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Volume 1: Leaving a Name in the Literary World Chapter 13: Feelings in the Heart and Expressing Ambition in the Book

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    Chen Yu is a person with two extreme personalities. On one side, he is cruel and cold, and on the other side, he is gentle and weak. He is simply the most evil person and the kindest person in the world combined into one.  Because his relatives are bullied, he can kill people to vent his anger; because of the love of his relatives, he can be moved to tears; because he cannot practice kung fu thoroughly, he can practice it thousands of times a day; because he hates the hypocrisy and blackness of others, he can himself  Learning summary makes oneself more hypocritical and thicker

    Chen Mo sometimes thinks that Chen Yu is born not to admit defeat. He has a persistence that scares his enemies and a weakness that makes his relatives feel distressed. Maybe Chen Yu is born to be a politician, or he also has the foundation to be a politician

    Chen Mo also rubbed Chen Yu's hair and said with a smile: "Don't be stupid, hurry up and help mom, I'll fetch water, remember to come out and wash up before eating." Chen Yu said "Yeah" with a smile.  With a cry, he jumped up and went to help.

    Chen Mo and Chen Cheng took off their clothes, revealing their strong tendons. They filled the empty jars in the courtyard with well water, then filled several wooden basins in the corners with water, and started washing up.  .

    After washing up, the two of them didn¡¯t put on any clothes, so they entered the house shirtless wearing a small vest with the words ¡°Agriculture Learn from Dazhai¡± printed on it.  A large pot of stew and a large basket of steamed buns were already placed on the square table in the room. Next to them were four sea bowls and a large number of chopsticks made of heavy black ironwood.

    Chen Jiahui was busy filling the bowl with food. Chen Cheng was about to reach out, but Chen Mo pushed him down and sat down.  Chen Mo reached out and took the prepared bowl and put it on Chen Yu's seat, then brought a bowl full of vegetables to Chen Cheng. Chen Cheng stood up in a hurry and took it. Chen Mo couldn't help but laugh and said: "You little brat are so polite to me."  ? Or are you being polite to mother?"

    Chen Jiahui put the food on the table and then sat down. Chen Mo on the left, Chen Cheng on the right, and Chen Yu on the opposite side. It happened that a family of four shared the Eight Immortals table.

    Chen Jiahui did not carry the bowl, and the three brothers did not move.  Seeing Chen Jiahui looking at Chen Cheng carefully, she saw that Chen Cheng couldn't sit or stand, and his face turned red: "Mom, what's wrong?"

    Chen Jiahui ignored Chen Cheng's embarrassed look, reached out to touch Chen Cheng's face and said to Chen Mo: "Xiao Mo, is the fifth child not thin anymore? Why do I feel that this face doesn't look stupid anymore"

    Chen Cheng looked even more embarrassed.

    Chen Yu almost spat out the mouthful of rice he took in the kitchen. What Chen Jiahui said was so philosophical.

    After being influenced by the Internet in the 21st century, Chen Mo was able to accept his mother's out-of-the-box thinking and some nonsensical words: "Mom, Chengzi is just growing up, and his head changes every three days. You can't tell Xiaoliuzi in a few years."  He will look like Seiko."

    Chen Yu spit out a mouthful of rice on the ground: "No, third brother, fourth brother looks like it is a bit difficult to find a wife."

    Chen Cheng rolled his eyes at Chen Yu, put the chopsticks in Chen Jiahui's hand, and said naively: "Mom, it's time to eat, or it will get cold."

    Chen Jiahui nodded with a happy face and said: "Mom, eat it, and you, fifth brother, eat it too. I think you have really lost weight"

    Chen Yu: ""

    Chen Mo: ""

    Happy times always come quickly. Watching the sun set in the west and rise in the east, another morning comes.  Before eight o'clock, Chen Mo took Chen Cheng, Chen Yu, Zhang Yue and Chen Zhong down from the mountain behind the village. While most of the children were still sleeping in, they had finished their morning exercises.

    Chen Mo, who was walking halfway down the road, was a little silent. In the eyes of the other four people, the eldest of the five, who had always been more lively, seemed extremely In Chen Yu's words, today's Chen Mo was very artistic.

    At the foot of the mountain, in the dull atmosphere, Chen Mo suddenly said: "I want to write a book!"

    Chen Zhong continued casually: "<Confinement>? Or <Serving Confinement>?"

    Chen Mo had a black line on his head, while Chen Cheng and Chen Yu looked up to the sky and laughed.

    Zhang Yue and Chen Chong started a battle again. For a while, the birds were clear and the little beasts were running around.

    Chen Mo has never written any long articles. Most of them are reviews the size of tofu cubes. The longest article is a college graduation thesis with full of emotion.  Fortunately, he started reading various classics in junior high school, and started reading online novels when he was 20 years old. It can be said that he has been deeply impacted by various cultures, and his writing foundation is quite solid.

    Sitting on the small desk beside the bed, biting the end of his pen, Chen Mo missed his old computer.  It's a pity that the conditions are not mature now. What's even more egregious is that Chenjiazhuang doesn't even have electricity. Although it is a suburb, the deputy mayor in charge of electricity in Kefeng City asked for 500,000 for electricity. Chenjiazhuang people who want to live in seclusion, where are they from?  So much money?  Besides, although the pine oil lamp produces a lot of smoke, it is fragrant and environmentally friendly.  The people of Chenjiazhuang were not upset because they did not have electricity. Instead, they enjoyed themselves under the dim oil lamps.

    &nbsp; Chen Mo quite liked the feeling of "reading at night under the oil lamp", but he got a wife soon after graduating from college. Against his wife's objection, he stayed away from the countryside, leaving his lonely mother behind and moving away to a foreign city.

    Since entering the forest of Daqing Mountain, Chen Mo seems to be able to feel the joy in his body and the joy of consciousness in his mind, without the filthy air and fast-paced depression of the metropolis at all.  The soothing feeling of being close to nature made Chen Mo nostalgic, and the four or five years of writing habits in his previous life made Chen Mo unable to help but feel the emotion of writing.

    But if you think about it carefully, although Chen Mo, who has been practicing martial arts since childhood, has the feelings of a scholar, he still has more yearning and admiration for martial arts.  After careful consideration, Chen Mo made up his mind and used a ballpoint pen to write three words like flying phoenixes on the white homework book - Kunlun's death!

    Then Chen Mo calmed down and wrote hard. Unknowingly, he also used his time to write words. Chen Mo's right hand holding the pen could be seen writing faster and faster, and there were even afterimages from time to time.  Chen Yu appeared and almost fell out of his eyes as he walked in.

    Chen Yu once saw an old-fashioned printer that was "squeaky". The iron clips moved back and forth to produce a line of words. Now it seems that the speed of the printer can't keep up with Chen Mo's handwriting speed, right?

    Seeing Chen Mo¡¯s unmoved look, Chen Yu withdrew with envy: ¡°Fourth brother is always at the top of his profession, I really can¡¯t keep up!¡±

    Chen Mo's writing is really "the flowing clouds and flowing water are unobstructed, and there are no taboos in running horses and watching flowers." The "rustling" sound under the pen continues far away, and the brand-new homework books beside him are slowly piled up.  One book, three books, five books I don't know how long it took, but Chen Mo's pen once again left no trace of his writing. Only then did he realize that he seemed to have been writing for a long time?  !  ;

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