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Chapter 9: Only Mother Is Good in the World

After supper, Chen Ziang stopped surfing the Internet and continued to write novels with a sinking heart.

This time he wrote a martial arts novel.

For the popular martial arts novels written by Jin Daxia, Chen Ziang's memory is much deeper than that of "Fights Break Sphere".

After all, he was a fan of martial arts in his previous life, so he picked up the original work after filming, so now he writes it very smoothly.

Not only does the plot of the story completely follow the path of the original work, but the writing style is also more similar.

He actually wrote 1 words in an hour, which is almost a third of the original Chapter [-].

Most online literary novels have a chapter of two to three thousand words, and a sentence and a paragraph can be seen everywhere.

Each chapter of Jin Daxia's martial arts novels is very long, with tens of thousands of words, and the paragraphs are also tens of thousands of words a paragraph, which makes ordinary readers headache.

Chen Ziang became interested and was about to continue writing when the door of the study was pushed open again.

"Honey, it's twelve o'clock." Shi Jia came in wearing pajamas and a coat, with a look of sleepiness on her face.

Chen Ziang looked at the computer time, and it was indeed past twelve o'clock in the morning.

"Mom, why haven't you slept yet?" Chen Ziang was helpless and was writing vigorously.

Shi Jia pulled up Chen Ziang, who was still sitting on the chair, and complained: "Mom doesn't care about you, you're in trouble, you promised to go to bed at twelve o'clock, and you're still playing."

Chen Ziang was distressed. There was a computer in his parents' room, as well as in the study, but his room didn't.

The two elders were afraid that he would lose self-control, so they didn't let him put the computer in the study in his room.

"Okay, okay, I'm obedient, I'm going to wash up and sleep now." Chen Ziang saved the document and turned off the computer.

"What's written so densely?" When Chen Ziang was saving the document, Shi Jia caught a glimpse of it and asked curiously.

After Chen Ziang turned off the computer, he put the chair in order, and said with a smile, "Mom, I kept it from you before, but now I'm telling you the truth. I write novels online, and I'm a writer. I'll get paid for it in the future."

Shi Jia smiled, and didn't care, how can it be so easy to be a writer, and pay back the manuscript fee.

But she never beat her son, but encouraged her: "Son, come on, mom can count on you to take care of her."

"Must." Chen Ziang said, going to get the bowls and chopsticks.

After eating supper before, he put the bowls and chopsticks aside and never cleaned them up.

Shi Jia took the bowls and chopsticks away first, and urged: "Hurry up and wash up and go to bed."

"As you order, my lord." Chen Ziang put his arm around Shi Jia's shoulders and left the study room. His mother worked really hard, staying up late with him in order to supervise him.

Chen's father didn't have this kind of treatment. As long as he worked overtime at night and didn't come back after 22:[-], his mother would just go to bed and didn't bother to wait.

However, Chen Ziang also admired his father. In the past, when products had to be launched, his father worked overtime until early in the morning or even came back at four or five in the morning. After taking a shower, he would sleep directly on the sofa in the living room. He didn't go into the room for fear of waking his wife.

After washing and returning to the room, Chen Ziang picked up the cell phone that had been on the table in the room tonight.

The screen of the mobile phone is black, but the display lights are blinking, indicating that there are messages or calls.

He opened it and saw two missed calls and two text messages.

Needless to say, the missed calls were all from the commander-in-chief, and they were all called just after 0 o'clock in the morning.

One of the two text messages was also sent by Daishuai, wishing a happy new year, and the other was from Yu Wen, also wishing for the new year.

"It's a new year." Chen Ziang sighed, and it took two days to enter a new year.

After replying text messages to two good friends, Chen Ziang still felt sleepless, so he hurriedly found paper and pen and continued to write novels.

That's all money, short-term and predictable money-making things compared to the songs he plans to record during this time.

Therefore, he is not in a hurry to write the song for the time being.

The top priority is to write novels to earn money, then the art test, and finally the college entrance examination.

In addition, Chen Ziang is also eager to make an aircraft carrier, but let's not talk about how to persuade his father to come out and develop this super aircraft carrier alone. The start-up funds alone are difficult for everything.

