"There are fewer and fewer texts to read now."

"The book is good, the writing is excellent, stick to it, and the grades will get better and better."

"It's not like a work written by a newcomer, but the author is a vest (smile)"

Someone below actually agreed, guessing several authors with similar writing at that time.

Writing is easy to identify, and everyone's writing habits are different, the words used, the way of partitioning, and the exclamation sentences are different.

Readers who study word by word can basically see it.

The readers are very cute, Chen Yang didn't plan to answer them, he looked at it and felt better.

Occasionally I saw a swearing post and deleted it.

Today's readers are hard to hear, and to be precise, they may be peers.

Chen Yang updated a chapter, this is a chapter asking for recommendation votes, all kinds of requests, talking, naturally it sells badly, how miserable how to sell, make up stories, or the author is amazing.

sent it, and the number of recommended votes really increased, and in just one hour, nearly a hundred more tickets were added.

Lovely readers, fooled by him, this is the first time, so awesome.

Chen Yang turned on the dog music to check how many downloads of his "Horse Husbandry City" was.

Newcomers, there is no recommendation in dog music, and naturally few people know.

No one knows, even fewer listen, and downloading, is also a fantasy.

Hundreds of downloads, according to Dog Music to download a song for two yuan, only a few hundred yuan, moreover, Dog Music has a monthly package, less money.

"Newcomer, there's no way out."

As with novels, there is no way out for newcomers, unless the work is really good.

There is a message below.

"On the way home, I suddenly heard this song, I thought it was very good, so in line with my mood, I knew this song, my troubles gradually disappeared, and the voice of the morning sun had a kind of cool melancholy and sadness, which was not sensational but easily moved me."

"After wandering for a long time, you will find that the place where you were born and raised has really become far away."

"I still have to go back to the place where I have my parents after I fall, I hate the big city, and I hate myself even more, but will my parents accompany me for a lifetime and be my lifelong dependence, it's really uncomfortable to think about."

"I like this song very much, and I will recommend it to others, hoping that more people will hear the good work (like the smile)."

Good works need time to ferment, and in just a few days, you can't tell whether it's good or bad.

Moreover, the time when the morning sun is set requires money, which increases the difficulty.

Free is people's favorite, and more people will hear about it.

"Hey, there's no way out of the charge."

He thought for a moment and shook his head.

"Didi."

The mobile phone came to send a message, and when I saw it, it was Yang Mumu who sent it.

"The new song is written, listen to it to me."

There was an uncomfortable expression in the back, and it could be seen that she was not in a very good mood.

I guess I've been in trouble lately and can't find a place to vent.

Chen Yang sent a connection to the past, and then waited for the message.

Yang Mumu, who was waiting, was just teasing Chen Yang, the phone vibrate, and when he opened it, there was a connection.

Click on it and enter the dog music.

"Horse Husbandling City?"

"It's a weird title, it's not like his style."

Familiarity with a person, his style, naturally keep in mind.

"Wandering through the streets and buildings

In the heart are horses and hunting grounds

The most remarkable fragility and confusion. ”

Hearing this, Yang Mumu had no reason to be sad.

His eyes were covered with tears, and his voice changed, even more vicissitudes.

Listening to this, she froze.

Fingers, tapping the chin.

The agent next to her saw her like this and pushed her.

"Mumu, what's wrong with you? Who do you think? ”

With sharp eyes, she saw that Yang Mumu seemed to have cried, and her attitude immediately changed.

"Who bullied you, Mu Mu, you tell my sister, and my sister will beat him up for you."

"Is it Chen Yang's little ghost, you tell my sister."

Yang Mumu looked at the agent's angry appearance in a daze, and shook his head: "No, no one bullied me." ”

Take off the headphones and give one to the broker.

The two began to listen to the song, and as they listened, the agent's face changed.

Look at the song again, and the author.

"Is that him?"

Yang Mumu didn't answer, and listened intently to the song.

The agent began to be blinded, she knew Chen Yang's voice, she had heard of it, and she couldn't sing it.

But now it's .......

After listening to it three times, Yang Mumu recommended the song on his Weibo and added a link.

"I like this song very much, and those who like it can listen to it."

After sending it, she remembered that she hadn't replied to Chen Yang yet.

"It's good, I like your new song."

"Thank you."

The awkward chat was cut off by Chen Yang.

It's going to hurt your head if you get what needs to be done and keep going.

When your fingers are tired, it's time to move.

The stretching exercise begins, twisting the neck, and moving the muscles and bones.

The little girl sat on the bed and watched her father do sports curiously.

"Dad, hurry up, it's too slow."

The little master was not satisfied, and Chen Yang sped up.

"Not enough."

"Faster, faster."

"Faster."

In the end, Chen Yang was tired.

The little girl lay on Chen Yang's body and laughed loudly.

"Giggles, Dad, you're so stupid."

"You do it."

Chen Yang decided to fight back, how could he be underestimated by his daughter.

The little girl stood up, thought about Chen Yang's actions just now, and began to move.

"Not fast enough."

It's a little faster, and the little girl can handle it.

"Faster."

Familiar words, urging rhythms.

The girl sped up, moved, and forgot.

I was stunned in place, I thought about it for a long time, but I didn't remember.

"Hands up."

"Hold your head."

"Squat."

The daughter believed her father and did so.

Squatting down and finding out that something is wrong, isn't this a surrender?

"Haha, hahaha."

Hearing her father's wanton laughter, the little girl got angry, took off her shoes, and rushed up.

Pressing Dad underneath, his little hands kept pounding Daddy's chest.

"Dad, you're bad."

"Haha, you surrender yourself, it has nothing to do with me."

Leave the relationship behind and reason with you again.

"I don't care, it's your fault, bad dad."

The little foot pedaled and kicked Chen Yang, without force.

Playful father and daughter, hugging each other.

"Dad, will you sing to me?"

"Which one do you want to listen to?"

"I'm going to listen to the ducklings."

“……。”

Chen Yang knows a fart, duckling, is there this song?

"Dad, you can't sing, do you?"

In the face of his daughter's suspicion, how could Chen Yang bow his head.

Cough and straighten up.

"Why, dad would."

"Dad, sing quickly, the Lun family can't wait."

Chen Yang can only let out his wild imagination.

"Little duckling, fat and fat, eat one and another, duck legs for you, duck wings for me, you one, I have one, it's gone."

A duck, eaten out.

Songs, that's it.

The little girl waited for the following, gone, gone.

"Dad, no more?"

"The ducks are all dead, and there are bones left."