I asked you to write a light novel, but you wrote about living?

"Click."

The red light in the upper right corner of the live stream went out, and the dark blue holographic projection shrank and closed, turning into a black screen.

Yu Wen raised his hand to remove the holographic microphone from his ear, swiped the optical computer terminal, and dialed Chang Liren's communication.

Communication is established.

Chang Liren's holographic miniature projection jumped out.

Instead of sitting behind his desk, he stood in front of the monitoring wall of the Weiguang Data Center.

The pulsating red and blue data streams shone on his usually composed face.

"Teacher Yu."

Chang Liren spoke, his voice filled with undisguised joy.

Yu Wen looked at Chang Liren on the screen, smiled, and got straight to the point:

"Mr. Chang, I may have to change my mind about the postscript I promised you."

Chang Liren leaned forward slightly: "Change of heart? Teacher Yu, what do you mean?"

Yu Wen frankly said, "I've already said what I wanted to say about 'To Live' in the live broadcast tonight. Those oral accounts are the most perfect epilogue. If I were to force a few thousand more words to post on the platform now, not only would I not be able to write anything new, but it would also be superfluous."

After listening, Chang Liren's gaze lingered on Yu Wen's face for two seconds before he realized what was going on.

He chuckled softly and shook his head: "Professor Yu, you've taught me a lesson. Indeed, the things you said in the live broadcast tonight are enough to be recorded in the history of federal literature. Trying to force a written version would only diminish the scope."

Chang Liren waved his hand and continued, "However, such good content tonight cannot be wasted. You don't need to bother writing it anymore. I will have the editorial department transcribe the original words you said in the live broadcast as supplementary text and hang it next to the cover of 'To Live'."

"Don't trouble yourself with this, Teacher Yu. Once my staff has compiled the draft, I'll send it to you for a quick look. If there are no problems, we can proceed."

Yu Wen leaned back in his chair and thought for a moment.

What I will be narrating in tonight's live broadcast is the core of "Autumn Memories" and "Me and the Temple of Earth".

It makes sense to compile these two pieces and put them together with "To Live".

After all, there are two Chinese scholar trees in Ditan Park:

A friend named Yu Hua, Tie Sheng.

A friend named Tiesheng, Yu Hua.

He nodded: "Okay, we'll do as General Manager Chang says."

At this point, Chang Liren changed the subject.

He habitually crossed his arms in front of him, his smile fading.

"But Professor Yu, you're safe from the typhoon tonight, but in business, you're still too daring. You just casually threw the title 'The Old Man and the Sea' at two million people, without even setting up a shell for a new work on your own backend?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Wen paused slightly as he leaned back in his chair.

He then realized what was happening.

He had been fighting this battle on sheer willpower, his mind preoccupied with how to clear his name of plagiarism.

Now that the storm has passed, the tension has eased.

Overwhelmed by the barrage of comments, he blurted out his name without thinking, forgetting even the most basic "reservation" step.

In this cyber world where copyright is paramount, malicious trademark squatting and extortionate scams happen every day.

If someone with ill intentions were to use the title "The Old Man and the Sea"...

I almost tripped and fell.

Seeing Yu Wen remain silent, Chang Liren smiled calmly.

He calmly delivered a reassuring message:

"But don't worry, I've already had the head of the technology department use the highest level of privileges to create a placeholder database for 'The Old Man and the Sea' in your name, and put it on the highest level of data lock. We've secured this spot for you, and no one in the entire Federation can take it away."

Chang Liren looked at Yu Wen and continued, "We will always reserve the top-tier independent copyright contract for you here at Weiguang, as well as the highest recommendation slot at the supercomputing center. Just say the word, and the contract will take effect at any time."

Yu Wen secretly breathed a sigh of relief, gaining a new understanding of Chang Liren's methods.

He smiled and glanced at the dilapidated, dark basement.

"Right now, I might really need to trouble Mr. Chang for a favor."

"Please speak."

"To be honest, I've lived in the 7th slum since I was born, and I've never been to the Midtown area. I know nothing about the environment and rules there."

Yu Wen didn't beat around the bush:

"I would like to trouble Mr. Chang to help me find a clean and quiet house. I want to move my sister to a better environment."

Chang Liren's eyes flickered slightly.

Finding a house is just a pretext; it's clear that Yu Wen has entrusted his trust to Weiguang.

As long as Yu Wen moves out of the Xiacheng District and into the executive apartments at Weiguang's headquarters, under the coverage of the platform's core security, not only will his safety be absolutely guaranteed, but this cash cow will also be completely bound to Weiguang.

"Teacher Yu, leave this to me."

"Right next to the headquarters of Weiguang, there is a cluster of independent apartments specifically built for core executives. The environment is quiet, and the security meets federal level one standards. You just showed off your wealth tonight, and the downtown area is crowded and noisy, so it's really not advisable to stay for long. If you stay here, absolutely no one will be able to disturb your and your sister's peace and quiet."

He decisively finalized the matter: "You don't need to worry about anything. I'll arrange for someone to clean out the best set tonight, and tomorrow morning, Weiguang's car will pick you two up directly from District Seven."

"Thank you, Mr. Chang."

Yu Wen nodded and hung up the call.

The holographic projection went out, and the basement returned to its dim and quiet state.

"elder brother……"

Beside him, a small hand gently tugged at the hem of his clothes.

Yu Wen turned his head.

Yu Yin finished washing her face, her eyes were red, and water droplets still clung to her eyelashes as she looked at him.

"Brother, that story you told during the live stream..."

The little girl sniffed, her voice soft and sweet, tinged with a hint of confusion:

"Actually... I can't really remember what my mother looks like anymore, but..."

She tilted her head back, trying hard to recall, her little brows furrowing slightly, her small hands nervously twisting the hem of her clothes, and her clear eyes filled with confusion.

"But brother, I don't remember telling you that when Mom was sick, she was in so much pain that she tossed and turned all night and couldn't sleep..."

Yu Wen was slightly taken aback when he heard this question.

The "younger sister" in Mr. Shi Tiesheng's article and the lingering sound before my eyes have a strange overlap and misalignment at this moment.

Looking into his sister's clear, unblemished eyes, a chord deep within his heart was gently plucked.

He couldn't explain the truth that belonged to another parallel universe in this world.

He neither answered yes nor no.

Yu Wen simply reached out and gently pinched Yu Yin's slightly cold cheek, which had become a little chilly from her earlier nervousness, and smiled.

"Forgot what I told you? It was just a bedtime story."

Yu Wen ruffled her hair and patted the armrest of the wheelchair:

"Alright, that's the end of the story."

He turned his head and looked at the few tattered fiber bags in the corner.

"Yinyin."

"Go tidy up your things quickly, then go to sleep."

"Let's move tomorrow when it's light."