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

Did he have such an unspeakable temper? Jin raised his hand and looked at the child with his eyes closed tightly, as if I wouldn't recognize him even if you gave me a try, and his head would bleed and he would break your broken wall. Helplessly, he gently touched the other person's head.

Well, as Zhe said, she looks like him.

The dark clothes that remain unchanged from beginning to end. In the old days, he was able to mount a horse and hold a gun steadily. Now he is suffering from long-lasting phantom pain and his vision is always blurry and filthy. He may be able to wait, but thousands of children cannot afford to wait. Foolish Old Man Moves Mountains and Jingwei Reclamation, that’s too hard. How difficult it is to rejuvenate a country, how difficult it is to build a country. If you think about these four words, it is enough to make you cry.

"Mr. Jin, I really like you."

I know that my chest has been filled with your hot feelings.

"Really, I really want to be here with you."

I know that your sincerity has been conveyed to me in full.

"I really like the buildings at home. This is where I studied. There are so many ancient buildings like ours in other places, such as Yongle Palace, Prince Dai's Mansion, Feihong Glazed Pagoda... I really like them when I look at them. I really like them. , I really want to stay at home.”

I know that the seriousness and sincerity in your eyes are shining brightly, and I can't refuse.

Like him? That's him, his arrogant past, his glory that has long been gray in his heart, his black-gold backbone.

For example, if he wants the other person to live a better life and let him leave, he is no taller than his shoulders and has the same temper as a bull. If he wants him to be good, he just doesn't want to leave him.

No one can call me.

Homeland and love are truly magical. It can make Fenshui flow again, make flesh and blood grow again, make the blue sky appear again, and allow children who have left far away to return home. Over the course of thousands of years, he has learned to be friends with long time. It has long been clear that some things can be washed away over time, while some are destined to be remembered forever, just like stories, some can be told and told, and some are born to be their own and cannot be forgotten. Being shared cannot be told.

It's really amazing.

Even though he covered it tightly with his hands, there were still people trying to peep out of it. It was not a treasure. Did they really think that there would be a vine rose peeking out of it? It's just a story that only resonates with him. Therefore, even if he lets go of his hands, it really means nothing to others. Maybe he will just let it go? Maybe there is a doubt, like the black gravel leaking from the cracks in the palms, success and failure are here, sorrow and joy are here, and they remain here. Only he knows that in this long, long life, he has seen it, he has had it, and he has been relieved.

It's really amazing.

One day, when they see his empty palms, some people will look at him intently, some will nod and chuckle, and some will sincerely praise: Yes, I saw it, it was very brilliant, very prosperous, with swords and swords and shadows chanting poems, beautiful women. Talented generals and prime ministers. Like a rare treasure.

Jin felt the warmth on the back of his hand and chuckled: "I know."

I always knew.

But knowing is one thing, admitting it is another.

Qingwu noticed that her husband seemed to be in a good mood, so he asked her to continue to the south without saying anything. She was secretly happy in her heart, thinking that now that she could go back one day, she would have many reasons to convince her old-fashioned father, and she was beaming with joy.

Jin only needed to glance at it to know what was going on in the other person's head. Like a scheming businessman, Jin smiled and said: "Xi'an is not bad, just stay in Xi'an. I will talk to Lao Qin when I go back this time." .”

"...?! You can't do this!"

"Ah."

Finally, under Yu Qingwu's very condemning gaze, Jin followed the direction he pointed, got up and went to Bubu Lu to get medicine for his bruise. For this reason, the prayer beads that he always kept with him were specially detained. The reason given was that they were afraid that he would turn around and leave without saying a word.

After getting the medicine and returning, the two looked at each other wordlessly for a long time. Jin was waiting for Qingwu to take off his coat and see if there were any broken skin on the other person's arm. After all, the one used to reduce swelling and relieve pain was not the same as the one applied externally. Qingwu, on the other hand, was waiting for Mr. Jin to give her the medicine. Although the skin wound was not big and the bleeding had stopped and scabs had formed in the past half day, the redness, swelling and bruises still had to be dealt with properly.

Besides, tonight will be Sora's birthday.

Speaking of space...

"Oh, yes, I want to take Mr. Jin to meet someone. Is it convenient for Mr. Jin to stay later?" Qingwu reached out to Jin and took the thing in the other person's hand.

She once wholesaled several packs of trauma medicine in Bubulu. After opening it, she looked at it and found that it was still the same, with a familiar smell and look.

Jin crossed his arms and leaned against the pillar without saying anything. He could feel that there was not much time left. Most of the Sanskrit words on the beads had been gone and it was time to leave soon.

"Who are you meeting? Friends."

"Uh..." His face suddenly became embarrassed. Qingwu gently rubbed his knees while thinking of euphemistic words: "We can be considered friends..."

Why is my boyfriend not considered a friend?

"Really? A friend is a friend, what is a friend? But next time, I will come to you next time." Jin looked around, but the medicine he just bought was the child's money, and WeChat is not supported here. I transferred money through Alipay, and I just touched the mask and couldn’t find anything. I wanted to leave some gifts, but I couldn’t.

If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have been in such a hurry to go out.

No, we have to hurry.

Tsk, if I had known earlier, I would have carried something with me.

There was a moment of boredom, and suddenly, from the corner of his eye, he saw the cinnabar on Yu Qingwu's wrist, and thought to himself: "Reach out your hand."

Qing Wu honestly stretched out his hand and did whatever he was told. I saw that he was obviously quite old, and he didn't know how much her beads were worth. When he switched from Jin's wrist to hers, his eyes widened and he hurriedly pulled his hand away, but was caught and unable to move.

"This has to be repaid. I didn't bring you any gifts this time, so I'll take this instead. When we meet next time, you have to return it to me intact, little girl."

Buddhist beads are the most noble and noble ones made of "Seven Treasures". And the shape is generally spherical, which means perfection, which means perfection. The purpose of wearing it is to make people feel calm, not arrogant and impetuous when facing troubles and noises, and to pray for peace and long-lasting joy.

Jin put the cinnabar string on his wrist and shook it. Maybe it has something to do with Jin's own temperament. When wearing the monotonous cinnabar, it also has a different charm and richness: "Well, it's time to say goodbye."

"Yes, really. So fast... Ah, sir, you must check your body carefully after you go back, and don't be too tired in the future. It doesn't matter if you don't log in to your social account, but you still have to take the time to check online. Don't forget your password. Ah. In addition, it would be good to take some time to relax, go somewhere else, and..."

"..." Jin lowered his head and touched the cinnabar engraved with the Tibetan six-character Great Ming Mantra, and remained silent. On the surface: Well, you say it, I’m listening. In fact, my thoughts have long since disappeared.

It’s really not that he didn’t listen on purpose. For many years, people who knew him would only repeat a few words back and forth when they saw him. Even if they didn’t listen at all, they could still repeat them completely.

It's better to take advantage of the last moment to remember something more important.

Yu Qingwu, Yu Qingwu.

He wrote it all down, um... So, how should I explain it to Zhejiang when I get back?