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

After washing before going to bed.

Sora lay on Wutong, burying himself in the opponent's arms and pretending to be pitiful. His braids were loose, and his long curly golden hair fell to his side, floating around with the wind blowing in, tickling his skin. Very.

Wutong likes Kong's hair very much. It is fluffy and soft, like rice under the sun. It is full of vitality and warmth. It is the color of hope and satisfaction.

"Next time, don't just dry your hair randomly and then run out without blowing it or combing it. Then you'll get upset about the knots and you'll have to catch me again and ask me to coax you." Wutong said, patiently going Separate the other person's tangled hair, and use your fingers to help take care of it. To prevent Sora from waking up from sleep, he would sit on a chair and comb his hair alone, which would not only cause pain but also make him angry. Then I started fighting with myself while combing my hair, and in a fit of rage I took scissors and cut it all off.

Kong, who was very happy to be a hands-off shopkeeper, blew his bangs on his forehead. Without agreeing directly, he leaned forward to kiss her, but his head was tilted away.

And because the two were sitting face to face and hugging each other, the kiss naturally fell on Wutong's chin. After biting lightly, leaving a faint tooth mark, Kong picked up Wutong's hair that was scattered on his back.

"Can Ah Yu know how to tie his hair?" According to the tricks in his memory that he used to wink people on the streets of Liyue, Kong picked up the pen on the table and used it as a hairpin. However, seeing it and learning it are completely different things. The eyes say it's okay and can be practiced, but the hands and brain curse at the same time to get out. After struggling for a long time, I almost got the person's hair tangled but still couldn't succeed. I finally gave up and put the pen back in frustration. I leaned my head on the other person's shoulder, curled up the ends of the hair with my fingers and started to play with it.

Feeling those small movements, Wutong knew that the other party's energy was strong again, and Kong was now calling Wutong and sometimes Ah Yu. He always felt like he had honey in his mouth, sticky and tight, but he still had to answer, after all, Wutong Regardless of Ah Yu, it was her anyway: "No, before... my mother gave me a hairpin in the shape of a sycamore flower. I learned it for a while, but I didn't learn it, so I never tried it again."

Kong pricked up his ears: "Ayu's mother?"

"Well, if you're curious, I can draw it for you another day, but it's nothing special. Her and I have almost the same facial features." Wutong is the child of Jin and Zhejiang, and her physical appearance is partly that of Jin. Her mother is from Hangzhou, Zhejiang. My mother’s eyebrows and eyebrows are just like Mr. Zhe’s, so naturally she also looks like him.

Kong raised his hand to touch Wutong's eyes. The other party was not annoyed and only trembled when he touched his eyelashes: "They are very beautiful, um... Are your mother's eyes also golden?"

"No, she's a warm brown, like..."

Just like in the winter, holding hot milk tea, warming yourself by the fire and watching the color of snow falling outside the window.

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My mother has a pair of watery peach blossom eyes, a naturally raised smiling lip, and a beauty mark on the lower left side. She likes to perm her long hair into big waves.

She has a romantic and free temperament, is outgoing and lively, and loves painting or taking photos. She is the youngest child in the family. There is only one elder brother who is serious about his words, but fortunately my grandmother and grandfather are not the type who favor boys over girls. When the eldest son is studying, they do not forget to neglect the younger daughter's homework.

After Wutong was admitted to college, he went to Hangzhou to meet his uncle. Although he had a gentle appearance, he looked like he was not easy to mess with. It was probably because of the pair of glasses that he looked distant. Although according to my grandmother, when she was a child, her uncle would scare her to tears when he hugged her. Her sister was busy here and there and didn’t know what she was doing, but she would not rush over to comfort the child. The two of them just cried like this, one with a sullen face, the other crying hard, and the other continued to cry as if facing a powerful enemy.

It's simply a vicious cycle.

But later on, at certain times, my uncle would take off his glasses in front of the mirror, look at them for a long time, and then put them on again. And since then, whether as a child or as an adult, my uncle would take off his glasses every time he saw her.

Speaking of the separation between mother and father, there is actually no reason why they are so heartbroken that they have no contact with each other. There is no cliché about who is cheating on the other, nor is there domestic violence against the other, it’s just that we can’t live a good life.

Neither of them can give the other the life they want, and they both feel that separation is the best choice.

There is no expectation or passion for the future, only fatigue.

When she was in junior high school, the two obtained a divorce certificate, and after that, neither of them remarried. They love her very much and are very attentive to her raising, both spiritually and materially. Almost every day, her mother who is far away in Nanjing will send messages of concern and greetings to her, and her father will also take time to buy her when he is busy at work. Come back with a cake for her birthday.

They would detail everything about her food, clothing, and grades, but on rare occasions they would mention the other person's name or ask about the other person's affairs. Even if her grades in school dropped, she wouldn't complain about the other person's upbringing. He would just comfort her, urge her, and tell her to study hard and not slack off. If she wanted to enroll in a tutoring class, just go.

One no longer looks north, and the other no longer takes a step south.

They really love her, but she really can't keep them. The family reunion she wanted would make both her father and mother unhappy. She wanted them both to be happy, so.

Wutong put down his pen, looked up at the mirror, and then at the drawing paper.

The woman above is holding flowers and smiling brightly.

The wind blew up the curtains that were nearly touching the floor, and the sunlight filtered through the wide and narrow gaps, shining on her legs and arms, like a gentle caress, the paint pad in her hand, the bucket and paintbrush at her feet, Everything felt eerily familiar.

Wutong felt a pang in her heart, remembering that a long time ago, when she was young, she would sit next to her mother's chair, using crayons to use her strong imagination in a small book, while her mother would draw and color on a huge white paper. Then he would take a pen tip dipped in water and tap her nose or between her eyebrows. She sat with her legs crossed and rocked back and forth happily.

My father would open the door, hold the grapes that my mother loved to eat, and compliment her on how beautiful the painting was. Then he would put his dirty hand on her neck and ride a big horse, and the two of them would become colorful together.

"Did you finish the painting?" Sora approached.

Wutong retracted his drifting thoughts and nodded.

Kong took away the tools from Wutong's hand and prepared to wash them. He looked at the person on the drawing paper and said, "Auntie is very beautiful."

"Haha, of course, I have always believed in my father's vision." Wutong chuckled.

Perhaps influenced by his mother, his father's aesthetic level is extremely high.

When she went to the store to buy lipstick for the first time as an adult, other girls would be accompanied by their boyfriends or brothers, but her first lipstick was accompanied by her father and helped her choose it.

At that time, my father was so preoccupied with his work that he didn’t know about the well-known brands and trendy colors introduced by the shopping guide, such as Dior Charm, Yves Saint Laurent, Rose Oxblood Rotten Tomatoes... It went in one ear and out the other. It was just a word. He took the color card and selected several, then tried the color of each one on his arm, and finally picked out one and threw it to her for her to try.

As expected, it suits her very well.

"Empty." When Wutong took off the drawing paper, he suddenly called out to the person who was about to leave.

There was a bucket and a plate in his left hand, and an empty pen in his right hand. After hearing this, he stopped and turned around.

She remembered that every time her father went to help her mother wash her painting tools, her mother would kiss him on the cheek.

Therefore, Wutong decided to follow suit.