Rebirth: Recovering My Treasure Girl

"Mom, this is a romance novel! Not a love novel!" Chen Yang corrected.

Zhao Caixia asked, "Isn't that different?"

Chen Yang shook his head and said: "Of course it's different!"

"What's the difference?" Zhao Caixia asked with a frown.

Chen Yang said seriously: "Mom! Romance novels usually explore the nature, development and impact of love, which may involve in-depth analysis of social, cultural and psychological aspects."

"Love novels can also provide a more profound thinking and understanding of life. Such works often have high literary value and depth. For example, Zhang Ailing's novels can reflect the current situation of an era and the hearts of society, and require readers to go deep into it. Digging and thinking!”

Chen Yang did not stop and continued: "Romance novels are different. Romance novels generally focus on romantic love stories. The content is relatively simple and direct, and they are written more to tell a story."

"Anyone can write romance novels. It doesn't require deep insights or unique writing ideas. It just needs to provide entertainment and be suitable for everyone to read easily."

After speaking, Chen Yang concluded: "This is the difference between love novels and romance novels. Mine is a romance novel, which is entertainment-oriented."

Zhao Caixia was stunned at this time. She really didn't expect that her son, who was just in high school, could actually say such a big truth.

"Where did you learn so many fallacies?" Zhao Caixia couldn't argue with Chen Yang and directly labeled Chen Yang's theory as fallacies.

Chen Yang was a little speechless and had to say: "Mom, I just wrote an interesting story and then submitted a manuscript to earn some royalties. There is no need to deny me like this, right?"

Zhao Caixia originally wanted to scold Chen Yang for not doing his job properly, but when he heard about the royalties, his attention immediately shifted.

"Is there any royalties?" Zhao Caixia was surprised and curious.

Chen Yang smiled and said: "Mom, look what you said, how can I get no royalties for submitting articles these days? Is it because I love generating electricity? I'm not that stupid!"

"Oh, don't interrupt, answer me first, how much is the royalties for your novel?" Zhao Caixia asked.

Chen Yang thought for a while and replied: "About ten thousand yuan."

"Ten thousand?" Zhao Caixia opened her eyes and mouth in shock: "How can you earn 10,000 for just such an article?"

Zhao Caixia didn't understand the current situation in the literary market at all. Her thinking was still stuck on ten or twenty years ago, thinking that an article only cost tens or hundreds of yuan.

Chen Yang explained: "Mom, not only today's issue, but my novel has 70,000 words. It will take a total of six issues to serialize, and the total royalties will be 10,000 yuan."

Chen Yang thought to himself: I only said 10,000 yuan, and my mother's jaw almost dropped.

How frightened would it be to tell her the true amount of royalties?

After Zhao Caixia heard what her son said, she suddenly felt a little relieved.

She looked at the magazine in her hand and then at her son's face, but didn't speak for a while.

When Chen Yang saw this, he poured a glass of water for his mother and told her to take a few sips to calm down her shock.

"Mom, you don't have to be so surprised. This is just the beginning. I will write new novels in the future, and I will definitely earn much more royalties than I do now." Chen Yang was vaccinated.

Zhao Caixia took the water glass and drank half of it in one sip, then asked: "Son, where is the royalties?"

As soon as Chen Yang heard his mother's tone, he immediately understood what she wanted to do, and his mind immediately started working quickly.

"Mom, the royalties haven't been paid yet. It will take at least two months for the magazine to go through the process. We have to wait." Chen Yang said.

Chen Yang didn't need to think twice to know that his mother would definitely ask for the royalties in the name of "helping him save it."

But Chen Yang has other arrangements for the money, so he can't give it to his mother yet.

In fact, Chen Yang thought for a moment that he could use the 10,000 yuan bankbook as royalties to show to his mother.

But after a second thought, I rejected it because the date on which the money was deposited in the bankbook did not match the time when the novel was submitted.

Zhao Caixia was immediately disappointed, frowned and said, "Then remember, when the royalties are paid, give them to me and I will save them for you. Otherwise, what will you do if you spend them lavishly?"

