Chapter 106 Dreams Come True

Seeing Xiao Zhan's gloomy expression, Shen Luoying smiled bitterly and said, "Actually, I don't really believe it. Although I have never written a book, my son has been writing for so many years. In high school, he wrote board newspapers, contributed articles to magazines, and was in college. To write a physical book, and later to write an online novel, I never succeeded from beginning to end. After so many years, it cost a lot of money to send emails to print and copy.”

"..."

Xiao Zhan also sighed. Xiao Yan's behavior made many relatives and friends say: Not only did their Xiao family have a college student, but now they also have a great writer.

But now it's better, college students sold their houses, lost their cars, lost their wives, and could only go to the construction site to move bricks to make quick money.

Great writers are even more clouds in the sky, out of reach, not only did not become glory, but became ridiculed and ridiculed.

"I have never eaten pork, but I have seen pigs run."

Shen Luoying sat down and said, "Xiao Yan takes 2 to 3 months to write a new book each time. This time, it suddenly became popular, and there really was no warning."

Xiao Zhan also frowned. At that time, because Xiao Yan didn't take care of his body and worked hard to earn money, Xiao Zhan was so angry that he wanted to smash the computer. Looking back now, his emotions couldn't help but fluctuate.

"So if Xiao Yan didn't deceive me, his new book should have been written when he entered the construction site to move bricks. Only in this way can it be possible to explode now."

Listen to Shen Luoying's naive analysis.

Xiao Zhan pretended to take a sip of tea and retorted: "But do you think this is possible? In our city, how many people can earn 10,000 yuan a month? He can earn it by writing a novel? Anyway, I don't believe it. ."

But Shen Luoying said: "I thought about it all night last night. I was like you at first. I felt that Xiao Yan was comforting me and said that on purpose. But when I think about it, there is no reason. Xiao Yan has no reason for him. We as parents know how persistent his dream is. We as parents know it. He never hides it from us. When he was a student, he wrote martial arts novels and submitted them to well-known magazines, but he was ruthlessly rejected. We hide it."

"Also, as far as I know, that child Nalan Yanran is as obsessed with her dreams as Xiao Yan. After she got married, she also enrolled in various music and vocal classes. Now she has suddenly become an internet celebrity and sings, isn't it very sudden? So? Ah, I was thinking, the dream still needs to be persisted, maybe it will be successful like this."

"..."

Xiao Zhan couldn't help but be silent.

That night, Xiao Yan projected Nalan Yanran's live broadcast on TV, and their family was shocked to see that Nalan Yanran's income that night was beyond Xiao Zhan's imagination.

"So! Nalan Yanran can be considered a dream come true... We Xiao Yan keep failing for no reason! Listen, Xiao Yan makes Jiajia so happy! If it wasn't for the joy from the heart, such laughter could Can you put it on?"

"…Can…"

But this is too unbelievable, Xiao Zhan still can't imagine his son succeeding in his hobbies and becoming a great writer.

"Maybe it's God's blessing, Nalan Yanran and her son Xiao Yan's dreams come true at the same time."

…

At this time, Xiao Yan and Jiajia came down together.

"The dishes are so delicious!" Xiao Yan smiled at Jiajia: "Grandma's breakfast is so delicious, you must eat a big bowl."

Jiajia stretched out her little finger and shook it. "No no no, Jiajia wants to eat 2 big bowls, hahaha..."

A happy smile is contagious. At the bottom of Xiao Yan's life when he divorced, the whole family was covered with haze.

Shen Luoying was very happy, she ordered meals, and Xiao Yan went to the kitchen to help.

Allison goes to wash her hands.

In order to adapt to this atmosphere, and also to calm down the just shocked emotions, Xiao Zhan lowered his head and took a sip of tea.

…

Xiao Zhan endured it until halfway through the meal, when he asked, "Xiao Yan, I heard from your mother, did you succeed in writing your novel?"