All the people who like me are other people’s girlfriends! ?

As long as he has this determination, he is already far ahead of his peers. Even if he fails, it doesn't matter - he still has plenty of time to strive in the future.

"No problem. This book of the Great Emperor's Enlightenment is just right for ambitious people like Miss Yang Nai." Qingye smiled slightly.

"Oh, so open and honest, it seems like you're really writing something serious..." The girl smiled, then stood up and jumped behind him, patting the chair. "Get out of the way."

Kiyono made way, and Yukinoshita Haruno sat down, pulled the document to the top and looked at it carefully.

Gradually, the girl's expression became serious.

The title of Qingye's book consists of only one word - "Moon", which highlights the tribute to the predecessors.

Japanese traditional literature likes to pay attention to themes such as "mono no aware" and "loneliness", and especially likes to describe the longing and compassion for the fleeting beauty like falling cherry blossoms, and to salvage the fleeting aesthetics in the stream of life and death. Kiyono's writing now has a bit of this melancholy flavor, but it is just a faint background, not strong.

Rather than the decadent drowning, he emphasizes the strength of the people who, despite repeated failures, dare to challenge in such circumstances, and the spirit of refusing to bow to fate and choosing to grit their teeth and fight... Am I doing this reading comprehension?!

Yang Nai was in an extremely complicated mood. She had only read half of it, and the classic flavor of the beautiful literature was almost overflowing the screen. The whole article was filled with simple and profound descriptions, and every word and sentence seemed to have been polished through thousands of trials and tribulations.

She thought carefully about her age. Judging from her literary talent alone, she could only be this guy's sister - of course, she still could.

Even if someone pointed a gun at her head and told her that Qing Ye was not a genius, Yang Ye would firmly refute it - otherwise there would be no explanation! Not to mention junior high school students, she had never seen such a person even in high school! Even the strongest writers became famous in their twenties!

But... even if he is a genius, he is a genius who grew up in the Yukinoshita family, and he is still a genius who is bound to them.

Yukinoshita Haruno's eyes became brighter and brighter, and she recalled the information about the Akutagawa Prize in her mind. The youngest winner was already nineteen years old, and he was the type who took shortcuts. So their family would have one more... twenty-year-old Kawabata Yasunari?

Yukino... who on earth did she pick up?

*

The four seasons rotate.

Another year has passed.

After entering the second year of junior high school, Qingye has become much taller than Haruno, and his first literary work in his life has been officially completed. He is currently considering moving out.

After all, he is getting older, and it is not appropriate to continue living under the same roof with his beautiful sister. Although Yukinoshita's house is large, incidents such as bathroom break-ins and accidental mixing of underwear have basically never happened, but his identity is actually quite embarrassing. He is neither a real adopted son nor a real family member.

Once the novel is published, he will be able to live independently - if he continues to live off the Yukinoshita family, he feels that he will really be forced to become a plaything of the two sisters!

Although he doesn't mind marrying into the wife's family, he doesn't want the relationship to be too entangled with interests.

Qingye thought secretly as he revised the final manuscript.

April 20th.

Chiba, light rain.

It is advisable to pray for blessings, but not to get married.

In the early morning, Qingye curled up in his quilt, listening to the sound of the slanting wind and drizzle hitting the wooden house and bluestone slabs outside, and was reluctant to get up for a long time.

Today is the day he submits his work to the Akutagawa Prize.

He didn't get up until the rain gradually subsided, washed his face and brushed his teeth, and boiled some water. However, after returning to the room again, feeling the warm gazes of literary masters of all ages, he still perfunctorily burned a stick of incense to add a sense of ritual.

Although it was also a submission, what he recalled in his mind was the scene of that day, riding a bicycle through the light gray buildings in Tokyo, with a blue-haired girl behind him gently supporting him.

"Banaijai..."

He remembered the girl's clumsy prayer, her silent worry, and her joy after the manuscript was accepted. The first time is always the most impressive.

This time, he was calmer and more mature, but I didn't worry about him anymore. For him... well, there were still some, and more than one.

Qingye picked up the vibrating phone and looked at the text message sent by Yukinoshita. A feeling of nostalgia emerged in his heart.

"This kind of unpleasant sense of reality is indeed the kind of writing that only Kiyono-kun could write."

"If you really can't find any flaws, you can just praise me." Qingye sent an emoji of a panda hugging its chest.

Yukinoshita didn't reply again, as if she was being tsundere.

Kiyono smiled and sat down in front of the computer - he chose to submit his Akutagawa Prize electronically. After all, as a half-member of the Yukinoshita family, he no longer needed to run around to save a little postage, and besides, the magazine company was not in Chiba.

