She even regretted finding Mr. Chang's books. Without those books, Yu Dong would not be so tired.

In the past, when she first met Yu Dong, her feelings for him were more of an appreciation for a young writer, thinking that he could produce more works for the world to see.

Later, when they really got together, her thoughts completely changed. No matter what works or talents, they were not as important as her body.

"I'll get you some snacks, let's chat while we eat."

"Thank you, sister-in-law."

"Trouble."

Seeing Cheng Yanqiu go to find food for them, Yu Dong curled his lips and said: "Give them food, and the blind man lights the lamp in vain."

"Eat something, look at you like this." Bi Feiyu smiled and raised the manuscript in his hand, "Let me tell you, your manuscript is in my hand now. If you make me unhappy, be careful.

A handful of ashes were burned to it."

Yu Hua chuckled: "This shows the benefits of using a computer to write."

Yu Dong pointed to his head with an indifferent expression: "Don't worry, it's all stored here. Anyway, this manuscript needs to be revised and copied again."

"Okay, okay, no more joking." Bi Feiyu suddenly made a serious expression, "Tell me, did Yu Hua give you a red envelope? You also want to write "Alive" in the book

inside."

Mentioning "Alive", Yu Hua said proudly: "I didn't ask him for the copyright fee, so it's good, but I gave him a red envelope?"

"Oh, I'm even shaking."

"I think you were included in it because you didn't have any works, so you're probably feeling sour."

Bi Feiyu touched his nose and said, "Don't mention it, it's really a little bit."

Mo Yan rolled his eyes at the two of them, "Stop it, I want to hear Yu Dong talk about how he wrote this story. Didn't he say that he wanted to write about semiotics before? Why did he suddenly write this novel? What happened in the middle?

Did something happen that we don’t know about?”

Yu Dong smiled, got up and went to the study to take out the pile of information and distributed it to them. Yu Hua had already read it, so naturally he didn't take it.

"Is this?" Mo Yan looked at the information in his hand, "It seems to be your handwriting?"

"Well, it is indeed my handwriting, but the content inside is not written by me. All these contents come from an old gentleman's collection of books. I have collected the originals and these are copied by me."

Bi Feiyu looked at the information in his hand and came to some understanding, "Is this old gentleman the prototype of Mr. Chang in the book?"

"Yes, that's right. Most of the stories about Mr. Chang and his wife in the book come from these records. This Mr. Chang is from Shanghai and lives in JA District, not far from the home of an uncle of mine. When I was a child, I

When I went to my uncle's house to play, I saw..."

This time, Yu Dong told Yu Hua and others in detail how he knew Mr. Chang and how he obtained these books.

After listening, Yu Hua joked, "I think you should add another line in this novel to include the story of you and Teacher Cheng, especially when you returned to Jinling and Teacher Cheng went through all kinds of hardships.

The process of finding these 256 books."

Cheng Yanqiu, who was not far away, smiled and said: "Teacher Yu, you are joking, there is no need to go through all kinds of hardships."

"I believe there must be some. These are more than 250 books. If nothing else, they must have cost a lot of money."

When Yu Hua mentioned money, Yu Dong raised his eyebrows. He had never thought about money from beginning to end.

But now that I think about it, these books may have really cost Cheng Yanqiu a lot of money.

Although they are married, they both manage their own finances.

Donglai usually buys big things at home, but Cheng Yanqiu usually spends a lot of money, so she probably didn't save much money.

If these books were more expensive, they might empty Cheng Yanqiu's coffers.

"Actually, it's not bad. People basically don't ask for much, and most of them are at normal prices."

Mo Yan said: "Mr. Chang's story is certainly touching, but Yu Dong's way of threading the needle still amazed me, especially the fact that he was able to revolve the story around a certain book, which fully proved his ability to control. There is just one comparison.

pity……"

"What's the pity?" Liu Changmin asked curiously.

After reading the entire manuscript, he felt that it was really well written. It was very good in every aspect, and there was nothing to criticize at all. So Mo Yan said that there were some pity points, which made him a little curious.

Mo Yan said with a smile: "It's a pity that I have read all the books mentioned in it. If there are some less famous articles, it would be unexpected for me to find some good works after reading them.
Chapter completed!