"There's nothing much to do now. We can carry out the next step of the plan ahead of time!”
When Bai Yu returned home in the afternoon, he patted his cheek to erase the kiss from his mind and nodded seriously.
Legend of Wukong
This was the next step of his plan, the novel!
He only had one goal, which was to make full use of the popularity of the classic Journey to the West. The goal of this song was also the same. He wanted to make Journey to the West popular again!
Ye Han had used 1000 popularity points from Xiao Lan to exchange for a Memory Recovery capsule, which had restored the memory of the contents of several novels he had read in his previous life. Now, even if he were to recite them backwards, he could still recite the contents of these novels.
I will become very strong, strong enough to withstand everything.
If losing is bitter, are you still afraid of giving?
If falling is suffering, do you still want happiness?
If confusion is suffering, should it begin or end?
If pursuit was suffering, was this strength or stubbornness?
……
For a moment, the sound of typing on the keyboard in Ye Han's room was endless. In the evening, Han Mengling and Ye Fan had already gotten off work and returned home without noticing at all.
"Old Ye, what do you think Xiao Han is doing?”
Han Mengling asked Ye Fan, who was changing his clothes. She had already told Ye Fan about Ye Han's singing when she returned to the company. Ye Fan naturally didn't believe her. How could he not know what his son was capable of?
He sings especially well?
It didn't exist.
"He's probably messing around again. Don't worry about him. He should be out after dinner.”
Ye Fan changed into a set of home clothes and smiled as he looked at Ye Han, who was typing away. To be honest, this was the first time he had seen Ye Han being so serious about something.
"Hmm…"
Han Mengling walked to the door of Ye Han's room and nodded at the serious Ye Han. Then she went downstairs to prepare dinner. She made up her mind to make a sumptuous dinner to reward her son.
……
"Xiao Han, it's time for dinner!"
Han Mengling shouted at the top of the stairs from the first floor, but Ye Han still did not respond. She had to take off her apron and go to Ye Han's room.
"Xiao Han, it's time for dinner. Even if you're busy, you have to finish dinner first.”
Han Mengling leaned over Ye Han and looked at him, then at the screen. After that, she could no longer take her eyes off the screen.
I want the sky to no longer cover my eyes.
I want this land to bury my heart.
I want all living beings to understand my intentions.
He wanted all the Buddhas to disappear like smoke!
What domineering words!
Han Mengling was getting more and more engrossed in the show. She had long forgotten the reason for her visit. In fact, she was asking Ye Han to go downstairs for dinner.
"Why aren't these two coming down…"
Ye Fan, who was sitting on the chair waiting for the two of them, put down his phone speechlessly and got up to go upstairs. As soon as he entered Ye Han's room, he saw his son typing on the keyboard while his wife was looking at the screen seriously.
"You two…"
Before Ye Fan could finish speaking, Han Mengling gestured for him to keep quiet. Then, she pointed at Ye Han and then at the computer screen, meaning not to disturb her son and to watch quietly.
Ye Fan revealed a curious expression and nodded. He also leaned down from the other side of Ye Han and looked at the screen. With this look, there was another person who could not take his eyes off the screen.
It was only when Ye Han felt his back ache and his eyes ache that he got up and stretched. At this time, he realized that his parents had actually come.
"Little Han, you've worked hard."
Han Mengling came behind Ye Fan and helped massage his shoulders. She had mixed feelings about this story. At this moment, there was only one thought in her mind. So Journey to the West could be written like this!
"Amazing, son. Did you write this book?”
Ye Fan asked. Only now did he realize that he didn't know his son at all. He could sing well, compose music, and write novels. Moreover, this novel actually made him fascinated.
"Nonsense, if it wasn't Xiao Han who wrote it, it was you!”
Han Mengling was unhappy when she heard this. She had seen her son type it out word by word with her own eyes. How could it not be written by him?
"Alright, Mom, I did write this, and I plan to publish it in the next few days to see the effect.”
Ye Han smiled slightly. As for looking at the effect, he was just being humble. He had already experienced the strength of this book in his previous life. In this life, it should not be inferior.
"That's great. Our company also has a literature department. Let's publish in that department. I'll get them to give you the best resources for your novel.”
Ye Fan instantly made up his mind. His thoughts were the same as Han Mengling's. She also thought the same way. Anyway, her son's works would definitely be published under her own company. He should not let the fertile water flow into the fields of others.
"Alright, let's talk about it after I finish writing. This Legend of Wukong is just a short story, so it won't take too long.”
Ye Han nodded in agreement. He would only choose to let the novel return to the public's view in about two days, and these two days were the time to let the song 9981 show its effect.
This book comes from：m.funovel.com。