I write novels in Liyue

Under pressure from everyone, Jinta Yadomi tearfully confessed his feelings to Meiko Hayama, thus achieving his own redemption.

Under the cover of night, the two strolled across the bridge.

"Was what you just said true?"

"Really...really."

"Mema also likes Jinta."

"When I say I like someone, it's not just the kind of liking that comes between friends."

"I know, it's the kind of love where you want to marry me, right? If Mei grew up to be an ordinary person like this, could she become Jinta's bride?"

Jinta Yadomi wants Meiko Hayami to stay.

However, Meiko wanted to play with her other friends in the morning, so she refused Jinta Yadomi's offer to stay.

Upon seeing Fang Qiu's exquisitely detailed brushstrokes, Yun Jin burst into tears.

Tears dripped onto the paper, spreading into a tear stain.

Yes.

Meima really likes Jinta.

If Meima could grow up to be an ordinary adult, she would definitely be with Jinta, right?

"She would be so happy then..."

Yun Jin murmured as she looked out the window.

The thin mist outside the window was drifting away with the wind, heading towards the Hall of Rebirth.

The osmanthus tree in front of the Rebirth Hall rustled in the wind, and its withered yellow leaves swirled in the air before falling to the ground.

Lobby.

Hu Tao sat on the sandalwood chair in the hall, having finished watching the final episode.

The sadness on Hu Tao's face flashed by in an instant, as if it had never happened.

She closed the book "Anohana: The Flower We Saw That Day," nodded in satisfaction, and said:

"Not bad, not bad. I am very satisfied with the ending. Although it is regrettable that Meiko died in an accident in the morning, she fulfilled her wish after death. Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, birth, aging, sickness and death, all things in the universe. The deceased are gone, and the living are here. What Fang Qiu wrote in his book is exactly the philosophy of my Hall of Rebirth. He is indeed a prospective member of my Hall of Rebirth."

"Yes, although the ending was very sad, the appearance of Meiko in the morning also allowed Jinta Yadomi and the others to let go of their past obsessions and complete their self-redemption."

The young lady nodded as well.

However, her eyes were red and swollen with tears, and there were faint, barely visible tear stains on her face.

The handkerchief was stained with many tears.

She clearly cried several times while reading the book.

Hearing what Yi Guan said, Hu Tao nodded in satisfaction, then turned to look at Lao Meng, only to find him lost in thought, his face full of gloom. She said, "Lao Meng, what are you daydreaming about?"

"what."

Old Meng snapped out of his daze, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said, "I was just thinking about Brother Wolf."

"Brother Wolf?"

Hu Tao raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, Wolf was worried about whether Congzi and I were doing well, so he came to Liyue Harbor from Wuwang Slope. It's similar to the story of Morning Mei in Fang Qiu's novel. She was also worried about her friends and the people she liked, so she came."

Old Meng let out a long sigh and exclaimed.

Upon hearing Lao Meng mention this name, Hu Tao's eyes narrowed slightly, and she said thoughtfully:

"Now that you mention it, it really does sound quite similar. I told Fang Qiu your story before, and I never expected that Fang Qiu would write a novel based on your story."

……

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P.S.: I slept for a day and feel much better now. At least the tinnitus is gone, so I should be able to resume updates.

I'll also be kind enough to buy a book by a renowned author.

In Type-Moon, my diary was discovered by the Masters.

Chapter 323 Longing for an Old Friend

"A novel based on my story and Wolf Brother's story?"

Old Meng was slightly taken aback, and then said.

"correct."

Hu Tao nodded and said, "You are Jinta Yadomi, and Wolf Brother is Meiko Hayami."

"Something seems off about what you're saying, Master."

Old Meng scratched his head and said, "Given Miss Fang Qiu's personality, she probably wrote this story because she was afraid that my friends and I would still be stuck in the past after hearing your story, right?"

"Old Meng, have you made it out yet?"

Hu Tao didn't answer Lao Meng's question, but instead narrowed her eyes and asked.

"Of course I've come out."

