I write novels in Liyue

The little girl playing on the pier is followed by two little boys. They fly a kite, and when a gust of wind blows, the kite flies into the sky.

On the horizon in the distance, the sun is gradually rising.

"Yang and Qizhe, the night is bright and the sky is bright, Qingyang Yaoling, harmonious and graceful, not bad, really good."

Fang Qiu was wearing a cool one-piece nightdress, standing in front of the window, with the breeze blowing, her snow-like hair fluttering in the wind.

Rare to get up early.

Looking at the familiar scenery in front of her, she couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction.

The few words she said just now sounded like Taoist priests chanting mantras, which roughly meant that the night is over, the sun is up, the sun is out, and the wind is so comfortable.

In Hu Tao's words, this situation is like a poem.

Facing the Ocean, Spring and Blossom.

You can see the sea view when you wake up.

This is life, this is enjoyment.

In such a comparison, the previous life was really miserable.

I still remember my previous life, staying up late every day to get up, not to mention watching the sea view, the city with windows open is dirty and messy, and the noise and exhaust of cars.

It's a shame to wake up.

However, in addition to these, there are unpalatable and expensive takeaways, range hoods that do not work at all times, and dark and gloomy corridors, as well as the author's backstage, which is scarce, and continues to go down like a ladder every day The follow-up data of...

Thinking about it this way, except for the first month in Liyue, which was a bit difficult, the rest of the days seemed to be quite comfortable.

With money in hand, friends by your side, delicious food on the table, and free time to listen to operas, listen to books, go fishing, and bask in the sun.

If it doesn't work, you can take Xiangling and Hutao to the wild to fight slimes or Qiuqiu people.

In addition to the lack of electronic products, the slow-paced life here is hardly perfect.

Thinking of this, Fang Qiu stretched his waist and let out a low moan in comfort.

Then she turned her gaze to a stack of manuscripts on the table.

These days, she has written the entire content of "Your Name".

Tachibana Taki in Inazuma Castle, and Mitsuha Miyamizu in a remote town.

In the movie "Your Name", due to limited space, the plot of Takibana Taki and Mitsuha Miyamizu was arranged hastily, using a MV-like expression, plus a classic "Previous past life", Bring the plot of their love to the past.

Cause their love is a bit abrupt.

Therefore, when she wrote the book, she expanded their emotional line in the story.

Let them have mutual affection and become more natural.

And later, Mitsuha Miyamizu ran to Tokyo to find Tachibana Taki, but because of the wrong timeline, she missed the train.

And in the finale, Mitsuha Miyamizu and Tachibana take different trains.

She originally planned to remove the means of transportation and simply change it to the market.

Although I have never been to Daozuma, I can know from the information and Sister Beidou and the others.

Inazuma should not have such a thing as a train...

So I want to change it to a market.

But after thinking about it carefully, it is better not to play with those bells and whistles, and simply change it to the kind of boat that ferry people.

Two misses on board, seems fine too.

In short, it creates a scene where two people cannot meet immediately.

You can't jump into the sea, can you?

That would be Titanic.

You jump, I jump too.

Then the cold sea water, without planks, both died in love.

As for the climax, where the town yells and blows up the power station, she decided to simplify.

Just tell people to run away and be done.

To put it simply, all modern products are removed, and those that can be replaced are replaced, and those that cannot be replaced are deleted.

Modifications and deletions along the way have no effect on the narrative plot.

After checking the manuscript, Fang Qiu pressed down the manuscript with something, and came to the floor-to-ceiling mirror, ready to change clothes.

There are two ways to take off a dress.

One is to take it off, and the other is to take it off.

The two methods of escape are also very simple.

If the upper chest is bigger, take it off from the bottom, if the buttocks are bigger, take it off from the top, it's very simple.

However, normal people choose to take it off.

It’s just that there will be a very uncomfortable time when you take it off, that is, when you pull up the dress, the clothes will block people’s sight.

Fang Qiu grabbed the sling on his shoulder and pulled it up, and it was quickly taken off completely.

The delicate skin on his body was immediately exposed to the slightly cold air, and he didn't know if he was lying on his side and pressed down. The slightly raised part connecting the flat ground and the mountain peak was pierced with a red mark.

Fang Qiu touched it lightly, but it still hurt slightly.

Even though she had already gotten used to her own body, Fang Qiu couldn't help swallowing when she saw in the floor-to-ceiling mirror the peerless beauty with her beautiful hair and exuding a seductive aura.

So beautiful, really beautiful.

Fang Qiu hurriedly dressed and set off towards Liyue Publishing House.

It has been a while since the last book release day, and the streets are full of people.

Fang Qiu took the manuscript and walked all the way towards Liyue Publishing House.

After so many days, the discussions on "Sword of Immortal Sword" among the people on the side of the road have gradually decreased a lot.

Most of them are small messy things.

"Have you listened to Mr. Yun's play before? It's really good."

"Indeed, it's really good. I still remember the first time Mr. Yun sang Snow Going, it was amazing."

"It's been so long in a flash."

"Hey, by the way, did you finish the pair of heavy swords that you asked the blacksmith to make last time?"

"The blacksmith said he was illiterate, so he asked me to draw a picture for him, and then I can't draw...the drawings are crooked..."

"It's a pity, I still plan to go to the store to get a magic sword after your twin swords are forged, but it seems that I'll forget it now."

Chapter 130: Xingqiu

Fang Qiu played and walked all the way, until around ten o'clock in the morning, she arrived at Liyue Publishing House. Just when she reached the door of the editor's office, she saw a young girl walking out of the editor's office.

She was wearing a blue and black... um... cheongsam?

It also looks like a shortened gown.

The white sleeves with pleats are very loose, and it feels like it has some Mond elements.

All in all, she didn't do much research on this aspect in her previous life, and she couldn't figure out what clothes the girl was wearing.

All in all, it doesn't look cheap.

Qi Er's hair is neatly combed,

She looks very pretty, not that soft and beautiful look.

It's that kind of neutral heroic beauty.

Although the figure is thin and weak, the chest is weak, but the waist is slender and flexible, and there are a pair of good legs.

Slender, straight and fair.

A pair of beautiful legs were exposed to the air.

It reminded her that in her previous life, she had seen a very lewd sentence on the Internet, but it could be regarded as the highest evaluation of legs.

"I could lick her leg and break it..."

Fang Qiu subconsciously lowered his head to look at his legs.

Ok……

blocked by chest...

sad.

However, according to what she saw in front of the bronze mirror, her legs still looked better.

Just as Fang Qiu was recalling the appearance of his body when he changed his clothes and went out in the morning, the girl stopped and stretched.

"Stealing Fusheng for half a day, the weather is good today. After retreating for so long, I finally handed in the follow-up. Let's go to Wanwen Jishe, maybe you can find a good book."

The girl's delicate body stretched out in the bright sunshine, and the beauty of the girl's delicate figure was undoubtedly revealed.

"This move is too bold."

Fang Qiu gasped, but luckily no one was around, only a few female secretaries, so it didn't matter if they were seen.

This is probably too defenseless.

A simple-minded little girl.

"Girl, what's the matter?"

Seeing Fang Qiu looking at her, the girl couldn't help asking.

"It's okay, sorry, I didn't mean to stare at you."

Fang Qiu shook his head hastily, and smiled a little embarrassedly.

"Well, that's being rude."