Genshin Impact: The wind blowing back to the starting point

Standing on the mountain again, overlooking the tower, Wendy had an unreal feeling.

Not long ago, he was drinking with Zhongli, and now he was back to planning the great task of founding the country 2,600 years ago.

If there was a pot of wine, he really wanted to sit here and sigh, but unfortunately there was no time for him to stop at the moment. He had to be busy finding the place in the painting.

After flying with wings spread for a long time, Wendy finally found the place where their portraits were.

He retracted his wings, tiredly found a dry stone, and sat down to rest. Flying like this really consumed his energy, but it was impossible to support himself with elemental power all the time.

It seemed that he really had to make a harp quickly and summon Tevalin.

"Huh? Young man, it's very cold sitting here." An old man's voice sounded. Wendy turned her head and saw an old man who was unable to stand upright under the weight of firewood.

"If you don't mind, come and sit at my house."

The sudden invitation from the old man caught Wendy a little off guard. He had always known that the people of Mondstadt were hospitable, but it didn't seem good to be so hospitable that they would just take them home without distinguishing between friend and foe.

So Wendy smiled and spread her hands and asked: "Master, aren't you afraid that I am a bad person?"

The uncle smiled and waved his hand: "I am an old man. Even if you are a bad guy, I have no interests for you to gain."

Wendy chuckled, shook her head, and looked quietly at the tower in the distance.

Normally, he might have followed the uncle home, but today he was still busy looking for the village chief's hometown.

However, the uncle did not let it go. He put down the heavy firewood on his body, walked to sit next to Wendy and said: "Young man, there are no obstacles in life that you can't overcome. If you are not happy in life, just be patient and wait until things turn around." .”

"Ah?" Wendy looked at the uncle doubtfully.

But soon Wendy realized that maybe the way she was sitting here made the uncle misunderstand him and thought he wanted to commit suicide.

So Wendy quickly smiled and said: "Uncle, what I am best at is overcoming these obstacles. Don't worry, I just sit here and look at the scenery. I don't do anything."

Although Wendy said this, the uncle was still worried. He pointed to the foot of the mountain: "My home is not far down there. You might as well go down with me and have a cup of hot tea."

Seeing that the uncle was so persistent, Wendy couldn't refuse. She happened to be very tired after flying all night, so it was good to take a rest like this.

So Wendy agreed to the uncle, took the initiative to carry the uncle's firewood, and walked down the mountain with the uncle.

The place where Daye lives is also a village, but unlike the previous village, it is filled with the atmosphere of life.

Before Wendy entered the village, she heard the sounds of children playing and saw the smoke rising from the roof, telling everyone that it was breakfast time.

Such vitality put Wendy in a good mood, and her stomach even growled.

Maybe the uncle heard it. As soon as he got home, before Wendy put down the firewood, the uncle dug out fresh apples to entertain Wendy.

Seeing Apple's Wendy, the previous fatigue was immediately swept away.

Thinking that this place was close to the painting place, Wendy asked the uncle while chewing an apple: "Uncle, is there anyone in our village who is good at painting?"

After listening to Wendy's words, the uncle slapped his thigh fiercely and said to Wendy with a proud face: "There is one in this village!"

Seeing the clue, Wendy immediately became interested and hurriedly asked questions about the painter.

However, the man who was explaining the painting had a look of melancholy on his face. He took a sip of hot tea and slowly began to talk:

The man who painted was originally a genius in the village, and the paintings he made could be said to be lifelike and lifelike.

At that time, people in the village would go to him whenever something happened at home, whether it was a happy event or a portrait of the deceased.

At that time, he was at the height of his popularity and was almost like a treasure in the village.

However, even if he is a genius, he is still an ordinary person who needs to socialize. However, the temperament of a genius is always a bit strange, so when he was young, he was once isolated from the children in the village.

But while all the kids called him a freak, one kid extended a hand of friendship to him.

That child is also a genius, but unlike the painter, he is good at music and has a very outgoing personality, and can easily mingle with the people in the village.

As a result, the musician and the painter became very good friends. Also driven by the musician, the painter gradually integrated into the group and used his words to prove his excellence to the villagers.

The musician did not alienate him because he became the treasure of the village. On the contrary, their relationship gradually became closer, like brothers.

Perhaps it was precisely because of such a deep friendship that after the musician left the village, the painter became depressed and gave up painting.

And the mind that was originally open was closed again.

Hearing this, Wendy probably had a guess about the identity of the musician, so she continued to ask: "Then why did the musician leave the village?"

The old man shook his head and sighed softly: "I don't know the specific details, but I heard that it may be related to his deceased wife."

Wendy immediately asked about the cause of his wife's death, but the old man just shook his hand, indicating that he did not know. He only knew that before his wife passed away, he had sought medical treatment everywhere.

The old man still feels heartbroken when he thinks of the musician's helpless look.

Wendy nodded. It seemed that he needed to meet the painter for a while. After asking about the painter's residence, Wendy left with two apples in his pocket as payment for moving firewood.

The painter has a strange temper and likes to be in quiet places, so he does not live in the village.

So much so that Wendy left the village and walked in the snow for a long time before she saw a house.

The exterior of the house was dyed in colors and stood out in the snow. It looked quite artistic.

Wendy stood outside the house admiring it for a long time and couldn't help but admire it. She even wanted to paint Mond's house in this color in the future.

His movement provoked the people in the house to open the door. Standing in front of them now was a man with long brown hair braided and wearing gray clothes.

He looked very haggard, but his eyes were slightly sullen, as if Wendy had disturbed him.

Wendy immediately raised her hands and said very apologetically: "I'm sorry! I just saw that your house is very interesting, and I couldn't help but want to see more. I didn't expect to disturb you."

"If you just appreciate it, you don't have to say anything." The man looked at Wendy angrily.

"Hey...hey?" Wendy was a little embarrassed, then he pretended to cough twice, walked into the man and extended his right hand: "Hello, my name is Barbatos, please make friends."

As soon as she finished speaking, the door was slammed hard, and the loud closing sound shocked Wendy all over.

"Hey! Let's talk. I'm here with something you care about! Although it's very abrupt, give me a chance!" Wendy persuaded patiently.

However, the door did not open, but there was a loud bang, as if he had smashed something on the door.

The loud noise made Wendy tremble again.

Looking at the closed door, Wendy felt that the good temper she had spent 2,600 years cultivating in her life was about to be worn away by this period of time.

He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth: "They are really a pair of good friends. They are both so rude. One smashes people and the other smashes doors. It's a match made in heaven!"

At this time, the door opened again, and the man in front of him looked at Wendy with a frown: "What are you talking about, friends?"

At this moment, Wendy immediately changed into a friendly and friendly look, stretched out her hand and said to the man in front of her: "Hello, my name is Barbatos. I will tell you what you want to know. Now let's make friends first."