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

Kong carried Wutong back to the guest room, wrapped her in a soft towel, placed her on the table, and began to blow-dry her hair with the power of the wind element. There was no way to help me change out of the wet clothes on my body. Although I kept wiping with absorbent towels, I still needed to squeeze out the water more times, and then use the air drying method again to dry all the water on the clothes. Then I gently put Wutong on the bed. Go and re-bandage the scab or the wound that bleeds again.

After everything was taken care of, Kong sat by the bed and watched the man's breathing rise and fall for a long time. Finally, he carefully lifted the quilt and lay down in it.

Still listening to An Xin's heartbeat at a close distance, he relaxed while thinking about the explanation.

This is his doll, beautiful, special, and caring, and he will definitely fix what is his.

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"Hey! Why are you so dazed?"

Wutong's eyes were still a little dark. Although he couldn't see exactly where he was or what he was doing, he knew he was reading again when he heard a familiar voice.

He rubbed his eyes with his left hand that was not holding anything. After he regained consciousness, his perspective gradually became clearer.

She is now in an antique study room, with a book desk in front of her, a few scrolls of bamboo slips stacked in the corner, an inkstone and black ink on the right, and a few pieces of bamboo scattered on the table.

"Are you still in a daze? The ink is dripping on your clothes!" With a cry of urgency, one hand grabbed her wrist, and the other hand pulled out the brush she was holding, and turned her head to see the familiar black and red color scheme.

The woman hurriedly put the pen on the pen holder, then picked up the stained cuff mark. Just as she was about to say something disturbing, she met Wutong's staring eyes and choked on the content on her lips. .

"...Forget it, it's dirty just because it's dirty, but it's not like you have no clothes to wear. What were you doing in your daze just now? Have you forgotten the content?"

Wutong thought about it and said yes.

"What's there? Maybe you'll remember it later. Don't panic. I won't write it down for now. Let's change the content. Let's take the years you have been in Teyvat as an example. First, eliminate wear and tear." The woman picked up a piece of paper on the table. Cut a piece of bamboo and write on it with a pen.

"After all, it has to go through wear and tear. First of all, the lifespan has to start at a hundred. For people like you who start with a single digit, the two digits starting with nine are the highest short-lived humans. I even suspect that it is because you don't remember it very well."

Looking at the crooked font after it was formed, Wutong took the handed bamboo piece and frowned, trying to read it: "Maybe it's because I'm old? Well... which country's language are you writing in?"

"You are less than a fraction of the age of me. How old are you?! How many times do you have to tell me that you are different from those guys! Humph. I don't want to argue with you... Moreover, what Chinese characters are there? Isn't this the character in your world? ?”

Not only are the words crawling like earthworms, but because too much ink has been dipped in them, long black traces are pulled down at the bends and ends under the action of gravity. It is even more abstract, and every word is like crying.

Wutong felt that he was very tired, and thought that it would be okay to ignore it for a day, so he let his mouth speak out all the words in his heart: "But I will die one day, no matter how different it is, if I go on for a few more days, I will die." Destiny, in a few decades, will be reduced to a handful of dust. Wrinkles and brown spots will appear on the face, teeth will fall out, muscles will relax, hair will turn gray, and the body will be stooped. A small bump will be fatal, and the limbs will have difficulty moving. Even the most basic personal It can't even be done cleanly. Human beings are like this. You think this species is selfish, stupid, timid and afraid of getting into trouble. They just do what they hear. But so do I. If you cut open my chest, we are beating with the same heart, connecting us. The same blood flows in my veins. You just met me at that time. If you were another person, you..."

"Shut up!! I told you to shut up. If you say anything again, I will kill you!" The pupils in the woman's red eyes formed vertical lines, and her long black hair resembled a long black snake that neighed. Wutong was grabbed by the neck and pushed to the ground. The chair fell with a clang. The bamboo slips on the table also collapsed one by one due to the collision. The brush on the pen holder also broke away from its shackles, leaving dazzling ink marks on the ground.

"Don't say the word death! Bah, bah, bah, bah! You're not allowed to talk about yourself like that! You still have the red rope silver bell, safety lock, cinnabar, and jade pendant I gave you. Why do you curse yourself like that!" The hand that was holding Wutong's neck slowly loosened its grip, and went down around her armpits to support her lower back. The woman buried her head in her chest and held her tightly.

It is similar to the empty posture before entering a dream.

"Don't die! I don't allow you to die, I hate humans! Why are you human! It's all your fault! Why do you want me to meet you!"

A small spring flows into the empty dead wood in my heart. The clothes on her chest were all wet. Wutong was still holding the piece of bamboo in her hand, thinking about what to do. She seemed to only bring trouble to others. She didn't want to live, but she couldn't die, otherwise she wouldn't even want to. Life will become meaningless.

Is there a spiritual sign that can send an oracle? Come tell her, teach her, where is the way? How can I get better?

It's just you here, tell me, can you teach me?

"Leave me alone... don't leave me alone. We haven't seen the final outcome of the Demon God War, and we haven't traveled around this world. I want to take you to meet those interesting guys that Morax has recently found. They are just Beautiful little bird, if you like it, we can snatch it and raise it, or we can take you to Buyel to touch the branches of the World Tree, and then laugh at that fool Amon. I will also take you to Malbas. , it’s cool there and she’s a nice person, we can move there for a long time and instigate her to pick up the children and raise them. We still have a lot of things to do, how dare you, how dare you, have the heart to ask me to face life without you. future?"

Is a future without her bad?

"It's too bad! It's simply worse than the explosion that will destroy Teyvat in the next second! Don't go where I can't touch you, don't go so far that I can't hold you." A gentle yet crazy kiss. After being restrained with all her strength, it fell on Wutong's eyelashes. The woman responded to her, rubbing her forehead, the tip of her nose, and the corners of her eyes with her fingers, tracing them carefully, wanting to carve her look into her heart inch by inch.

"It's always you, it's you when I meet you, you're the addict, you're the pain, you're the only one, you're the one who fascinates me, and you're the one who makes me fall in love with you. You can't change people. The heart is only so big. If you change it, you have to throw away the whole piece. , I can’t live if you throw it away. I want you to live, I will give you everything you want, and do whatever you want. I will give you everything, you deserve it, and you should live like this."

"Wutong, please live. This is why I chose the two characters Qingqiu as my name. I am willing to lock up Qingqiu if I survive."

The fingers were squeezed in again, and the fingers were interlocked. Wutong raised the hand holding the bamboo piece, and the outline of the words suddenly flashed through her mind. She had not been emotional for a long time since she fell ill, but now she was so uncomfortable that her hands were shaking and her eyes were slightly widened.

"lonely..."

The lonely Wutong deep courtyard locks Qingqiu.

Qingqiu, Aqiu...?

By a strange combination of circumstances, she got the answer. In fact, she had always held the answer in her hand, but she just didn't recognize it. It was like someone was holding her and listening to her heartbeat, whether in a dream or in reality.

There are people who want her to live.

Then, she will beat her heart hard because of this hug. She would survive, whether the answer was right or wrong.

Wutong shook Qingqiu's hand in return, chuckled and leaned on the other person's shoulder: "Okay."