I write novels in Liyue

After a long silence, two people spoke up.

"By the way, are you still corresponding with your childhood friend who moved to Mondstadt?"

The older man took a long drag on his cigarette and asked his companion, "..."

"We're still in touch, but we're exchanging letters less and less frequently. The last time we contacted each other was two months ago, and the letters are getting shorter and shorter. Sigh."

"So, are you going to visit her this Lunar Festival?"

"Forget it...it's too late...time is really cruel."

The younger man took a sip of tea, looked at the orange-red sky, his eyes slightly red, and said.

"Well then, let's go to the tavern for a drink later. I heard the proprietress there has bought a lot of Mondstadt liquor..."

Besides them, many others also got up, and judging from their conversation, they all seemed to be planning to have a drink.

Upon seeing this, Ji Fang's hand, which was turning the page, trembled violently.

In that instant, the fear of being dominated by "The Legend of Sword and Fairy" surged into my heart once again.

Scared.

The thin sheet of paper made her afraid to even turn it over.

……

Downstairs at this moment.

"The girl from the Hall of Rebirth has gone back."

As dusk settled, watching Hu Tao's departing figure, the tavern owner leaned against the tavern door, feeling somewhat melancholy.

In the past, whenever Fang Qiu released a new book, the tavern would experience a surge of customers that lasted for several days, making it a very profitable business.

However, ever since Fang Qiu wrote "Your Name," the tavern's business has been brought back to square one.

Although occasionally some people are reminded of sad memories by Fang Qiu's previous books and come to drink until they're drunk, such people are ultimately a minority.

"Forget it, those were just windfalls, it's normal for them to disappear. You have to be down-to-earth in business and climb up step by step. Let's try to have a good talk with the owner of Wanwenjishe about the membership channel."

As expected, I had taken the wrong path earlier.

Businesses that rely on Fang Qiu's novels are ultimately unsustainable...

The business brought by Fang Qiu's novels was like a bubble; it burst as soon as it was poked.

People must rely on themselves.

Thinking of this, she clenched her fist, her gaze resolute.

However, just as she made up her mind, more than a dozen people with red eyes and sorrowful faces surrounded her.

"Madam, are there any seats left in the tavern?"

"Yes, please come in, esteemed guests."

Seeing that each customer was holding a copy of "5 Centimeters Per Second," the proprietress paused for a moment before realizing what was happening.

Although relying on Fang Qiu's books won't take us very far, it will take us very fast.

Chapter 177 The Furthest Distance in the World

"Big Qiuqiu is sick, Second Qiuqiu goes to see him, Third Qiuqiu buys medicine, Fourth Qiuqiu brews it, Fifth Qiuqiu dies, Sixth Qiuqiu carries him away, oh... hoo."

Under the cover of dusk and night.

The streets of Liyue Harbor are bustling and vibrant, filled with the sounds of vendors hawking their wares and haggling over prices.

Holding the remaining copy of "5 Centimeters Per Second," Hu Tao hummed her self-composed "Qiuqiu Ballad" as she walked through the bustling street with a smile on her face, even taking a breath halfway through the song.

"Hehe, I think quite a few people will book services at the Rebirth Hall this time."

Hu Tao looked at "5 Centimeters Per Second" in her hand with a smile and muttered to herself, "I wonder what kind of story Fang Qiu wrote this time."

She returned to the Hall of Rebirth.

A strong wind was blowing in front of the Hall of Rebirth, making the osmanthus trees rustle.

The lanterns hanging in front of the Hall of Rebirth swayed in the wind, their flames flickering.

Under the lantern, the young maid was engrossed in reading a book by the firelight.

The trolley at my feet has been emptied.

Clearly, Fang Qiu's story is very popular.

"Zhongli has pushed the work onto someone else again."

Hu Tao didn't disturb Yi Guan's reading, but instead looked up at the lights on the second floor and muttered to herself.

Meanwhile, on the second floor of the Hall of Rebirth.

