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

Three days later, several people had lunch and came to the big square in front of the church as promised.

"Captain Qin, we are here." Paimon waved to the people not far away.

"Sora! Ah, no, maybe you should be called an honorary knight here." Qin read the ceremony process handed over to him, signed it and handed it to the knight next to him, nodded to the few people walking towards him, and continued: " You must have heard that you are the star of this year’s Wind Flower Festival, and you will represent all Mondstadt people to present wind flowers to the wind god Barbatos.”

Paimon nodded, but his eyes moved back and forth between Qin's hands, and he didn't see anything like letter paper. However, for the sake of the so-called beer-ka feeling later, I didn’t ask about the poetry: “With us and the singers, this Fenghua Festival will be particularly lively!”

"Yes. Thank you for staying in Mondstadt, and I hope you will continue to enjoy life in Mondstadt in the future." Qin looked at the time, checked and tidied up her appearance again, and there were gradually more people in the square, and finally she and Sora He raised his voice and said: "The Wind Flower Ceremony is about to begin. Star of the Wind Flower Festival, have you chosen your Wind Flower?"

Paimon was afraid of misremembering, so he confirmed again and asked, "Well, you have to choose a kind of flower and dedicate it to the God of Wind, right?"

Qin nodded: "Yes, please make your choice after careful consideration. Don't forget, your choice represents all of Mondstadt."

Wutong looked at Sora. Although the poems were not suitable for flowers, there wouldn't be any big problem. But if Sora had chosen Gourmet Fruit or Sweet Flowers, then the final result would not be said to be a bit unsatisfactory. It has nothing to do with it.

Well... on behalf of all Mondstadt, I would like to present flowers to the God of Wind.

Sora approached the person next to him and asked quietly: "Wendy, what kind of flowers do you like?"

"Huh?" Fengshen himself was stunned for a moment when he heard the question, and then squinted his eyes and scolded: "How cunning, you actually asked me directly."

"Ahem..." Qin lowered her head, put her fist to her mouth, and reminded the two of them covertly.

Wendy smiled and gave Qin a reassuring look. Then she saw someone not far away coming over to ask Captain Qin if he had time to come on stage. So, before turning around, she put a perfect end to the whisper: "No need." If you care about me, just choose what you like. I trust your taste."

......

At the Fenghua Celebration, after the speech of Captain Qin, Kong stepped onto the stage amidst the cheers of the people.

Wutong hugged Paimon in the audience, and saw the other party's dark boots stepping on the short few floors, which could be counted with one hand, and then stepped on the long carpet that stretched to the end.

She seemed to have never praised Kong with anyone else. In fact, it was not only the face that was too exotic and handsome, and the eyes that looked like a dog with affection, Kong's body was also very good. There was no fat on the exposed waist and abdomen, the proportion of shoulder width was just right, and there were no muscles. The overly unconventional double doors make her look slimmer when dressed and more muscular when undressed. And he obviously has a youthful figure, but because of the long years he has gone through, he has a kind of casualness that is easy to do anything and the confidence of winning.

Therefore, with the support of many aspects, when walking with chest and head raised, it looks like walking on the red carpet at the Cannes Film Festival. It has a noble temperament and is particularly attractive.

After Kong strode closer, he saw a variety of wind flowers on the table covered with luxuriant cloth in front of him, including the buzzing dandelion, windmill chrysanthemum, cecilia flower, as well as the rare gynae and small rush grass. ...There are even things like mint and sweet flowers that are found all over the continent.

To be honest, if he is still the star of the Wind Flower Festival next year, it will not be surprising to see apples and fruits on this table.

However, although some categories are really not considered flowers, if you look closely, you can see that no matter which one they are, they are carefully selected from the flower shop and carefully delivered through multiple layers of protection. Place here, the most perfect of its kind.

Qin looked at Sora who was lowering his head to choose: "So, honorary knight, your choice is..."

The windmill chrysanthemum looks like the characteristic buildings that can be seen everywhere in Mondstadt. It was also the flower chosen by the plane tree last year. The dandelion has an extraordinary meaning and is the flower that most of the older generation would think can represent Mondstadt. Although lamp grass is not a flower, it is something that some young people with free imagination and rich imagination will pick.

