小说内容

unfold, letting the light pour in. The room wasn't fancy, just a basic setup with a desk, a computer, and a couple of worn-out chairs. The air was filled with the scent of old books and the distant hum of the city. On the desk, a stack of documents lay open, each page filled with notes, ideas, and half-formed plots. Chen Chen was sitting in one of the chairs, staring at the ceiling, a faint smile playing on his lips. Suddenly, the phone on the desk rang, cutting through the silence. Chen Chen reached over and picked it up, expecting it to be another rejection from a publisher or a question from a beta reader. But instead, he heard a cheerful voice on the other end. "Chen Chen, this is Li Hua from 'Fantasy издателство'! We've decided to publish your book!" Chen Chen's eyes widened, and he nearly dropped the phone. He stared at it, willing it to be a dream, but the voice on the other end was too real. Finally, he managed to stammer, "Really? You... you want to publish my book?"