Inside the room, the candlelight flickered.

Under the firelight.

Zhong Li closed the book "5 Centimeters Per Second," which had been turned to the last page, walked to the window, and looked at the bright moon in the sky.

"Time is truly cruel to ordinary people."

He sighed deeply, his expression complex.

Fang Qiu's book is written in a very plain style, unlike "Your Lie in April" which has a deeply moving love story.

Unlike "Your Name," it doesn't have a dramatic plot or a passionate love story that transcends the rules.

The plot of "5 Centimeters Per Second" is very bland and uneventful, like a glass of tasteless old wine. Only after watching it can it resonate with people and make them feel intoxicated.

Because Fang Qiu is writing about a journey through life.

A life that was ordinary yet filled with regrets.

Just then, a voice rang out.

"Zhongli, have you had dinner?"

Upon hearing this voice, Zhongli looked down and saw Hu Tao sitting on the stone railing downstairs, smiling and waving at him.

Not yet.

Zhongli shook his head and replied.

"If you haven't eaten... go eat by yourself. I already ate when I got back. I'm going to continue reading."

Upon hearing Zhongli's reply, Hu Tao's lips curled into a mischievous smile.

She deliberately created the impression that she was going to treat everyone, and then let Zhongli eat by himself.

"This child..."

Looking at Hu Tao sitting on the stone railing, swinging her legs as she began to read intently, Zhong Li couldn't help but smile helplessly.

But soon, his smile faded, and he sighed softly.

"Let's go get a drink."

He returned to his desk, placed "5 Centimeters Per Second" on the antique shelf, and then turned and walked out of the room.

After greeting Hu Tao and Yi Guan, I walked onto the streets of Liyue.

It's the same place as last time.

The tavern was unusually busy today, with the staff working non-stop. However, the atmosphere in the tavern was surprisingly quiet and oppressive.

Most people who drink alcohol do so in silence, one glass after another, and many of them shed tears as they drink.

Zhong Li chose a seat by the window and sat down.

As soon as he sat down, the wife proprietress in a cheongsam immediately came to greet him, her face full of uncontrollable smiles.

It's not just because business is exceptionally good today.

Also, Zhongli was extremely generous and had very high spending, and he could drink a lot. After finishing his drinks, he would leave quietly without causing any trouble for the tavern.

"Sir, what would you like to drink this time?"

"Two jugs of osmanthus wine."

Zhongli said calmly.

"Please wait."

The tavern owner quickly brought over the drinks and then left.

He poured himself a cup of osmanthus wine and was about to drink it when his gaze was drawn to a young man sitting not far away.

The young man was dressed in a dark blue scholar's robe, over which he wore a moon-white vest with cloud patterns.

On the table were two books.

One of them is "5 Centimeters Per Second", by Fang Qiu.

The other book is "The Senior Brother of the Ancient Hua School", by Chang Jiuye.

Besides the two books, there were six or seven jugs of wine on his table, four of which had already been drunk.

"Girl, my book is already quite famous in Inazuma, have you seen it? Do you... remember me?"

He drank while muttering incoherently.

As he spoke, he touched the book "The Eldest Brother of the Ancient Hua School" beside him.

"Or did you write the same thing as Fang Qiu? So many years have passed, you've forgotten me... that's why you haven't come looking for me for so long..."

"No, it must be your family who didn't want you to come. Otherwise, you wouldn't have moved away without saying goodbye. Girl, wait for me. One day, I will make my name resound throughout the Seven Kingdoms. When I have money, your parents will definitely not object to us being together anymore."

"Girl, please, wait for me a little longer, let me try harder, and please don't forget me..."

He kept talking to himself and drinking, then suddenly slumped onto the two books on the table.

He was drunk.

From Zhongli's perspective, he could just see that the young man's tears had soaked the covers of the two books.

Zhongli picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and turned his gaze to the window. The streets of Liyue Harbor were bustling with activity.