I write novels in Liyue

Therefore, it is necessary to cultivate the right emotions.

So she gently closed her eyes and took a soft breath.

The surroundings were completely quiet.

Only the soft chirping of insects and the occasional croaking of frogs could be heard, and scenes from the Legend of Sword and Fairy 3 kept replaying in my mind.

A gust of wind blew by, ruffling her hair.

Fang Qiu gently opened her eyes and saw Gan Yu's calm and quiet face as she waited patiently.

Then, Fang Qiu spoke softly.

"Time cannot be extinguished... Even if ten thousand years pass, my deep affection will remain unchanged, and my love will spread like wildfire..."

The melodious singing continued to echo in the vast and tranquil mountains and fields.

"Is it a deep affection that will remain unchanged for ten thousand years?"

Gazing at the white-haired woman bathed in moonlight, her face filled with sorrow, Gan Yu murmured softly.

She has been in Liyue for a thousand years.

A thousand years is a long time, long enough that the glass lilies that bloomed all over Dihua Isle disappeared after the flood.

The once bustling town of Guiliyuan was reduced to ruins after the war.

Therefore, it's hard to imagine what kind of love could last for thousands of years.

Soon, the song came to an end.

Fang Qiu gently exhaled, releasing all the pent-up emotions from her chest.

She played the game "Chinese Paladin 3" three times, and each time she got the worst ending.

At that time, she didn't understand games very well, nor did she know how to achieve the perfect ending, because her computer wasn't connected to the internet and she didn't have a mobile phone.

She heard that her classmate had gotten the perfect ending, so she kept replaying it day after day, but she only got the Huaying ending three times in a row.

Xuejian is dead, Longkui is gone, leaving Jingtian all alone.

The computer broke down when he was about to play it a fourth time.

It left her feeling resentful for a long time.

Later, after I got my own computer, I never had that urge to play games again.

Perhaps this is just a matter of time changing things.

Fang Qiu walked up to Gan Yu, smiled slightly, and said, "Sorry, I've made a fool of myself."

Of course, despite saying that, she was actually quite satisfied with her performance just now.

The tunes you couldn't sing in your past life, you can sing easily in this life.

"Although it was a singing style and song I had never heard before, Ms. Fang Qiu sang very well."

Gan Yu came to her senses and softly praised, "Beautiful things are indeed universal."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Fang Qiu smiled faintly, walked to Gan Yu's side, stretched slightly, and gently sat down next to Gan Yu, saying:

"These days I've been writing at home and haven't been out of town for a long time. I remember the last time I went out of town was when I went fishing with Hu Tao and the others."

"I never expected to see Miss Fang Qiu on Captain Beidou's ship."

Gan Yu said with a smile.

……

The moon casts shadows on the flowers, and the night's shadows are dappled.

Fang Qiu and Gan Yu sat on the hillside and chatted for a long time. Fang Qiu's initial restraint gradually dissipated because of their conversation.

However, it's unclear whether Gan Yu was too tired from work. As they chatted, Gan Yu's voice gradually became indistinct, her eyes became increasingly glazed, and she would occasionally let out a soft yawn.

"Miss Gan Yu, it's so late, how about we call it a day?"

Fang Qiu said.

"Ah."

Gan Yu rubbed her eyes and nodded gently.

Fang Qiu stood up and extended his hand to Gan Yu.

"Thank you."

Gan Yu responded softly, placed her hand in Fang Qiu's hand, and let Fang Qiu gently pull her up.

The journey home was smooth.

However, Gan Yu almost fell asleep several times while walking.

Fang Qiu supported Gan Yu while inwardly complaining.

She thought she was already very tired from writing all the time, but she didn't expect that being a secretary at Yujingtai would be so tiring.

I almost fell asleep while walking down the street. How many days of overtime must I have been working?

Yujingtai's approach is too ruthless.

Think about those two secretaries who said they would go with Gan Yu to get juice. Not to mention that they had to go back to work overtime after making mistakes in the reports, their working hours were also very late.

Thinking about it this way, I think writing novels is better.

You can earn money and have the freedom to allocate your time.

You can sleep whenever you want and wake up whenever you want.

Of course, she wasn't so comfortable in her previous life.

The website has a daily word limit, so I have to write every day.

In addition, irregular work and rest schedules lead to poor sleep, which in turn causes a decline in overall condition.

I often find myself sitting in front of the computer for three hours and unable to write more than 500 words.

Earning two or three thousand yuan a month in royalties...

My hair is falling out every day...

Then the pressure will increase, which will lead to poor sleep every day and a further deterioration of the condition.

Then a vicious cycle begins.

Thinking about it that way, the treatment seems about the same...

Fortunately.

Although it was late at night, the streets of Liyue were still brightly lit.

"Then I'll be going now. I'll be looking forward to your new book, Miss Fang Qiu."

Gan Yuqiang roused himself, exhaled softly, and said.

"Well then, thank you for your kindness, Miss Gan Yu."

Fang Qiu smiled slightly and said, "Then I'll be going now. Let's go to that shop together again next time we have time to try other flavors of juice."

"Okay, see you next time."

Gan Yu nodded, and as she watched Fang Qiu walk towards her door, she couldn't help but smile slightly.

"I never expected that Miss Fang Qiu would be afraid of stories about mountain spirits and ghosts. I feel like I understand her a little better now."

She smiled faintly and murmured softly.

Soon, her bright eyes were once again shrouded in deep weariness.

"sleepy……"

……

After saying goodbye to Gan Yu, Fang Qiu dragged his slightly tired body home.

Her room was on the second floor.

You have to go up an external wooden staircase.

Halfway up the ladder, hearing the sound of shoes falling on the wooden steps, Fang Qiu suddenly remembered the ghost story told by the storyteller.

A sudden chill ran down my spine.

The voice imitated by the person next to the storyteller kept echoing in my mind.

"Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump."

Fang Qiu's face turned deathly pale in an instant.

Without daring to look back, she quickly ran up to the door, opened it, and then slammed it shut.

She leaned against the door, and just as she breathed a slight sigh of relief, she found herself surrounded by darkness; her home was pitch black.

"Goo."

Fang Qiu subconsciously swallowed.

Dangerous!

Fang Qiu could almost see a huge, blood-red "danger" character above his head.

Although such situations are usually just unfounded worries, even knowing this, Fang Qiu, who had just heard the horror story, couldn't suppress the fear spreading wildly in her heart.

It was as if, in the darkness, a murderer wielding a knife was grinning sinisterly at her.

Sometimes, it's really not her fault for praising the other God's Eyes.

If she had the Eye of Fire, she could simply conjure a fireball right now and light up the entire room.

Ice-type skills can only emit a faint blue glow.

She sighed softly, groped her way to the desk, and lit a candle.

The bright lights instantly illuminated the entire room.

Fang Qiu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the house was empty.