"Have you got inspiration?" Xiaodai asked.
"Well, a plot has been arranged." Tang Yan nodded.
"Pay attention to rest." Xiaodai said after a moment of silence, "The pile of coffee boxes is higher than you."
"I will be rich when the coffee boxes are stacked as high as three stories high." Tang Yan smiled.
"I won't let you have that chance, drink less coffee!" Xiaodai shouted, "Go and paint. Go to bed early after painting."
"Yes, yes." Tang Yan waved and entered the room. The house they rented had two bedrooms and one living room. One of the rooms was converted into a studio, which was filled with manuscript papers.
Creating is something that requires a lot of concentration. Not long after, the sound of the brush tip rubbing against the manuscript paper was heard.