Genshin Impact: We have to find a way to abduct people.

half an hour.

"Mr. Zhongli." Kong said calmly with a sullen face, holding the limp body in his arms.

"It's okay. I just fell asleep." Then he sighed, and Zhongli rarely felt that he was really tired today: "She has always had such a temper, and she was too anxious, plus she had an overly doting adult. However, like this Come on, something like this shouldn’t happen again.”

The rock mark on Wutong's neck, which was conspicuous at the beginning, has now become completely hidden. If you don't look closely, you will not notice it at all. After weighing the person up, Kong lowered his eyes and rubbed them without leaving a trace.

Zhongli continued: "There are many past events and many secrets on this continent... They have gone through too long and have been forgotten or abandoned. If it were you, you should be able to find and hold them up."

"Witnesses come to witness. Those who remember are born to remember. There may be more difficulties on your way to that person, but as long as you firmly believe that this road leads to the right path, everything will make sense."

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She must be dreaming.

Wutong sat on the ground hugging her knees. In the empty snow, the gray cloth hanging outside fell to the ground. Judging from the touch in her hand, it was a slightly rough linen cloth. Although she was wearing shorts and short sleeves, But I didn't feel cold. I looked up at the bald branches around me. If I recognized the species correctly, it should be a birch tree.

Although she didn't feel cold, it didn't stop her from sniffing uncontrollably. After getting up, she started walking aimlessly in the forest.

Well, I'm sure it was a dream. She couldn't hear any sound or leave any footprints in the snow.

After walking for a long time, just when Wutong felt that he might be embarking on a new version of the Long March in the snow, he suddenly heard a series of footsteps approaching from far away.

Appearing in this unchanging silence must be a very crucial and important person.

Turning around and looking over, it was indeed the case.

A man in a suit and leather shoes, with a brown-black ponytail and a low ponytail, gradually appeared as he walked across the snow. In the hand are sunflowers that are rare to see this season. The flowers do not smell decadent at all, and each one is extremely energetic. Even the purple ribbon tying up the stems at the bottom is made of fine dark-grained satin. Not only were there flowers, there was also an unopened bottle of vodka. Wutong could only recognize the blue letters on the outside of the transparent bottle, and the rest were a few strings of incomprehensible Russian.

Slowly approaching, I found a star pinned to the collar of the shirt next to the visitor's dark red tie. The leather shoes were stained with a little snow, and the steps became smaller and smaller, and finally stopped.

Wutong looked at that familiar side face.

This was the first time she had seen her husband so close, even though she had seen him many times before on TV, on mobile phones, in the news, and in live broadcasts. His majesty is majestic, his sword-shaped eyebrows and star-like eyes are like sparring, plowing, and grinding. He has the arrogance of a thousand years of foundation but also the gentleness of a handsome gentleman.

Just like his name, Yao.

Mr. Yao.

Following his husband's gaze, Wutong probably guessed it, although he had some doubts when he first saw the vast white snow field and the surrounding birch trees standing like cages.

Now, the only one who can bring Mr. Yao to this place with these things is Mr. Yao's former teacher - Mr. Ilya.

But there are no tombstones nearby.

Wutong didn't quite understand and looked around in confusion. She didn't quite understand the national spirit. Would those who had passed away leave their bones behind like humans?

But if you leave nothing behind and just rely on pure memory, will it really not be forgotten?

Mr. Yao just looked up, then approached some nearby trees and reached out to touch them. Then he bent down and put the flowers and wine under a certain tree, took out a cigarette from his pocket, bit it in his mouth, tilted his head, blocked the wind with one hand, and pressed down the lighter with the other.

There was a snap.

In the firelight, the amber-gold eyes shone brightly.

Yao held the cigarette between his fingers, looked at the tree with messy carvings in front of him, and chuckled: "Merry Christmas. I just finished a meeting, so I stopped by to see you."

"..."

When did it happen that there were so many things to talk about, but in the end, there was nothing to talk about together.

Come to think of it, they had chatted happily, they also chatted unhappy, they chatted not nutritiously, they also chatted profoundly and obscurely, they were decadent, inspiring, full of friendship, full of rupture, and full of hope. , leaving only the disappointed ones, the clean ones and the unclean ones...

I've said it, I've scolded it...

It's because in a short period of time, they said everything in one breath, so they will have nothing to say no matter how long it is in the future.

He was relatively speechless during his lifetime, but felt like he was stuck in his throat after his death.

Yao felt that when he came to the grave to see people, he couldn't keep silent all the time, and he had to chat casually, so he simply reported the situation of his heir to the other party: "... Your brother had a fight with Jones, and the old house was half collapsed. Collapse. But you have a lot of inheritance, it’s just one building that collapsed. It’s not a big deal. I’ve seen people with mines at home, it’s not common to have a home in a mine, so please forgive me.”

I was playing with my mobile phone before the meeting today, and I saw what the children at home thought about the three of them saying Merry Christmas to each other a few years ago.

The children said that Mr. Yao's feelings for the other party were actually not as strong as most people thought. After all, the bad things the other party did in the later period were really bad enough, and any one of them would be enough to fill a book. But now, the merits and demerits of the short-lived heroes have been equaled, everyone will die, and I will live with mine. The earth will continue to rotate without anyone.

"..."

Yes, no one can survive without the other.

Yao watched the cigarette butt in his hand burn to the end, and a few pieces of shiny ash fell out. After burning his fingertips, they fell into the white snow.

Just like that man stood in the red firelight, holding the hammer and sickle flag soaring high, looking at him with a pair of eyes that were as bright as dawn in the sky, pulling up the blood-stained man and asking him if he wanted to come with him. To become a practitioner of great ideals.

Like the bright North Star, like his beacon, like the answer he always wanted to show the children.

It's obviously you who brought me to this road, it's obviously you who told me that my tomorrow is your today, but why is it you who abandon our original ideals and think that those who are wrong are right? I started to think about my own way and never looked back.

Your endless flames remind me that not only the rising sun is red, but also the setting sun that is dying.

My teacher, my North Star.

You are so stunning, so profound, so unforgettable.