He opened the Akutagawa Award's email address, and just as he was about to send it, he suddenly heard hurried footsteps.

"Wait, wait! Sister hasn't prayed yet!" Yang Nai ran over barefoot and held his hand.

"It's okay, I've already prayed to the gods on your behalf."

Qingye pointed to the burning incense on the table on the other side. However, as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he touched his throat strangely, feeling a little strange... His voice seemed hoarse?

Yukinoshita Haruno also heard his slightly hoarse voice, her pretty face was stunned, then she moved closer to him and pressed his shoulders.

"This is... the voice change period!" The girl seemed to have made some valuable discovery, and her eyes, which had always been light but clear, were sparkling.

Oh, I forgot there was such a thing.

Since it wasn't a fever or a cold, Qingye's expression became much calmer. After all, he had experienced the same thing once.

But the short-haired girl stared at him closely, with an indescribable charm in her expression. She arched her eyebrows and chuckled.

"Yukino-chan doesn't even know this, right?"

——Don’t use such weird words!

This young lady, who always maintained a perfect and elegant smile in front of outsiders, tilted her head.

"I know all the changes that have taken place in Qingye-kun, so we are true childhood sweethearts."

Yukinoshita Haruno's tone was gentle, and her unique fragrance lingered in her ears. She didn't seem to be deliberately using words that might cause misunderstanding, but it was this kind of teasing that seemed intentional or unintentional that made people most itchy.

"Hey, call me Yang No, this is a unique voice that you won't hear again."

Qingye turned around silently and faced the computer, his earlobes feeling a little hot.

"Just say it." She seemed to not care about her usual image at all in front of Qingye.

"Sister Yangno, it's time to submit your work." Qingye's face was solemn.

The girl sighed regretfully and looked at the screen along with him.

"Will it be successful... There has never been such a young winner of the Akutagawa Prize?" Yono quickly switched to serious mode.

On the other hand, if he succeeds, he can be said to have broken history.

When she thought of this, even Yang Noi's heart started pounding. She would not have had such unrealistic fantasies before, but now she really felt that it was possible.

"Don't overthink it." Qingye let go of the mouse and smiled calmly. "How about you post it? I'll give you a sense of participation."

"Okay."

Yang Nai sat on the chair next to him like a sweet girlfriend, then smiled and took the mouse he had just held and slowly placed it on the send button.

However, her mood was beyond her expectations.

As the heir of the Yukinoshita family, she has witnessed many big scenes. Even the real winners of the Akutagawa Prize have seen many of them, but at this moment, her hands were shaking inexplicably.

Is the fate of the future great writer in her hands?

Yang Nai tilted his head and glanced at Qingye.

send.

*

As the night deepens, the mansions on the hillside are brightly lit.

Is it time to give Qingye-kun an official identity?

Yukinoshita's mother's thoughts drifted away as she pondered this issue. Although she had always treated the boy as her adopted son-in-law, he was actually still in the probation period. After all, it concerned the future of the family and the girl's lifelong happiness, so it was always better to be cautious.

So far, she is still very optimistic about Qingye's future. She is smart, has an extraordinary temperament, treats people gently and well-educated, behaves neither servilely nor arrogantly, and has a maturity that does not match her age - she has observed her over the years and there is no doubt about it. She even thinks that Yukino has received instructions from God.

But love is an awkward matter, especially since Kiyono and Haruno are both at a very delicate age. Being too abrupt might damage their relationship, which makes her hesitate.

"Mrs. Yukinoshita, I heard that you adopted an outstanding son two years ago. When will you bring him to meet us?"

The slightly teasing voice brought the kimono beauty back to her senses. She raised her head, covered her lips with a small paper fan, and said with a smile:

"The child is still young, just wait another two years."

At this moment, she was attending a banquet hosted by a diplomat. The banquet was neither large nor luxurious, and was simply held in his own yard. Although the people invited were not from the top consortiums, they were also considered to be at the top of the pyramid.

The people who are communicating with each other here with friendly smiles may be hostile to each other in private. Even so, they still come to participate. This is the way of survival of different classes. Everyone is a fish swimming in a pond. Unless they are strong enough, no one can jump out.

As members of the Yukinoshita family, who are involved in both politics and business, it is imperative for them to maintain good relationships with others. This is the responsibility of every member of the family.

The person who spoke to her just now was another Chinese lady whose family was headed by women. These female-dominated families would naturally form small groups. After all, women in the same situation would always have more topics to talk about.

Several high-ranking and glamorous women gathered together, naturally attracting many astonished glances. The most eye-catching one among them was Yukinoshita's mother who was wearing traditional kimono.

