"My mother is about 1.6 meters tall, a little fat. Is there a suitable size for this style and color?"

Zhao Yan tossed and turned with a blue short-sleeved shirt, describing his mouth, and gestured at his mother's figure with his hands, and asked the female salesperson very seriously.

After listening carefully, the female salesperson smiled and nodded, "Some are some! handsome guy! This body type is very common like your mother's age, and we must have this size here! Wait a moment! I'll help you get it!"

"good!"

Zhao Yan smiled and watched the female salesperson walking quickly to the container on the side to get clothes, and his eyes looked at the other clothes on the row of clothes hangers in front of him.

Zhu Xiu stood beside him listening to his serious conversation with the salesperson. He paid attention to Zhao Yan's gaze from the corner of his eyes. She thought that the female salesperson had gone to get clothes and Zhao Yan would look at her again, but she didn't see Zhao Yan glance at her again from the corner of her eyes.

this……

Zhu Xiu felt a little frustrated.

At this moment, another young female salesperson walked up to her and asked with a smile: "Miss! Do you want to buy clothes for your mother? Is there any style you like? Every style of clothes here has many colors to choose from! I wonder which style do you prefer here?"

"Well……"

Zhu Xiu was about to wave his hand to let the female salesperson walk away, but from the corner of his eyes he suddenly caught Zhao Yan looking at her with a little curiosity, so the words to his mouth turned into: "Uh, right! I want to buy two summer clothes for my mother..."

As he said that, Zhu Xiu chose two stylish and elegant styles as if it were true, and said, "These two are good, please help me wrap them!"

The female salesperson's smile became even more affectionate, with her hands folded on her lower abdomen, and asked with a smile: "Okay! What size is your mother wearing? Or, can you describe your mother's height and approximate body shape?"

"Well……"

Zhu Xiu then remembered that he almost missed the show. He quickly described her height and body shape when her mother was alive. After the female salesperson also went to get the goods with a smile, Zhu Xiu Cai breathed a sigh of relief.

When I was paying attention to Zhao Yan from the corner of my eyes, I found that the child was already talking to the female salesperson who had returned from the goods. I looked at the clothes I just brought. After not finding any problems, I walked to the cashier to pay.

Zhao Yan quickly went to another area to choose clothes for his mother. His sister went to choose clothes. After paying the bill, Zhu Xiu carried two clothes worn by middle-aged women in the bag. He was a little depressed. Her mother died when she was in middle school. Her hometown was not in Nanjing. Who should I give these two clothes to?

The planned task made no progress, but bought two middle-aged women's clothes that were completely useless to her.

Until Zhao Yan left the mall, Zhu Xiu did not say a word to Zhao Yan.

This kid seemed to have just seen her and his eyes were basically not on her for more than three seconds.

...

Zhao Yan has been wandering in various shopping malls and shops until the sunset was about to set the horizon, and he ended the big purchase and drove back to school.

At this time, his trunk was almost full.

...

On the afternoon of the day when Zhao Yan returned home, he received a call from Zhou Xiaoqi, editor-in-chief of Jiuzhou Reading.

At that time, Zhao Yan had just arrived home for less than an hour, and her little sister was constantly going upstairs and downstairs, excitedly trying on various clothes and skirts that Zhao Yan bought for her. She was so happy that she kept going upstairs and downstairs. She was so tired that she was sweating all over her forehead. She didn't hear her crying, and her little face was filled with a happy smile.

My mother and elder sister were still packing up the food, clothing and use that Zhao Yan brought back. My mother kept nagging Zhao Yan about spending money indiscriminately, but the smile on her face never disappeared.

The eldest sister was very gentle. While helping to clean up, she listened to the younger sister's shouting with a smile. My mother's nagging, the most fun thing was Zhao Yan's father Zhao Dongrong.

He held a cigarette that Zhao Yan brought him back with him in his left hand, and a pear bought by Zhao Yan in his right hand. He smoked and ate the pear. He also whispered Zhao Yan from time to time, such as: "This prodigal son!", "Is this a burning man so much after making some money!", "Isn't this pear very sweet! You kid can buy things? The pear that you bought at a high price is just like this..."

