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Volume 1: Leaving a Name in the Literary World Chapter 16: New Book is Hot and Everyone is Watching

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    Chen Mo chuckled, thrust the big gun in his hand to the side, then reached out to grab the two big paws handed over by the Tibetan Mastiff, and thrust them all over his body. Using the force, the Tibetan Mastiff's several hundred kilograms of body was shaken by Chen Mo.  Playing a circle is a game that one person and one dog often play.

    After turning around for several times, he saw that the Tibetan Mastiff's eyes were a little confused. Chen Mo put it down, laughed and rubbed its chubby head and said, "Yingying, are you going to see your wife and children again?"

    But he said that this guy was a male. He never touched the village dogs when he was in heat. He would only run into the mountains every two days. Later, the village gunner followed him for a long time and found out that this guy had found a snow-white female in the mountains.  The wolf is my wife, and she has a cub left in the spring.

    Naturally, the Tibetan Mastiff didn't understand what he said, but looked enthusiastic and stretched out his warm tongue to lick Chen Mo's hand.

    After playing around for a while, Chen Mo took the Tibetan Mastiff named "Yingying" into the courtyard. After settling the shadow, Chen Mo entered the bright room, but at first glance, Chen Mo was sweating on his head.  But he said that there were five people sitting in the small room at the moment, and they were all sitting together at the small dining table.

    At this time, the seven people lit four oil lamps and placed them in a square shape in the center of the table, which illuminated the surroundings of the table without any dark corners.  Under the oil lamp, there are rows of homework books. The ballpoint pen calligraphy on them, although it is simplified, has a fresh and elegant style, and is full of mellow and simple style. The hard-pen calligraphy of this hand alone can be said to be  Everyone.

    Chen Mo entered the room and brought up a breeze, blowing the lights and flickering. The people who were reading were dazzled for a moment, their eyes felt so uncomfortable, and even those who had been reading for a long time had tears streaming down their faces.

    Everyone raised their heads and glared angrily, but when they saw it was Chen Mo, their five pairs of eyes immediately turned into brilliant colors.  However, under Chen Mo's keen eyes, he also saw other hidden meanings, such as "Hurry up and update!", "Twenty thousand words a day is a bit slow" and so on.  Chen Mo¡¯s head was filled with black lines: Who else could write 200,000 words a day except me?

    Seeing Chen Mo standing at the door, Zhang Yue hurriedly stood up, diligently arranged a stool and placed it next to Chen Jiahui, and said with a flattering look: "Brother, are you back from practicing? Are you tired? Sit down and I'll give it to you.  Make tea and pour water."

    Chen Mo slapped him on the back of the head. Looking at his shabby appearance, he couldn't help laughing and scolding: "If you were a brat during the eight years of the Anti-Japanese War, you would have been a traitor who was a piece of shit!"

    Zhang Yue argued: "How is it possible? I can only marry a few wives, buy a few acres of land, and live my life as a rich man. Then I will fight and kill. It's too late to hide."

    At this time, even Chen Jiahui, who was watching them joking, couldn't help it anymore. She went up and gave Zhang Yue a slap on the back of his head, and scolded with a smile: "You lazy guy, you know how to cheat and cheat. Don't be a bad example, otherwise I will let Chen Jiahui  Mo will take care of you."

    Zhang Yue bowed with a bitter look on his face and said: "Auntie, don't say that. Fourth brother has disciplined me very strictly now. If there is a chance of learning bad things, just follow the example of fourth brother. If you can strengthen it,  Leader, this little guy like me has no place to make a living."

    Chen Jiahui reached out and tugged Zhang Yue's ears, and scolded with a smile: "You, with your words, I don't know how you will live in the future."

    Chen Mo thought to himself: "Mother, you are wrong. From now on, your talk will be better than anything else to earn a living. How can you be a gold collar worker? The most important thing is your talk."

    Zhang Yue said with a "hehe" smile: "Fourth brother's book is so good, it will definitely sell well. When the time comes, I will look after the door of his villa."

    Chen Zhong said next to him: "Youying is much stronger than you"

    Chen Zhong is a man of few words, but once he says it, it must be the finishing touch, the key point, and it is also full of jokes. No, it makes everyone laugh again.

    Zhang Yue raised his forehead and stared fiercely, but rolled his eyes and suddenly said with a smile: "Nonsense, your uncle and I can't compare to You Ying as a doorkeeper, but you are about the same as a marijuana stick, and you can't stand people at that station."  You are like a pillar, no one else will be wary of you."

    Chen Zhong said with a "hehe" smile: "Some people are destined not to grow taller."

    Everyone laughed.

    Chen Mo also laughed, because Chen Zhong was right again.

    I remember that a few years later, even though Zhang Yue had taken countless height-increasing drugs, he was still a little man just over 1.6 meters tall. If the heels of the height-increasing shoes were not high enough, it would be difficult to "cheat" a wife back home.  .

    ??Chen Chong is a man with vicious eyes and a cruel mouth. His vision is very unique. Although it is only a few sentences, he can make dead theories come alive and living people can be said to be "dead".  His biggest wish was to be a lawyer, but it was a pity that he wasted his time in this world and ended up becoming a street performer - full body.After painting, he stood on the street as a sculpture.

    Chen Chongren is very kind, but a little timid.  He also practiced kung fu very well. Seven or eight ordinary people couldn't get close to him. Unfortunately, he was the most unwilling to fight with others, saying that it was an insult to gentlemen.  Zhang Yue heard this and spat at him: "You ruined "Bajiquan"!" But Chen Chong, who was a street performer, was very happy and enjoyed life happily.

    There are no entertainment programs in Chenjiagou. As long as it is time to turn on the lights, it is already very late. Now Chen Cheng and the others are reading Chen Mo's novel with great joy. Although the faces of several people are still clean, it is obvious that  There was a layer of black smoke from burning oil lamps attached to them, obviously they had been there for a long time.

    Chen Mo sat next to Chen Jiahui and said, "Mom, I want to go to the mountains tomorrow and stay for a while. Do you think you can do that?"

    Chen Jiahui asked back: "What, is there something wrong? But you have to go to school."

    Chen Mo smiled and said: "Going to school and everything else are just minor problems. Your son doesn't study on weekdays, but he is still in the upper middle class in the class. After the holidays, he studies hard for a while and all the problems will be gone. Don't worry.  "

    Zhang Yue said with some distress: "Fourth brother, if you don't go to school, then we will be bored. I mean, haven't you finished writing your book yet?"

    Chen Yu smiled and scolded: "I think the second half of your sentence is what you want to say, right?"

    Chen Jiahui looked at Chen Mo softly for a while, and said with some worry: "Xiao Mo, in the mountains, you are already a man at your age. You must think carefully about any ideas and decisions you have. You must not give up halfway.  .¡±

    Chen Mo now only wants to practice Taoism. For him, the level of concern about other issues has dropped to a lower level. He smiled and comforted Chen Jiahui: "Mom, the main reason is that I feel that my kung fu level has reached a certain level, and I feel like I am about to break through? But?  I feel unsure, our old man is very knowledgeable, I want him to give me some advice, right?";

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