I write novels in Liyue

"Don't worry, brother. We're from the Treasure Thieves' Gang. We're not afraid. Tell me."

Seeing his older brother's serious expression, the fat man nodded earnestly.

"Do you remember, before Sister Bao'er transferred you to my team, I had another subordinate?"

"That's what the skinny guy said."

"remember."

The fat man nodded in confusion.

“That day, he and I encountered a ghost at Wuwangpo.”

The skinny man said with a look of lingering fear.

The fat man's expression turned serious, and he asked, "Which one is the ghost?"

"Not any one one, but that kind of ghost that takes lives and steals souls, the kind of thing that people become after they die, do you understand?"

The skinny man was already panting heavily from exhaustion, and when he heard the fat man's question, he almost fainted from anger.

"I understand, brother, please continue."

Seeing that his older brother looked like he was about to hit someone, the fat man quickly asked.

"That day, Sister Bao'er gave us a treasure map of Wuwangpo. That night, we went to Wuwangpo together. As a result, we encountered a ghost shortly after entering Wuwangpo. The ghost's tongue was so long that it just curled up and attacked us. Then the girl came out too and beat us up. I was like a human..."

The skinny man's face grew increasingly pale as he spoke, his hands trembling like leaves. Finally, he took a long breath and said, "Do you understand?"

"I...I understand. So...what should we do now?"

Seeing his boss's extremely grim expression, the fat man couldn't help but show a look of fear on his face.

"What else can we do but leave it to fate? Hopefully she's magnanimous and hasn't set her sights on us, otherwise we'll be in deep trouble. Consider these two thousand Mora as peace of mind."

The skinny man sighed and said, "Sigh, why is it so hard to earn some extra money?"

"So, will we resell them again next time?"

The fat man hesitated.

"Let's talk about it later... Let's run further away so we don't get caught."

After saying that, the skinny man took off running again.

……

At this time.

Zhongli was strolling down the street, oblivious to the stares of others, pushing his cart all the way back to the Hall of Rebirth.

"Mr. Zhongli, didn't you go to Wanwen Bookstore with the Hall Master to buy Miss Qiu's new book? Why are you back so early?"

Upon seeing Zhongli, Yi Guan Xiao Mei was taken aback and asked.

"I've already bought the new book."

Zhong Li said calmly.

"So fast?"

Yi Guan was taken aback, then she saw the pile of books stacked on the cart behind Zhongli, and couldn't help but exclaim, "As expected of Mr. Zhongli, he was able to buy books so quickly."

"This is all thanks to the hall master."

Zhongli said.

"Where is the sect leader? Didn't she go with you?"

"Young lady-in-waiting asked."

"The head of the hall still has some things to take care of, so she asked me to bring the book back first."

Zhongli said.

After saying that, he rubbed his forehead and said, "Could you please help me distribute these books to the other people in the Rebirth Hall? I'll treat you to a meal next time."

"Well, I'm really looking forward to Mr. Zhongli treating us."

The young maidservant smiled and took the small cart that Zhongli was pulling over, saying...

Thank you.

Zhong Li picked up one of the books and nodded with a faint smile.

"However, Mr. Zhongli, please remember to bring money. Don't make me reimburse you for the expenses at the Rebirth Hall again. A few days ago, the people from that pastry shop in Mondstadt complained to me when they came to settle their bill, saying that you even have to pay for a cup of tea, Mr. Zhongli."

The young female attendant covered her mouth and said with a smile.

Zhongli wasn't embarrassed; he simply smiled faintly and said, "Don't worry."

……

……

P.S.: Sorry I'm late because my hand hurts. I don't know what happened, but my right wrist hurts on the right side.

Chapter 176 Relying on Fang Qiu won't get you far.

After making an appointment with Yi Guan, Zhong Li returned to his room and sat down at his desk.

The cover of "5 Centimeters Per Second" is very similar to the deluxe edition of "Your Lie in April," both featuring cherry blossoms fluttering in the air.

