I write novels in Liyue

A fair-skinned, pretty girl dressed as a dancer walked up to the teahouse with her favorite dessert in her hand.

She watched as the travelers Paimon and Nasita walked away into the distance, but did not chase after them.

She spotted the Traveler, Paimon, and Catherine from the Adventurers' Guild chatting at the teahouse's open-air stall from afar.

So she walked over, wanting to say hello to them.

As a result, they left as soon as she moved her foot.

They seemed to have something important to say, so she didn't plan to follow them.

After they walked away, Nilu turned her head and looked at the bustling teahouse.

The teahouse was packed with people.

Most of them were holding a book and reading it intently.

Several people were holding books that were exactly the same as the ones the traveler had just put away.

In other words, the traveler was just reading a book in the teahouse?

In the past few days, she had heard many rumors about this teahouse in the Grand Bazaar.

The owner of the teahouse said he brought back a batch of books from Liyue.

Regarding the reviews of this batch of books, some say that each book is heartwarming, healing, and touching.

Some people say that the authors of these books must be heartless or psychologically twisted.

Although the evaluations were polarized, they had one thing in common.

That's what makes it beautiful.

Especially nice.

It's like a work of art.

There were a few acquaintances in the teahouse, all reading books.

So she thought about it for a moment, and then went into the teahouse.

Chapter 518 The Rebel Bearing Everything

Liyue Harbor.

That night.

The midsummer night sky was exceptionally clear, with countless stars twinkling and scattered clouds, and every now and then a blue shooting star streaked across the night sky with a trail of flame.

The streets were brightly lit and bustling with activity, filled with the laughter and chatter of passersby.

However, Jiang Qinji, the proprietress of the tavern downstairs from Wanwenji, was filled with melancholy.

She was wearing a deep purple cheongsam, holding a round fan, leaning against the entrance of the tavern, looking at the tavern with only about twenty customers, and couldn't help but sigh.

She had also read Fang Qiu's new work. Although the scene where Himeko appeared when Kiana pushed the bomb was very tear-jerking, the ending was still good in the end.

Kiana ultimately lived up to Himeko's high expectations and shouldered the responsibility of saving the world.

Kiana transformed this imperfect story into the form that Kiana and Himeko-sensei had hoped for, but it didn't turn out the way she had envisioned...

Although the story is great and quite reasonable.

Kiana's growth is truly touching.

A knife?

Knife.

The moment Himeko-sensei appeared, even she couldn't help but cry.

but……

I originally thought that this new book would be like "The Last Lesson" before, with a large number of readers crowding the tavern after reading it.

Then she made a fortune.

As a result, many people were moved to tears, but very few actually drowned their sorrows in alcohol...

On the contrary, a few regular customers decided to rediscover their lost courage and face life's misfortunes.

I've stopped drinking.

Sad.

Watching the passersby, she sighed and walked back into the tavern.

It's time to show "Sky Meteor" and the animated short film.

Then, the screen lit up.

As the animated short film "Sky Meteor" came to an end, the music still lingered in our ears.

A drinker, his face flushed from drinking, remained silent for a long time before putting down his glass.

"I have been ruined by wine and women, and I am so haggard... I can't continue to fall into depravity. I should be like Kiana, to bear everything and to turn the imperfect story into the way I want it to be."

That's all.

He put down his glass, paid the bill, picked up the book on the table, and left the tavern with a determined look on his face, under the watchful eye of the tavern owner.

This scene infuriated the tavern owner so much that she almost fainted.

Although I am very happy for him that he was able to get out of his grief and cheer up again.

However, this also meant that his family's tavern would lose one regular customer from then on...

Besides, even if I want to get back on my feet, I can drink for one last day and start trying again tomorrow...

……

Hall of Rebirth.

The second floor.

The soft moonlight streamed into the window, the midsummer night breeze blew, the leaves outside rustled gently, and the candlelight inside flickered.

The flickering candlelight illuminated Zhong Li's handsome face, and the book on the table had been turned to its last page.

The story has ended.

He closed the book, put it back in the box, and then placed it on the antique shelf.

"Looks like I'll have to find some time to buy a large antique shelf."

Looking at the antique shelf, which appeared somewhat crowded due to the books, Zhong...

Li paused for a moment, stroked his chin, and muttered to himself, "Or rather, I should buy a bookshelf. I remember that the Feiyun Chamber of Commerce auction seemed to have a bookshelf carved from a single piece of Quesa wood. Quesa wood is durable and lasts for hundreds of years, making it an excellent material for making bookshelves. I could get one."

Just as he was talking to himself, there was a knock on the door.

Zhongli was slightly taken aback, then sighed helplessly, got up, walked to the door, and opened it.

After the door opened, they saw Master Hu standing gracefully behind it.

"Master, is there anything I can help you with?"

Zhongli asked.

"Have you finished reading Fang Qiu's book?"

Hu Tao asked with a smile.

"Yes, Master."

Zhongli said.

"How does it feel? Any feedback?"

"Hu Tao asked."

"The story is good overall. However, although many things beyond our understanding have been explained clearly, it is still a bit difficult to read. As for the writing style, it is top-notch as always. Himeko's sacrifice made the originally naive Kiana understand the cruelty of the Honkai, and also made her understand what sacrifice and responsibility mean. The torch is passed on. Heroes are not some glamorous profession, but rather those who suffer greatly but still firmly walk the path of those who would rather sacrifice themselves to stop the disaster."

Zhongli pondered for a moment and then said.

"I've noted it all down. In short, the overall result is positive, right?"

"Hu Tao said."

"The hall master can also understand it that way."

Zhongli said.

"That's fine."

Hu Tao nodded and said, "I will pass on your words to Fang Qiu. Let's go."

"Go? Where to?"

Zhongli asked.

"First floor, let's watch the animated short film together. Old Meng and the others have been waiting for quite a while."

Hu Tao said with a smug look on her face.

After saying that, she turned and walked towards the first floor.

Zhongli glanced at Hu Tao helplessly, then followed her.

We went down to the first floor together, where the equipment had already been installed.

Not only that, but tea was also prepared.

"Mr. Zhongli, please have a seat."

The maidservant came over and poured Zhongli a cup of tea.

"Thank you very much, Miss Yiguan."

After Zhongli sat down, he accepted the tea and thanked him.

After exchanging greetings, Lao Meng started the projection equipment.

The story of "Meteor Shower" began on the screen.

A nimble girl wearing a hoodie weaves between the tall buildings.

After a few somersaults, it landed on the roof of a tall building.