At that time, five people and he came here.

He watched them light a bonfire and take out the prepared food and wine.

The long winter lasted for several years and humans settled down.

Franklin wanted to take an adventure.

He wanted to see a different scenery.

Although the rest of the people were either reluctant or did not support him, they all said goodbye to him in the end.

Pray for him.

Wendy naturally didn't want him to leave, from Ale's departure to his disappearance when they met again.

Even if the last words she left told him that she would come back.

But it left something in his heart after all.

He feared that the next time he saw Franklin, he would die.

However, he never stopped Franklin.

Man is free, and if that is the life he wants to live, then let him do it.

Even if he really died somewhere else, he would bring his soul back and let him return to Mond.

And that night, the grown-up boy sat there playing the piano, while the wind elves danced with the fireflies and crystal butterflies around him.

It turns out that so much time has passed.

As he was thinking about it, he remembered the wine that the boy had secretly buried. After so much time, it should still be drinkable.

Although she thought so in her heart, Wendy stood up and walked towards a place.

He found a place according to his memory, and after thinking for a moment, he took out a shovel and started digging.

When Wei Shengle heard the piano music stop, he looked at Wendy in confusion and saw him digging the soil with a shovel that he had taken out from somewhere.

She felt a little funny and confused.

What’s funny is that the mighty Wind God is digging the soil with a shovel, wondering why he suddenly wants to dig the soil.

"What are you digging, Wendy?" Wei Shengle flew over and asked.

"Let's have some wine! How can such a wonderful night be without wine?" Wendy said without raising her head.

Well, there must be wine. Such a beautiful night cannot be without good wine.

"Ah? Is there wine buried here? Do you know who buried it?" When Wei Shengle heard it, it seemed to be expected.

If he could dig the soil, then there must be wine buried there.

After all, she remembered that someone in Mondstadt also buried wine. It seemed to be a plot in the game. She remembered that it was related to Lei Ze.

She could no longer remember many details about the original plot of the game, but she remembered most of what was happening now.

However, she was a little curious about who buried it?

"Yes, it was buried by Franklin. As for the time, I think it should have been a thousand years."

"A thousand years! Is it still drinkable?" Wei Shengle said in shock.

Although, she knew that wine would get better as it aged, but, it had been stored for a thousand years!

I’m afraid the wine jars are about to rot?

She remembered that at that time there were only pots made of stone or clay.

"I think it's possible..." Wendy also hesitated.

A long time had indeed passed, but he recalled hearing a few uncles talking a thousand years ago. He remembered what they said, "The longer the wine is stored, the better it tastes."

It should still be drinkable. He was looking forward to what a thousand-year-old wine would taste like.

Moreover, I put a little blessing in it at that time, which at least can ensure that it will remain intact no matter how much time has passed.

Hearing Wendy's hesitant voice, Wei Shengle suddenly felt that there was something wrong with the wine.

It's been a thousand years! That's too long!

(This is all my own making. I don’t know the details about the alcohol. I don’t drink at all. I have an old health condition that prevents me from drinking.

By the way, minors are not allowed to drink alcohol. The author doesn’t drink alcohol even when he is an adult. What is there for a minor to drink? He is still growing and it is not good for his health.)

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