As for him.

"Cecilia flower." After seeing the target, Sora gently and without hesitation held the flower with water droplets on its petals in his hands: "I choose Cecilia flower."

Qin nodded, and then handed over a folded square piece of paper: "Then - on behalf of the people of Mondstadt, please present your wind flower to the statue."

Arriving under the huge statue, Kong knelt down on one knee and performed the highest knightly salute. Then he stood up and presented his Wind Flower in reverence on behalf of all Mondstadt people. Everyone around him clasped his hands, closed his eyes, and prayed devoutly.

In the altar, a flower that only grows in cool and high places is swaying gently in the breeze.

Then, with a nervous and curious mood, Sora opened the piece of paper that was folded to the point that it could be grasped with a fist.

"Tonight I want to..."

[I want to stay here tonight, want to escape into your light, want to cover my eyes because I want to feel you reflected in them. I believe in everything you look at. ]

There was a small exclamation in the audience, and Paimon also covered his mouth and secretly came over to ask, who wrote this, so bold. Wutong smiled and nodded in agreement.

The poems that voluntarily participate in the selection will not and are not allowed to be signed when submitted. How to know who wrote it will only be acknowledged by the author himself at the end, after the reading. This is to prevent someone from maliciously stealing or doing something unfair.

So now, Kong on the stage is reading word for word, and Wutong is also reciting word for word in his heart.

No one will know.

[I bow down and offer you my highest praise. My desire for you drives me crazy, my kingdom is covered with your grace, you are a secret that will never be told, I will not tell anyone about you, I will never mention you to anyone else. ]

The noisy crowd in the audience gradually became silent.

Intense love, strong love, exclusive love. It seems that one can see a person who, because he desperately longs for love and the love of the one he loves, kneels devoutly in the temple, just like a believer to the only god, with his hands clasped together, worshiping, admiring and admiring him. Who are you worshiping, gods or "gods"?

Wendy turned her head, rubbed her chin, and curiously asked the parasol next to her: "Do you think this poem is dedicated to the wind god Barbatos?"

Wutong nodded with a flawless smile: "Yes."

"Don't you have any selfish motives?"

"Yes."

"It has nothing to do with the honorary knight on the stage?"

"Yes."

Wutong chuckled, as if to completely dispel the other party's suspicions, and moved his mouth silently towards Wendy: Isn't that right? Lord Barbatos.

Wendy, the secret person who can read lips, narrowed her eyes and said noncommittally: "Oh, so cunning."

[Please tell me how can I prove it? I will only burn for you, I will make you more noble, I am willing to give everything for you, maybe in this way, you will have the same feelings for me? ]

Qin had never read this poem herself. Lisa folded it and gave it to her before the celebration this morning. But from Lisa's expression, Qin knew that this was written by Wutong, because the other party recognized the little girl's handwriting.

Reserved, reserved, as tender as water. Due to the influence of last year's poem and daily interactions, this has become many people's evaluation of Wutong. But at the same time, he is also a Wutong who can praise Yura, the Wave Knight, until his face turns red, and he has a grudge against him.

She had no choice but to think about it. Fortunately, the other party was not the kind of sentimental and fish-loving character. Otherwise, she would just rely on this poem, casually break it into a few paragraphs, go to the tavern, hold a musical instrument like those bards, and talk sweetly. I'm afraid there's no one who won't be moved by it.

Sora looked at the second half of the paper. Parallel sentences with the same sentence structure occupied a large area, but he scanned quickly. When he saw the last line of words, something seemed to hit his heart, causing an indescribable feeling. My skin is slightly sore and itchy.

Is this poem...dedicated to Barbatos, the wind god? Don't you have any selfish motives? Does it have nothing to do with me?

"I wish you could know..."

[I wish you could know that I am so religious. I wish you could know how obsessed I am. I wish you could know how crazy I am. I wish you could know how much I want you. I wish you could know how much I believe in you. I wish you could know that I love you so much. ]

"I wish you could know that I love you so much."