I write novels in Liyue

These are musical instruments from Liyue.

The sound and color are clear, bright, and far-reaching.

Beside him lay a copy of "5 Centimeters Per Second," its pages occasionally turning in the breeze.

He is now playing a folk tune from his hometown.

Beneath the mast, the crew members remaining on the ship were noisier than usual after drinking.

Several crew members were leaning on the ship's railing, drinking from bottles of liquor, their eyes slightly red, and some tough guys were shedding tears.

"Sigh, time is so cruel. I remember back then, I had a childhood sweetheart back in my hometown. She followed me around like a little shadow all the time. I asked her why she followed me, and she said she liked me and wanted to marry me when she grew up. I took her to the fields, and I sculpted a city out of mud, saying that I would definitely marry her someday..."

"Aren't you unmarried?"

A middle-aged sailor standing nearby said.

"Yes, I didn't get married because my father became a sailor in Liyue and moved my mother and me there. After saying goodbye to her, we separated. I always wanted to go back to see her, but I didn't have any money, and my family wouldn't let me, so I had to give up. Later, I joined Sister Beidou's Southern Cross fleet and got my first paycheck. I immediately went back to that village. However, the little girl who always kept saying she wanted to marry me was already a mother. She married someone who wasn't as handsome or strong as me. I initially thought she was forced into it, but when I saw her smile from afar, I knew she was happy now. So I left without seeing her, but I couldn't let her go. Miss Fang Qiu's book, '5 Centimeters Per Second,' really touched my heart."

As the young man spoke, tears streamed down his face and dripped into the sea.

"Come on, drink."

Seeing the young man's appearance, the middle-aged sailor next to him sighed, picked up the wine bottle, and said.

He and this young man had been working together on the ship for several years.

On one occasion, the Southern Cross fleet encountered a hurricane at sea, and a nearby civilian boat also perished.

When the leader of the Beidou clan saw the small boat swaying in the huge waves, she disregarded the danger of the keel breaking and ordered the civilian boat to be pulled into a safe area.

On that occasion, the young man suffered a large gash on his arm while trying to save the ship, and blood gushed out. The ship had run out of numbing medication, so he had to be stitched up.

But this kid stubbornly held back without shedding a single tear, and fainted right after the stitches were finished.

He can be considered a tough guy on par with others.

But when the past was mentioned, tears couldn't be stopped from flowing.

The young man picked up the bottle, gulped down several mouthfuls, then exhaled a long breath and looked up at the starry sky.

"Young Master Wanye plays this tune really well."

The young man murmured, "Brother Li, do you think I should also do what Miss Fang Qiu wrote, stop living in the past, and let go of the past to look forward?"

"Who knows?"

The middle-aged man said, "In life, there will always be things big and small that we can't let go of. Just let things take their course. Come on, let's drink some more."

"Come on, drink! Let's drown our sorrows in alcohol."

Several sailors nearby also picked up their wine bottles and spoke.

"Hoo, drink."

The young man exhaled another breath of stale air and took a big gulp of wine.

On the mast.

While listening to their conversation, Manyo simply played his instrument quietly without saying a word.

Inside the captain's cabin.

"Fang Qiu, this young girl, writes really well."

Beidou closed the cherry-colored book, picked up the sake jug, took a sip, and said.

"Yeah, after watching this, I don't even feel like practicing rock music anymore."

Xin Yan, who was standing to the side, sighed and said.

"Oh? What? You also have a childhood sweetheart you missed out on?"

Beidou raised an eyebrow, wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth, and asked.

"No, but after reading what Miss Fang Qiu wrote, I can understand that feeling of regret."

Xin Yan shook his head and said.

"I see."

Beidou said, "That's what makes Fang Qiu so amazing."

"What about you, Beidou? Do you have a childhood sweetheart?"

Xin Yan asked.

"Childhood sweethearts? Of course not. I'm not interested in that kind of thing. When I was a kid, all I could think about was killing that big fish whose head I've already cut off."

Beidou laughed heartily, waved his hand, and said.

"As expected of Sister Beidou."

Xin Yan said.

