Genshin Impact: Teyvat Travel Guide

The eloquent Yu Zhiwei coaxed the inexperienced children into confusion with just a few words. In just half a day, her stall became a popular place for children to visit.

Kawei couldn't stand her deception, so he couldn't help but go up and say, "How could those things she mentioned be in the paintings! If you were really deceived into buying some inferior works, you would really--"

He inadvertently lowered his head and got stuck.

Yu Zhiwei looked at him with a half-smile.

"Three hundred molars for a painting, isn't it expensive?" Yu Zhiwei said, "Three hundred molars is only enough to buy an onion. I think that even if I sell these paintings as scraps, they will still be worth it to the buyer no matter what." Returning the price, right?”

……indeed.

What made Kawika shell-shocked was not just the price of the painting he had just spotted.

There is also a bow...that harmonious and clever color.

That's not even the "inferior work" he just said. If it were packaged, it could even be exaggerated into a "young work of art."

He said: "...I'm sorry, Miss Yu Zhiwei."

I didn’t expect that she was really doing conscientious business.

Yu Zhiwei sighed: "It's okay, I did lie to people anyway. If I had known that there would be righteous people like you who would see injustice on the road, I would have set up a stall in a more remote place."

This statement made Kawei a little confused. He asked: "The quality of these paintings is very good, why do you want to sell them at a low price? If you set the price high and turn the target buyer into a rich person..."

"You take it too much for granted, Mr. Scholar." Yu Zhiwei sighed sadly, "Look at what Xumi is like now. Everyone respects academics, and the value of art has become worthless. Also, if you sell paintings If the price is set high, I may not be able to raise enough money at once.”

"...raise money?"

"It's not because of Yu Xiwei." Yu Zhiwei said, "I choked on dirty water when I was playing with some children, and I got sick all the time. I'm still not fully recovered yet."

"Yu Xiwei?"

"Ah, my sister." Yu Zhiwei thought of this and sighed: "A hapless person who doesn't know the heights of the world."

Kawei had heard about it before, so he asked tentatively: "Are you sick?"

Yu Zhiwei stood up and started packing away the unsold paintings. Hearing this, he nodded: "Yes, he is very ill and is clamoring for his parents."

"So you are selling paintings here now..."

Yu Zhiwei raised his eyes to look at him and said helplessly: "Life is so hard, Xiwei is like a poor little lamb and dies without paying attention. It really distresses me."

Kawei couldn't say anything. The situation was in front of him, and even comfort seemed too superficial.

Yu Zhiwei was not so sentimental. She took a look at the sky and said hurriedly: "It's getting late, I have to leave, and I have to go back to make medicine for Yu Xiwei."

Seeing that she was about to leave in a hurry, Kawei called out to her again:

"Um...Miss Yu Zhiwei, I'm sorry, I misunderstood you before." Kawei is a very empathetic person. The paintings Yu Zhiwei sells are not bad, and they only cost three hundred molas -

Who would sell art at such a low price without hesitation if they were not in desperate need of money?

He needs to apologize for his behavior.

She was completely different from the cold look that Kawi had seen at the Zubair Theater before. Kawi thought about it and said, "If you sell these paintings, I will take them all."

Yu Zhiwei's eyes lit up.

She said tolerantly: "It's okay. If you really feel guilty, just don't talk to me at the Zubair Theater, and don't expose me again."

Kawei was stunned for a moment.

"...explode?"

Yu Zhiwei looked sideways and said while wrapping Kawei's paintings: "Don't you see it? I don't really like dancing."

Kawei: "..."

Thinking of passers-by's comments about her, Kawei said with complicated emotions: "But your level is only lower than Nilu."

Even if you don’t like it, you can still dance so well...

"Isn't that because I have to work hard?" Yu Zhiwei raised his eyebrows, amused, "If I don't work hard to be appreciated by the boss and favored by the audience, what does the troupe want me to do? Be a mascot?"

"Then I heard before that you have been persistently begging for a long time..."

"Who would have thought that the person in charge of the troupe is an idealist?" Yu Zhiwei shrugged, "He said that if he didn't love dancing, people like me would have a better place to go."

She was so frightened that she was afraid that she would be eliminated during those days, so she practiced dancing and smiling all day long, and finally convinced the person in charge of how much she loved it.

"The location of the Zubair Theater is one of the best in Sumeru. If the dancers dance well, they will be rewarded no matter how much. The income is very considerable... Of course I have to find a way to get this job."

She looked at Kawei and said seriously: "And last time you asked me directly in front of the whole theater. In order to show that I absolutely and truly love dancing, I can't be nice to you."

Kawei: "..."

The look of him being shocked by the huge impact was so funny that Yu Zhiwei couldn't hold it back.

"Is it so difficult to understand?" she said. "I even said such nonsense as 'Dance is the beacon of my life'. Of course I can't be nice to you, the person who raised the question, right?"

This question made Kavi choke.

...It made so much sense that he couldn't refute it.

Yu Zhiwei finished cleaning up the paintings on the floor. She bent down and picked up part of the painting with difficulty. Kawei felt guilty and helped her pick up the rest, and received a look of affirmation saying "You are very smart."

Kawei helped her, and after seeing so many paintings, he was a little curious: "Miss Yu Zhiwei, haven't you ever thought about other ways of making a living?"

"As you can see, I'm so short of money." Yu Zhiwei said in a brisk tone, "If I didn't work hard, maybe even my coffin would have to be a size that can be held in the palm of my hand. As for other things, A living? Maybe, but I’m busy enough right now.”

Kawei even thought about what kind of coffin he could hold in his hands, until he realized it after a moment...

“Isn’t that an urn?!!”

The other person turned to look at him with a look of surprise on his face: "What are you talking about? Can't I keep something very important to me? That box is a literal tomb."

Kawei was completely led astray by her: "What will happen to your body then?"

Yu Zhiwei: "If your health is bad, just wait to die. You will get old anyway, and you will have a lot of diseases when you are old. You will have to die when you are sick. If I die, I will not even be conscious. Even if I am thrown on the street, I will not be afraid. I."

"What's more... I can't even afford a coffin. Where will I get the money for a cremation?"

This view of life and death was truly novel, and Kawei was amazed.

"Oh, by the way, are these paintings going to be sent to your home?" The black-haired girl suddenly turned around, "You are dressed like this...are you a student of the Order Academy? What school of thought?"

"It's from the Miaolun sect." Kawei replied subconsciously, "I don't need to trouble you about the painting. I'll just ask a few friends to help me move it later."

"Miao Lun sect? Then you must be good at building houses."

"Uh... I'm still a student, so I haven't received any orders yet." Kawei tilted his head shyly.

"You will definitely succeed, Mr. Scholar." Yu Zhiwei did not hesitate to give some sincere blessings to the boss who bought the painting. Obviously, these words also benefited the scholar in front of him.

"Kavi, just call me Kavi," he said.

"Mr. Kawei." Yu Zhiwei chuckled, "Then that's it, goodbye."