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

When Chen Jianjia returned home, dusk had already fallen outside the window.

After washing up, she was ready to rest, but the inbox remained open in her field of vision.

The document titled "Running for Governor" was lying quietly in my inbox.

During dinner, Yu Wen only said a few words.

She had originally thought it would be a sharp, direct, and serious satirical novel.

But after actually clicking on it, she realized that she had oversimplified things.

Chen Jianjia leaned back on the sofa and read the pages one by one.

At first, she only slightly raised the corners of her lips.

Before long, he could no longer suppress his laughter and burst out laughing several times.

After laughing, she would stop at a certain sentence.

Those absurdities are not frivolous; on the contrary, they conceal an extremely cold sharpness. However, Yu Wen did not present it directly to the reader but let them laugh first and then see it for themselves.

This is completely different from the Yu Wen she knows.

Previous works always managed to gradually soothe the reader's emotions, but this one is like a knife hidden in laughter; it falls lightly, but its impact is far from shallow.

She was engrossed in reading when her smart glasses suddenly vibrated slightly.

[Tang Wan: This camera is really hard to use.]

Immediately afterwards, several photos were sent over.

The grassland stretched to the horizon, the setting sun cast its light on the distant river, and the clouds were tinged with varying shades of gold and red.

The composition and lighting of the photo are not perfect, but they retain an unadorned vastness.

[Chen Jianjia: It's very well filmed.]

[Tang Wan: It was chosen from dozens of photos.]

[Tang Wan: The device is covered in mechanical buttons and knobs, with M, S, P, A, and so on. The smart assistant explained them all the way, but I can only barely distinguish them now.]

[Chen Jianjia: It turns out that even Editor-in-Chief Tang has things he's not good at.]

[Tang Wan: Not good at it for now.]

A few seconds later, she sent another message.

[Tang Wan: But it really is beautiful here. Photos can't capture the way the wind blows across the grassland, nor can they capture the smell of the earth and grass.]

Chen Jianjia looked at the photo, a smile appearing in her eyes.

Soon, Tang Wan made a video call.

When the call connected, Tang Wan had already returned to the hotel.

She hadn't taken off her windproof jacket yet, her long hair was casually tied back, and the old camera was on the table.

She raised the camera and aimed the densely packed buttons and knobs on the body at the lens.

Gu Yu used to say this thing was very simple.

"The smart assistant has explained each function very clearly."

Tang Wan paused, her tone unusually tinged with helplessness.

"But it can only tell me how to adjust it, it can't turn these knobs to the correct positions for me."

"Now it seems that their definitions of 'simple' are all problematic."

Chen Jianjia couldn't help but laugh.

Tang Wan wanted to say something more, but her gaze lingered on her face for a moment.

"Are you in a good mood today?"

"Is it obvious?"

"You've been smiling ever since the video call connected."

Chen Jianjia glanced subconsciously at the document beside her that was still open.

I went to Yu Huashi's house today.

Tang Wan raised an eyebrow slightly and responded with a meaningful sound.

"oh--"

"I just went out for a meal."

"I haven't asked anything yet."

"You've already finished asking the question."

Tang Wan finally smiled.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore. What's wrong that makes Teacher Chen so happy?"

"It's Yu Wen's new novel."

When the author mentioned the work she hadn't finished reading, Chen Jianjia's smile deepened.

"He sent me the manuscript before he came back."

Tang Wan immediately became interested.

"What novel?"

"A very absurd and interesting novel."

This assessment was clearly unexpected for Tang Wan.

"interesting?"

"Yes, it's completely different from what he wrote before."

Chen Jianjia thought for a moment before continuing:

"I originally thought it would be a serious satirical novel, but when I actually read it, I found that he could write about absurdity so easily."

"Some parts make you laugh, but after you laugh, you realize that there's something more to it than meets the eye."

Tang Wan didn't ask for specific details, but she could tell from Chen Jianjia's expression how highly she regarded this new work.

"It looks very well written."

"It's better than I expected."

Chen Jianjia sighed softly.

"To Live is so heavy, The Little Prince is so tender, and With Her Eyes, There is such imagination."

"He's changed to a completely different style now, and he can still write so well."

She gazed at the document on the screen, her tone filled with undisguised admiration.

"What kind of talent does it take to write so many works that are so diverse in style, yet all so excellent?"

Tang Wan fell silent upon hearing the word "talent".

As a writer, she is naturally very sensitive to words.

The pen name she had seen many times before was suddenly revisited in her mind.

Yu Huashi.

The combination of "化" and "十" together forms the character "华" (Hua).

Tang Wan seemed to have finally discovered something, and her expression immediately became somewhat subtle.

"I see."

Chen Jianjia looked at her.

"What?"

"Yu Huashi".

Tang Wan wrote those two words in the air.

"Transformation on the tenth is Hua."

Chen Jianjia was slightly taken aback, and then she realized what was going on.

Tang Wan smiled and said:

"He even chose such an unhumble pen name; it turns out he himself thinks he's talented."

The smile in Chen Jianjia's eyes grew even wider: "Perhaps it's just a coincidence."

Whether it's a coincidence or not is unimportant.

Tang Wan said, "However, he does indeed have the qualifications."

She paused for a moment, as if she had been thinking about it seriously.

"Then what kind of name is Yu Wen?"

Chen Jianjia asked, somewhat puzzled, "What?"

Tang Wan continued:

"Since you're so talented, why not just call yourself Yu..."