【Original God】I am looking for the flesh and blood of love in time and space

The girl followed the bard and sang in the city of Mondstadt.

To be precise, it was Wendy who was singing, she just had to sit in a conspicuous place.

Why, take yourself with you? Is it because he is afraid that she from Solstice will harm Mondstadt, so he keeps a close eye on him? That won't work, she probably can't stop here, her heart won't just run in front of her for no reason.

As she thought that, she was entranced by the bard's voice.

When she came to her senses, a large group of people were already standing around her.

...seems to be looking at her?

Yes, just looking at her.

There were only five or six bottles of cider at Wendy's feet, but beside her bench, there were countless.

...She seemed to understand again.

Does Fengshen not consider doing serious things at all?

"Hey~"

The boy suddenly appeared in front of her, and she was used to the boy's wind-like style.

“I have gained a lot recently~”

Wendy looked very happy: "I decided to take you to celebrate."

The girl stared at the boy: "Are you going to drink somewhere else?"

"Eh-" Wendy immediately became pitiful, "Am I actually like this in the eyes of Snow's children?"

Some wind gods have pitiful faces, but in fact, a wind field has already appeared under their feet, and they hold the girl in their arms and reach the top of the big tree where the wind rises.

The girl gently hooked Wendy's shoulders - actually this is a bit redundant action, but it can provide a little sense of security to the girl with her feet off the ground.

"I should get a license to use the Wings of Wind," the girl said a little distressed, "otherwise I would have to be held by you every time you wanted to take off."

"Do you dislike me?" Wendy's tone was a bit coquettish, "I hold you firmly every time!"

"It's not a matter of stability..."

"What's the question?"

The girl was at a loss for words. Wendy had already recognized the girl's tendency to keep silent because she couldn't express what she wanted to say. So they argued and he always had the upper hand.

Wendy snorted a little proudly, looking in a good mood:

"Close your eyes, child of snow."

Although the girl was confused, she was obedient.

He wasn't going to suddenly pour cider on her...

Right?

The warm and soft wind was approaching her, and a faint aroma penetrated into her nose, along with the smell of apple cider.

"Like it?"

The girl didn't react for a moment, she just touched her collar blankly——

It's a Cecilia flower.

He made a Cecilia flower into a lapel and clipped it to her collar.

"..."

She caressed the Cecilia flower blankly, and the soft touch of the petals was the same as that day.

"Hey."

The boy's playful eyebrows widened in front of her eyes, as if the breeze from the whole world was rushing towards her - and the throbbing became vivid at this moment.

only……

She touched the Cecilia flower regretfully:

"It will wither."

"No," Wendy showed her the Cecilia flower on her hat, "it will always be with you."

The girl felt the strong wind element on the flowers. According to common sense, such a strong element would be somewhat aggressive. However, unexpectedly, the girl did not dislike it. Instead, she lowered her eyes and carefully felt the wind coming from Wendy. breath.

"Is it a reward?"

"Eh-?" Wendy's eyes widened in disbelief, but the girl thought he didn't react: "Is it the reward for the cider I've made for you these days?"

"No!" There was a flash of anger on Wendy's face, which was immediately replaced by his pitiful expression, "It's a gift, a gift!"

"These are flowers picked for you by the world's greatest bard!"

The girl was stunned, and an imperceptible smile bloomed at the corner of her mouth.

"Okay, gift."

It was the first gift, and she remembered it.

The girl had no clue about "heart", so she and Wendy went to Mondstadt every day to sing. When one day she didn't want to go, she would sit on the big tree in the wind and sit there all day long. It was as if Wendy was writing a new poem, about herself.

It was a sweet, slimy poem, and in the young man's voice, she felt like she had fallen into cider.

So she said:

"I'm going to take a sip."

"Eh? Cider?"

Wendy blinked, put down the wine bottle in her hand and wanted to get a new bottle, when she saw the girl picked up the bottle she had just drank and poured it into her mouth.

It was sweet, a little spicy, and had the aroma of apples. She didn't know if the boy drank too much, but she always felt that the wine also had the taste of a boy.

She couldn't tell whether the boy smelled like wine or the wine smelled like a boy.

She smashed it in her mouth, then raised the bottle and took a sip.

"It tastes really good...are you drunk?"

The girl looked at Wendy, only to find that the tips of his ears were red, all the way to his neck, which made people wonder if putting him in cider would make the wine sweeter.

"I..." Wendy tried to find her voice, feeling confused inside.

Should this behavior be discouraged, or should we educate?

From his current selfishness, he doesn't want to.

But it was because he discovered that he had this selfish intention that he became even more at a loss.

