I'm a web novelist, and you want me to work in the entertainment industry?

"Since everyone wants to hear it, I'll tell you one," Cheng Che said.

Tian Xiwei immediately sat up straight, placing her hands neatly on her knees, like a kindergarten child waiting for the teacher to give out candy.

Xia Ziyi also stopped sleeping, jumped up from Xu Anan's shoulder, her eyes sparkling.

Xu Anan closed the book and turned slightly to the side.

Seeing this, Henry Lau quickly followed the example of the others and sat down properly.

In an instant, all four pairs of eyes were fixed on Cheng Che.

"Let me tell you a short science fiction story," Cheng Che said.

"Science fiction is great! I love science fiction the most!" Xia Ziyi nodded repeatedly.

Whether she genuinely likes it or is just being polite, nobody knows.

"Me too! Because it's cool!" Henry Lau chimed in.

A short science fiction story?

Isn't that just aliens, laser swords, and spaceships?

A handsome man like him deserves to hear cool and stylish stories like this!

"Will anyone die in this story?" Tian Xiwei suddenly raised her hand.

This question resonated with Xu Anan and the audience.

"No." Cheng Che shook his head.

"It's described as science fiction, but the story unfolds right beneath our feet; it's a very quiet story."

Xu Anan was slightly disappointed. Why was it like this?

The story is not sad, it is truly heartbreaking.

[What?! No one's going to die? Has Zero changed genders?]

[What the hell is this gender reassignment surgery? Are we going to be called "zero-milk" now?]

[Immortals are great! Immortals are great! Immortals are the reason to be king! (Crossover)]

"Then you can speak," Tian Xiwei said obediently, sitting up straight.

"This is a first-person story, so please try to imagine yourself in the story," Cheng Che added.

"After working for more than two months straight, I was really exhausted, so I asked my supervisor for two days off so I could go on a short trip to relax."

"The director agreed, but on the condition that I bring a pair of glasses with me," he began.

This novel opening instantly captured everyone's attention.

What does it mean to "bring a pair of eyes"?

"The owner of the eyes was a young girl who looked like she had just graduated, wearing a rather strange spacesuit with an exceptionally advanced heat insulation and cooling system."

The girl was petite and looked a bit dull. Her oversized spacesuit made her look strangely pitiful.

She was very polite, always using honorifics when she spoke to me, and even bowed to me. Her voice sounded as gentle as a breeze.

I asked her where she planned to go, and she was pleasantly surprised that she could choose her travel destination.

She struggled with the decision for a long time, much like a blind person who has the chance to regain their sight for three days, agonizing over what they should look at.

Ultimately, she chose the place where she had set sail, a very beautiful place.

That place is where mountains meet plains, forests meet grasslands. Originally, there was the Taklamakan Desert in front of it, but with the efforts of several generations, the desert has been transformed into grassland.

The vast grassland stretches to the horizon, with the Tianshan Mountains behind it covered in green forests, and silvery snowcaps visible on the peaks of several mountains.

I took out my glasses and put them on.

The so-called "eyes" are actually a special sensing device that allows the owner of the eyes to see, hear, and feel everything that I perceive.

Astronauts working in space are typically equipped with glasses to help them better feel the presence of their homeland.

As I was admiring the scenery before me, I suddenly heard a soft sob.

The girl actually cried.

She said she often dreamed of this place after she left, and now she has returned to her dream.

She was terrified of being confined, and now she felt like she had been pushed up from the bottom of a deep pool and was finally breathing air.

She gave me the feeling that she had just emerged from underwater, struggling to breathe.

I comforted her, saying that she was not isolated because she was surrounded by the vast expanse of space, which made the grassland seem insignificant in comparison.

The girl suddenly fell silent.

I don't know why, but I didn't dare to ask any further.

She only exclaimed in surprise again when she saw the scattered wildflowers on the grassland.

She asked me to squat down and smell it; I could detect a faint, pleasant fragrance.

It's clear the girl really likes these little flowers, because she's even started giving them names one by one.

After she had done over a hundred, I got a little annoyed and decided to leave.

As she was leaving, she said I had stepped in "light snow".

I found it a bit funny, so I asked her the names and appearances of a few more flowers, but to my surprise, she remembered them all!

This shocked me.

She exclaimed, "Your world is so wonderful."

I quickly led her to a stream, and as soon as I put my hand into the water, I heard her sigh again.

Then a breeze swept across the grassland, hitting my wet hands and making them feel cool.

The girl exclaimed again, even exaggerating that it was a wind from heaven.

At her request, I kept wetting my hands and raising them to the wind, conveying the feeling of heaven to her for a long time.

I asked her if it was very hot over there.

She said it was as hot as hell.

She then added, "Your world is wonderful."

I took her around the grassland for a day, and everything there would make her gasp in amazement. Wildflowers, grass, and even the chirping of birds would bring tears to her eyes.

I realized that her feelings toward the world had become pathological.

Before sunset, I went to a small cabin to rest. I had only eaten half of my meal when she asked me to go watch the sunset again.

She was completely absorbed in it.

I think she cherishes these ordinary things, which is rare, because this is an era in which many things can be easily obtained.

I was half asleep at night when she woke me up, saying she wanted to go look at the moon.

She hummed a soft little tune, and that gentle melody would still echo in my mind long afterward.

I went back to sleep, but I was woken up halfway through. She said the moon might be hidden by clouds now, and the scenery was different from before.

I was annoyed to be suddenly woken up, but I still patiently went out.

Listening to her is like listening to a sentimental poet, marveling at all sorts of mundane scenes.

Finally, I got fed up, casually hung my glasses on a tree branch, and went back to sleep.

The next day, a light drizzle fell. As soon as I got my glasses back, I heard her sobbing softly because she couldn't see the sunrise.

I could almost see her tearful, aggrieved expression, and for a moment I was infected by it; my eyes even started to well up with tears too.

Perhaps out of guilt for what I did last night, I promised her that I would definitely come back with her glasses in the future.

Come back here and watch the sunrise.

She stopped crying and didn't say anything.

Hearing the first birdsong of the day, she forgot her sadness and became excited, just like a child.

At this point, Cheng Che paused, took a sip of water.

At this moment, the other four were completely absorbed in the story he was telling.

Even the comments section has stopped updating, as if everyone is waiting for the next part to come.