This was also the motivation for him to persist in writing novels, and getting the affirmation and encouragement of others was like developing a treasure trove of the soul, Chen's father began to conceive the plot of his novels, he tried to write several diaries every day, and then revised them repeatedly until he read them smoothly, and then went to bed.

Finally one night, he seemed to get inspiration, picked up the pen and wrote an outline of a story, so that it was like a house laying the foundation, and the back only needed to add bricks and tiles to it every day, which made Chen's father see the coordinates of the light, and his mental energy was much more abundant than before, and he began to create his own story as soon as he had free time, so that after more than half a year of continuous efforts, his first novel was finally written, with a whole book of 150,000 words, when he neatly put this page of drafts into a black bag, and patted it lightly a few times, Satisfied, he fell asleep, he had a dream, in the dream he sat in a very brilliant, very bright room, surrounded by people, some raised the camera to take pictures of him, some handed him a black microphone to his mouth, kept asking him questions, he was sitting on the side, showing a sincere smile, answered one by one, after a while, he walked out of the hall, a circle of people swarmed to him, he hurriedly waved his hand: don't worry, I will sign you all, haha, "The crowd said" I like you, I worship you'

"Tomorrow Can Come From" Chapter 9 The pomegranate that fell on the ground 5 is being hit by hand, please wait a moment,

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