Looking at the news online, Yue Qingyan smiled bitterly, but there was no way. He had handed over the last volume and the last few manuscripts to Mingqian Company. In the email, it was officially stated that the main story of "The Legend of Galaxy" has been completely completed and there is no plan for the novel to be rumored. In addition to the previous cooperation on the setting of "Yinying" and the refinement of the worldview, the work line of "Yinying" in his hands was shelved.

As if all his strength was drained, Yue Qingyan slept hard all day before then he was so hungry that he went to the hotel restaurant to eat.

However, even when I was eating, I stuffed a book and a pen into my pocket. He has now developed the habit of having tools to record his thoughts or some words at any time and anywhere.

For an author, this is a good habit and an indispensable habit.

When Yue Qingyan went to the restaurant, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening. If it weren't for the language barrier and the fact that he was too lazy to leave, he probably wouldn't have gone to the hotel restaurant, but would rather go out to find a small shop to pass it. But now, he really couldn't bear it anymore. He even rushed into the restaurant after scanning the snacks given in the room.

However, when he was scanning the entire restaurant, he found a completely unexpected acquaintance in a corner of the restaurant: Fang Anxin.

He walked over quickly without hesitation. "Why are you here?"

Fang Anxin seemed to be expecting to see him, and her face showed a joyful smile. "Just arrived. I had a fuss at the book club in the morning. I was too lazy to read it, so I bought a plane ticket and came here to play."

"You are so exciting to readers." Yue Qingyan said seriously. He sat down in the seat beside Fang Anxin, and saw that the tableware in front of him had not been removed, or he deliberately did not let the waiter take it away.

"It's just adding materials to your base. Spread the stimulation we are first exposed to. Don't worry, there will be no trouble. There are plans to control it." Fang Anxin played with the fork in her hand and said, "You just think it's a relatively unique way of publicity. I didn't recommend playing like this, but for the sake of being able to be posted in many local news, I agreed."

"Did you work hard for me?"

Fang Anxin patted her wheelchair and said, "This is fine. No matter whether it is first class economy class business class, it is not bad for me."

"Do you know I live here? I came here on purpose?"

"Yes. I asked Sister Yingying and told me. And I had no choice but to come to find you."

"Oh? Why?" Yue Qingyan was puzzled. He couldn't think of anything else that this young lady could not do.

"I came here alone. After paying for the plane ticket, I went directly to the airport security check. I had no luggage, I didn't bring anything, so I brought my ID and bank card. If I want to buy something, I have to help me take me there. However, I can help with the Japanese and communicate with RB Publishing House."

"Why should I be so anxious?"

"If I don't rush over at lightning speed, my parents will arrange for five or six people to come with me. My brother is even simpler, so I'm not allowed to go." Fang Anxin said. "Aren't you hungry? Ordering food."

Yue Qingyan then realized and quickly called the waiter to ask what to ask for. Perhaps it was because Yue Qingyan was so hungry that Fang Anxin didn't say anything, but when her meal came, she gave it half to Yue Qingyan first.

After eating most of the bowl of pasta, Yue Qingyan felt that he had recovered.

"Then why are you rushing over like this? Somewhat..."

"It's a bit inexplicable?" Fang Anxin had long thought about what Yue Qingyan would think of this. "It must be a bit. But I still want to come. I haven't come for a while and I want to buy picture albums, painting supplies, and new comics and novels. Moreover, Yinying, you have finished writing it, and you will let me finish reading the last volume. It's also completely relieved."

"That's it?" Yue Qingyan couldn't figure it out. If this was the case, as for flying over to find him directly?

"Oh? Isn't it?" Fang Anxin was confused. Her eyes turned, as if she had discovered something fun: "Ah, I understand. Yanhuo Da, do you think I rushed over for you? Oh, the successful author's attitude towards fans is really subtle. Yanhuo Da, do you want to pamper your little fans these days!"

Fang Anxin deliberately said in a cute and gentle voice. Yue Qingyan felt chill all over her body and hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, don't make trouble. I thought you were quarreling or something else at home, so I came out to hide from the quiet."

"The biggest contradiction is what to do with me, a disabled person." Fang Anxin said indifferently. "I will definitely not be able to do without them for a long time. But I can't live without them for a moment. Well... it's a good choice to show them."

Fang Anxin supported her chin and looked at Yue Qingyan with a smile and said, "So, I turned off my phone. They couldn't find mine. The bank card I brought was the manuscript fee card for my own drawing. I have saved it for a long time, and I don't know how much money I have. But it should be enough. If not enough, I will look for you."

Yue Qingyan scratched his head. He really didn't know if Fang Anxin really had conflicts with her family or anything else. Anyway, let's just listen to this kind of wealthy lady's words. His itinerary was very relaxed this time, and it was nothing even if it was cancelled. RB and Hong Kong did not arrange a signing or any event, and he didn't need to sign a contract. The meaning of his existence was to tell the partner that he knew and supported it, and just endorse it.

Yue Qingyan called Mo Ersheng to talk about this matter by going to the bathroom. Fang Anxin gave people the feeling that she was a playful and willful lady. Although she felt a little uncomfortable, Mo Ersheng didn't think much about it. Yue Qingyan told her about this matter and hoped that through him, she would tell Fang Antong secretly, so as not to make a big deal.

