I write novels in Liyue

Therefore, brewing emotions is a must.

So, she closed her eyes lightly, and exhaled lightly.

It was quiet all around.

Only the occasional sound of insects and frogs sounded, and the scene in Xiansanzhong was constantly recalled in my mind.

A gust of wind blew through her hair.

Fang Qiu gently opened his eyes, and what he saw was Gan Yu's calm and pretty face, neither arrogant nor impetuous, waiting quietly.

Then, Fang Qiu spoke softly.

"Time travels continuously... Another 1 years, affection will not change, love spreads like a fire..."

The melodious singing voice continued to echo in the empty and quiet mountains.

"Is it the same affection for 1 years?"

Gazing at the white-haired woman who was bathed in moonlight, crying like crying, Gan Yu whispered softly.

She has been in Liyue for thousands of years.

A thousand years is a long time, and the glass lilies that grew to bloom all over Dihuazhou disappeared after the flood.

The market town that grew up to Guiliyuan, which was full of people, turned into ruins after the war.

So it's hard to imagine what kind of love that can last thousands of years is like.

Soon, the song came to an end.

Fang Qiu exhaled lightly, exhaling all the depression in his chest out of his body.

She played the game of Xianjian III, and played it three times, each time with the worst ending.

At that time, she didn't know much about games, and she didn't know how to achieve a perfect ending, because the computer was not connected to the Internet and she didn't have a mobile phone.

It's just that when she heard that her classmate played the perfect ending, she played it again day after day, but it was a jacaranda ending three times in a row.

Xue Jian died, Solanum nigrum left, leaving Sedum alone.

When he was about to play it a fourth time, the computer crashed.

It made her feel uncomfortable during that time.

Until later, after I had my own computer, I no longer had the urge to play games.

Perhaps this is the passage of time.

Fang Qiu walked up to Gan Yu, smiled slightly, and said, "I'm sorry, I'm making a fool of myself."

Of course, even though she said that, she was actually very satisfied with her performance just now.

You can easily sing tunes that you couldn't sing in the previous life.

"Although it is a vocal and song that I have never heard before, Miss Fang Qiu sings very well."

Gan Yu came back to her senses, and praised softly: "Beautiful things are really common."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Fang Qiu smiled slightly, walked to Gan Yu's side, stretched his body slightly, sat gently beside Gan Yu, and said:

"I've been writing books at home these days, and I haven't been outside the city for a long time. I remember the last time I went out of the city, I went fishing with Hu Tao and the others."

"That time, I didn't expect to see you, Miss Fang Qiu, on Captain Beidou's boat."

Gan Yu said with a smile.

……

The moon shifts the shadows of flowers, and the night shadows are mottled.

Fang Qiu and Gan Yu sat on the hillside and chatted for a long time, and the restraint in Fang Qiu's heart gradually dissipated a lot because of the chat with Gan Yu.

However, I don't know if Gan Yu is too tired from work. While chatting, Gan Yu's voice gradually became blurred, her eyes gradually loosened, and she yawned lightly from time to time.

"Miss Gan Yu, it's so late, why don't you come here today?"

Fang Qiu said.

"Ah."

Gan Yu rubbed her eyes and nodded slightly.

Fang Qiu got up and stretched out his hand to Gan Yu.

"Thank you."

Gan Yu responded softly, put her hand on Fang Qiu's, and asked Fang Qiu to gently pull her up.

On the way home, it went smoothly.

However, when walking on the road, Gan Yu almost fell asleep several times.

Fang Qiu complained in his heart while supporting Gan Yu.

She thought that she was already very tired from typing on weekdays, but she didn't expect the secretary of Yujingtai to be so tired.

I almost fell asleep walking on the road, how many days of extra work did I have to do?

Yu Jingtai's roll is too ruthless.

Think about the two secretaries who said to accompany Gan Yu to drink juice, not to mention that they had to go back to work overtime after making a wrong report, even their off work time was very late.

Thinking about it this way, it is better to write a novel.

Make money and allocate time freely.

Sleep when you want, sleep when you want, wake up when you want.

Of course, she was not so comfortable in her previous life.

The website has a daily update word limit, so it must be written every day.

Coupled with irregular work and rest, resulting in extremely poor sleep, the state will also decline.

I often encounter sitting in front of the computer and can't hold back [-] words in three hours.

With a manuscript fee of two to three thousand a month...

Hair falls out every day...

Then the pressure will increase accordingly. After the pressure increases, it will lead to poor sleep every day, and the state will worsen.

Then the vicious cycle.

Thinking about it this way, the treatment seems to be about the same...

Fortunately.

Although it was late at night, the street lights in Liyue were still brightly lit.

"Then I'll go first, I will look forward to your new book, Miss Fang Qiu."

Gan Yuqiang cheered up, exhaled lightly, and said.

"Well, then thank Miss Gan Yu for your kindness."

Fang Qiu smiled slightly, and said, "Then I'll go first, and next time I have free time, let's go to that store to try other juices."

"Well, see you next time then."

Gan Yu nodded, watching Fang Qiu walk towards her door, she couldn't help but smile.

"I didn't expect Miss Fang Qiu to be afraid of stories like mountain spirits and ghosts. I feel like I know her a little better."

She smiled slightly and whispered softly.

Soon the bright eyes were once again shrouded in deep tiredness.

"sleepy……"

……

After bidding farewell to Gan Yu, Fang Qiu dragged his slightly tired body all the way home.

Her room is on the second floor.

To go through an external wooden staircase.

Halfway up the ladder, Fang Qiu suddenly remembered the ghost story told by the storyteller when he heard the sound of shoes falling on the wooden steps.

There was a sudden chill behind him.

The voice imitated by the person next to the storyteller kept ringing in his mind.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom."

Fang Qiu's face suddenly turned pale.

So she didn't dare to turn her head, and hurriedly ran to the door, opened the door, and locked the door with a "snap".

She leaned against the door, and just breathed a sigh of relief when she realized that there was darkness in front of her eyes, and her own house was dark.

"Goo."

Fang Qiu swallowed subconsciously.

Dangerous!

Fang Qiu seemed to be able to see a big blood-red danger word above his head.

Although this kind of situation is usually caused by self-founded worry, even if he knew this, Fang Qiu, who had just heard the horror story, couldn't restrain the fear from spreading wildly in his heart.

It was as if in the darkness, there was a murderer holding a knife, smiling sinisterly at her.

Sometimes, I really don't blame her for thinking of other God's Eyes.

If she was the eye of the fire god, she could just rub a fireball at this time, and it would be able to light up the whole room.

Ice-type skills can only emit a slight blue glow.

Sighing slightly, she groped her way to the desk and lit a candle.

The bright light suddenly illuminated the whole room.

Seeing that there was no one in the room, Fang Qiu breathed a sigh of relief.