However, the cover of "Your Lie in April" shows Kaori Miyazono embracing Kousei Arima from behind under a sky full of cherry blossoms. Then, Kaori's body transforms into cherry blossoms and drifts away, while Kousei Arima is in a piano-playing pose, playing the piano while shedding tears.

That day, when he went to buy the deluxe edition of "Your Lie in April," many people burst into tears upon seeing the painting, their painful memories stirred up. As soon as they left Wanwen Collection House, they went straight to a tavern downstairs to drink away their sorrows.

While buying the book, I overheard people in line saying that the cover of the hardcover edition of "Your Lie in April" was drawn by Fang Qiu herself.

I don't know if it's true or false.

The cover of "5 Centimeters Per Second" features a little girl holding an umbrella and a little boy gazing at each other across the street under a sky full of cherry blossoms.

He turned to the first page, and like "Your Lie in April," the pages were a pale cherry blossom color, with cherry blossoms printed on each page. In the lower right corner of the title page, four lines of small characters were written vertically.

"I heard it's five centimeters per second."

Um?What?

The speed at which cherry blossom petals fall

Five centimeters per second.

"Does this 5 centimeters per second have any special meaning?"

Zhongli pondered for a moment and turned to the next page.

The story begins.

……

Time passed slowly.

Before you know it, it's dusk.

As dusk fell, the sky turned a vibrant orange-red.

A gentle breeze blew by, and the trees along the road rustled softly.

The booming business of Wanwenjishe is gradually coming to an end.

The tea tables next to Wanwenjishe were full of people, who were reading all kinds of books carefully.

"Sister, could you please get me a copy of '5 Centimeters Per Second'?"

A girl who looked about thirteen or fourteen years old took out twenty moras and said.

"Ah."

Ji Fang nodded and handed a copy of "5 Centimeters Per Second" to the girl.

"Thank you."

The girl nodded, took the book, turned and walked away from the counter. Besides the book, she also held a piece of letter paper in her hand.

She looked up at the orange-red sky, a gentle breeze ruffling her hair, and murmured, "I wonder if Da Shu has finished reading 'Your Name.' Will he like the plot? I told him about the plot in my letter, will he find it annoying? Will he buy '5 Centimeters Per Second'?"

She walked away, muttering to herself.

Ji Fang smiled as she watched the little girl's retreating figure.

"It's so good to be young."

Bathed in the twilight, Ji Fang stretched and yawned, finally able to rest and have some free time to read Fang Qiu's book.

Speaking of which, Fang Qiu's new book is quite popular; many important figures in Liyue have bought it.

For example, Yun Jin, the leading lady of Yunhan Society; Yan Fei, a famous legal expert in Liyue; and Gan Yu, the chief secretary of Seven Stars, and other celebrities.

Each of them caused quite a stir.

However, what intrigued her was that Hu Tao, the head of the Rebirth Hall, hadn't come this time for some reason.

She sat down on a chair and picked up Fang Qiu's "5 Centimeters Per Second" to read.

"Hmm, not bad."

Looking at the book's gentle and somewhat immature writing, Ji Fang couldn't help but think of the girl who had just bought the book.

Speaking of which, isn't Shinohara Akari in the book about the same age as the little girl who just bought the book?

She smiled and continued reading.

In the book, Akari Shinohara is talking to Takaki Tono across the official road about seeing the cherry blossoms together next year when a caravan of carriages roars past.

After the convoy passed, Akari Shinohara stood on the other side of the official road waiting for Takaki Tono.

Seeing this, Ji Fang couldn't help but smile.

However, just as the corners of her mouth turned up in a smile, she found the entire Wanwenji residence eerily quiet.

She subconsciously got up and looked around, only to see that many people had closed their books and were staring into the distance, seemingly unaware that tears had already streamed down their faces.

Many readers who had cigarettes with them took a puff, then exhaled the smoke as if sighing, their expressions somber.

His companion, who didn't have any cigarettes, asked to borrow one, but was immediately choked and his eyes watered.