I write novels in Liyue

"Don't worry, brother, I'm a member of the treasure robbery group, so I won't be afraid, just tell me."

Seeing his elder brother's serious expression, the fat man nodded seriously.

"Do you still remember that before Sister Bao'er transferred you to my subordinate, I had another subordinate?"

said the thin man.

"remember."

The fat man nodded suspiciously.

"That day, he and I met a ghost on Wuwangpo."

The thin man said with a look of fear.

The fat man couldn't help but look serious, and asked: "Ghost... who is it?"

"It's not anyone, it's the kind of ghost that kills people, what people turn into after death, do you understand?"

The skinny man was already panting from exhaustion, but when the fat man asked, he was almost so angry that he rolled his eyes and turned his back.

"Understood, brother, you continue to talk."

Seeing that his elder brother looked like he was going to hit someone, the fat man asked quickly.

"Sister Bao'er gave us a treasure map of Wuwangpo that night. We went to Wuwangpo together that night. As a result, we ran into a ghost shortly after entering Wuwangpo. The ghost's tongue was so long that it directly Roll over, and then the girl came out and beat us both up, I was like a human..."

The more the thin man spoke, the more ugly his face became, and his hands shook like a sieve. Finally, he took a long breath and said, "Do you understand?"

"Ming...understood, then...then what should we do now?"

Seeing that his boss's face was extremely ugly, the fat man couldn't help showing a look of horror.

"What else can I do? I'll leave it to fate. I hope she has a lot of them and didn't miss us. Otherwise, the two of us won't be able to eat. Let's buy these two thousand moras for peace of mind."

The thin man sighed and said, "Oh, why is it so difficult to earn some extra money?"

"Then shall we resell next time?"

The fat man hesitated.

"Let's talk about it... Let's run farther, so as not to be caught up."

After speaking, the thin man continued to run.

……

And this time.

Zhongli was walking on the street, not caring about other people's eyes, pushing the cart all the way back to the Hall of Rebirth.

"Mr. Zhongli, didn't you go to Wanwen Jishe to buy Miss Fang Qiu's new book with the hall master? Why did you come back so early?"

Seeing Zhongli, the little sister Yiguan couldn't help being stunned and asked.

"The new book has been bought."

Zhong Li said calmly.

"So fast?"

Miss Yiguan was taken aback for a moment, and then she saw a pile of books piled up on the cart behind Zhongli, and then she couldn't help sighing, "As expected of Mr. Zhongli, you can buy books so quickly."

"This time it is the hall master's credit."

Zhongli said.

"What about the Hall Master? Didn't she go with you?"

The younger sister of Yiguan asked.

"The hall master still has some things to do, so let me bring the book back first."

Zhongli said.

After finishing speaking, he covered his forehead again, and said, "Could I trouble Miss Yiguan to help me distribute these books to other people in the Hall of Rebirth, and treat you to dinner next time."

"Well, then I'm looking forward to Mr. Zhongli's treat."

Miss Yiguan smiled and took the trolley pulled by Zhongli, and said.

"Thank you."

Zhong Li picked up one of them, smiled and nodded.

"However, Mr. Zhongli, please remember to bring the money. Don't ask me to reimburse you to the Hall of Death. A few days ago, when the people from the pastry shop in Mond came to check out, they complained to me, saying that Mr. Zhongli, you actually drank Every cup of tea has to be accounted for.”

The little girl Yiguan covered her mouth and said with a smile.

Zhong Li wasn't embarrassed either, he just smiled lightly and said, "Don't worry."

……

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ps: Sorry for the late arrival of the hand pain, I don’t know what’s going on, the right side of the right wrist hurts.

Chapter 170 Sixth, Fang Qiu Can't Go Far

After making an appointment with Miss Yiguan, Zhongli returned to his room and sat at the desk.

The cover of "[-] Centimeters Per Second" is very similar to the hardcover version of "Your Lie in April", with cherry blossoms flying all over the sky.

However, on the cover of "Your Lie in April", Miyazono Kaoru hugged Mr. Arima from behind under the cherry blossoms all over the sky. Then, most of Miyazono Kaoru's body turned into cherry blossoms and drifted away, while Mr. Arima It's a posture of playing the piano, and weeping while playing the piano.

That day, when he went to buy the hardcover edition of "Your Lie in April", many people saw the painting and burst into tears on the spot, recalling painful memories. He went directly to a tavern downstairs and drank a lot of wine.

When buying a book, I heard people in line say that the cover of the hardcover edition of "Your Lie in April" was drawn by Fang Qiu himself.

I don't know if it's true or not.

On the cover of "[-] Centimeters Per Second", under the cherry blossoms in the sky, a little girl holding an umbrella and a little boy across the street.

He turned to the first page, just like "Your Lie in April", the page was a faint cherry color, and there were cherry blossoms printed on each page, and four lines of small characters were written vertically in the lower right corner of the title page.

"I heard it's five centimeters per second.

Um?What?

The speed at which cherry blossom petals fall,

Five centimeters per second. "

"Is there any special meaning to this five centimeters per second?"

Zhong Li thought about it and turned to the next page.

The story begins.

……

Time passed slowly.

In a flash, it is dusk.

The twilight poured down, and the sky was full of orange.

The melodious wind blows gently, and the trees beside the road rustle.

The booming business of Wanwen Jishe has gradually come to an end.

The tea tables next to the Wanwen Collection House were full of people, and they were reading all kinds of books carefully.

"Sister, please get a copy of "[-] Centimeters Per Second."

A girl about thirteen or fourteen took out twenty moras and said.

"Ah."

Ji Fang nodded, and handed a copy of "[-] Centimeters Per Second" to the girl.

"Thank you."

The girl nodded, took the book, turned and walked away from the counter, holding a piece of letter paper in her hand besides the book.

She looked up at the orange-red sky, with the breeze blowing her hair, and murmured: "I don't know if Dashu has finished reading "Your Name". Will he like the plot in the book? I wrote to you in the letter." He talks about the plot, will he feel bored, will he buy "[-] Centimeters Per Second"?"

She murmured and walked away.

Looking at the back of the little girl, Ji Fang couldn't help but smile.

"It's nice to be young."

Bathed in the twilight, Ji Fang stretched her waist, finally she could rest and read Fang Qiu's book when she had time.

Speaking of which, Fang Qiu's new book is really popular, and many big names in Liyue have come to buy Fang Qiu's new book.

For example, Huadan Yunjin of Yunhan Club, Liyue's well-known legal expert Yan Fei, Qixing General Secretary Gan Yu, and some other celebrities.

Each of them caused quite a stir.

However, what made her curious was that Hu Tao, the master of the Hall of Rebirth, didn't know why he didn't come this time.

She sat on a chair beside her, picked up Fang Qiu's "[-] Centimeters Per Second" and read it.

"Yes, Not Bad."

Looking at the soothing and youthful prose in the book, Ji Fang couldn't help thinking of the girl who just bought the book.

Speaking of which, Akari Shinohara in the book seems to be about the same age as the little girl who just bought the book, right?

She smiled and continued to look down.

In the book, Shinohara Akari is talking to Tono Takaki across the official road to see cherry blossoms together in the coming year, and then the carriage team roars past.

After the convoy passed, Akari Shinohara stood on the other side of the official road and waited for Takaki Tono.

Seeing this scene, Ji Fang couldn't help but smile.

It's just that the corners of her mouth just raised, but she found that the whole Wanwen Collection House was eerily quiet.

She got up subconsciously and looked, and saw that many people had closed their books, staring at the distance in a daze, as if they didn't realize that tears had flowed across their faces.

Many readers who were carrying cigarettes took a puff of cigarettes one after another, and then exhaled the smoke as if sighing, with dejected expressions.

The companion who didn't bring a cigarette asked him to borrow a puff, but he choked to tears.