Rebirth: Recovering My Treasure Girl

Chen Ziqiang looked at his son's room and asked in a low voice: "Is Xiao Yang asleep?"

Zhao Caixia nodded and warned: "Keep your voice down when washing, so as not to wake up your son."

"I know." Chen Ziqiang agreed softly, then locked the door and turned to the bathroom.

When Chen Ziqiang finished washing and entered the bedroom, Zhao Caixia had not yet fallen asleep.

She was sitting on the bedside, holding a magazine called "Youth of the Century" and reading it carefully.

But at this moment, Zhao Caixia was no longer reading her son's novels, but other articles.

Chen Ziqiang walked closer and tilted his head to look at the cover of the magazine. He was suddenly curious: "Honey, why are you suddenly looking at young people's magazines?"

Zhao Caixia was a little unhappy when she heard this. She lowered the magazine and asked, "You mean, I'm old now?"

Chen Ziqiang immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing, and quickly shook his head with a smile: "No, no, you are not old at all, you are very young and beautiful!"

After hearing what her husband said, Zhao Caixia stopped arguing with him.

Then, Zhao Caixia turned to the page of her son's novel and handed the magazine to her husband.

"Look at this." Zhao Caixia said.

Chen Ziqiang took it and looked at it twice, and then asked in confusion: "What's wrong? Why do you want me to see this?"

Zhao Caixia said: "Look carefully, this novel is your son's masterpiece!"

"Written by Xiao Yang?" Chen Ziqiang was very surprised. He immediately sat down next to Zhao Caixia's desk lamp and began to read it seriously.

Zhao Caixia felt that her husband was in the way of sitting on her quilt, so she patted him and signaled: "Look over there, don't squeeze me."

Chen Ziqiang didn't say anything. He took the magazine and went to his end, and quickly turned on the lamp on the bedside table.

Zhao Caixia was already lying on the bed, looking at her husband and said: "Your son is now successful. First he decided on the candidate for his future daughter-in-law, and now he has started writing this love novel. I don't know what to do in the future. Something terrible is going to happen!"

Chen Ziqiang said nothing, still reading the novel intently.

Seeing that he ignored her, Zhao Caixia reached out and patted her husband's pillow and said, "Stop reading now. You won't be able to finish it in a while. Lie down quickly. I have something to tell you. You will read the novel tomorrow." Take your time and look."

Chen Ziqiang was already a little attracted by the plot of the novel at this time, but after hearing his wife's words, he still suppressed his curiosity and closed the magazine.

After lying down, Chen Ziqiang did not turn off the desk lamp in a hurry. He turned around and looked at his wife and said, "When did Xiao Yang submit the manuscript? He didn't even tell us."

Zhao Caixia immediately told her husband the time when Chen Yang wrote the novel and submitted it.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Caixia asked: "Guess how much the royalties for your son's novel were?"

Only then did Chen Ziqiang realize that there was still such a thing as royalties.

After thinking for a while, he shook his head and said, "I don't know, how much?"

Zhao Caixia revealed a finger from under the quilt and said in a serious tone: "This is the number!"

"A thousand?" Chen Ziqiang was surprised at first, and then his eyes lit up: "Not bad, this guy! The manuscript fee for a novel is as much as my two months' salary."

Zhao Caixia was so happy that she couldn't help but laugh and said, "It's ten thousand!"

"Ah?" Chen Ziqiang was stunned: "How much?"

"Ten thousand!" Zhao Caixia repeated in a more serious tone.

Chen Ziqiang looked in disbelief: "Is it so profitable to write novels now?"

Zhao Caixia pouted and said, "Do you think the current royalties are still the same as when we were studying?"

Little did Chen Ziqiang know that Zhao Caixia had also looked at the current royalty standards in the literary market just like him.

The more Chen Ziqiang thought about it, the happier he became, and couldn't help but said: "Honey, how about we go to Shitan Town to visit my parents this weekend?"

Zhao Caixia knew without asking that her husband wanted to go back and tell his parents-in-law that his son had published a novel.

Zhao Caixia said: "If you want to tell the elders about your son's novel writing, then you'd better not go."

"why?"

Chen Ziqiang didn't understand very much and thought to himself: His son has done something so promising, why can't he go back to report the good news?

