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

However, as the German poet Hermann Hesse once said - the world is full of death and terror, so I picked the flowers growing in hell again and again to comfort my soul.

What is life all about?

The existence of life itself is incredible enough, even the cherry blossoms that drift in the wind will sprout new buds next year, and even the people who raise their heads and continue to move towards tomorrow. There will always be a truly beautiful and pure color of life dotting the darkness.

When the whale falls, all things come into being, and the dry bones give birth to new green.

At that time, you will know that life begins to answer when you face separation.

What is life all about.

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After leaving Nagato's house and saying goodbye to Manyo. Due to severe lack of sleep, the three of them planned to go back to Chengehu to catch up on their sleep.

Paimon didn't sleep a few hours more than the two of them. He was just as sleepy this morning and had the same difficulty getting up. So I had a hasty lunch and went back to the house.

It can be regarded as attending a funeral held by ordinary people. Although I have regrets and regrets, in the final analysis, the impact of this incident on Wutong is not great.

At this moment she was sitting on a chair as usual and waiting.

Slowly I realized something was wrong.

Sora deliberately hid his uneasy emotions in front of her. As for why he was discovered, the other party's sometimes blank eyes and slight frown betrayed him completely.

"Empty?" When the other party was about to put the plate under the tap and flush it for the third time, Wutong couldn't help but stop him.

Sora paused for a moment, then regained consciousness and looked at the plate in his hand that was so reflective that it could be used as a mirror. He silently placed it on the draining rack next to him, and then turned off the gurgling water. After wiping his hands, he walked closer and said, "Sorry, it took me a long time."

Wutong chuckled and shook his head: "No. Let's go, let's go upstairs to sleep."

"it is good."

However, when they went upstairs, Kong suddenly said that he would add more food to Nian Nian's bowl to prevent them from sleeping until dusk and making the cat scratch at the door from hunger. Turn around and go down again.

It seemed that he was really worried, and he even forgot that Paimon could feed the cat.

Wutong didn't refute, but sat on the edge of the bed and thought. Did the funeral at the Nagato family touch a memory from Sora's past? Is it the kind of person you met during a previous trip and later died and attended the funeral? After all, when I first embarked on the journey, my heart was probably not as invulnerable as it is now. Or... from the two children of the Nagato family, I thought of my sister? It can't be mom, right...?

His expression instantly became a bit indescribable, and Wutong shook his head in an attempt to shake off the strange suspicions. Get up and draw the curtains.

After about ten minutes, Sora came back.

The light in the room was dim, with no desk lamp or floor lamp turned on, only relying on a little light leaking from the gaps in the curtains and my own superior night vision. It's hard to tell it was noon rather than midnight. Wutong had already fallen asleep, leaving half a seat on the bed with his back on his back. The pillow on the bedside was gone, replaced by a coat draped over the back of the chair.

Sora yawned, pulled the braid to his chest and untied it little by little. The result was unexpected. As he continued to explain, he began to lose focus again. No one shouted this time. Instead, he slowly came to his senses, turned around, lifted the quilt, and met those golden eyes. He suddenly realized that the other person had been looking at him. He had been looking at the other person for as long as he had been in a daze. .

In the quiet and dim environment, it is like a light that will never go out.

"Is it because of the funeral just now?" Wutong asked softly with his chin resting on the pillow in his arms in a posture like a curled up cat.

A moment of silence.

Lying on the bed and looking at the golden sea, Kong muttered a sigh of relief. Pulling the pillow out of the way and throwing it onto the chair, the distance between the two disappeared instantly. The heartbeat against the ear, the heart kissed by the soft lips through the skin and ribs, all became a sense of security: "...I thought of some bad things."

The familiar hug was no different from the one he had after his accident in the snowy mountains.

That's it...

"Let me guess...are you thinking of me?" As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt the sting of the other person's tightened arms and bite on his collarbone. Wutong lowered his eyes and relaxed his body: "Well, I won't say anymore."

Kong's eyelashes trembled slightly, his mouth opened slightly to say something, then he closed it and closed his eyes: "..."

"Don't be afraid." Wutong patted the other person's back and said, "Don't be afraid."

Don't be afraid.

These two words were not only what she said to the former Nagato Shinko and her son, but also to Qingqiu who had recovered her memory, and to Sora who was embracing her at this moment.

Life is like this.

She was lucky enough to be born into the world and have this experience, and what she got was so rich and warm. Regardless of the past or the future, at least at this moment, she is not a boat moving alone on the sea. Even if there is an irresolvable conflict of ideas with Qingqiu, even if it is not clear how far he can go with Qingqiu, and she has no talent in this area and is still slow, all of these are precious treasures in this short life experience. .

He had already decided when he asked Mr. Yao to turn himself into an immortal species. She hates sticking to the rules and living an unchanging life so much. The days were repeated to the point of boredom, and when she opened her eyes, she was running around for food and rent. During the Chinese New Year family gathering, her seven aunts and eight aunts asked her about her marital relationship, and the society raised doubts and rumors about her as a woman studying architecture. And the adults who passed each other walking down the street were as unimportant and boring as she was.

It's like being put into a cramped box.

She grew up in a picture painted by her mother. The smell of the ink, the feel of the pen tip, the brilliance of colors. It was synonymous with romance in her childhood. Then on her way to adulthood, she read poetry born in the world in the mountains filled with Buddhist temples, and learned that there are mountains outside the mountains, rivers outside the mountains, and the sea beyond the mountains.

Bigger.

It rained in the West Lake Pavilion, and a forest of sycamores grew among the drawing papers stacked by my mother. It was snowing at Yanmen Pass, and my father's handwriting was bad, but my mother's name was the only one that looked good.

It turns out that’s called art, it’s called love.

These seemingly abstract things, like futile moaning, were actually the few fresh things in her boring life. Her heart contracted and expanded, causing pain and joy. After all, a hundred years later, she will finally be a handful of dust. At this moment, she had never felt so deeply that she was far away from her soul, but her existence was so real.

"I'm real, Sora. I can tell you with certainty." Wutong caressed the other person's face and kissed it. She didn't know why the other person had become so tense after the incident in the Strata Rock Abyss. Sometimes, when she was half asleep and half awake at night, she could still feel the sound of the other person hugging her tightly after being awakened.