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

The study was very quiet.

Only the crisp clicks of the mechanical keyboard echoed in the night.

Mr. Yu Hua once said that he likes to write in the dead of night when it is quiet and still.

Yu Wen also likes this feeling.

Although this house is full of high technology and has an incredibly good soundproofing system, once the door is closed, no outside noise can get in, whether it's day or night.

But the quiet of the daytime and the quiet of the night are ultimately different.

As night deepens, the whole city seems to fall asleep, and people's hearts gradually calm down.

The study door was gently pushed open.

Yu Yin had just finished showering and was wearing a brand new light-colored fluffy pajama set. Her hair was still a little wet, and she was holding a cup of hot water in her hand.

After moving here, the brother and sister no longer had to squeeze into the cramped basement.

Yu Yin now has her own room, with a soft bed, clean blankets, and a bathroom where she can take a hot shower anytime.

But every night before going to sleep, she still made it a habit to run over and check on her brother.

When we lived in the basement, there wasn't much to do at home.

The only computer was used by Yu Wen to earn money by writing; Yu Yin never touched it.

She worked at the scrap yard every day, and when she came back, she was so tired that she couldn't even open her eyes. She would lie down on that tattered sponge bed and fall asleep very quickly.

Now that I don't have to work, after school I finish my homework and have a lot more time that I don't know how to pass the time.

She would habitually run over to watch her brother write.

"Brother, have some hot water."

Yu Yin placed the cup on the table and, instead of sitting next to Yu Wen, went around to the back of the wheelchair.

She folded her hands together and placed them on the back of her wheelchair, then gently rested her head on the back of her hands, quietly watching the screen.

Yu Wen did not stop either.

He continued typing in his wheelchair, while Yu Yin leaned back in the wheelchair, her eyes following the lines of text that appeared on the screen.

The bright and spacious study, the soft and warm lighting, and the steaming water glass on the table are all completely different from the cold and damp basement of the past.

But at this moment, it seems that nothing has changed.

In the past, when Yu Wen sat in front of that broken computer typing, Yu Yin would curl up in an old blanket not far away and fall asleep to the sound of the keyboard.

Now they no longer have to huddle together, nor do they have to worry about where their food will come from tomorrow.

But Yu Yin still prefers to stay by her brother's side.

Yu Wenye could still feel a reassuring warmth from the quiet breathing behind him.

After a while, Yu Yin finally couldn't help but ask in a low voice:

"Brother, is this the new book?"

"right."

Is this book still a very sad story?

Yu Wen paused his typing for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh.

"still?"

"Have you read 'To Live'?"

Yu Yin shook her head.

"I haven't read it."

"Then how do you know it's sad?"

"That's what my classmates said."

Yu Wen was slightly taken aback.

"Does anyone in your class still read 'To Live'?"

Yu Yin nodded.

Yes.

"During break today, someone in the class mentioned 'To Live,' and many people know it."

She thought for a moment, then added:

"However, it seems that they did not finish reading it all. Some people heard it from their families, while others only read about the stories on StarNet."

"They said this book was particularly sad, and they didn't want to talk for days after reading it."

Yu Wen's expression was somewhat strange.

He had always known that "To Live" had caused a great stir on StarNet, and that many people were discussing the book.

But he never imagined that these discussions had already reached the classroom where Yu Yin was.

Those children, who had no worries about food and clothing and had lived in the central urban area since childhood, would talk about Fugui during breaks, about that story of suffering that was so far removed from them.

"What else did they say?"

Yu Wen asked.

Yu Yin rested her chin back on the back of her hand.

"Some people say they don't dare to watch."

"Some people say, let's wait until he/she is a little older before we see."

She paused for a moment and said softly:

"Another classmate said that his father never read novels before, but that night he sat alone in the living room and read for a long time."

"My eyes were red the next morning."

Yu Wen was silent for a moment, then smiled and shook his head, putting his hands back on the keyboard.

"And this one?"

Yu Yin asked.

"Will it make you cry?"

Yu Wen looked at the old man on the screen who hadn't caught a fish for eighty-four consecutive days and thought for a moment.

"Maybe."

"However, it's not quite the same as 'To Live'."

"What's different?"

"You'll know once it's finished writing."

Yu Yin puffed out her cheeks, clearly not satisfied with the answer.

But she didn't press the matter further; she simply leaned quietly against the back of her wheelchair, watching her brother continue typing.

The sound of the mechanical keyboard rang out again.

One word at a time.

Like a small boat, it slowly sails towards the distant sea in the quiet of the night.

Not long after, Yu Yin suddenly let out a soft "ah".

"By the way, bro."

"Teacher Chen asked me to tell you something today."

"Teacher Chen?"

Yu Wen's fingers stopped again.

These past two days he's been busy with "The Old Man and the Sea," his mind filled with thoughts of the West Coast and the moves by capital.

It wasn't until Yu Yin mentioned it that he remembered that bright and beautiful young teacher.

Chen Jianjia once visited my home.

Later, when "To Live" was embroiled in a public opinion storm, she contacted "Midtown Observer" and got the official media to publish "The Little Prince" on its entire front page, with the words "Yu Huashi" signed below.

That time, it really helped him a lot.

However, after the storm passed, one thing after another happened, and he never had a chance to thank her in person.

"What is it?"

Yu Yin lifted her head off the back of her hand and carefully recalled what Chen Jianjia had said.

"Teacher Chen said she wanted to apologize to you first."

"Feel sorry?"

Yu Wen was somewhat puzzled.

"She said that the situation was too urgent at the time, and without your consent, she told the newspaper about the story of 'The Little Prince' and had it published directly."

Yu Yin relayed the story in a very formal and methodical manner:

"She said that although it was to help you, the story is yours, and she didn't ask you first..."

Yu Wen paused for a moment.

At the time, the entire internet was questioning the source of "To Live".

The fact that "The Little Prince" made it to the front page of "Midtown Observer" almost immediately disrupted the public opinion rhythm that Cloud Atlas had prepared.

Under those circumstances, Chen Jianjia simply didn't have time to slowly contact him and ask for authorization.

Besides, the entire report was under his pseudonym; he didn't steal anything from the article.

Yu Wen never felt that she needed to apologize for this.

"Anything else?"

"besides……"

Yu Yin blinked, her tone suddenly becoming much more serious.

"Teacher Chen said that the Central City Observer later paid The Little Prince a considerable sum of money."