Zhao Caixia said: "Don't even think about what novel your son wrote. His novel is about young men and women falling in love, okay?"

"I'm not worried about your mother, but what about your father? With his old-fashioned thinking, your son is still in his second year of high school. Can he agree that your son has done something promising?"

Chen Ziqiang immediately stopped talking, because his wife was indeed right.

Given his father's stubborn way of thinking, it is estimated that after knowing this, not only would he not praise Xiaoyang, but he might even think that he was not doing his job properly and scold himself and his wife for not disciplining their son well.

"Then... let's not go now." Chen Ziqiang had no choice but to give up the idea.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Ziqiang said: "Then go to my mother-in-law's house. If your mother and sister know about this, they will definitely be very happy."

Zhao Caixia shook her head and said, "It's better not to go."

"Why?" Chen Ziqiang asked with a frown.

Zhao Caixia quickly organized her words, and then said slowly: "Husband, this is what I think about this. My son can publish novels in magazines and earn such a large amount of royalties. I am actually quite happy and happy for him. Proud......"

"But you also know that he is still a high school student after all. The most important thing is that the novel he wrote is about falling in love. This is really inconsistent with his status as a high school student. conform to."

When Chen Ziqiang heard this, he felt it made sense and couldn't help but nodded slightly.

Zhao Caixia continued: "I think so. It is enough for the two of us to know this. There is no need to go out and publicize it everywhere. Even if we want to say it, we have to wait until our son is admitted to college. What do you think?"

Chen Ziqiang thought for a while and nodded in agreement: "Well, you are right. Xiao Yang is still in high school now. If people knew that he was writing a love novel, they would indeed find it strange. It would be better not to publicize it for the time being. "

When Zhao Caixia saw that her husband agreed with her idea, a smile immediately appeared on her face.

The couple then chatted for a few more words, and then each turned off the lamp on the bedside table.

In the darkness, Chen Ziqiang suddenly asked with a smile: "Honey, do you still remember what Xiao Yang said to us during the Chinese New Year?"

"What words?" Zhao Caixia asked.

Chen Ziqiang said with a smile: "Xiao Yang said he wanted to make money to buy us a car. Now Xiao Yang has made 10,000 yuan. It seems that it won't be long before we can drive the car bought by our son, hahaha... ..”

"What a beautiful idea you have!" Zhao Caixia said rudely: "I want to save my son's royalties for his college tuition, so don't worry about this money!"

Chen Ziqiang shook his head with a wry smile and said, "Oh! That's what I said... Do you think I can really use this money to buy a car?"

Zhao Caixia replied: "Who knows."

Chen Ziqiang: "......"

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A week later.

The March issue of "Youth of the Century" has arrived at major bookstores, newsstands, and magazine distribution points in the city.

After learning the news, Zhou Lin and Jenny Wu went to the newsstand together during dinner time.

In front of the newsstand, Jenny Wu quickly rummaged through Chen Yang's novels as soon as she got the magazine.

Soon, Jenny Wu shouted excitedly: "Found it, found it..."

Although Zhou Lin also bought a magazine, she immediately leaned over when she heard Jenny Wu’s voice.

The two of them looked at the printed matter in the magazine, and their happiness was beyond words.

After a while, Jenny Wu suddenly made a confused voice: "Huh? That's weird..."

"What's weird?" Zhou Lin asked hurriedly.

Jenny Wu pointed to the author's name and asked in confusion: "Why is Chen Yang's pen name Antelope? What does this mean?"

"antelope......"

Zhou Lin only read it once and immediately understood the meaning, and instantly had a happy smile on her face.

But Jenny Wu hadn’t figured it out yet, she frowned and thought, “Could it be that Chen Yang prefers animals like antelopes?”

“Probably not, I’ve never heard him mention that he likes antelopes!” Jenny Wu was puzzled.

Zhou Lin couldn't help but whispered softly: "No! Antelope didn't mean that..."

Jenny Wu immediately turned to look at Zhou Lin, and suddenly realized that something was wrong with the smile on her face.

Zhou Lin was a little shy when Jenny Wu looked at her, so she nodded slightly and whispered: "Antelope is... two people..."

Jenny Wu was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, and blurted out: “It turns out that the antelope represents you and him!”

At this moment, Jenny Wu felt as if she had been force-fed a mouthful of dog food.