I write novels in Liyue

“I have been rude and have damaged your reputation, young lady. I am willing to accept this sword.”

"Let's live and play together until we're old."

Memories flashed by, and finally, the description of Fang Qiu in the book was frozen on the scene where Lin Yueru pushed him and Zhao Ling'er away, and he smiled sweetly at her while tears streamed down his face.

These memories cut like knives into Li Xiaoyao's heart, and also plunged the emotions of Naganohara Yomi-no-miya and Kamisato Ayaka, who had just recovered, back into despair.

Difficult to appease.

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P.S.: Two more chapters were reviewed and checked. It's frustrating.

Chapter 368 Leaving the Sadness to the Reader

The night was enchanting, and the island was brightly lit.

The street stalls were bustling with activity, and the most common people along the street were couples.

They traveled together, chatting and laughing all the way.

Fang Qiu, carrying a candied apple, and Ying arrived at the goldfish scooping area. The owner was a woman in her mid-twenties.

In front of the stall, two familiar girls were squatting in front of the pool. One of them, a girl with short hair, was holding a small paper net, preparing to scoop up goldfish.

These two were the same two girls who had been playing around with Naganohara Yomi-no-miya and the others when they went to the hot springs that night.

Unlike before when they were only wrapped in bath towels, they are now dressed in casual clothes, with a long cloth bag next to them that they can carry on their backs.

The bag is also printed with nice patterns.

Judging from its shape, it should contain a bamboo knife or a wooden knife.

"Hey! Ha! Watch my Flying Cloud Dragon-Searching Hand!"

The short-haired girl's gaze turned serious. With a low shout, she launched a fierce attack, and the paper net tore apart.

"Ah, it failed."

The short-haired girl rummaged through her wallet and said with a touch of melancholy, "Ugh... I'm out of Mora. I need to use the rest of my Mora to buy Miss Qiu's new book later... Waaah..."

"I'll do it."

Seeing the short-haired girl looking at her with a melancholy expression, the black-haired girl sighed and paid Mora.

With a casual scoop using a paper net, an ornamental goldfish was scooped up.

"Wow, that's amazing. As expected of Sakura."

The short-haired girl grabbed the black-haired girl's arm.

The black-haired girl glanced helplessly at the short-haired girl clinging to her, and handed the fish in the bowl to the female boss.

The female shop owner smiled and glanced at the two of them before quickly packing the goldfish for them.

"Here, take it."

The black-haired girl pressed the small bag containing the goldfish against the short-haired girl's cheek and said.

"Yes, I will cherish it."

The short-haired girl clung to the black-haired girl, smiling as she spoke.

"Alright, we've had enough fun. There should be fewer people at the World Affairs Bureau than before. Let's go buy some books."

The black-haired girl said, "The assessment is coming up soon, and we need to practice extra tomorrow morning."

"Well, let's go."

The short-haired girl nodded and said, "Speaking of which, I never expected Miss Fang Qiu to be such a stunning beauty. It's just a pity that we need to practice swordsmanship during the day and don't have time to attend the autograph session, so we can only hear about her from others."

"Yes."

"That's what the black-haired girl said."

"Xiaoying, do you think Miss Fang Qiu, who has written so many tragedies, might have suffered some trauma and needs a loving hug?"

"Probably."

"Hey, Sakura, look how pretty that white-haired girl is! And that blonde girl too! Wait, they look familiar... I feel like I've seen them somewhere before."

"I saw you in the hot spring changing room that day. Anyway, never mind that. Let's hurry to the Yuanguo Supervisory Office."

"Good, good, good. Sakura really enjoys reading Miss Fang Qiu's books. You didn't want to read them when I first recommended them to you."

"After all, it's a book that even Miss Kamisato likes to read, and even the head of the Kamisato family brought Miss Fang Qiu's book when he came to the dojo before."

"Speaking of which, how about we rush to finish reading Miss Fang Qiu's book tomorrow, and then go see Miss Fang Qiu's film together tonight?"

"okay."