In the past, when my father said this to Luo himself and stimulated him, Zhao Yan always had a rebellious mentality and couldn't help but fight against him. Then his mother would definitely stand on his side and scold his father with him. But this time, Zhao Yan kept listening with a smile, and sometimes even agreed with a few words. His attitude made his father Zhao Dongrong feel a little unhappy and glanced at him with strange eyes from time to time.

Zhao Yan gradually grew up and became sensible.

Especially after experiencing the days when he was trapped in Lu Yang's world, he slept like a vegetable in the hospital for more than half a month in the Ming Dynasty. After that incident, he learned a lot.

He knew how to cherish everything his parents gave him, including their nagging, saying that they were trapped in Lu Yang's world and that half month he couldn't return to. He really missed this family, missed his mother, elder sister, younger sister, and his father who had basically never given him a good face and spoken word since he was a child.

Miss very much!

I miss the braised pork, sweet and sour pork ribs, old chicken soup made by my mother, and many more; I miss the little dumplings, porridge, and soy milk that my elder sister brought to him to the table in advance every morning; I also miss the little face that my younger sister wrinkled when she was bickering with him, occasionally kicked his feet, and even the little sister often hit him for a report. In the early morning, the little sister quietly climbed up to his attic, teasing him for a short irritability; and the father's cold eyes and cold words...

When he was trapped in Lu Yang's world, Zhao Yan would always suddenly miss everything in this family inadvertently, and would think of many things that he usually forgot about.

For example, my father, although in Zhao Yan's memory, my father never gave him a good face and spoke well, and never praised him, when he was trapped in Zhao Yan's world, he remembered the severe high fever when he was four or five years old, and when he was confused by the high fever, my father hugged him and ran down the stairs in a hurry. When my father's red eyes were about to go down the first floor, he suddenly failed to fall from the stairs, but he still held him tightly in his arms. He also remembered that when he was very young, he once mischievously smashed a glass of a neighbor's house with a bad temper. The bad-tempered man caught up with him and slapped him in the face. When my father saw it, he yelled and rushed up to fight with the neighbor's man, and he was bleeding and limped home.

I also remembered when he was eight years old. My father didn't know what disease he had. He lay on the hospital bed. His rough hands kept touching his head and touching his small hands. Tears fell from the corners of his eyes. His lips trembled slightly and said: "A Yan! A Yan... What should you do if your father dies! A Yan! A Yan is going to die... Dad is going to die! My son... My son..."

In the past, when I was with my father every day, Zhao Yan always remembered his father scolding him and cold eyes, and even often hated him in his heart. He always felt that his mother was more intimate and said anything private to her.

When he was trapped in Lu Yang's world and couldn't come back, Zhao Yan was thinking about his father's love for him so much, but his love was different from his mother. He always hated him for being in a bad mood, he was not in tune with the rules, he didn't study hard, he always liked to read novels, practice martial arts, and got into trouble with others.

In fact, will my dad dislike him?

He is his only son! All his efforts are put on him.

Some time ago, when Zhao Yan woke up in the hospital, when he first saw his father, he lost a lot of weight, his face was no longer visible, his beard was unshaven, his eyes were dull, as if he had lost his soul.

When my father saw him looking at him with his eyes open on the hospital bed, his eyes turned red at that time, but he immediately turned around and did not let him see him cry.

Being sensible is a very wonderful experience. Some people never become sensible in their entire lives; some people start to be sensible very early; some people must experience major changes before they can repent.

Zhao Yan was not very sensible. He almost became the kind of gangster on the street. Today, he has finally grown a lot. He began to understand the love of his parents and understand his hard work. His mind gradually learned to be tolerant, tolerate every shortcomings of his family, and even began to like his mother's nagging, his father's cold words, and his face was cold.

Seeing the gifts he bought make his family so happy, Zhao Yan was very satisfied. In addition to his ambition to make his success, he found another reason for him to continue to work hard. For his father and mother can be proud of him, in order to report on his elder sister's years of care, and to protect and take good care of his sister in the future.

It is his brother’s responsibility to take care of his sister!

He began to understand that he should take on the responsibilities he should bear!

He is a man! In the past, he proved that he was a man with both fists and feet, and in the future, there would be another way!

It was in this state of mind that Zhao Yan received a call from editor-in-chief Zhou Xiaokai of Jiuzhou Reading.

