I write novels in Liyue

The melodious singing, accompanied by the sound of the wind blowing the sweet-scented osmanthus trees, is constantly lingering in front of the Hall of Rebirth.

Congliufang is you, Yeping is you, it has always been you, and I have a preference for you.

Until I promised you that I don't love you, I haven't promised myself yet.

Then to Yiyi's gaze, the memory that will never change in this life, looking at the sword like a face.

The scenes in the book seem to be presented before the eyes again.

The three songs ended, but the wind did not stop.

It's just that people have dispersed...

The sweet-scented osmanthus tree rustled.

Fang Qiu stood under the swaying lantern, the lights were dim, and the cool sea breeze blew by, blowing the white hair on her forehead.

Quiet as water.

After a long while, Yun Jin and Zai finally came to their senses. They wiped away the tears from their faces and applauded Fang Qiu.

"Thanks to Miss Fang Qiu, every song reminds me of the contents of the book."

Yun Jin praised: "And the singing is really nice."

"Yes, yes, although the lyrics are a little more popular, they can accurately make people understand the meaning. This is the so-called commonness of vulgarity and elegance."

Hu Tao also nodded, tasting and said.

Hearing what Hu Tao and Yun Jin said, Fang Qiu hurriedly said a few words of humility.

After chatting for a long time outside the Rebirth Hall, they bid farewell to Hu Tao and got up to leave after it got dark.

Yunjin went back to Heyu Teahouse.

Fang Qiu went home.

Hu Tao sent Fang Qiu home.

……

At this time, on the second floor of the Pastoral Hall.

Zhong Li was sitting in front of the desk, when a gust of alley wind blew in, the flames in the room flickered immediately.

Under the flickering firelight, Zhongli's face flickered.

He picked up the cup of cold tea, drank it in one gulp, and immediately turned his attention to the "Sword" on the desk.

The number of pages in the book has been turned to the last few pages.

The text is that Xu Changqing summoned a heavy snow for Zixuan.

"Let's go out for a walk."

After a long time, Zhong Li sighed, closed the book, and put the whole set of books on the antique shelf.

Turned around and walked out of the room.

……

Although Yun Jin traveled with Fang Qiu and Hu Tao, they parted ways halfway through.

Yun Jin walked alone under the quiet night of the lanterns.

"Miss Fang Qiu is really a wonderful person, with many talents. It doesn't matter if she writes such a good novel, but she can also sing such a good song. Moreover, she wrote the song herself."

Looking at the quiet street, Yunjin murmured to herself softly: "However, this time I don't have a chance to talk about operas with Ms. Fang Qiu. Regardless of other things, even "Sword" should be adapted into operas, right?"

"Speaking of which, Xin Yan seems to have been back in Liyue Port for a while. She should hold a concert soon, right? At that time, call Fang Qiu and Hu Tao together. I don't know if Miss Fang Qiu likes rock and roll. "

"Although Ms. Fang Qiu has a soft and weak face, she doesn't seem to like rock and roll, but even the old-fashioned guest at the Pastoral Hall likes to listen to Xin Yan's rock and roll, maybe Miss Fang Qiu will like it too? "

"Miss Fang Qiu sings so well, so she must have a lot of common topics with Xin Yan. Speaking of this, Miss Fang Qiu's first book is about music, right? Go back and read a book tonight before going to bed."

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Hu Tao sent Fang Qiu home all the way.

"Want to come in and sit down and have a cup of tea?"

Fang Qiu asked.

"No, no, didn't you say that you have already written a book for a day? You are already very tired after watching and singing with us, so I won't bother you."

Walnut shook his head and said.

"OK then."

Seeing that Hu Tao had already made up his mind, Fang Qiu didn't say any more.

After leaving Fang Qiu's house, Hu Tao strolled on the street all the way.

In the moonlight, she walked and sang.

This time it was not the Qiuqiu ballad, nor was it "I bask in the sun when the sun comes out, and I bask in the moon when the moon comes out", but a song sung by Fang Qiu.

"Void yesterday, now you are in front of me... I think you are the answer... I have a preference for you..."

Walnut likes this song very much.

Preference for you.

……

After the walnuts left.

Fang Qiu is like a salted fish, with a seductive body, nestled straight into the bouncing bomb.

Looking at the manuscript of "Your Name" in front of him, Fang Qiu fell into deep thought.

She seems to have a very serious problem.

Should she continue writing novels, or sleep instead?

After hesitating for a while, Fang Qiu made a choice.

That is sleep.

This time it's not that she's lazy to fish.

It's just that she has been writing for a day, and she went out to listen to plays and sing songs, and her energy has long been exhausted.

Now that the energy is running out, the quality of what is written will also decline.

Go to sleep.

So, Fang Qiu got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling mirror, and slowly took off her dress.

"Speaking of which, have your breasts gotten bigger recently..."

Fang Qiu, who was about to change into a nightgown, couldn't help frowning as she looked at the naked and weak woman in the floor-to-ceiling mirror.

The forearms are slender and weak, there is no trace of fat on the waist and abdomen, and the legs also have no trace of excess flesh, slender and straight.

None of this changed.

But the boobs seem to get bigger...

Although it is still round and upright, without any drooping...but it always feels a little bigger.

"Measure it."

Fang Qiu sighed softly, took out a cloth ruler from the drawer, stuck the cloth strip on the back, then pulled it to the chest, and finally butted it in the center of the chest.

The taut white cloth strips tightly strangled the tender white flesh, and the snow-white tenderness was slightly deformed by the strips.

"It's really grown... alas..."

Looking at the size marked before, Fang Qiu sighed slightly, feeling a little melancholy.

Sure enough, I gained weight.

I have money recently, and the food is great.

So, she took the cloth ruler and measured other body data.

I don't know if it's good news...

The other data of the body have not changed in the slightest.

No change in the arms, no change in the waist, no change in the thighs, no change in the calves.

In other words, all the fat that gained weight ran to the chest.

"It should be considered good news, at least you don't need to lose weight."

Fang Qiu thought for a while and said.

The bigger the chest, the bigger it is, at least not so big that it affects the beauty.

In the previous life, some group members sent pictures that were too big, and it felt that they were completely out of the aesthetic level, just for the sake of being big and big...

It is better to have a more symmetrical figure.

For a pigeon, systematic training is really life-threatening.

Not to mention that this life is still a sick person.

The kind of panting after two steps is basically a farewell to exercise.

However, there is also a disadvantage of enlarged breasts.

Fang Qiu cast her eyes on the nightgown that Sister Yinger gave her that would shrink her chest.

When wearing a nightdress, I guess it will be even more uncomfortable...

It seems that another day I still have to find Sister Yinger to make a loose panda pajamas, otherwise, who can stand it once a day.

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ps: I have something to do in the past few days, and I was drunk and dizzy. The update has been delayed. I will resume the update as soon as possible.

Chapter 130 Please Let Me Go