"Speaking of which, I wonder how that woman's preparations are going? I'm really looking forward to seeing what she'll come up with."

Beidou narrowed his eyes slightly and said.

"That woman? Which woman?"

Xin Yan was stunned for a moment, and then she realized who it was: Lord Tianquan.

"By the way, Sister Beidou, Tianquan is recruiting people who can play music. I'm thinking of applying and giving it a try. Maybe I can take this opportunity to promote rock music."

"You can give it a try."

……

At this moment, at Yujingtai.

It was late at night, and I had long since finished get off work.

Aside from the guards, only the secretariat and the rooftop of Yuehai Pavilion were occupied.

The top floor of Yuehai Pavilion was brightly lit.

Ningguang was standing on the terrace, overlooking the entire Liyue Harbor.

A gentle breeze swept by, softly lifting her platinum blonde hair and the hem of her dress.

After standing on the terrace for a while, Ningguang returned to her desk and sat down.

There was a book and a stack of documents on the desk.

The cherry-colored book was set aside.

It's Fang Qiu's new book, "5 Centimeters Per Second".

Placed in the center of the desk were the preparatory materials for filming the movie "Chinese Paladin".

The above is a list of tools needed for purchasing photography and printing, resumes for job applications, and a report on the implicit promotion of the "Chinese Paladin" photography and printing.

Although it was just a small film shoot, her business instincts told her that "Chinese Paladin" would open up a blue ocean that no one had ever set foot in before.

And her fleet, the first to sail into this blue sea, will gain access to a much larger area than those that follow.

Of course, this is all on the premise that her ship doesn't capsize.

After all, the business world is like a battlefield. If the "Chinese Paladin" series fails and the film is poorly made, it will result in a flood of negative reviews.

When other businessmen see the release of "The Legend of Sword and Fairy", they will realize it and follow suit in large numbers.

"However, Fang Qiu is quite business-minded. Otherwise, she wouldn't have shared the plan I came up with. Moreover, some of it was something I hadn't even thought of. Given time, once she has accumulated enough Mora, she will probably enter the business world. At that time, there will be another interesting opponent on the chessboard."

Ningguang looked out onto the terrace, her eyes narrowed slightly, a smile playing on her lips, and said, "This is really something to look forward to."

Chapter 182 What sad thing happened?

Inside the changing room of the bathhouse.

"Mmm... Ah... So comfortable. After this bath, I feel like I can get a good night's sleep tonight."

Fang Qiu, wrapped in a bath towel, walked to the locker, stretched, and let out a comfortable groan.

The bath towel clung tightly to her snow-white body, perfectly showcasing her graceful curves.

The snow-white mountain peaks seemed to leap out as the body stretched and yawned, as if trying to break free of the bath towel tightly wrapped around its body.

"It's so comfortable to take a bath alone when there are fewer people around."

Fang Qiu opened the wardrobe and took out a bottle of milk drink inside.

She bought this at the beverage shop in Mondstadt before coming to the bathhouse.

It's also one of the new drinks that store developed.

This scene was common in anime in my past life: the main characters would often drink milk after taking a bath.

So, she wanted to give it a try.

So, Fang Qiu put her hands on her slender and supple waist and gulped down the drink in one go.

However, after drinking only half of it, her mouth was already full, and milk overflowed from the corners of her mouth, dripping down her fair, snowy breasts and continuing to flow down.

She quickly stopped and used a towel to wipe the milk off her chest and the corners of her mouth.

"Drinking milk in this position is indeed not very convenient. I'll have to wash it again later."

Fang Qiu smiled awkwardly. Luckily, no one saw it, or it would have been embarrassing.

After saying that, he slowly finished the rest of the milk.

After finishing her drink, Fang Qiu stuck out her little tongue and licked the milk off her red lips.

Mmm, it tastes pretty good.

Drinking milk after a shower gives me a strange sense of invigoration.

Anime series really lived up to my expectations.

Then, feeling helpless, I returned to the bathhouse, rinsed off the parts stained with milk, went back to the changing room, changed into the clean clothes I had brought, and left the bathhouse.

The streets of Liyue were much quieter, with only a handful of pedestrians on the road.

The lights were dim.