Chen Yang was secretly pleased with himself and thought: Sure enough, I am the only one who knows my mother!

After thinking for a while, Zhao Caixia felt that it was too unreal for her son to publish a novel in a magazine.

"Son, you didn't lie to me, did you?" There was still some doubt in Zhao Caixia's eyes.

Chen Yang sighed helplessly and handed the letter from the editorial department to his mother: "Mom, take a good look at this letter. This is a message written by the editors of the editorial department. Some of them are written to me. The name, it can’t be a lie, right?”

Zhao Caixia took the letter and read it word for word before nodding. The doubts in her heart were finally completely dissipated.

The next moment, Zhao Caixia's eyes fell on the magazine again.

Zhao Caixia suddenly pointed to the author's name and asked Chen Yang: "Is that you Antelope? How did you come up with such a pen name?"

Chen Yang had no intention of hiding anything, and said generously: "Ling is Zhou Lin, and sheep is me, so I chose this pen name."

After hearing this, Zhao Caixia was speechless and thought: What kind of devil is my son possessed? Even when he took the pen name, he was thinking about Zhou Lin.

At this moment, Zhao Caixia suddenly wanted to meet Zhou Lin. She wanted to see what kind of girl she was who could charm her son.

Zhao Caixia originally wanted to remind her son not to think about girls all the time and to focus on his studies.

But Chen Yang turned around and went back to the room without waiting for her to speak, using the excuse that he still had unfinished homework.

Zhao Caixia looked at the closed door and shook her head helplessly.

At 10:30 in the evening, Zhao Caixia sat on the bedside after washing up and turned on the small table lamp on the bedside table.

Zhao Caixia adjusted the position of the desk lamp, then opened the "Century Youth" magazine, found her son's novel and started reading.

Zhao Caixia read slowly and carefully, never skipping a word. She would re-read a sentence once or twice if she didn't understand it immediately, and continued reading only after she fully understood it.

Speaking of her son's high school education, Zhao Caixia read his article for the first time. She didn't expect her son's writing to be so good.

Although at first Zhao Caixia always struggled with why her son wanted to write romance novels about love.

But as the plot progresses, lively, interesting and humorous characters appear one by one, Zhao Caixia has put aside those thoughts and completely devoted herself to the wonderful plot.

An hour later, Zhao Caixia finished reading all the contents of the first serial.

Zhao Caixia was still unfinished at this point. Although she had already seen the words "The excitement will continue in the next issue" at the end, she couldn't help but look at the next page.

"Why is it gone? It's too short!" Zhao Caixia frowned and muttered.

At this time, Zhao Caixia felt that there was an extremely brilliant fireworks blooming brightly, but it was suddenly and ruthlessly extinguished.

That feeling of loss, of coming to an abrupt end, was like riding a roller coaster, reaching the peak of excitement and then suddenly falling to the bottom of disappointment.

The urgent desire to know the next plot direction is like being suspended in mid-air, neither up nor down, which makes people feel itchy and unbearable.

Zhao Caixia closed the magazine and sat on the bedside and hesitated for a long time. Finally, she couldn't help but get out of bed and put on her shoes.

Zhao Caixia opened the door gently and came to the living room, then looked at the crack in the door under Chen Yang's room.

At this time, there was no light in Chen Yang's room, and he must have gone to bed.

Although Zhao Caixia had the urge to ask her son for the content behind the novel, she thought about it carefully and resisted.

Because if he really did this, his son would definitely laugh at him. Even if he didn't laugh in front of his face, he would still laugh behind his back.

Just when Zhao Caixia was about to go back to her room to sleep, the iron door outside the door rang.

When Zhao Caixia heard the sound, she knew her husband was back, so she immediately turned on the light in the living room.

The door opened quickly, and Chen Ziqiang walked into the house with a tired look on his face, only to find that the lights were on and his wife was not asleep yet.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?" Chen Ziqiang asked Zhao Caixia in a low voice as he changed his shoes.

Zhao Caixia said: "I was just about to go to sleep. I came out to see if my son was asleep. You came back just in time."

Zhao Caixia was embarrassed to tell her husband what she really thought.