars? Just allow you to watch those stars, and we are not allowed to have favorite idols?"

The mother and son were talking, and the war began on TV.

A man who looked to be forty or fifty years old was holding a phone at the headquarters and yelling at the front line, "Kill their nest for Lao Tzu!

Although it is only two short sentences, this man in his forties and fifties has performed that sense of urgency, and with the rendering of the war in front of him, the whole picture makes people's hearts tight.

The little soldier next to him ran over, "Chief, Commander Qin has arrived." ”

The man with bruised muscles just now handed over the phone to the guard next to him, immediately bypassed the sand table to greet him, shook hands and said, "Lao Qin, you are here, now the battle ahead is tight, and the enemy has been pestering our troops for two days." ”

While saying this, the old chief took Commander Qin to the map hanging on the wall, "Look, now our troops are ......"

Chenyang was stunned.

It's good, isn't it?

Although he doesn't understand what acting skills are, the transformation of the two attitudes before and after encapsulates the fortitude, composure, self-confidence and other qualities of the military.

Is this still acting?

This is simply a living military possession!

Pointing to the TV, Chenyang asked, "Mom, who is he?"

"Ma Guowei," said, and his mother sighed with emotion, "These are all old actors, and now that Xiao Xianrou is in charge, it is not common for dedicated actors like this to be seen, you look at the one opposite him, oily and powdery, where is there a commander who looks like a commander." ”

Chenyang stood up, and his mother asked, "Why are you going?"

"Write a novel!"

"Didn't you just finish writing?"

"Write another one. ”

"Hey, by the way, what did you write in your other book?"

"You'll know when the time comes. ”

Deliberately sold off, Chenyang returned to the room.

Turn on your computer.

Create a new document.

After pondering for a while, the morning sun crackled and typed seven words: "The Years of Burning Passion"