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Volume 1: Leaving a Name in the Literary World Chapter 14: Only when writing a book do you know the author¡¯s suffering

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    Accompanied by the "crack" and "crack" sounds of the bones in his neck, Chen Mo looked up and saw that the sky had darkened, and when it was time to turn on the lights, the familiar aroma of the dinner cooked by his mother also floated over.

    "It's crazy!" Chen Mo sighed secretly, feeling as if all the blood in his body had solidified, and Chen Mo felt it again without feeling numb at all.  Moreover, my eyes are blurry, my palms are swollen, my arms are sore, my shoulders are hurting, my legs can't be straightened or bent, and the tip of my buttocks is a little wet. I guess the skin is broken

    Although there was pain and numbness all over his body and no place was normal, Chen Mo smiled with satisfaction when he saw a thick stack of homework books on the kang and the height of the small desk.

    "If you don't become a demon, it's hard to become a Buddha! This day's madness is worth it. An exercise book has about 20,000 words, and these dozen books have more than 200,000 words. Although the novel is less than one-fifth, it has been published.  I can also earn some extra money, and it can solve a lot of financial problems for my family and village!" Chen Mo rubbed his homework with joy.

    After waiting for a long time, he stretched his arms and kicked his legs again, and then performed a set of "Mother of All Things Boxing" that is a family tradition for health, and then the qi and blood in the body were dredged.  Chen Mo felt refreshed and refreshed for a while, feeling a little refreshed after drinking a large glass of cold water in the dog days of summer.

    After shaking the manuscript in his hand, Chen Mo cheerfully carried the beginning of "Kunlun's Sorrow" and headed out. But it was time to eat quickly, as he had been singing "The Empty City Plan" for most of the day!

    After devouring two large bowls of rice, Chen Mo felt his stomach felt a little better. He asked Zhang Yue, who was a little dumbfounded, to slowly fill up a bowl. Chen Mo took another sip of water and looked at the person who was carefully flipping through the homework book.  Chen Jiahui said: "Mom, your braised noodles are amazing. They and I also ate at a braised noodle restaurant in the city. The restaurant was quite grand, but the taste was far different."

    Chen Jiahui didn¡¯t even raise her head, and waved her hands impatiently: ¡°It¡¯s delicious, eat more, and don¡¯t bother me reading!¡±

    Chen Mo was stunned, a little dumbfounded. He knew that the book he wrote was very good. He drew on the advantages of various Chinese martial arts novels in the past 20 years after the millennium to complete it. Although he cannot say that it is "unparalleled", he can  Many of its advantages, hot spots and highlights are "unprecedented".  No, Chen Jiahui, who usually likes to do housework and bask in the sun, is actually addicted to the fantasy world of martial arts novels.

    Zhang Yue was a little impatient, but there were only three homework books. Chen Jiahui, Chen Cheng, and Chen Yu passed them around to read one by one. He came late and didn't catch up. He just didn't have the chance to share it. He felt so uncomfortable that it was hard to describe.  Watch!

    Zhang Yue is a fan of Jin Yong. He has read Jin Yong¡¯s novels countless times. Although they are all classics, the more he reads them, the more they become ¡°tasteless¡±.  Now I see that Chen Mo, who has always talked about heroes with fists, actually wrote a book, and the response from the three audiences was quite intense. Some were gnashing their teeth, some were gnashing their teeth, some were moved and their eyes were red, and some were laughing with joy, and their eyebrows were beaming.  ¡¯s¡­ Although it was only three homework books in length, the three of them were mesmerized by it.

    Zhang Yue murmured: "Even Chen Cheng, who gets a headache when he sees the words, is fascinated. How beautiful is this book?"

    ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????OUT???  Seeing that Chen Mo's bowl was empty, Zhang Yue rolled his eyes, hurriedly picked it up and slowly filled another bowl, placed it gently in front of Chen Mo, and said flatteringly: "Fourth brother, you  You just wrote three books?¡±

    Chen Mo saw Zhang Yue's look in his eyes and laughed in his heart, but deliberately laughed at his joke.

    Chen Mo found that although he had only returned to this era for more than a day, his originally calm and middle-aged mentality became youthful and energetic, and he always wanted to find something to do to "build his own happiness on the pain of others."  At this time, seeing Zhang Yue's itchy question, he stopped teasing and said, "No," while eating.

    "No?" Zhang Yue's eyes widened and he yelled at the top of his lungs, with a look of "you are playing with me". However, seeing that Chen Mo was still focusing on his food and ignoring him, he hurriedly changed into the most thorough one.  He smiled flatteringly and said softly: "That means there is still a book to finish, right, fourth brother?"

    Chen Mo didn¡¯t look up, but just nodded to confirm Zhang Yue¡¯s question.

    The smile on Zhang Yue's face became more friendly and his flattery became brighter: "Well, Fourth Brother, how about I go take a look and read it?"

    Chen Mo didn't speak for a long time, which made Zhang Yue's face freeze from laughter. He felt the muscles on his face twitching, but he didn't dare to rush.  In these days, a good martial arts book is rare. There are only a few dozen martial arts books in the rental bookstore, and I have read them many times.

    ? ?However, Zhang Yue did not expect that his brother would actually write a book, a martial arts book. He actually wrote it. It seemed to be quite good. The "readers" responded well. Zhang Yue was full of enthusiasm: "Everyone is looking for him."  After thousands of readings, the book is in a dimly lit place!"

    A few more minutes passed. Chen Mo looked up and saw Zhang Yue looking at her with his big face holding a stiff and twitching smile. Chen Mo held back his laughter and asked doubtfully: "Hey, why are you still here? Don't you want to?"  Do you want to read the book I wrote? Just take it and wait for me to get it for you?"

    Zhang Yue's face was happy, and then stiffened again, but the muscles on his face were a little out of control, and he felt numb and uncomfortable.  Zhang Yue said with a bitter face: "Fourth brother, it is not a good man to bully your own brothers!"

    Chen Mo ignored him, reached out and filled another half bowl of stewed noodles for himself, and started eating again.

    Zhang Yue exclaimed: "Fourth brother, you are so good at eating. If you don't improve your kung fu, you will gain weight. I'm afraid it will make the girls in the school heartbroken. They will treat you as a dark horse prince."  Woolen cloth."

    Chen Mo laughed and scolded: "Go away, I still have to eat. If you don't want to read, leave quickly. If you want to read, leave quickly. Where is all this nonsense?"

    Zhang Yue clasped his hands and bowed, saying: "That's it, Fourth Master, please use it slowly, I'll leave first!"

    Chen Mo didn't even bother to say anything this time, and focused on the bowl of sea.  In fact, Chen Mo wasn't full yet, but he felt a little uncomfortable with Zhang Yue around.  When Chen Mo was a child, he once heard an old man say that when martial arts practitioners are about to break through from Ming Jin to Dark Jin, their appetite will increase greatly.

    But he never thought that his appetite would increase to such an extent - the bowl in his hand was no smaller than the rice bowl of the city people. He had just eaten four and a half bowls. How could he have enough food for five or six people?  This is eight percent full.  ;

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