Zhu Changsheng did not respond to Tan Chaoyang's words, but urged.

Qin Chaoyang held the manuscript and the first thing he saw was the title of the novel - "The Death of Van Gogh".

There is also a crossed-out name next to it, which is probably invalid.

"Is this the novel you said Lin Chaoyang wrote about Van Gogh?"

"right."

Tan Chaoyang nodded and said, "You sit down first and I'll take a look."

He said something, walked to the desk, turned on the lamp, put on his reading glasses, and began to read the manuscript in his hand attentively.

The north wind outside the window became stronger and stronger, whistling and fanning the doors and windows, making a slight sound. The wind helped the fire, and the fire burned even more fiercely.

The louder the wind sounds, the more tranquil the atmosphere in the house becomes.

Tan Chaoyang sat at the desk and read the manuscript intently. Zhu Changsheng was extremely bored, and his eyebrows, mouth and nose became more sensitive in such a quiet atmosphere.

He smelled the smell of burning coal filling the air between his breaths. He stared at the blazing flames in the furnace, and a scene seemed to appear in front of him.
Chapter completed!