Ye Feng gave a full stop to the book of calligraphy and painting, that full stop may not be so good-looking, nor so round, but the book is still over in the end.

Whether it's good or bad, it's all in the past.

Ye Feng is also about to start a new journey.

Of course, the road behind, how to go, Ye Feng is not very clear.

But as long as you take a step forward step, the road will naturally be under your feet.

Ye Feng's book lasted three years until it was finished, and after three years, the manuscript fee was already quite a considerable amount of money.

Nearly 50,000 yuan, this is really the first time Ye Feng has seen so much money.

It's a pity that I couldn't round it up, otherwise it would have been better.

Of course, it is already very good now, and Ye Feng is already very satisfied.

Because in the beginning, he really didn't expect to make money, and it was to make so much money.

Even now, seeing so much money in my phone still feels like a dream.

The book has been written, so there are some things you can tell your mother.

This money can also be given to her, it should be able to make her happy.

Of course, Ye Feng had thought about that wording several times before this, and he was really nervous, still worried that his mother would be angry, after all, this was written in school.

Forget it, let's talk about it then, give this to her early, and talk about it when the time comes.

So, one afternoon, just after eating, Ye Feng looked at his mother, and of course, Ye Jianguo was also sitting on the side.

Ye Feng said: "Mom, I, I want to tell you something. ”

"What's the matter, you're still so serious, what's the matter, let's hear about it first?" Yun Xiu said with a smile.

"Well, this card, there is some money in the card, I want to give it to you first." Ye Feng directly handed over the card.

"Oh, this, what do you think you're going to do, what kind of card is this, how can you have money?" Yun Xiu looked at the card and looked at Ye Feng with some curiosity.

"Well, I wrote something and published it, and this is the manuscript fee." Ye Feng said with a smile.

"The manuscript fee, that's not easy, where did it go? Mom, go take a look, keep this card for yourself, and buy something delicious. Yunxiu handed the card to Ye Feng again.

Mainly in her opinion, how much money can this have, it is better to be more direct, just let him take it himself, after all, it is also what he has worked hard to get, he can get this, Yunxiu is actually very open.

How could it be possible to take his manuscript fee.

"Ahem, that old mother, I think it's better for you to take it first, this may be a little more than you think." Ye Feng said.

"Oh, is it? How many are there? "Yunxiu still doesn't take it too seriously.

"How much is this, I don't want to say it for the time being, Mom, you better see it yourself, right?" Ye Feng said with a smile.

"Okay, then I have time to take a look, just take a look, no matter how many mothers can't take it." Yunxiu said.

Ye Feng had already handed the card into her hands, so naturally she didn't say anything more, the more she said, the more wrong she was.

Ye Feng has already thought about it, he will re-apply for a card in a while, there is no way, he will just give it back to his mother, and there will be no use in the future.

Originally, after the book was written, he didn't plan to continue writing it for the time being, but he really didn't know what to do during this vacation.

And the book ended much earlier than I expected.

So, he wants to find something to do again, that's natural, he wants to continue to write something, uh, no way, that book has just been written, this heart, in fact, has always been very complicated, how to say, it's just empty, like losing something, then at this time, he naturally needs something else to fill it, that is, to divert attention, otherwise, although it is over, his mind has always been in that book.

If you can't get out, it's dangerous if you don't get out of it for a long time.

So, Ye Feng naturally didn't know what to do.

And at this time, readers left messages again, and many of them were commenting, saying that they hoped that he could write another book, after seeing it, Ye Feng's eyes lit up, yes, he could write a new book, and in an instant, the loss in his heart seemed to be swept away.

Instead, it is full of enthusiasm and high morale.

Ye Feng has started to prepare his second book, and now he has a lot of time, so he doesn't have to worry about the lack of time.

So, this time, Ye Feng decided to prepare well before starting to write, of course, he didn't actually need to use a pen, it was all directly coded.

But whatever, anyway, you still have to choose a story first, a very long and interesting story, and then, try to refine this story, which can be divided into many not so long stories, and then, these stories still need to have a certain connection between them, so that the book is almost completed, and the whole context or framework is like this.

In fact, after putting all these things bluntly, it is not very difficult to write a book.

Of course, this naturally varies from person to person, it's just Ye Feng's own feelings.

In fact, the things that Ye Feng wanted to write were almost written in the first book, no, it should be said that the book was for those old people, for all the old people who had accompanied him for a while, I wanted them to read it, and it was also for me to see it in the future and then be able to think of that time.

However, the second book, what Ye Feng wants to write is a dream of his own, as long as it is a boy, then there must be a martial arts dream, so Ye Feng is naturally no exception.

He wanted to depict a world that he saw in his heart or in his dreams, and that world had always fascinated him.

It's really a little unwilling, I can't be born here, so I can live up to the good time.

What Ye Feng wrote this time was really his own dream, his dream has always been magical, in the dream, what he saw was a scene he had never seen, but in the dream, it was so clear, it made people feel that it was not a dream, it was real, of course, Ye Feng also wanted to go inside, but it seemed that he couldn't get in, something was blocking him, although he couldn't see anything, but it was like a natural barrier in front of him, he could only see it, and he could never get in. Ye Feng had such a dream more than once, but he had never really entered that magical place.

So Ye Feng now wants to write it out by himself, and it is not certain that something may change.