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

No matter what the reason, no matter what age. As long as you stay up late and get up early, it will be painful. Even though they didn't meet until around nine in the morning. But despite all the calculations, I only slept for five hours.

Standing in front of the statue of Thousand Hands and Hundred Eyes, Wutong took advantage of the wind to wake himself up. Not far away, Sora accompanied Manyo to reply to Kujo Kamaji.

Kujo Kamaharu heard early on that the incident had been successfully resolved, and also knew that the process was very complicated and dangerous. Tenmu Yu was also found, but Nagato was unfortunately killed. Now that the Tianling Advocates have dealt with the dangerous warehouse, the investigation on Tianmu Yuya will also have results in the near future, and he should not be held accountable. As for the Nagato family, they will also be given certain subsidies to support them through this difficult time.

Since the follow-up arrangements for both parties have been properly arranged, Maplehara Manyo doesn't need to elaborate too much on the incident. After a night, he had already thought of an answer to the previous question.

Excusing himself, Manyo showed the fishing bottle to Kujo Kamaji.

——This weapon was forged from the lost sword-smithing skills of the Maplehara family.

In fact, when the family passed down to him, it had nothing but the title of aristocrat. But it's enough for him.

Wandering warriors don't need a rich life, what they need is poetry, wine and a knife in their hands.

The same goes for Maplehara Manyo.

After all his wealth was gone and he embarked on his journey, everything became different. The heaven, earth, mountains and sea have become his closest home. Walking under the clouds and listening to the sound of wind and water, his body and mind are always extremely comfortable. What he saw along the way made him even more curious.

Stroking the red blade, Maplehara Manyo thought that he would rather explore freely while traveling than study in a closed and stable room. Then he looked at Kujo Kamaji in front of him: "After a coincidence, I recovered and repaired it, and I also made an agreement with it to continue passing on the Isshinden. So next, I should continue to travel around and study this weapon. knife."

"That's it...I understand." This result was not unexpected. Rather, it was a premonition. Kujo Kamaji nodded.

"The Maplehara family has always been a sword-smithing family, and we should focus on this in the future. If I accept your kindness, I may still fall into the vortex of conflicts between the shogunate and the Coral Palace, which is not suitable for me."

"Ah, you misunderstood, it was definitely not out of this consideration..." Kujo Kamaji said anxiously, saying that this was really a false rumor, and he never meant it.

Maplehara Manyo: "I know, but I just want to keep doing what I want to do."

"Okay, I understand, then just pretend that I haven't mentioned the invitation this time." The other party still looked so gentle. I don't know if the wind and rain have smoothed the young man's edges, or because he is introverted and hides his edge. Kujo Kamaji stopped persuading him and let him go: "However, if you change your mind or need help from the shogunate in the future, please feel free to tell me."

"Well, thank you for your kindness." Where to go next, Maplehara Manyo decided to sail on the sea with her eldest sister for the time being. As for the next destination...it depends on which way the wind blows.

Saying goodbye to Kujo Kamaji. Sora and Manyo return to find Wutong. Standing in front of the statue of Thousand Arms and Hundred Eyes, you can see the white flags hanging on the Nagato family in the distance. They still have the suicide note left by Nagato in their hands. Such an important thing must not be disposed of privately.

Although it was only my second time here, my two experiences on this road were completely different. As the four people approached the door, they could faintly hear sobbing.

The letter was delivered by Wutong.

The woman with red eyes was dressed in plain clothes. The hair accessory on the back of her head, which was the simplest but showed signs of age, was removed and turned into the simplest bun. Sachiko steeled herself and stepped forward with a graceful manner. When she heard that it was her husband's death letter, she was speechless for a moment and stretched out her hand to take it tremblingly.

Wutong couldn't bear it: "Please forgive me."

I only caught a glimpse of the familiar handwriting on it, and before I had time to look down, I burst into tears. Holding the letter tightly to his chest with one hand, covering his mouth with the other hand, he bent down and thanked the person who came.

Just like the cherry blossoms on the branches after being beaten by the rain, their petals fall sparsely all over the ground.

One of the two children behind Xin Zi looked up obediently, with confusion and confusion in his eyes. A pursed-lipped mother supports her heartbroken mother. With a face full of seriousness and feigned maturity, he bowed and thanked Xinzi.

"..." Wutong moved his fingers slightly, unable to move away for a while.

Should they understand? Should they know one fact? I don’t understand why my mother cried so sadly, and I don’t understand why so many people came to my door to express condolences after one night. Or accept that from today on, they will be without their father. From now on, the term of endearment will no longer be blurted out to a person. Those familiar temperatures, figures, and sounds that have been familiar countless times in the past will all disappear. You can still hear the echo when the stone falls into the cave, but no matter how much they call, there will be no response.

Death, loss, permanent suspension.

Looking up obviously, the clouds are moving and the wind is blowing, the sun is rising as usual, the four seasons are still changing, and the cycle goes back and forth year after year. It is said that the cherry blossoms in Inazuma Castle are always blooming undefeated because of the protection of the general. However, the life of Inazuma Castle protected by the general remains yesterday forever.

Sighing silently, Wutong did not leave, but chose to come closer, patted Xinzi's back as if comforting, and touched the heads of the two children. He said softly: "Don't be afraid."

"...!" The older of the two children suddenly trembled slightly when the palm of Wutong's palm touched the top of his head. After a few seconds, he gritted his teeth to hold back, bowed his head and stubbornly said thank you again.

Death in the family is scary. Not only the sadness of what has been lost, but also the fear that the remaining treasures in hand will also be lost.

Wutong knows very well.

Just like when my grandma passed away and my second uncle passed away. She went to her second uncle's funeral with her father. Lost his mother and brother one after another. This man, who was about to turn fifty, sat at the gate filled with wreaths and fluttering white flags, hunching his back and covering his face in the rain, trembling.

She stood quietly next to him, tilting the black umbrella in her hand. The cold rain soaked half of her shoulders. She lowered her eyes and saw a few white hairs mixed in the man's hair. Her mind flashed to the fact that the man no longer had enough physical strength, and he often visited her. of illness. Back then, I built a shed with my second uncle in the yard of my grandma's house and made a swing together. I didn't feel tired at all while carrying two bags of bricks, and I could even pick her up and yell at my mother.

All kinds of clues reminded her-"Father is getting old."

If the father is like this, what about the mother? If she wanted to leave, she couldn't keep any of them.