Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 256 Wedding Gift
Suddenly, the door of the office was pushed open.

"Xiao Lin!" The person who rushed in was Hong Yijia, who was wearing a decent dress and had a simple and neat makeup, which was quite different from the previous impression of the crazy woman.

"Who are you?" Zheng Fan muttered to himself and Hong Yijia passed through him and came in front of Lin Yilin.

Lin Yilin looked at her and spoke first: "You just came back from the venue? You should be accompanying your sister to prepare and socialize at the same time."

"Yeah, my God, this is definitely the biggest wedding in the core circle of the metropolis in recent years. It's just like the wedding in a domineering CEO novel. Although my sister is the domineering one...but that's not important. She arranged so many things for me that I'm exhausted!" Hong Yijia started complaining as soon as she came up.

"Are you running out now because you're lazy?" Lin Yilin looked at her calmly.

"No, I have a good teacher." Hong Yijia puffed out her chest, "My sister likes Harry Potter very much, and wants to ask if there are any manuscripts of Harry Potter at the beginning."

"Uh." Lin Yilin was stunned. "With electronic technology so advanced now, there are only a few people who still insist on handwriting."

"So I'm just asking. But compared to typing, those who have super inspiration generally prefer handwriting. I haven't heard of any super-inspirational painters using a digital tablet." Hong Yijia said.

"Ke Meng has used a digital tablet before."

"Ah? Is this true?" Hong Yijia was stunned.

"Really, in her own words: 'Oil painting is just for the purpose of establishing the character. Oil painting itself is troublesome and not as convenient as a digital tablet.' But she also said that the inspiration output by oil painting is indeed more stable, or that it takes stronger inspiration to achieve the level of physical painting on the computer."

"Don't tell me such things!" Hong Yijia hugged her head in shock.

"I only said this because you looked like you didn't believe me. So why are you reacting so strongly?" Lin Yilin narrowed her eyes and looked at her speechlessly.

“It’s like the fantasy that the dreamy beautiful girl I longed for was actually a NEET otaku was shattered.”

"...Do you still have such fantasies about Ke Meng?"

"Aren't all the paintings she paints in the club oil paintings?" Hong Yijia asked instead of answering.

"The club is a place where you need to establish your own image. Although Sister Ye knows about this, she will turn a blind eye to it. If she uses a digital tablet in front of Sister Ye, she will definitely be scolded by the former Sister Ye."

"That's right, Sister Ye is just a stubborn old-fashioned person." Hong Yijia accepted it.

So she gave up arguing on this point and continued, "So does this manuscript exist or not?"

"Of course not. I also told you that those were not the results of superinspiration. They were just printed out one-to-one by Mr. Illusion from his memory." Lin Yilin was not surprised why Sister Hong Yijia knew that she was related to those best-selling books.

After asking Zheng Fan about the author's signature, to be precise, the signature used in "Porter" is directly "Zheng Fan". Of course, it is also okay to understand it as Lin Yilin's pen name, because Lin Yilin is just a second-hand porter.

It was Yihong Yijia's habit that if she liked a book, she would look up the author and found that this was also very common for her.

I have seen that sister before, a strong woman who looks gentle but is actually decisive and resolute.

"In a sense, it seems more precious." Hong Yijia said.

A super illusion with a one-to-one printout of a book from another world, isn't this better than some vague supernatural inspiration? But I can't say this anymore.

As she spoke, "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone" on Lin Yilin's bookshelf suddenly floated out and was handed to Hong Yijia.

“Huh?” Hong Yijia was stunned.

Seeing this, Lin Yilin said, "This is a book that Mr. Illusion 'printed' and is a perfect replica of the original state of another world. There's coffee on page 53 that Mr. Illusion accidentally spilled on it. It can be called the 'first Harry Potter' in this world. Give it to your sister as a gift." "That's great! Thank you Mr. Illusion!" Hong Yijia took the book and blew a kiss to the air.

Lin Yilin looked at Zheng Fan and moved away with disgust.

"But is Xiaolin okay?" Hong Yijia suddenly asked again.

"What can I do with it?"

"The book that Mr. Illusion gave to Xiaolin, is it just being passed on like this?"

Lin Yilin was speechless, sipping her coffee: "It's just a book, so what? If Mr. Hallucination wants to, he can poop out a large pool of it like diarrhea."

"I understand the logic, but why do you use such a disgusting metaphor? You can even use it while drinking coffee." Hong Yijia's mouth twitched as he listened.

"As a writer, if you don't use some metaphors, people will think you are a web writer." Lin Yilin raised the corner of her mouth slightly and looked at Zheng Fan who was looking very nervous.

Hong Yijia subconsciously said: "Apologize to the author of the online article. My sister also likes to read online articles. It also helps me kill time when I am bored during missions."

There are too many complaints to take care of at once. Does Xiaolin have such a bad taste originally?

Could it be that he has learned bad things from being with something for too long?

"As for the book, I still have the English version, so it's okay." Lin Yilin said calmly.

"It turns out you're not indifferent, but you have a backup!" Hong Yijia said.

After complaining, she looked at the obviously old book in her hand. The pages were bent due to improper storage, and the paper was slightly yellowed. When she turned to the page that Lin Yilin mentioned, she saw that there were indeed traces of old coffee.

It is impossible for Lin Yilin to preserve the book so roughly. The name of the publisher and the translator of this book are completely unfamiliar. Only the name of the original author is the same. Coupled with the traces of age, all these things indicate that the origin of this book is unusual.

One can sense that this book is just the tip of the iceberg of its past owner, and that part of his time is imprinted on it.

"Jiajia?"

"Huh?" She came back to her senses and looked up at Lin Yilin who was looking at her with some confusion.

Lin Yilin blinked and said, "Do you think this book is in such poor condition? Then I can exchange it for the English version."

"I always feel like you're just showing off. No need to. Having it is enough. I'm sure you'll be very happy." Hong Yijia said with her usual smile.

"For things like this, you can just send me a message and ask. I'll give it to you tomorrow. Jia Jia, you'd better be lazy instead of running out here." Lin Yilin said.

"Hehe, I don't know!" Hong Yijia just played dumb and ran out with her shoes clattering on the floor.

"It's that crazy woman again. She makes a lot of noise as soon as she comes. If I don't send her away quickly, she will probably stay for a while." Zheng Fan rolled the quilt spirit into a ball and tossed it in his hand to play with it. The quilt spirit really liked being held and played with rather than squirming on its own.

After saying that, there was no response, so he turned to look at Lin Yilin: "Are you sleepy?"

"A little bit. Maybe I have to get off work early today, and go to the wedding even earlier tomorrow." Lin Yilin said, coming back from a brief distraction.

"Yeah." Zheng Fan withdrew his gaze and responded sullenly.

(End of this chapter)