A ray of sunshine in the early morning shone through the gaps in the curtains, hit the desk with manuscripts, hit the face of the silver-haired man in front of the desk, and the lights in the room also dimmed.

He was so serious that he was writing on the paper. Whenever he was dissatisfied, he would change to another piece of paper and start over again. After two hours of this state, the man stretched out his waist and the crackling sound of beans bursting sounded. He took out a stack of paper clips from the drawer and clamped the few more satisfactory papers he had just finished. It was not until this moment that his expression changed a little and he became sad.

When he opened the curtains, the bright morning light hit his face. The man could feel the surging power in his body. His fatigue disappeared in just a few seconds. The sunlight illuminated the entire room, a room that could not be said to be tidy. He turned around and looked at the photo hanging on the head of the bed. It was a photo of him and his wife and children, and sighed silently.

"After you leave, I can't even take care of myself." He said bitterly.

After putting on his clothes, he took the book of paper and went out.

In the yard, a group of children about five or six years old were playing and playing. The oldest girl, almost ten years old, stood by and looked after them. When she saw the man coming out, she asked, "Are you going to work hard again?"

The man touched her little head, pointed to the manuscript, and said, "I will give this to them, and when I come back, I will take you to see my parents."

Leaving home, the man walked all the way to the royal palace, the most luxurious place in the city. This place used to be the shelter of his soul.

It was, and it was just that, now he didn't want to come here at all, but he had to come.

"If you can print more points, print more points, and try to let more ordinary people see it. After printing, leave me more than twenty books, and the packaging is better. I want to show them to their children." The man said to the manager of the printing hall.

"This is..." the manager asked.

"The deeds we will remember in our hearts forever."

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!