Chapter 7

Xiao Yan searched the Internet first. Sure enough, there was no such work on water polo. Not only that, but there was no such creative technique.

Maybe before he lost his job without injury, Xiao Yan had some ideas that he wanted to learn from.

But now, he just wants to make money.

He didn't want to be looked down upon. Even if he moved bricks all his life, he couldn't pay off the huge debts. He wanted to give his daughter a superior life. He wanted his parents not to be ashamed of his failure My ex-wife Nalan regretted it.

There are too many reasons to struggle. He knows that his behavior is immoral, but he can't help it. Moreover, this work of art was originally sent by the marvel chat group. Xiao Yan feels that there is a destiny in the world.

…

Because can't download, Xiao Yan read and copy at the same time.

This kind of feeling is really very bad, he wants to cast aside himself, as the persistence and pride of his dream? Can it be so shameless just because of money?

"Yes, because of the money!"

Now he is too difficult, this is Xiao Yan's only way, and he does not know whether this novel can be popular in this world.

If he had a chance in the future, he would personally plead with the author of the novel.

But now, he can only do so.

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Without turning on the air conditioner, Xiao Yan's body began to sweat. He regretted that he should not save the electricity bill, because he felt the sweat flowing from his head to the wound, which was very painful.

He shouldn't have been discharged today.

No, he can't make fun of his life.

Xiao Yan finally turned on the air conditioner. After drinking some medicine, he felt much more comfortable. He just continued to copy. He had been copying about five chapters, about 10000 words. No more. If he was not hurt, Xiao Yan felt that there was no problem copying 100000 words.

But now he's dizzy, his head is swollen and his body is cold.

With his last will, he reapplied for an author number, which was called "Tianchan potato".

Xiao Yan was forced by life to be a thief. However, he felt that the original author of this book was this one. Even in water polo, it should still be this one.

He will earn the contribution fee for this novel, but he can also write his own street novel. If an outsider asks about it, he will still say his original author number, the author number of Tianchan potato. He won't say it until the end.

He just felt that he didn't want to steal too absurdly and arrogantly.

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Xiao Yan uploaded three chapters at one time. He believed that the editor's vision of the novel website showed that this highly commercialized classic fantasy novel would definitely get a short contract.

Lie down and rest.

When Xiao Yan woke up again, it was the village doctor who was giving him infusion.

"You're too messy. He's got a serious head injury, and he's inflamed. If he's more seriously infected, he'll probably die."

The village doctor complained: "I shouldn't have seen this kind of patient. In case of death, I'll take responsibility. Lao Xiao, because we are old classmates, I took the risk to clean up and repaint his wounds. I am only a village doctor, not a surgeon. "

Xiao Yan's parents admit that such things will never happen again.

"Next time, I'll die next time!"

The village doctor sighed: "I understand the situation of your family, but as a doctor, I have seen a lot of families with difficulties. Some have incurable diseases, some have disabled employees, some have lost their boss, and some have congenital dementia. Which family is not as difficult as you! People live, sometimes it is to suffer, but you can't take life as a play! Live well and don't overdraft. One day, your family will be ruined. "

After the village doctor left, Xiao Yan's parents sit quietly beside Xiao Yan's bed. Jiajia, the daughter in the corner, is holding a pair of timid eyes and rubbing the corners of her clothes.

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The air became heavy.

"Dad, mom, don't be angry. I really won't be any more. I'm so scared this time."

Xiao Yan didn't say comforting words. He tried his best to be able to bear it. If Xiao Yan really died, everything was over.

He really knew he was scared this time.

“……”

Xiao Yan's mother is still silent. She has white hair in her ears, and she is no longer young. She has worked hard for most of her life. Now she looks at such a son lying down. She feels sad and can't say anything. She turns her head and wipes her tears.

That pair of hands full of calluses for farm work made Xiao Yan's heart blocked, and his nostrils were almost unable to breathe, which was particularly uncomfortable.

Finally, Xiao Yan's father spoke.

"Don't write that novel!"

It is such a sentence that let Xiao Yan, Jiajia in the corner and Xiao Yan's mother look at it at the same time.

Xiao Yan's father, his face at this moment is as serious as a sculpture."I shouldn't have pulled the wire for you. You will faint when you move bricks, because you have to stay up late to write novels at night. When you come back this time, you have a high fever again. You can't move in bed. It's still because of writing novels

Xiao Yan couldn't refute this.

"Xiao Yan! You are 28 years old. Your dream has been holding on since primary school. If you were really this material, you would have succeeded. I didn't object to it before because it didn't affect your life and your dream But now, you nearly lost your life twice because of writing novels. How could I let you write? "

"Give up! You can live a good life without dreams. "

Seeing Xiao Yan biting his lips and not speaking, Xiao Yan's father's temper immediately came up.

"It's all because of this computer. I bought this computer for your dream, and now I've smashed it --"

"Alas! Old man, you're crazy Xiao Yan's mother quickly stopped.

"Why am I crazy? Your son is crazy

Xiao Yan's father held back for so long, and finally broke out. "I don't blame him for failing in business. No one can succeed casually. But look at him now, his wife ran away, his job also lost, a hole in the head, not honest cultivation. Thinking about writing all day long, thinking about becoming famous, he is crazy. In this situation, he still hopes to turn over from writing novels. Is it possible? Isn't this just daydreaming? "

“……”

Xiao Yan's mother is also silent.

"But you can't smash a computer, either? Jiajia can also be used to check learning materials after going to school. Who doesn't have a computer now? "

Listen to Xiao Yan's mother said so, Xiao Yan's father did not want to smash the computer.

"What's more, I don't want to lose my temper in front of Jiajia. Look, we're scared to cry." Xiao Yan's mother rushed to comfort her. "Come to Jiajia, grandma will take you to eat delicious food. I know you are worried about your father. Don't worry. This time your father really knows that he is wrong and he can't bear to leave our lovely Jiajia. My father will cherish his body in the future..."

Jiajia looks back at Xiao Yan with tears in her eyes.

Xiao Yan's nose is sour, showing a smile that is worse than crying, and nods heavily.

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