??Chapter 62: 62, Is it really a love letter_1
Chapter 62: 62, Is it really a love letter_1
Intellectual property protection in the parallel world was done so well that Kunlun has not had an online serial till now, which in turn has limited the spread of so of its fa.
Although many areas outside Beijing, Tianjin, and Hebei have heard of this crazily popular martial arts novel, they can’t access it. Those who want to read it can only ask friends in the Beijing, Tianjin, and Hebei region to send it to them, but these people are after all in the minority.
However, Ren He felt that this wasn’t a problem because Kunlun would sooner or later beco widely popular throughout China.
In the private room, nobody besides Yang Xi knew that the author of the novel they were discussing was sitting right there with them. As Yang Xi watched Ren He nodding his head and saying with genuine interest, “Hmm, this novel is indeed very good, you all have great taste,” she couldn’t help but feel amused.
How could anyone be so shaless?!
Whenever soone praised Kunlun, Ren He would chi in with, “Hmm hmm hmm, that’s exactly what I think.”
He really wasn’t afraid of soone in the room knowing the truth… As Yang Xi listened and observed Ren He’s profile, she found it rather enjoyable. A musical prodigy who had written a martial arts novel that beca a huge success—if such a person didn’t have so quirks, Yang Xi would find him a bit too unreal.
And this might not even be considered a quirk.
In the anti, Ren He also found out that Huangfu Zhuri was indeed a true extre sports enthusiast. After having a few drinks, he spoke the truth—although his physique often made him the butt of jokes, he wanted to participate in extre sports nonetheless.
During her first sester of university, Xia Yuting had already acted in so low-budget television dramas. Moreover, a guy who spent his ti enjoying life in the Capital would always sneak glances at Xia Yuting during als; perhaps his motivation to take exams for the Capital was also because of Yuting.
This kind of casual conversation made Ren He feel very comfortable. As they were about to leave, he patted Huangfu Zhuri aningfully on the shoulder, “Hey, if there’s a chance, I’ll take you to try extre sports.”
But nobody took his words to heart, except for Duan Xiaolou.
When it was ti to leave that night, after sending Xu Nuo on her way, Ren He walked with Yang Xi in the direction of her ho. Suddenly, with a laugh, Yang Xi asked, “When will Kunlun finish serializing? Do Liu Yingying and Liang Xiao end up together?”
She was referring to the protagonists of Kunlun, asking about sothing she was genuinely interested in.
Ren He was taken aback for a mont—he thought Yang Xi had forgotten it, since she had only ntioned it offhand initially. That’s why he had been so shaless in praising Kunlun earlier…
Ouch, this was a bit awkward…
“Well… Kunlun will probably be serialized for another 30-plus installnts, totaling 950,000 words. As for your question… it’d be better not to spoil it,” Ren He said awkwardly, smacking his lips, not expecting that she not only rembered that he was the author of Kunlun but had also read it seriously.
But then he saw Yang Xi burst into hearty laughter, “Okay, you don’t have to be embarrassed. I found you quite entertaining just now.”
Ren He scratched his chin and suddenly laughed too, “All right, you knew from the start and just stood by watching the fun.”
“Let’s not talk about that. Tell
about your plans,” Yang Xi stopped under the streetlight. She had always been looking forward to what surprises Ren He had in store for her this winter vacation.
“Plans, you ask? The will of heaven must not be revealed; you’ll know when it happens!” Ren He teased her, “We’ll depart from Luo City in 2 days!”
“To where?”
“It’s a secret!”
“Hey, tell
already!” Yang Xi demanded impatiently.
“I can’t tell you, because if I do, it won’t be a surprise anymore, will it?” Ren He continued to walk forward, but Yang Xi grabbed hold of him.
The young boy and girl gazed at each other under the faint streetlights, as if ti itself had frozen in place. Yang Xi’s heart suddenly began to race, and the midnight neon lights overhead felt like a vivid dream.
“Just wait a mont,” Ren He suddenly said. Then, he rushed into a nearby supermarket to buy so paper and a pen and began writing sothing on the counter, leaving Yang Xi standing under the streetlights, wondering what he was up to. Could it be that inspiration struck him to write a song?
Ren He had already written 5 songs and there were still 5 more to go to fulfill his promise of 10 songs. Yang Xi was always curious about what the remaining songs would be like. What kind of song would it be this ti? She started to look forward to it.
Before long, Ren He ca running back, handing over the folded paper to Yang Xi. She couldn’t help but laugh a little; this guy always had to make it seem like he was giving her a love letter when he handed over his compositions.
She snatched it and unfolded the paper, then suddenly froze… Was this… really a love letter?
There were no staves, no notes, just a passage of text.
As Yang Xi read on, Ren He’s voice resonated in her ear, “You dance in your own pride and beauty on that stage, while I watch silently in the quiet darkness outside your spotlight. I was willing to use all the limited ti I had to simply gaze, gaze, gaze at you, until I turned into a sculpture or dust along with the passing of ti. However, when I could no longer endure the loneliness and solitude in this darkness, I picked up the lily that has blood all these years and placed it beside the only light.
Do you see these petals drifting away with the wind? Please look into my eyes before the very last petal turns to ash…”
Yang Xi looked up to et Ren He’s eyes. He suddenly burst into laughter, revealing a set of white, neat teeth, like an innocent fool. “I like you,” he confessed.
“I feel the sa,” Yang Xi said, her heart remarkably calm. She had imagined this scene countless tis, but now that it was actually happening, she realized she had already accepted everything in her heart.
Then, she suddenly asked, “I heard you had a crush on Duan Xiaolou in the past?”
“Hey, why the sudden change of face?” Ren He’s face darkened.
“What’s the matter, feeling guilty?” Yang Xi asked, curiously peering into Ren He’s eyes. “If you had a crush, then you had a crush. What’s there to be embarrassed about admitting it?”
“Co on, let’s get you ho,” Ren He quickened his pace and turned to leave. He couldn’t explain that it was a matter from before he traveled through ti, and in fact, Duan Xiaolou wasn’t his type in this life, but all these explanations were not to be shared.
However, Yang Xi wouldn’t let it go that easily. Regardless of how independent a girl might be, they were pretty much the sa in this regard. She followed, chuckling, “Alright, alright, I won’t ntion it again, okay? Then tell , where are you planning to kidnap
to in two days?”
“It’s a secret, you’ll know when the ti cos!” Ren He still refused to spill the beans. For him, this was a journey of dreams from his younger days, sothing he never had the chance to do in his previous life, but this ti, he was determined to take Yang Xi with him!
At that mont, the Divine Punishnt System announced a task: “Task: Complete a creative work within 1 month. Penalty for failure: 100 days of impotence.” The arrival of this task was due to Ren He plagiarizing that love letter, which was content that Yang Kang wrote in the novel ‘The Boy In This Period’ in his past life. But what the hell is up with this sudden change in penalties?! What kind of ridiculous punishnt is this? I’ve just got a girlfriend, and now you start with this kind of punishnt—are you joking?!
Sure enough, it wouldn’t let him off easy. He was about to take a break, and then this task showed up, but this ti the Divine Punishnt System was quite generous, offering a whole month!
Ren He increasingly felt that the Divine Punishnt System was sentient.
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Bonus chapter as a Christmas gift, wishing everyone a rry Christmas in advance
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