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

Yao rubbed the tree, the traces left by the last argument between the two.

From 1922 to 1991, just sixty-nine years since the birth of this world, what were you thinking when Lithuania broke away, what were you thinking when the Chernobyl nuclear leak occurred, and in the end we parted, you held the knife straight What were you thinking about when you rowed towards me?

"...To this day, people are still shouting your name. But you can't come back."

The snow from the sky began to fall again, falling on Mr. Yao's hair and his shoulders that seemed to be able to carry anything.

When Wutong saw her husband chuckle, he took out a photo from his pocket.

It was already a little yellowed, and there were black footprints, sawdust, broken glass and other messy things on it. The husband flicked it hard with his finger, and it became clean again.

"You should never come back, Ilya. Because I will become stronger, and I will become the confidence and support of the children. No one will let them be humiliated and wronged again. No one."

My North Star that shows the way, you have forgotten.

You forget that while I am your student and your ally, I am also the parent of my children and a close relative.

You forget that under the premise that you think I am Yao, I will always be the national spirit that belongs to the children in my family first.

You forgot that I brought you to Ah Jing to watch the founding ceremony of the People's Republic of China. The child was full of admiration, and you even praised him.

You forgot the wine we drank together, the images we recorded together, the vows we made together, and the future we made.

You forgot how to sing the Internationale.

It's okay, I can sing it to you now.

"Get up, slaves who are hungry and cold. Get up, people who are suffering all over the world. The blood in your heart has boiled, and you have to fight for the truth." Among the countless white birch trees in the vast sky and earth, Wutong heard that his husband was whispering. Singing the Internationale.

His husband always looked at the children with eyes full of love and a smile. She had no sense of reality. The husband who was far away in the world, at this moment, with his tired, unwilling and fragile look, made him fall in front of her and fall into the human world.

Wutong knelt down and saw the old photo. Everyone in it had a beautiful star pinned to his chest.

The handsome Slav on the far left holding the hammer-and-sickle flag is wearing military uniform and looking high-spirited.

In the wind and snow that seemed to be getting stronger silently, Wutong turned his head and looked at the figure who was about to go away. He stood up and took a step forward.

Like a toddler taking steps, he takes small steps at first, then gradually gets bigger, then becomes steady, and then starts running.

She wanted to reach out, she wanted to hug her husband, she wanted to follow him.

His husband was unashamed and persevering, and he had been walking on the road that his children thought was right and loved for decades.

Just like now.

The road is difficult to walk, so you should find a way to walk instead of not walking.

He did it.

How could she feel that her husband was an indescribable thing in her heart, a bright moon far in the sky that could only be seen from afar? He is obviously the breeze that accompanies me in every growth process, and the silent spring rain that moistens everything.

He was born among the children he loved, so he would return there without hesitation.

When I finally tried my best to touch the hands hanging by my legs, I thought it would be a futile effort without any real feeling. But Wutong held it, with a layer of calluses, warm and thick.

Yao also subconsciously turned around and widened his eyes.

Like the turbulent waves hitting the rocks and calming down, or the sandstorm calming down in the hot and dangerous desert, a shot fired by the past self passed through the long years and hit the heart impartially. The winter snow that I endured never left, and every spring that I lived in never came back. Then the lovesickness accumulated so much that it was difficult to return, and the long-term illness was difficult to cure.

The dead wood meets the new spring, and the only reason to blame is that the enlightenment came too late.

What arrived earlier than the words that were about to blurt out was a delayed tear that fell down.

wake up.

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"Cough..." With a sore throat and a headache due to lack of water, Wutong rubbed the edge of the bed in the dark room, wanting to get a glass of water to drink. Without even thinking about it, she definitely looked like a female ghost now, with messy hair, flaky lips, and she just touched her face, which was still a little wet, and she cried again.

"What are you looking for?"

Startled by the sudden sound, Wutong froze. After realizing that it was Kong's voice, he answered Shui hoarsely.

Without any unnecessary words, after the pattering footsteps, I heard the sound of water being poured into the cup.

Wutong was somewhat night blind. After turning off the lights and drawing the curtains, he could not see his fingers when he stretched out his hand. It would take at least a while before he could recover.

So after Kong handed over the water, Wutong was touching randomly like a blind man touching an elephant. The other person was speechless, grabbed the other person's hand, and pushed the cup over.

Listening to his fingers tapping on the table, before Kong could question him first, Wutong drank the water, held the empty cup, and said consciously: "I'm sorry... At that time, I heard that the original contract was very familiar, so I tried to forcefully recall it, but accidentally fainted."

"Yeah." He was not blind, he could tell.

Sora responded calmly.

It can also be said that there have been no ups and downs since he asked what he was looking for.

silence.

Wutong instinctively felt that the current atmosphere was really strange. After hesitation, he said, "How is Paimon?"

"..."

Just when Wutong was about to change the topic, Kong answered her: "I was worried for a while. After Bai Zhu said that you fell asleep due to brain fatigue, I just relaxed, ate, drank and rested."

Atractylodes?

"You...went to see Mr. Bai? Where is Zhongli? Is Lao Dai's commission okay?" Wutong blinked, a little surprised. Wasn't Zhongli present at that time? Mr. Zhongli can also see it.

"..."

"null?"

There was no answer, and the sound of tapping fingers stopped. The next second, the cup Wutong held in his hand was taken away. There was a rustling sound, and the large piece of mattress in front of him sank. Because of night blindness and the unknown darkness in his vision, Wutong braced himself to retreat.

"Where are you going?" His tone was even colder than before, and he grabbed the ankle tied with a safety lock that he couldn't help but avoid.

Wutong froze and lowered her eyelashes. She knew now that Kong was definitely angry, but at the moment, she hadn't figured out what the other person was angry about, so she could only smooth her hair, relax her body, and respond. Not a word.

Well, now that he is pretending to be good again, Kong looks at the submissive person in front of him and almost laughs in anger.

After asking about Paimon, after asking about Zhongli, what else do you want to ask? Asking and asking, he is right in front of you, why not ask about him? He was also very panicked and worried, and he stayed here without leaving.

Too much.

He really cares about Wutong, and he really likes Wutong.

But he didn't know anything. He didn't know why people who were fine a second ago suddenly fainted, and people who were smiling a second ago suddenly cried so sadly.

I'm right here, Wutong, can't you feel me?