"I wonder if Miss Fang Qiu will come to see Yingying in person. I really want to see what she looks like, instead of just hearing about her. I want to know if everyone who has seen her thinks she is a great beauty. Is she as pretty as that white-haired beauty from before? Hmm... Speaking of which, that white-haired beauty from before was really pretty. Hmm... Of course, in my heart, Xiaoying is the most beautiful."

"Don't come any closer, it's too hot."

Watching the two figures walk further and further away, Fang Qiu smiled without saying a word.

Naive.

That's incredibly naive.

If these two people knew an author named Yu Hua, they certainly wouldn't think they had any psychological trauma.

Back then, Yu Hua's novel "To Live" broke down the psychological defenses of countless people, bringing them to tears and leaving them unable to let go for a long time.

Even after a long time, recalling the contents of the book still makes me feel so depressed that I can hardly breathe.

But this author, who is so adept at making readers' tear ducts burst, almost made Yu Hua spit out a mouthful of orange soda on her computer screen when asked about Mo Yan's new book "Life and Death Are Wearing Me Out" during an interview. She still can't forget it.

"After reading it, my first feeling was jealousy. Damn, it's so well written."

In addition, there are many interesting interviews, such as "I live by 'To Live'".

"I write so hard so that I can live a life without being woken up by an alarm clock."

"I consider myself to be at the forefront of literature. Whether others acknowledge me or not is irrelevant, since some people already think I'm no longer around."

It can be said that he is a mudslide among authors.

Besides spouting witty remarks during interviews, he is also very happy and carefree in his daily life.

For example, together with Mo Yan, they moved their paralyzed friend Shi Tiesheng onto the field to serve as goalkeepers to make up the numbers...

I deliberately arrived two hours late for work, only to find myself being the first one there, and I felt like I'd come to the right company...

Hmm... come to think of it carefully, Mo Yan, the Nobel laureate in literature, seems to be the same way...

For example, "I saw a lot of Mo Yan's works on WeChat, but they weren't my very good works."

Another reporter asked, "What is your ideal state?"

"It's time for us to end the interview."

In summary, the idea is to leave the sadness to the readers and keep the joy for oneself.

Seeing readers cry can sometimes be a source of joy.

Sometimes, she wondered if the developers of that next-generation action mobile game that made her cry so much in her past life often hid behind their computer screens, watching players suffer through the storyline and then bursting into laughter.

Sometimes, the joy of being a creator is so simple, unpretentious, and even mundane.

Recently, she seems to have gradually come to understand the joy of being a screenwriter for Yu Hua, Mo Yan, and a certain next-generation mobile game.

As Ying watched the two figures walk further and further away, and knew they had disappeared into the crowd, she turned to look at Fang Qiu, who was staring blankly into space.

Ying began to think about a question.

Does Fang Qiu harbor some unspoken trauma or past that she doesn't want to discuss...?

Just as she was deep in thought, she saw Fang Qiu turn around and smile at her, saying, "Traveler, let's play goldfish scooping."

"Ah."

Ying gave Fang Qiu a deep look, then nodded.

She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she seemed to see a different kind of emotion in Fang Qiu's eyes.

Sigh... that must be sadness...

But she didn't ask; after all, everyone has a past they'd rather not talk about...

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P.S.: Oh no, my sleep schedule is messed up again...

Chapter 369 Dream Kingdom

"Traveler, this is for you."

After paying Mora, Fang Qiu smiled and handed one of the two paper nets to Ying, saying...

But she noticed that Ying was staring at her. She was a little confused and leaned closer, asking with a puzzled look, "Hey, Traveler, why are you looking at me? Is there something on my face?"

"it's okay no problem."

Ying smiled as she took the paper net and said...

"It's alright, let's scoop up the goldfish."

Fang Qiu grinned slyly and said, "To be honest, I paid special attention to that black-haired girl's method just now. She can definitely make a quick buck."

"Ah."

Seeing Fang Qiu's happy expression, Ying smiled and nodded.

Since Fang Qiu enjoys the festival so much.

Then I won't think too much about it. I'll just spend time with Fang Qiu and use happiness to ease her inner pain.

then.