"Snow's child..." Wendy sighed, "How can you drink from the same bottle of wine with others?"

The girl blinked: "Wendy is not someone else."

"Wendy was the first person to give me a gift."

And in essence, he is just a wind elf who has become a god; she herself is just a puppet.

Wendy looked at her silently, and the girl also looked at Wendy curiously.

Come on, quiet Wendy's are really rare.

"My dear, child of the snow," Wendy said slowly, "Want to see the bard's side job?"

Wendy stretched out his hand towards the girl under the moonlight, the gentle wind flowed around his body, and his two small braids hanging down glowed green.

The girl put her hand on it, and the next second she was in a "beautiful" space.

There are meadows, windmills, dandelions, and large expanses of cecilia flowers. The end of the grassland is not the blue sky, but the starry sky where navy and aurora-like green are intertwined with wind elements.

And Wendy, or rather Master Fengshen, had stood beside her at some point. She was no longer wearing the green clothes, but a set of pure white silk. The boy's skin was almost whiter than the clothes on his body. .

Even more eye-catching are the wings behind him.

The white feathers trembled in the wind, as if they would transform into pure white crystal butterflies and flutter away in the next moment.

It's a divine outfit.

"Child of Snow," Wendy pulled off the hat of the magical costume, "My name is Barbatos~"

The girl nodded: "I know."

Hearing this, Wendy's initially sly eyes suddenly softened, and she said coquettishly, "What? There's no surprise at all."

"Don't you look good? It's snowy, sister?"

Wendy swung her big wings and spun around in front of her eyes.

Damn it, he probably knows that he is cute and voodoo.

Then a face calling her sister would make even a heartless doll pause for a moment.

"I know, but it's a surprise."

"I'm very surprised that Barbatos would take the initiative to tell me, um... the divine costume, and I'm also very surprised."

The girl was not good at expressing herself, but she was surprisingly honest and did not hide her curiosity about the magical costume: "Can I touch it?"

Wendy's huge wings trembled: "Where to touch?"

The girl's dark blue eyes just stared at Wendy, blinking from time to time, and her whole person revealed an innocent temperament.

At this time, Wendy discovered that the girl's eyes were no longer so similar to those of Zhidong.

Although they still have dark blue eyes, the pair in front of him are not empty, with the agility and affection that a girl should have.

She does look a bit like her in the past.

These days, he often thinks about why the one from Solstice created her and then sent her to Mondstadt to come to him.

Could it be... is it a legendary beauty trap?

However, he could feel that she was free. Although the one who made her made her, he left no trace on her. She is a completely blank piece of paper, a snowfield where no one travels in the early morning after a snowstorm.

And he is leaving his first traces.

He was confused by his own thoughts, his eyes met the girl's, and he felt a little guilty.

"Eh?" The girl imitated Wendy's tone, "Can it be done? Can it be done?"

Wendy sighed and opened her arms and wings: "Okay, Snow's child is also the favorite of the God of Wind."

The girl's eyes have long been attracted by the pair of wings. Perhaps because she and her mother are both covered in white, she always has a favorable impression of white things.

The girl touched the pair of wings with her pink fingers.

The soft and fine feathers were thicker and softer than she imagined. She slowly tightened her palms and felt the warmth under the feathers.

She inserted a finger into the feather, digging in one or two knuckles before she felt the flexible frame and the warm soft flesh.

Comfortable, like it.

This feeling was too novel, so she had no intention of stopping, even though the wings under her hands were trembling slightly.

"Will it feel uncomfortable?"

Although the girl asked, she couldn't bear to stop the movements of her hands.

When she gets back, can she ask her mother for a pair of wings?

Wendy lowered her eyes.

It was itchy and had a strange feeling.

"That's too much, child of snow," Wendy spread her hands, revealing some scenery that was not there before, "I'm like this, are you still just touching those wings that are all feathers?"

The girl was a little confused again, so she turned her attention to Barbatos.

The divine costume at this time, well... fits the image of angels in the Bible (boots to pass the trial).

Although the boy usually looks thin, he has the lines that belong to a man, like a work of art carefully carved by the wind. In addition to the sense of strength, he also reveals more delicacy.

The girl let go of her wings and reached out to touch Barbatos' face.

"Eh--?"

Wendy was stunned for a moment, and then the girl's soft and warm lips touched his cheek.

……

!!!

"Barbatos," the girl said calmly, as if she had done nothing just now, but with a strangely guilty look on her face, "I'm sorry."

Wendy finally regained her composure and chuckled: "It's just the wind god's beloved daughter offering a kiss to the god. It's no big deal."

The girl tilted her head in confusion: "So you want to apologize when you kiss your friend?"

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Isn’t that why? ! !