I write novels in Liyue

"I never expected that Beidou would like to read."

Paimon said.

"What? Can't I enjoy reading?"

Beidou asked.

"That's not what I meant. I was just a little surprised... well, no, I just felt like you preferred drinking..."

Paimon spoke incoherently.

"Haha, compared to reading, I definitely prefer drinking. Besides, I don't read just anyone's books; I only read Fang Qiu's books."

Beidou laughed heartily.

As soon as she said this, many sailors present echoed her sentiments, but there were a few exceptions.

"Besides Miss Fang Qiu's books, I also like to read 'Junior Sister, Be Gentle, Senior Sister Hurts'."

"Me too."

"What? You traitors! I will settle accounts with you traitors on behalf of Miss Fang Qiu!"

"Junior Sister, Be Gentle, It Hurts Senior Sister?" I feel like I've heard that somewhere before... but I can't remember.

Paimon stroked his chin, deep in thought.

"Miss Fang Qiu has most likely read this book as well. I'd like to know what her thoughts were after reading it. Could you please ask her about it?"

One of the sailors said.

As soon as she said that, several people who had read the book nodded in agreement.

"Ask Fang Qiu for her thoughts on reading the book?"

Paimon looked puzzled.

Despite the men's expressions that suggested sailors couldn't possibly have any bad intentions, Ying accepted their request.

After the brief interlude, the sailors resumed their lively conversation.

"By the way, have you guys listened to 'The Goddess Splits the Temple'?"

"I listened to it, Mr. Yun sang so well! I didn't listen to opera before, but after listening to 'The Goddess Splits the Temple' a while ago, I fell in love with listening to opera, just like Miss Fang Qiu's novels. After reading Miss Fang Qiu's novels, I fell in love with reading books."

"Now that you mention it, I'm suddenly looking forward to Miss Fang Qiu collaborating with Mr. Yun. Miss Fang Qiu could write the stories for the opera, and then Mr. Yun could be responsible for adapting them into operas and performing them."

The crowd was buzzing with discussion.

Hearing the discussions, Paimon and Ying couldn't help but feel a little expectant.

After all, Fang Qiu and Yun Jin know each other, and if the two can collaborate, they will definitely be able to create an excellent work.

"Speaking of Fang Qiu, traveler, I also have a favor I'd like to ask you."

Beidou took a sip of wine and said.

"What kind of help?"

Ying asked.

"You should know Xiaogong, right? That girl Xiaogong prepared a fireworks display for Fang Qiu and asked me to set it off for him during the Lantern Festival. But I have other things to do that day, so I'll have to trouble you. Don't worry, I'll prepare the appropriate reward for you."

Beidou said.

"Fireworks prepared by Xiaogong for Fang Qiu?"

Paimon was somewhat puzzled.

"It seems to have been specially prepared to entice Fang Qiu to visit Daoqi."

Beidou took a sip of wine and said.

"I see. Then we'll take on this commission. We can also ask Fang Qiu for her thoughts on the book later."

Seeing Ying nod, Paimon said.

"Then I'll have to trouble you."

Beidou smiled and picked up the book beside him to read.

The ship was bustling with activity.

Listening to the discussions among the people below the ship, Kaedehara Manyo on the mast felt somewhat helpless.

He looked away and continued reading the book in his hands.

But when he turned the page, he suddenly paused.

A breeze was blowing.

He looked up at the summit of Guyun Pavilion, but found nothing when he looked at it.

Is it just my imagination?

Kaedehara Manyo was somewhat puzzled, as the wind didn't seem to bring any information.

Or is it just my imagination?

Kaedehara Manyo withdrew his gaze and continued reading his book.

Meanwhile, at the summit of Guyun Pavilion.

Bathed in the clear moonlight, the boy sat atop the mountain.

He looked at the Death Star, which was moored near the Lonely Cloud Pavilion, and his gaze sharpened slightly.

"Your perception is quite strong; you almost detected my presence."

Xiao muttered to himself with some surprise, but his gaze seemed to easily pierce through the misty air of the Lonely Cloud Pavilion at night, landing on Maple Plain Manyo, who was sitting on the mast reading a book.

With the Lantern Festival approaching, he patrols the area around Liyue Harbor.

"Speaking of which, the book they were reading seems to have been written by that person named Fang Qiu."

Xiao said, "Moreover, from what I heard from the traveler's conversation with them, the traveler seems to really like the books by that person named Fang Qiu, and they are friends."

"Fang Qiu..."

Xiao frowned slightly, turned to look at Liyue Harbor, and said, "I wonder if Lord Zhongli has read Fang Qiu's book."

After a moment of silence, Xiao withdrew his gaze, took a step, and vanished from the spot.

……

Time passed slowly.

"Well……"

In her sleep, Fang Qiu murmured softly and gently opened her eyes, where she saw the flickering lamplight.

The first thing I do when I wake up is check my sleeping position.

She moved her hands and feet slightly and quickly realized that her sleeping posture was terrible.

Just as she was panicking, wondering if she had done something strange to Yun Jin, she discovered that Yun Jin was not sleeping next to her at all.

She looked toward the desk with some confusion and saw Yun Jin lying on it.

Uh……

Fang Qiu was taken aback. Yun Jin hadn't come to sleep on the bed; instead, she had fallen asleep on the desk.

I glanced out the window; the night was deep, clearly it was already late.

Without a phone or watch, I have no idea what time it is...

The window was open, and the air was chilly.

Even with Yun Jin's constitution, it would be easy for her to catch a cold if she slept in front of her desk without any covers all night.

So she gently propped herself up and stood up from the bed.

She hesitated for a moment and gave up the idea of ​​picking Yun Jin up and putting her on the bed.

Putting aside her injured ankle, even if it weren't injured, although Yun Jin looked very light, given her constitution—she gets out of breath after carrying several kilograms of things for just ten meters—let alone carrying Yun Jin to bed without waking her, she simply couldn't lift Yun Jin at all…

Therefore, we can only settle for the next best thing.

She limped to the wardrobe, picked up a blanket, and then tiptoed to Yun Jin, gently draping the blanket over her.

Fortunately, Yun Jin was fast asleep and was not woken up by her movements.

After draping a blanket over Yun Jin, she limped to the window and gently closed it.

Winter nights are chilly, and a gust of wind can easily cause one to catch a cold.

After doing all this, Fang Qiu returned to bed and gently lay down.

Time slowly passed, and the dazzling morning sunlight poured down.

Several sailors, anchored at Guyun Pavilion, leaned on the ship's railing, holding a closed copy of "Hotarubi no Mori e" (Forest of Fireflies' Light), and looked wearily and sadly at the seawater that gradually became clearer as the sun rose.

After having barbecue and drinks yesterday, they didn't rest immediately. Instead, they leaned against the deck and read "Hotarubi no Mori e" until late at night, finishing the book.

They had planned to get a good night's sleep after finishing the book, but they couldn't sleep all night.

"Hiss... Hmph, is it impossible to be bound by fate..."

An elderly sailor held a pipe, took a deep drag of his tobacco, and slowly exhaled. He looked up at the horizon, his eyes slightly red, his expression distant, as if recalling the past.

Then I sneezed.

Spending the night on the deck in winter is really cold...

at this time.

In Fang Qiu's rented room, Yun Jin, who was lying on the table, frowned and then gently opened her sleepy eyes.

The candlelight was still burning.

The faint candlelight flickered gently because of the cold wind blowing in through the cracks in the window.

Yun Jin straightened up and realized that she had been covered with a blanket without her noticing.

It's very warm.

"Miss Fang Qiu is so gentle."