Seeing that it was her number coming in, Zhao Yan's happy smile became bigger. While answering the phone, he went upstairs and went to his attic.

"Hey? Hello! Editor-in-chief Zhou!" Zhao Yan.

"Hello! Zhao Yan! I called you at this time, why didn't you bother you?" Zhou Xiaoqi's words were very polite, making people feel as if they were bathed in spring.

Zhao Yan: "Haha, no! I'm at home now. Does Editor Zhou have any good news to tell me?"

Zhou Xiaoqiu: "Haha, yes! Zhao Yan! We have worked together happily on your previous work. We have reviewed your new book manuscript here. There is definitely no problem signing and publishing it! Haha, I call you today to tell you the good news! How about it? Do you have any requirements for the manuscript remuneration for this book?"

Zhou Xiaoqi did not immediately tell her quotation, but asked Zhao Yan first.

Zhao Yan had already walked to the second floor, and the wooden door on the second floor was already looking at it. He smiled and said, "Editor Zhou! What is the price you give? According to the quality of my new book, what price can you give me?"

"We..."

Zhou Xiaoqi paused and said, "Zhao Yan! You can see this is OK! We will compare the price of your work, and we will mention you 200 yuan in a thousand words! Your work is 150 yuan in a thousand words, right? What do you think?"

Zhao Yan pushed open the door of the attic and walked in, closed the door casually. When he heard this, he frowned slightly and asked, "Why is it compared to my work? Haven't I started to share the royalty in this work? Is it 10% of the royalty in this work? Why did I start to get the fixed royalty this time?"

"hehe!"

On the phone, Zhou Xiaoqi chuckled and explained to Zhao Yan in a patient tone: "Zhao Yan! Don't be disgusted for now? Actually, what do you think! I have been making the publishing industry for many years, and have signed many various contracts. In my personal experience, in fact, there are benefits of getting fixed manuscript fees, and getting royalty is the benefit of getting royalty. Of course, they all have their own shortcomings! For example, if we sign you a royalty share, the sales volume of your new book is not as good as your psychological expectations, and it is not as good as the book "Swordsman". Then, it is very likely that the manuscript fee you can get in this new book every month will be greatly reduced, and the manuscript fee you can get in the end is probably less than 200 thousand words. Think about it carefully, is this the reason?"

Zhao Yan frowned even more, stopped in the middle of the attic, and said unhesitantly: "Editor Zhou! What do you mean is that you can only sign a contract of 200 thousand words for me this time? The royalty sharing is no longer possible, right?"

On the phone, Zhou Xiaoqi chuckled again and continued to comfort him: "Zhao Yan! Don't be angry for now, okay? We haven't signed the contract yet, so we are communicating! In this way, let me tell you this! Let me declare first, I will give you a contract of 200 thousand words this time. I really think that we can cooperate for a long time. We are very optimistic about your future development prospects. Everyone thinks that this contract can give you more protection, and it is definitely not to reduce the royalties given to you!"

Zhao Yan still frowned, but since Zhou Xiaoqi said this, he forced himself to suppress his impatientness and said briefly: "I'm listening! You said!"

Zhou Xiaoqi's voice still smiled: "Very good! It's great if you listen! Zhao Yan! To be honest, the new book you submitted to us, Tianlong Jiu... isn't right! Tianlong Bazi, right?"

Zhao Yan: "Yes!"

Zhou Xiaoqiu: "Okay! To be honest, the result of our review of your new book is that its opening is not as high as your previous work. The settings of the male and female protagonists are not the most likable category. The editor we reviewed actually suggested that I continue to share the royalties, because in that case, the royalties we need to pay you will probably be much less! But! I am optimistic about your future! I also understand that it is difficult for an author to connect with it for a period of time.

I will continue to write two high-quality works! So, I hope to use a fixed royalty method to ensure that you can continue to create with peace of mind, without having to do so because the sales of this new book may be poor, your royalty is not much, and the royalty fee you can get every month is far less than your previous work, and I am discouraged and end in a hurry! Zhao Yan! Believe me! I signed a 200 contract for you, it is really for you! I want to help you! I hope you don’t misunderstand it!”

(ps: In the first half of this chapter, I found the feeling of writing in 2003 again. Once again, I burst into tears when I was writing, and found the touch of writing.) (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!