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

He recognized Wutong's handwriting. It was graceful yet free and easy, neat and powerful, with lazy continuous strokes. Moreover, the other party didn't like to use punctuation marks such as commas and periods. He would just click them after finishing a sentence.

After reading the last sentence, under the cover of paper, Kong sighed helplessly. He thought he might have given up.

The next step is when the poet comes out to recognize the work. The crowd becomes commotion, curious and anxious, looking around and poking their heads.

Sora put down the poem in his hand and raised his eyes from behind the paper. Perhaps he could attribute this coincidence to fate again, and he ran into the golden color again.

At that moment, it was like the protagonist in the film appeared and everything was slowed down.

The white doves in the sky flew over the church, the dandelions drifted away in the wind, and a hand with a conspicuous cinnabar string on its wrist was slowly raised. Like the darling of the world, even light and shadow are particularly fond of her. The dazzling light spots are like gentle kisses, sliding from the white forearms to the slender fingers, and finally slip away from the nails trimmed to the perfect length.

It is an acknowledgment that this poem dedicated to the wind god was written by her.

Or should I say that in Zhaogao and everyone here, her love has always been so surging.

Kong smiled with congratulations and listened to the thunderous applause below. Everyone's face was filled with different colors, excitement, excitement, shock, appreciation, envy, and...like and love.

The hand holding the fragile paper slowly tightened.

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

But now that the reading session is over, he cannot say this sentence again.

After the atmosphere of the crowd, which had been ignited to the climax, calmed down slightly, Qin said: "Thank you, the star of the Wind Flower Festival. We have presented the wind flowers full of love to the wind god Barbatos, and may the wind protect Mondstadt."

As the concluding remarks came, Sora walked off the stage.

Wutong held Paimon, who was still dazed in his arms, and waited a few steps away from Wendy. Seeing someone coming, he smiled approvingly: "What a good choice."

Sora paused for two or three seconds: "Do you like it?"

"Huh? Are you saying it will go with the poem I wrote? Of course, I was a little worried in the audience at the time. If you chose that mint plant, it would be very inconsistent."

The words were wrong. They were not from the same channel at all. Kong took a long breath and turned to ask Wendy who was laughing happily: "Do you like it?"

"Hmm - what do you think? Hahahaha! I will tell you, but not here." Wendy raised her hand to stop Sora, who had his hands on his hips and a slumped face, from blurting out what he was about to say, and raised his index finger to his mouth. : "It's not convenient to talk about this in a square where people come and go. Let's find another place."

After putting the letter in his hand back into his backpack, Kong tilted his head and thought: "Where should we go?"

Although this was a poem dedicated to the God of Wind, it was impossible to give it to Wendy, and Wutong didn't ask for it. The only place left to go was his own backpack.

Wendy rubbed her chin and said the location she had chosen in her mind: "I would like to invite you to go to the Wind Dragon Ruins with me."

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Arrive at the Wind Dragon Ruins.

Wendy felt that the wind field in the ruins was disordered, and Nunu sighed. She hadn't been here for a while, and it seemed like there was a lot of trouble.

So he took Kong and Wutong to work, euphemistically calling it cleaning the environment, and treated it as a greeting gift to Tevarin.

Paimon, who had already recovered from Sycamore's shocking love poem, asked out of curiosity as they were cleaning, would Tvarin also celebrate the Windflower Festival? Wendy waved her hand and blew away the Qiuqiu people blocking her way in the aisle. She tilted her head and said, yes, but Tevarin is not here now, but he will be back soon.

After solving the environmental problems that Wendy mentioned, the four of them came to the paralyzed and sitting ruins guard. Wutong glanced at it, and she recognized this. It was the world's first cultivator made by Kanria.

Then several people walked to the extended platform next to it. Standing there, they could overlook the statue of the Seven Heavens and the entire ruins of Fenglong. Wendy nodded and affirmed her aesthetic taste: "Yeah! The scenery here is still the best."

Sora felt the wind blowing on his face and agreed: "It is indeed beautiful."

