NOVEL NEXT Chapter 7
The sun rises, and it's a new day.
Wu Ye didn't want to procrastinate any longer. He jumped out of bed and walked to the fountain to wipe his face. After eating the steamed rice noodles made by his grandfather, he immediately returned to the room and started writing.
"rustle......"
The sound was like the slowly falling sand in an hourglass. It was Wu Ye writing on the paper with a brush.
Until the sunset, Wu Ye never left the door.
Grandpa Wu Yong had no choice but to keep the food warm in the kitchen and told him to remember to eat. Wu Ye responded and continued writing.
Wu Ye bundled up all the distracting thoughts and put them behind his mind. He held the pen with his elbow hanging, and the flexible pen tip moved powerfully on the paper, making a pleasant "rustling" sound, as if telling the story of the day's hard work, leaving behind Heavy traces.
It was late at night, and the lights in the room next to him went out. Grandpa should rest and go to sleep.
Only then did Wu Ye realize that he was so hungry that he was dizzy. Then he tiptoed into the kitchen, picked up the rice bowl and took a few random bites, then gently returned to the room to stretch his muscles.
Well, the pain in my waist and back, especially in my wrists, is unbearable, damn it! I’m still not used to using brushes. There are no roller pens or fountain pens in this world!
oh?! There may be one in Fontaine. If you have a chance, go there and have a look.
Wu Ye thought secretly and looked at the novel he had written. It was still a little short of completion.
Forget it, I'll just finish it all night tonight.
Fuck him, Wu Ye encouraged himself.
Wu Ye ground the ink again and dipped the brush into thick ink. He poured all his thoughts into the ink and poured it out onto the paper.
Early the next morning, Wu Yong knocked on Wu Ye's door several times and called him for breakfast.
Seeing no response, Wu Yong opened the door directly and saw his grandson lying on the table, asleep with his arms as pillow, and several pieces of paper full of handwriting pressed under his arms.
He shook his head helplessly, then thoughtfully covered his grandson with his coat, and left to go about his own business.
……
"Well, hiss!"
His arm was very sore, and Wu Ye gasped when he woke up.
He felt that his hands were going to be disabled. First he wrote non-stop all night, and then he used them as his own pillow.
Wu Ye directly did a whole set of radio gymnastics. Well, it was quite useful.
However, this thing can easily become a square dance, so the old men and women in Liyue Port cannot learn it, otherwise it will easily cause disturbance to the people in the future.
Wu Ye went to the kitchen to find something to pad his stomach, and then walked out of the yard holding the manuscript he had written.
He raised his head and looked at the sky. It was noon. Grandpa hadn't come back yet. Could it be that he had gone to the port to set up a stall?
Forget it, go ahead and submit the article to get the royalties, and then go find Grandpa after you finish it.
After Wu Ye thought about it, he quickly walked towards Yamoxuan located in the south of Liyue Port. If Wanwen Collection has the largest collection of books in Liyue Port and is also the best-selling bookstore, then Yamoxuan is the only bookstore in Liyue Port. A bookstore that integrates essay solicitation and printing functions and publishes new books the fastest.
(Because there is only one Wanwen Collection Store in Liyue Port in the game that sells books. Unlike Inazuma’s Eight-Central Hall, it can also submit manuscripts, so I thought of a bookstore where I can submit manuscripts and print them. I hope readers don’t mind. )
After finishing the ending last night, I fell asleep without even having time to check whether there were any typos or whether the plot distribution was reasonable.
Wu Ye had no choice but to lower his head and walk while holding the manuscript to check. He didn't even notice the person coming in front of him. The other person was also walking in a hurry with his head down and thinking about something.
The result is obvious.
"Dong", the two people bumped into each other with a "dong" sound. Is this considered an acquaintance?
Wu Ye was knocked to the ground, and the manuscripts in his hands were scattered on the ground. However, the other party just took a step back. Seeing that Wu Ye had been knocked down by him, he hurriedly helped him up.
Wu Ye's eyes were filled with stars. He finally opened his eyes and found that the other party was staring at him blankly.
When the two sides finally saw each other's appearance clearly, they said in unison:
"It's you!"