Even though she already has two children, her face still shows no signs of aging, as if she has defeated time. Her youthful and delicate appearance has the dignified temperament that only a mature woman has. Men of any age will be attracted to such a woman.

Yukinoshita's mother had long been accustomed to these gazes, and her face was calm. In fact, she did not like such occasions, but being born in such a family and having a carefree life, it was natural for her to take responsibility for it.

She believed that this was a kind of equal happiness, so she felt that Yang No should also live according to the path she had taken.

"That's right, that's right."

Another pretty lady with twin ponytails, also wearing a kimono, opened her folding fan with a smile.

"Have you been following the recent Akutagawa Prize? I hear there's a super-amazing young writer emerging. Everyone's hailing him as a benchmark for future literature, saying he'll bring a new summer to literature just like Natsume Soseki did."

Akutagawa Prize?

Yukinoshita's mother raised her eyebrows with interest - she used to be a literary young woman, and most of the books in the library were sorted by her personally, and she also studied the literary world because of Qingye.

As one of the most famous literary awards, it is rare to find young writers who can win the award in modern times. Even most of the literary masters in history became famous when they were around 30 years old.

I wonder if Kiyono-kun will ever hope to achieve something like this… she thought thoughtfully.

Hearing this, the other women also became interested. The women in this land have always had a special admiration for writers. It seems that it is because the "aesthetics" of the writers' works touches their emotional side, or it seems that it is a concept left over from the Heian period.

"How young is that?"

"I heard...he's only this big."

The hostess of the banquet said a number in a serious tone.

As soon as the words fell, this small space fell into a brief silence. These wealthy ladies who were used to seeing outstanding men also felt that it was not real.

"This...ah, it would be great if my family could have an adopted son like this to inherit the family business."

A rich woman couldn't help but sigh.

He hasn't even started high school yet? It turns out there really are such geniuses in the world... Yukinoshita's mother's heart was also filled with countless emotions. At this age, isn't he about the same age as Kiyono-kun...?

Uh, uh?

She suddenly realized something.

*

In a house with a half-open paper door, a beauty in kimono is kneeling on the tatami, holding a book in her hand. The cover is made of blue and black. Although there is no pattern, such a simple combination creates a sense of depth. It can be seen that it is definitely the work of a master. The font of the book title is just right. There is no doubt that this is a profound work that has won the Akutagawa Prize.

Just today, she spent most of the day reading this book. It is worthy of being a work praised by the media and the literary world. The elegant writing style, the detailed psychological description, and the subtle touch of emotion are like a pot of clear sake that leaves people with endless aftertaste.

If this was a work created by a middle-aged writer, she might be able to rank it in the top three of respected and favorite works, but when she thinks of the person who wrote it...how should this relationship be calculated?

There was a clear spring flowing in front of her and the empty mountain was quiet, but her heart was far from being so comfortable and peaceful.

Mother Yukinoshita carefully placed the book on the low table, pressed her forehead with one hand, and her mind couldn't help but flash back to the information she had read in the past two days -

The initial print run of 30,000 copies sold out in just half a month, leading to a second printing. Even the media used the exaggerated headline: "[The fastest story in history] The imperial genius boy builds a 'literary empire'!"

At first glance, this sales volume is similar to that of a popular new light novel, but the sales of physical literature have long been increasingly bleak under the impact of the Internet and the times. Apart from those classic works, the income from ordinary Akutagawa Prize-winning works is far less than that of some light novel writers.

However, becoming famous in literature requires time to develop and is even closely related to the overall social atmosphere. However, Qingye directly broke this rule and reached the upper limit.

Once it shows signs of becoming a social phenomenon, overseas printing copyright fees, film and television fees... it will truly gain both fame and fortune, and both social status and financial gains will far exceed those of light novel writers.

In fact, the two cannot be compared.

She couldn't help but take out the paper fan next to the tatami and tapped her palms with it. She felt a little dazed for a moment.

Is wandering the streets really the way to train a person? Apart from this reason, she really couldn't imagine where Qingye had developed his writing skills and experience.

Qingye achieved this at the age of fifteen...what about the future?

The youngest great writer in history is the...adopted son of the Yukinoshita family?

I hope those old-fashioned people in the literary world won’t scold them to death.

The person in charge of the Yukinoshita family is in a sweet dilemma.

At this moment, two footsteps sounded from outside the corridor, one cheerful and playful, the other calm and steady.

"Mom, we are here." Yang Nai sat opposite his mother, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, his smile three times brighter than usual, as if he had found some support.