I write novels in Liyue

"Are you complaining that you haven't shed enough tears? That last play made me cry so much..."

Several senior figures drank tea and talked.

"I'll just watch the beginning."

As Bai Qing looked at the book, she opened the book called "Cat Fairy". However, after looking at it for a while, she was stunned.

Several female editors also noticed Bai Qing's unusual behavior and walked over to him while drinking tea.

"Aqing, what's wrong?"

Senior editor Li Ling patted Bai Qing on the shoulder and asked.

"Ah, it's nothing. I just found a piece of writing that's quite good. If we only consider the part I read earlier, it's even comparable to Fang Qiu's."

Bai Qing said with some surprise.

No wonder he's so confident.

So he really is capable.

"Can she be compared to Fang Qiu? Really? I don't believe it. If Fang Qiu heard you casually comparing her to someone, she would be heartbroken."

"Ah Qing, move over a bit, let me take a look."

"I'll come and take a look too."

Several female editors who were resting gathered around again, and they started reading together.

The story begins with a young man who, because of his studies, stays at the home of his uncle, whom he hasn't seen for ten years and who runs a tavern by the sea.

After seeing a somewhat familiar-looking beautiful girl in a swimsuit at the beach, the young man heard his uncle calling him and ran towards the main entrance of the tavern.

In this passage, the author uses very youthful language to express the young man's great anticipation and longing for his new life at the new college.

"What kind of encounters will I have in this completely different environment?"

"Looks like a typical youthful love story."

"She's my type, and I've been thinking about dating recently."

"I also like the youthful love of adults."

"On another note, the writing is indeed excellent. Although there are some traces of Fang Qiu in the style, and sometimes Fang Qiu's words are used, it is undoubtedly of the highest quality."

"It should be said to be the strongest imitator of Fang Qiu, without exception."

"Ah Qing, hurry up and turn the page."

One of the female editors picked up her teacup and spoke as she drank.

Bai Qing obediently turned the page.

The protagonist in the book arrived at the tavern's door, full of anticipation, and pushed open the door.

Chapter 510 Fang Qiu's New Play

The sun sets in the west, and the moon rises in the east.

As dusk settles over Liyue Harbor, the city lights begin to twinkle.

A break in the sweltering heat.

The streets of Feiyunpo have become much livelier, with old men drinking herbal tea and playing chess by the roadside.

The little girl held her young mother's hand, wanting to eat candied hawthorn.

The young student, punished by his teacher to copy "Watching the Sea" ten times, ate freshly bought, crispy and numbing beef offal while cursing the original author, Cao Cao.

Someone next to him reminded him that the author was actually Fang Qiuhou, and he scolded the person who reminded him for not being educated, saying that the author in the book was clearly Cao Cao.

"The sea of ​​suffering stirs up love and hate; in this world, it is impossible to escape fate..."

Fang Qiu, the instigator, walked past them while humming a song.

She had just gone to the night market to pick out a gift for Hu Tao in advance, but after looking around, she couldn't find anything she liked.

She felt a little melancholy.

They were all thinking about whether or not to ask Sister Ying'er.

After all, she's a professional in this area.

But she was also afraid that Sister Ying'er might give her some improper advice...

She had previously gone to Sister Ying'er to ask about the recipe for sleep-aiding balm, but Sister Ying'er's description of the refining process made her blush with embarrassment.

Things like waiting until the petals are moistened by sap... things like speeding up... and gentle caresses.

He even said he had given her his most precious possessions...

It's very strange...

If possible, it's best not to trouble Sister Ying'er unnecessarily.

Otherwise, you'll inevitably get teased.

However, she couldn't think of anything good to give Hu Tao right away...

Just as Fang Qiu was thinking

As Fang Qiu walked forward, humming a tune unconsciously, a wooden stick suddenly fell in front of her with a "thud," startling her into a cold sweat.

Although the wooden stick wasn't heavy, it should only hurt a little when it hit you.

After regaining her senses, Fang Qiu subconsciously looked up and saw a head peeking out from the third floor.

Upon seeing the familiar face, Fang Qiu was taken aback. Only then did she realize that she had unknowingly wandered into the vicinity of Heyu Teahouse.

"Yun Jin, good evening."

Fang Qiu smiled and greeted him.

"Fang Qiu, good evening. Did I hit you?"

Seeing the wooden stick fall at Fang Qiu's feet, Yun Jin quickly asked with concern.

"Don't worry, it didn't hit me."

Fang Qiu smiled and shook her head.

"That's good. Fang Qiu, would you like to come up and sit down for a while and have a cup of tea?"

Yun Jin breathed a sigh of relief, then asked with a light laugh.

"Ah."

Fang Qiu nodded.

Just as she picked up the wooden stick at her feet and was about to go upstairs, she suddenly froze.

This scene feels familiar... I've seen it in some book before...

Ok……

I remember now...

If the man with the three-character compound surname hadn't been attracted by the woman's beauty, but instead had started to wonder why the fork used to prop open the window was falling to the ground instead of flying into the sky...

Perhaps the course of history in the past would be rewritten.

cough cough.

Far away.

Fang Qiu, carrying what appeared to be a wooden stick used in acting, walked towards the second floor.

Once she entered the teahouse, the people there recognized her.

Mr. Yun's good friend.

So, after she explained her purpose, the other party naturally let her go to Yun Jin's room.

When she arrived at Yun Jin's room, Yun Jin had already brewed tea and prepared pastries for her.

"Please sit down, I've prepared your favorite pastries."

Yun Jin said with a smile.

"Ah."

Fang Qiu nodded, returned the wooden stick to Yun Jin, and then sat down to drink tea and chat with Yun Jin.

As they chatted, they started talking about Hu Tao's birthday.

July 15th.

To be honest, this date... seems rather unlucky...

The fifteenth of the seventh lunar month, the Ghost Festival in the previous life, was originally a day for ancestor worship, and there was nothing unlucky about it.

However, the meaning of the Ghost Festival changed later.

It has been said that on this day, the gates of hell open wide, and countless ghosts roam the night. Going out at midnight is very likely to result in encountering a ghost.

Then, Fang Qiu brought up the topic of birthday gifts, to which Yun Jin said she hadn't thought of anything yet.

So the two of them started discussing what gift to give Hu Tao on her birthday.

Finally, an answer was obtained.

Collaborate on writing plays.

Write a story that fits the theme of the Hall of Rebirth, then have Yun Jin adapt it into a play, and then have Yun Jin sing it to Hu Tao.

The two hit it off.

They started discussing whether to sing it privately for Hu Tao and her friends, or to arrange a performance and give them the best seats at the Heyu Tea House.

The two quickly reached a conclusion on this issue.

That's the latter.

After all, while singing to Hu Tao and her friends might have a unique flavor, Hu Tao would be even happier if the opera, bearing the name of the Hall of Rebirth, were to be sung.

After all, it's free advertising.

good smell.