Dai Shuai had saved his New Year's money since he was a child. The former Chen Ziang asked him curiously how much he had saved. Dai Shuai put his thumb and index finger together, and made a gesture of holding a gun.

This made Chen Ziang dumbfounded, seven figures.

But it was other people's money. No matter how thick-skinned Chen Ziang was, it was impossible for him to talk to him about investment before he had made achievements to convince the commander-in-chief.

Besides, even if Dai Shuai agrees, his parents will definitely know if he wants to withdraw the money.

How could he agree after knowing.

If he disagreed, Chen Ziang would be a villain.

Thinking of this, Chen Ziang worked even harder, writing hard at his desk.

Page after page was filled with writing.

Chen Ziang, who worked alone for many years in his previous life, cherishes such a comfortable and happy family.

Although the father didn't look good towards him, his heart was full of love.

Not to mention the mother, between her husband and her son, she would definitely choose her son.

It has been 18 years, Yuan Chen Ziang has never really made his mother happy, either causing trouble or rebellion, he is not sensible at all, and in the past two years he has pretended to be deep, thinking that he is very mature.

Just thinking about Chen Ziang made him want to slap him.

Forget it, help you pay off your debts.

Chen Ziang raised his spirits and continued to write vigorously.

He wrote "Swordsman" by Jin Daxia, Chapter 1 has been written, and he will continue to write Chapter 2.

While writing, Chen Ziang became confused, and fell asleep on the table at some point.

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Early in the morning on New Year's Day, Shi Jia got up to make breakfast, cooked porridge, hot milk, fried eggs...

After finishing it, it was already 08:30. She took off her apron, washed her hands, went back to her room to wake up Father Chen, and then went to Chen Ziang's room.

At the door of Chen Ziang's room, Shi Jia used to turn the handle to open the door.

She would only knock if the door was locked.

Coincidentally, the door was unlocked, so Shi Jia pushed open the room and entered.

She first looked at Chen Ziang's bed.

Ok?
The bed was empty, but the quilt was well folded.

The son got up so early?
During the holiday, there were no shows or activities, so he shouldn't have gotten up so early.

Shi Jia looked away from Chen Ziang's bed and scanned his room.

With this sweep, she froze.

Chen Ziang was sleeping on the desk in front of the window.

Shi Jia walked over, looked at her son who seemed to be sleeping soundly, and then looked at the paper full of writing on the desk.

His son's handwriting seemed much better than before, but Shi Jia didn't pay much attention to it. He stood aside and looked at his son silently. He still held a pen in his hand, and the writing on the paper under his arm became more and more scribbled.

Slowly, Shi Jia's eyes turned red, and she wept softly.

Chen Ziang's sleeping position was already very uncomfortable, and he didn't sleep that soundly. His mother's crying woke him up quickly.

Raising his head, he squinted his eyes at Shi Jia with sleepy eyes, and stood up abruptly after a while, ignoring the sore neck and numb arms, and said in surprise: "Mom, what's wrong with you?"

Shi Jia hugged his head: "Honey, you love me so much."

Chen Ziang was still in a daze, and it took him a long time to fully wake up. He looked at the door, sweat, did he forget to lock the door last night?

"Mom, why did you come into my room without knocking? I have grown up and have my own private space. You can't always be like this." Chen Ziang raised his numb arm to cover his forehead. As she became more and more distant, this old mother made every effort, and when she got close to her, she would be unscrupulous, and she would not treat her seventeen-year-old son as an adult at all.

Shi Jia quit, pinched Chen Ziang's arm, and said angrily: "What about growing up, what about private space, you were born by me, and you are all mine. Do you think that when you grow up, you don't want to It's mom, can you ignore mom's feelings and thoughts? Woohoo, I was so close to mom when I was a child, and I cried to find mom when I didn't see her for a while, but now I grow up..."

As she spoke, Shi Jia cried more and more fiercely.

Chen Ziang quickly apologized, found a tissue, and wiped Shi Jia's tears.

Shi Jia also got angry with the little girl, turned her head away, and refused to wipe Chen Ziang.

Chen Ziang's head suddenly became dizzy.

(End of this chapter)