Old Meng looked towards the door, his gaze distant, and said.

"That's fine."

Hu Tao waved her hand, then smiled with narrowed eyes and said, "I was thinking that if you still can't forget it, I'll keep my warning and send you all together ahead of schedule."

"Ahem, Master, please stop teasing me."

Old Meng awkwardly scratched his head.

"However, on the other hand..."

Hu Tao looked at the book beside her, as if she had thought of something. She picked up her teacup, took a sip of tea, and said, "Speaking of which, a few days ago, I also saw a little girl ghost on Wuwang Slope, just like Ya Jian. She was also a drowned little girl ghost. It seems that she stayed in the world because of her obsession. I think her name was something like Xiao Jiu Jiu."

"So... how is she now?"

Old Meng and the young lady asked.

"Hey, don't even mention it."

Feeling the surprised looks from the two, Hu Tao waved her hand and said helplessly, "I was just about to send her to the border between life and death when that unlucky Taoist priest Chongyun, who is pure yang energy and yin and yang in harmony and cannot see ghosts, appeared. Moreover, he saw me and ran over to greet me. Xiao Jiu Jiu's soul is weak, and Chongyun was far away, so Xiao Jiu Jiu's soul became unstable. The situation was urgent, so I had no choice but to lure Chongyun away first."

"and then?"

The two of them quickly asked.

"Then I took him for a walk around the outskirts of Wuwangpo."

"Hu Tao said."

"No, that's not it. We're asking how that little trick is going."

Old Meng and the young lady-in-waiting quickly asked.

"I haven't seen her since then."

Hu Tao sighed and said, "She's probably afraid I'll send her to her death. How could I be so unreasonable? But one thing is for sure, she's still at Wuwang Slope and hasn't disappeared yet."

"That's good."

Old Meng breathed a sigh of relief.

"I hope she can let go of her obsession and be reborn in the Pure Land soon."

Hu Tao stretched and said, "Alright, that's all for today's book club. I'm going to go play with Fang Qiu for a while. I'll leave the shop to you guys. If that guy named Liu Yun comes to report for duty, remember to treat him well. Judging from my observation, they are all distinguished Tao-level customers."

After saying that, Hu Tao put away "Anohana: The Flower We Saw That Day" and went out towards Fang Qiu's house.

After Hu Tao left, Lao Meng looked at the book "Anohana: The Flower We Saw That Day" in his hand, sighed, and a hint of sadness appeared in his eyes.

Although Wolf Brother has fulfilled his wish, he is no longer fixated on Wolf Brother's affairs.

But whenever I think of Brother Wolf, I still can't help but feel regret.

Just like in the book, when Mei wanted to marry Jinta Yadomi, his promise to Wolf would never be fulfilled.

I wonder what the little scheme the hall master was talking about was, and what his obsession was.

He sighed.

I suddenly have a strong urge to drink.

Speaking of which, Mr. Zhongli often goes to a tavern. Why don't you go and have a look yourself?

Mr. Zhongli's certification is quite accurate.

So, after exchanging a few words with Yi Guan, he took the book "Anohana: The Flower We Saw That Day" and headed towards the tavern downstairs from Wanwen Collection House.

The tavern was doing very well, and the tavern owner was a woman with an intellectual air and a beautiful appearance.

She was wearing a cheongsam and sitting behind the bar drinking.

His face was flushed from drinking, and his eyes were glazed over.

Seeing the proprietress so drunk, Lao Meng was initially puzzled. He didn't understand why the person selling alcohol was also so drunk.

He suddenly understood when he saw the copy of "Anohana: The Flower We Saw That Day" next to the landlady.

I see……

As expected of Miss Fang Qiu...

Moreover, most of the people drinking at the event had a copy of "Anohana: The Flower We Saw That Day" next to them.

The entire tavern was very oppressive and quiet.

The drinkers had red eyes and kept drinking one glass after another without saying a word.

Some people start to shed tears as they drink.

However, it's unclear whether the tavern owner was sad or happy.

To be honest, she would smile as soon as she saw a guest come in.