I write novels in Liyue

After a long silence, two people spoke.

"By the way, are you still in correspondence with your childhood sweetheart who moved to Mond?"

The older one took a long puff of cigarette, asked his companion, and said.

"It's not bad, but the frequency of correspondence between us has become less and less. The last contact was also two months ago, and the contents of the letters are getting shorter and shorter, alas."

"Then this Moon Festival, do you want to go find her?"

"Forget it...it's too late...time is really cruel."

The younger youth took a sip of tea, he looked at the orange sky, his eyes were slightly red, and said.

"Then, let's go to the tavern for a drink later. It is said that the proprietress bought a lot of Mond's wine..."

Besides them, many people also got up one after another. Through their conversation, it seemed that they all planned to have a drink.

Seeing this scene, Ji Fang's hand that turned the page trembled violently.

At this moment, the fear of being dominated by "Sword of Immortal Sword" surged into my heart again.

Scared.

She dared not flip through such a thin piece of paper.

……

At this time, downstairs.

"The girl from Xiangsheng Hall has gone back."

In the dusk and night, looking at the back of Walnut, the proprietress of the tavern leaned against the door of the tavern, feeling a little melancholy.

In the past, every time Fang Qiu released a new book, the tavern would receive a wave of customers that lasted for several days, and it could be said that he made a lot of money.

However, since Fang Qiu wrote "Your Name", the business of the tavern was suddenly brought back to its original form.

Although there are occasional people who are saddened by Fang Qiu's previous books and come to get drunk, but such people are in the minority.

"Forget it, those are windfalls from the sky, and it's normal for them to disappear. To do business, you have to be down-to-earth and climb up step by step. You should find a way to discuss the membership channel with the proprietress of Wanwen Jishe."

Sure enough, I still went astray before.

Relying on the business brought by Fang Qiu's novels will not last long after all...

The business brought about by Fang Qiu's novels is like a bubble, once poked, it will explode.

Man must rely on himself.

Thinking of this, she clenched her fists and her gaze was firm.

However, just as she made up her mind, more than a dozen people with red eyes and sad faces surrounded her.

"Miss Boss, is there still room in the tavern?"

"Yes, the guests are welcome inside."

Seeing the guests holding a copy of "[-] Centimeters Per Second", the proprietress was taken aback for a moment before she realized it.

Although Fang Qiu's book didn't go far, it went fast.

Chapter 170 VII The furthest distance in the world

"Daqiuqiu is sick, Erqiuqiu looks at it, Sanqiuqiu buys medicine, Siqiuqiu boils, Wuqiuqiu is dead, Liuqiuqiu is lifted, eh... huh."

Under the dusk and night.

The streets of Liyue Port are noisy and bustling, and the sounds of hawking and bargaining can be heard endlessly.

Hu Tao took the remaining copy of "[-] Centimeters Per Second", hummed his own "Qiu Qiu Ballad", walked through the bustling and noisy streets with a smile on his face, and exhaled halfway through the singing.

"Hey, there should be a lot of people who will come to the Hall of Death to make reservations this time."

Hu Tao looked at "[-] Centimeters Per Second" in his hand with a smile, and said to himself: "I don't know what story Fang Qiu wrote this time."

She went all the way back to the Hall of Rebirth.

In front of the Hall of Rebirth, there was a strong wind blowing, making the sweet-scented osmanthus trees rattle.

The lanterns hanging in front of the Pastoral Hall are also swaying with the wind, and the flames are bright.

Under the lantern, the little girl of Yiguan was holding the book in her hand, reading it engrossed by the light of the fire.

The trolley at the foot has been emptied.

Obviously, Fang Qiu's story is very popular.

"This guy Zhongli has delegated the job to someone else."

Hu Tao didn't bother little sister Yiguan's reading, but looked up at the lighted place on the second floor, and cursed.

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

In the room, candles flickered.

Under the light of the fire.

Zhong Li closed "[-] Centimeters Per Second" and turned to the last page, walked to the window, and looked at the bright moon in the sky.

"Time is really cruel to ordinary people."

He sighed, his expression complicated.

Fang Qiu's book is written very plainly, unlike "Your Lie in April" has an unforgettable love.

It's also not like "Your Name", which has ups and downs of the plot and a love that surpasses the rules.

The plot of "[-] Centimeters Per Second" is very flat, without any waves, just like a glass of old wine without taste. After watching it, it will resonate with people and make people intoxicated.

Because what Fang Qiu wrote is a journey of life.

A dull and regretful life.

Just at this moment, a voice sounded.

"Zhongli, have you had dinner yet?"

Hearing this voice, Zhong Li looked down and saw that Hu Tao was sitting on the stone railing downstairs, smiling and waving at him.

"Not yet."

Zhong Li shook his head and replied.

"If you haven't eaten...you can eat it by yourself. I have already eaten when I came back. I will continue to read."

Hearing Zhongli's answer, a smirk curled up on the corner of Hu Tao's mouth.

She deliberately created a feeling of being a treat, and then asked Zhongli to eat by himself.

"This child..."

Looking at Hu Tao who was sitting on the stone railing, swinging his legs and starting to read seriously, Zhong Li couldn't help but smile.

But soon, the smile faded again, and he let out a soft sigh.

"Go have a drink."

He returned to the desk, put "[-] Centimeters Per Second" on the antique shelf, then turned and walked out of the room.

After saying hello to Hu Tao and Miss Yiguan, he walked onto the streets of Liyue.

It's still the same as last time.

Today's tavern business is extremely hot, and the clerks are extremely busy, but the atmosphere of the entire tavern is very depressing and quiet.

Most of the people who drink drink are bored with a glass of wine, and many of them are crying while drinking.

Zhong Li chose a seat by the window and sat down.

As soon as he sat down, the wife and proprietress in a cheongsam greeted him immediately, with an uncontrollable smile on her face.

Not just because business is exceptionally good today.

It was also because Zhong Li spent a lot of money, spent a lot of money, and had an excellent capacity for drinking, so he left quietly after drinking, so as not to cause trouble to the tavern.

"Guest officer, what would you like to drink this time?"

"Two pots of sweet-scented osmanthus."

Zhong Li said calmly.

"Please wait."

The tavern proprietress brought the drink quickly and left.

He poured a cup of sweet-scented osmanthus brew and was about to drink it, but his eyes were attracted by a young man sitting not far away.

The young man was wearing a dark blue Confucian scholar's robe, and a moon-white waistcoat with cloud patterns on the outside of the robe.

On the table, there are two books.

One is "Five Centimeters Per Second", author: Fang Qiu.

The other is "The Big Brother of the Guhua School", author: Chang Jiuye.

Besides these two books, there were six or seven jugs of wine on his table, four of which had already been consumed.

"Girl, my book is already very famous in Daozu, have you seen it? Do you... remember me?"

As he drank, he murmured indistinctly.

While speaking, he touched the "Big Brother of the Guhua School" at his hand.

"It's still the same as that guy Fang Qiu wrote. After so many years, you have already forgotten me... That's why you haven't come to me for so long..."

"No, your family members must not let you come, otherwise you wouldn't move away without saying hello, girl, wait for me, one day, I will make my reputation resound throughout the Seven Kingdoms , when I have money, your parents will definitely not object to us being together."

"Girl, please, wait for me, wait for me to work harder, don't forget me..."

He talked and drank on his own, and then he plopped down on the two books on the table.

he's drunk.

From Zhongli's point of view, he could just see that the young man's tears had soaked the covers of the two books.

Zhong Li took a sip from his wine glass and cast his eyes out of the window. The streets of Liyue Port were extremely lively.