But what Yue Qingyan didn't expect was that Fang Anxin's parents and brother had already known it. Something that came out of the family accidentally hit Fang Anxin and made her run to Tokyo directly. But Fang Antong was not worried about being able to meet Yue Qingyan. Although Yue Qingyan was not old, she was indeed a steady person.

When Fang Jia customized an electric wheelchair for Fang Anxin, she installed a GPS chip on the wheelchair. Her wheelchair can be controlled by hand or set up a follow-up mode, with a water bottle cradle and storage compartment on it. When rolling down from the stairs or somewhere, there are airbags that can instantly save the situation. The seat has ventilation and drying and massage devices to prevent it from feeling uncomfortable when sitting on it all the time. As for calling for help in an emergency, let alone calling the police. With so many electronic devices, it is used for the baby daughter, how can you miss the positioning chip?

Fang Anxin came to find Yue Qingyan, but she didn't think much about it. Recently, they have compiled various information, materials and settings with Yue Qingyan, and they have regarded Yue Qingyan as a friend. It was not until after seeing Yue Qingyan that Fang Anxin felt something wrong in her heart.

What's wrong with me? Yue Qingyan is a very interesting author, and he is indeed very talented, but... Is there anything else besides trust and friendship? She doesn't know. After all, for her, this kind of thing can only be captured and observed from novels, comics, TV, and movies.

Yue Qingyan, who didn't have to write a manuscript, naturally wouldn't refuse anyone to accompany him to stroll around. In fact, the work is really easy to deal with. I met with the Japanese side early the next morning. Before the Ming Dynasty, under the coordination of the representatives of RB, I discussed the promotion activities of "Your Name" and "Yinying" after reaching a certain sales volume, and it ended. The work totaled no more than 3 hours. Although the Japanese side wanted to invite Yue Qingyan to have a meal together, they were still declined.

It took not much time to shop with Fang Anxin. She didn't try clothes at all, and she bought ones with the right style. Although she bought a lot of them, she also bought a huge suitcase, but it did not take much time to add up. So Yue Qingyan pushed Fang Anxin's wheelchair and went to a cafe near a subway station together.

Warm coffee and crispy croissant bread were placed in front of him, but Yue Qingyan's eyes and his attention were entirely on the crowd coming and going outside.

"What's wrong? Human observation and experiment?" Fang Anxin asked.

"No, my creativity is in these crowds."

"Oh? Are you going to start writing again? Are you not going to rest?"

"Resting is rest, collecting materials is collecting materials. When I go back to Hong Kong, I will continue..." Yue Qingyan said seriously: "Yinying thought of this before she finished writing it. However, it is very hard to write and there are a lot of materials, so she is not so anxious. In the initial collection work, I need to go to several different cities, domestically, SH, BJ, Shenzhen, ZQ, CD, Guangzhou, Wuhan...Tokyo, Osaka, and Hong Kong are a little bit more interested in going to see Taipei."

"Don't put Taiwan in such a sad position. What did you do to the Kuomintang? They won't restrict your entry..." Fang Anxin accurately captured the change in Yue Qing's tone and immediately started to tease. "What are you writing? They are all big cities, urban diseases, etc."

"It's meaningful. But it's still the growth trend of a teenager. Looking at all kinds of people, looking at some special people, then guessing, guessing, deducing... Each group has their own way of living and their own problems. What I want to write is such a series of stories." Yue Qingyan explained. Now that he has mastered "photo-type memory" and used to observe materials and people, it is almost twice the result with half the effort.

"It's really hard. You probably can't stop from work one job to another?"

"Well, new ideas are constantly arising. I'm afraid I can't digest so much." Yue Qingyan said: "So, I haven't quite understood what happened to those authors who say there is nothing to write about."

"If you want to get ideas, you can't figure out how to write them, or on the contrary. Creativity and execution are always separated by the natural barrier. The same goes for painting. In the past, many pictures would pop up in my mind, and I would also use sketch records to mark them, but... I can't draw them if I don't have enough skills. In recent years, I finally started to complete some things and challenge some things. Maybe this is the way I feel?"

"Yes. Writing is quite similar to painting. If I have time, I want to learn to draw and read." In fact, Yue Qingyan hopes to get a painting skill at any time, otherwise it will be really difficult to learn to draw from scratch.

"Stories one after another. Has anyone ever told you that you are very unlovely when writing and working?"

Yue Qingyan nodded: "I knew it a long time ago. I was quite afraid of this before."

"What's the relationship with Miss Xiao Mo?" Fang Anxin suddenly realized that if she was a girl, she would have enough insight.

"Yes, it's a bit. I can't continue to be an assistant, but... I'm sorry for her in the way she gets along with me."

Fang Anxin sighed: "But she has become the inspiration for your "Broken Story Heart". No matter what happens in the future, she stays in a good work. Although it seems unlikely that you will win the award, your "Broken Soul Gun" is also a little bit short of two votes. But I prefer "Broken Story Heart"." Fang Anxin subconsciously looked down at her legs, holding the armrests of the wheelchair tightly with her hands.

"She won't think so." Yue Qingyan shook his head.

"Yes. I just won't let you know." Fang Anxin sneered. "But when will I want to be your inspiration?"

"You are..." Yue Qingyan was nervous.

"It's nothing. I won't set myself up flags." Fang Anxin said with a smile: "Why don't you write novels based on human observation?"

"I will be banned... Maybe." Yue Qingyan said very self-aware: "So, it will be much better to change the background."

"What background does it change?" Fang Anxin said: "Isn't it modern? Or..."
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