I write novels in Liyue

Night fell as darkness deepened.

Her childhood sweetheart specially brought her dinner, and after dinner, she sent him home.

Although she had feelings for her childhood sweetheart, he also had feelings for her.

The family also strongly encouraged this match.

However, like Qin Ji, her true desire was to chase the sea.

That would mean that I would be adrift at sea for a long time.

It would be fine if the other person could come on the ship with me, but unfortunately, the other person is a writer and is in poor health.

Not to mention his poor physical condition.

He also has his own dreams to pursue, so she has decided to give up...

"So annoying..."

She lay on the deck looking at the starry sky, recalling how her childhood sweetheart had excitedly told her about getting her manuscript approved when he brought her food, and even enthusiastically recommended something about "Batman." She felt a little annoyed.

It's not that she dislikes the topic.

She was also very happy for the other person.

Just seeing him smiling like that made her resolve to board the ship waver a little...

Damn it.

She scratched her head, sat up, and then remembered that she hadn't finished reading her book. She lit the ship's lamp, leaned against the cabin door, and continued reading.

She is looking forward to what will happen next.

But gradually, as she looked around, she started to feel something was wrong, and then she froze.

The mysterious woman was Jiang, a concubine of Qin Ji's husband.

Under Jiang's obstruction, Qin Ji was forced to leave this place forever after the ceremony.

She originally disliked this Jiang woman.

Seeing Qin Ji playing for Yun Tianhe and the others, even though they couldn't hear the song, just the lyrics alone were enough to make them feel depressed and somewhat lost.

A light rain falls, a gentle breeze rustles, and a deep, unwavering affection endures.

Snow falls heavily, the Yellow River turns muddy, leaving him heartbroken and cruel.

Put down the sword in my hand; I am willing.

It has awakened the feelings deep in my heart, the destiny has come to an end...

Qin Ji...

"Did Qin Ji regret it...?"

She murmured.

If I were to refuse the marriage proposal from my childhood sweetheart's family, would he also be very sad, like Qin Yi, the husband of Qin Ji in the book...?

How should I choose...?

Will I regret choosing to board the ship in the future...?

Thinking about this, she became increasingly irritable.

"I don't want to think about it anymore. I'll keep watching and we'll talk about it after the Lantern Festival this year."

She rubbed her face in frustration and continued reading.

Then, the scene changed.

Jiang then made a heartfelt confession to her deceased husband, and then jumped off the tower to join him in death.

She said she wanted to stay with her husband in the underworld...

They committed suicide for love.

Upon seeing this, her eyes reddened, and tears welled up in her eyes.

In her view, the idea of ​​dying for love is an ancient legend, because she doesn't understand why someone she loves would have to die with them...

Do you like it that much, love it that much?

Besides, the other party must also want to live, right?

However, when she saw this part, she seemed to understand it a little.

Life loses its meaning when you lose your loved ones...

That's why they committed suicide for love.

She couldn't tell whether Qin Ji's love or Jiang Shi's love was more sincere or more passionate...

Qin Ji was filled with regret, and Jiang Shi loved her but could not have her.

And

I'm neither at the point of deep regret, nor have I experienced unrequited love...

Thinking of this, the depression and repression in her heart intensified.

Perhaps I underestimated the importance of my next decision...

Think about it carefully.

"I'm not watching anymore, let's go to the pub for a drink."

She wiped away her tears, put the book aside, and then she noticed something.

The author's name in this book.

Fang Qiu.

Fang Qiu?

That name sounds familiar.

and many more……

Wasn't that white-haired beauty guest today named Fang Qiu?

Could she be the author of this book?

Uh?

Logically speaking, it shouldn't be possible.

What respectable person would use their real name as a pen name?

However, that's not necessarily true.

His childhood friend said that when he and his author friends got together, they called each other by their pen names.

Unless it's a name that's hard to say.

For example, saying things like "crazy big babbling" or "Mr. Royal Uncle".

I don't know why these names are so embarrassing to mention.

There are also some terms that are less convenient to use: "Editor, please approve my manuscript," "Beautiful editor, the best in the world," "I'm the editor's dog, I don't want to write anymore, please be a rich woman to take care of me."

In short, there are all sorts of strange things.

However, the name of his childhood sweetheart wasn't exactly pleasant to hear either.

It's called a potato.

It sounds like it has no future.

It's probably just a coincidence.

She smiled, tidied herself up, disembarked, crossed the dock, and headed towards the tavern downstairs from Wanwenji House.

That was the tavern that the crew of the Dark Star frequented the most.

As luck would have it, the tavern owner's name was Jiang Qinji, and she was very beautiful. I wonder if those people were after her beauty.

It's said that the proprietress recently started offering counseling services.

It involves listening to the complaints of guests who have been drinking and offering suggestions.

Let's have a good chat with the landlady today.

I need someone to lend me a hand and give me advice.

She sighed and made her way to Scarlet Cloud Slope. Just as she was thinking about how to confide in the proprietress, she saw the proprietress, Jiang Qinji, at the entrance of the tavern.

This is not the point.

The proprietress often stands at the door to attract customers.

The problem is that, besides the proprietress, she also saw a familiar person.

That beautiful woman named Fang Qiu.

She was surrounded by a group of women and was half-pushed and half-forced into the tavern.

The women's clothes...

It looks like the uniform of Liyue Publishing House, right?

She had seen it when she accompanied her childhood sweetheart to visit a publishing house...

Do they know each other?

She was puzzled.

If we recognize her, could that white-haired beauty be the author, Fang Qiu?

So she went over.

At the entrance of the tavern.

Jiang Qinji wanted to laugh as she watched Fang Qiu being dragged to the front of the tavern by several female editors like a frightened kitten.

However, as a professional listener and conversation partner, one must also be willing to listen to and discuss with guests.

Let's just call it chatting for now.