"Right, I like this place very much. I always come here to sit for a while and look at the scenery in my spare time."

Paimon heard that the other party would come over during his free time, and turned to look at him suspiciously: "Are you here to be lazy?"

"Hahaha, I was discovered by you!" Then Wendy nodded her chin and smacked her lips, saying with some pity: "With such a beautiful scenery, it would be nice to have a glass of apple cider in my hand."

Wutong recalled the bet she made with Kaia at that time, which was also the culprit that caused her to do many things during the Fenghua Festival, and grinned: "Don't the people of Mondstadt like to drink dandelion wine more?"

Wendy laughed loudly: "Hahahaha, it seems that you complained a lot about the bet back then."

Wutong shrugged and did not refute.

"How about it, guys, Mondstadt's Wind and Flower Festival, do you like it?"

Kong followed Wutong's example and sat down on the platform with his legs hanging down. He put his hands behind his back and looked at the scenery in the distance: "It's full of humanity and lively."

"I am happy to be with everyone in Mondstadt. I like it." Wutong smiled as he leaned forward and saw a small, large wind slime at his feet, slowly swinging around.

Wendy didn't warn him to be careful not to fall down or to pay attention to safety. After all, having fun is the most important thing. She looked up at him who was hesitant to speak, with a clear look on her face: "I know. What do you want to ask? What exactly is the Wind Flower? What does the Wind Flower and the Wind Flower Festival mean in the eyes of the wind god Barbatos? Right?"

Seeing that the other party knew his doubts, Sora put his hands on his knees, looking ready to listen.

"As you can see, the people of Mondstadt have their own choices. Some choose dandelions from thousands of flowers, and others choose windmills."

Paimon sat in the arms of the sycamore tree, holding a sweet flower picked on the way here, and looked over: "The flower of the wind seems to be different in everyone's heart."

Wendy held up her hands: "Yes, that's how it should be. Because there is no only answer, and there is no real Wind Flower."

"Eh... doesn't it exist?" Paimon, who had thought about many possibilities, his expression became a little blank.

"The word "Wind Flower" was originally just a code word for people to communicate with each other and resist together in the old Mondstadt era." Wendy's face showed tenderness and nostalgia, and her eyes were no longer fixed on one place, but revealed After a fleeting time, I looked back at the past. Those were his people who had left far away, and they were also his children: "People often said at that time that the stronger the wind, the stronger the foundation of the wind flower, and the more colorful the flowers bloomed."

Close your eyes, and when you open them again, you look up at the beautiful blue sky and white clouds that are as beautiful as many decorations in the city: "If you ask me to say it, it does not exist and is everywhere. It is the soul that yearns for freedom. It is the courage to chase the direction of the wind...Everything that is beautiful and worthy of blessing can be the flower of the wind."

Something that seems not to exist, but is everywhere.

Sora: "Like the wind."

Wendy raised her eyebrows, retracted her gaze, and looked over: "Haha, you are right. Therefore, Barbatos, the god of wind, will not define what the flower of the wind is. The flower of blessing, the flower of respect, the flower of deep love, everyone Everyone will have their own wind flower, and everyone has the right to freely define it.”

"The flowers presented to the God of Wind by the free city of Mondstadt are indeed very free." Pamon raised his hands, raised his head, and squinted his eyes in a gesture of embracing the sun.

Seeing the little guy's action, Sora's mouth widened: "I also like the feeling of freedom."

free.

Wutong suddenly remembered a gentleman with blond hair and blue eyes in the real world, and looked at Wendy and suddenly laughed.

"Did you think of something? Or, did you think of someone?"

"Well, I thought of a person, but my first reaction was the words written into the manifesto. I think you will like it very much." Wutong's smile did not diminish, and he met the increasingly curious eyes of the three people next to him.

Although Mr. Alfred always had intermittent fits of madness, it was undeniable that he did have the conscience to protect a pure land for his children at that time. At that time, he indeed loved his children extremely deeply. What the people are shouting is the golden sunshine of California, a beacon to the world.

"——All men are created equal, and are endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rights, including the rights to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness."