Genshin Impact: Please don’t bully me, fellow stragglers

"... All the evidence shows that history has not changed, only the memory of the world has changed."

"If it's just an unrealistic memory," the keyboard clicked, "then who is the 'mechanic' of unknown origin who takes the place of the Qingqi?"

There was no reply in the chat box.

I don’t know if I am thinking about how to refute, or I have given up the debate for the time being.

So he added aggressively: "Since there is a consensus that the reincarnated Nasida is not equal to the Great Ci Tree King, then the wanderer who has obtained the memory of the scattered soldier cannot be said to be the scattered soldier himself..."

"Nan Yi," a hand stretched out from behind and suddenly took a picture of the computer, "I have called you several times after dinner, who are you still talking to?"

"Come on, come on," he turned around with an apologetic smile, "I'm sorry, mom."

His hair was rubbed: "You kid, it would be nice to learn from your sister and be more nimble sometimes."

He was blaming, but his tone was quite doting.

When the dinner table was served, a bowl full of chicken soup carefully filtered with oil was pushed to the side. Before the chopsticks were lifted, various dishes were piled into a mountain in the bowl: "Nanyi, you are weak, eat more."

Nodding and grabbing the chopsticks, he suddenly remembered something, pretended to look embarrassed, and dug out the pork belly: "Mom, I don't want to eat this."

"Oh, so you're in poor health after being young," the pork belly was pinched away, and a piece of lean meat fell into the bowl instead, "Is this okay?"

"Thank you, mom." She was chewing food in her mouth, her pronunciation a little unclear.

His hair was touched again: "You're so good."

The father across the table seemed to have little appetite. He hurriedly finished the rice in the bowl, took out the insulated lunch box and divided the dishes into it: "I'm going to deliver food to Nanke."

When I heard that name, the food in my mouth suddenly lost its taste.

"Want to visit your sister?" Mother noticed and sighed, "You still care about others, unlike your cold-blooded sister who only makes trouble and almost hurt you... Forget it, it's nothing. Go ahead, early return."

Before going out, my mother carefully wrapped a red hand-woven scarf around her neck and tied it in a beautiful knot.

The hospital is not far from home. It can be reached in ten minutes after walking through an intersection.

The color of the red light fell on the foggy white breath in front of me, making it dazzling for no reason.

It's so cold.

He took off his scarf and carefully rolled it into a ball. He brushed his messy short hair away from his ears. His father stood beside him with a lunch box and finally said: "Nan Ke."

Look sideways.

"Thank you for your hard work." The father looked tired.

Nanke raised his head, looked up at the dark clouds in the winter sky, and raised his lips: "I should, I hope she gets better soon."

When he walked to the hospital entrance with his father and saw him dumping all the food into the trash can, Nanke felt unusually calm.

Mother may be right. Unlike Nan Yi, she is naturally cold-blooded.

On the way back, a bit of coldness fell on his eyelashes. Nanke blinked hard and found fine snow falling on the street.

She spread her hands while waiting for the traffic light, but until the red light started flashing, no trace was left on her palms.

so good.

It's obviously no different from Yu, but it's much more lovable.

Nanke pursed his lips, and suddenly a child ran past him in his peripheral vision.

Her body's reaction was faster than her brain's. She took a step forward and grabbed the child: "Don't be a celebrity..."

"Nanke!"

"Dudududu"!

"Boom" a loud noise.

The vision fell into complete darkness.

Nanke was nervous for a moment, then came to his senses, realized what had happened, and relaxed his tense nerves.

Like her father, she was somewhat tired of playing the dead sister.

So be it.

Instead of constantly thinking - it would have been better if I had not been born, it would have been better if I was not the one who survived, this kind of ending method that can ignore all consequences as a matter of course, maybe...

"Do you really think so?"

Suddenly I heard a childish question.

Nanke turned around following the voice, and in the boundless void stood a child with silver hair and green eyes, shrouded in soft light.

"Na," Nanke rubbed his eyes to confirm that the image in front of him was indeed familiar to him, "Nasida? Am I just a revolving door?"

"So be it," Nasida came to Nanke with light steps, her divine eyes were extremely gentle, "Thousands of worlds are connected by the threads of fate. Only at this moment can I come to you with the help of similar fate. . My world is in turmoil, and I need my own descendant, Nanke. If you sincerely care about the disappearing dolls and care about the truth of the world, do you want to listen to my invitation?"

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Tick.

Water droplets gathered at the bottom of the stalactite, knocking on half of the broken roof tiles.

Nanke's consciousness, which had been disconnected due to the rapid fall, was suddenly recalled by this sound.

"Get out of the way!" She was precariously stuck between the sparse red leaves and rough branches, waving her hands eagerly to the young man in white hunting clothes directly below, "Get out of the way!"

The young man was stunned for a moment, but instead of hiding, he spread his arms and adjusted his position, as if he wanted to catch her.

"Get out of the way quickly——!"

The branches broke under the strain and crackled, Nanke screamed and smashed down uncontrollably.

The body was controlled by gravity and inertia and rolled several times. Nanke's eyes were filled with stars and his ears were ringing. Until he was tapped on the shoulder, his chaotic brain received the clear and low voice of the young man.

"Are you ok?"

The boy squatted beside her and asked.

He still didn't catch her.

Nanke lay on the ground and weakly raised his hand to sign "ok".

Nanke stayed in this embarrassed posture for a while, then slowly got up, squeezed his hands and feet, and breathed a sigh of relief to confirm that his limbs were intact.

"You fell from there." The strange boy looked at her, his crouching posture had already changed into a restrained and graceful kneeling posture, and he pointed to the ray of sky above their heads and said, "The entrance and exit of the borrowed scenery pavilion should be sealed. Are you someone sent from Narukami Island?"

The young man's question was full of hope.

Like children standing at the door of kindergarten waiting for their parents on a rainy day.

"Sorry," Nanke denied subconsciously. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly found that his mind went blank and he couldn't extract any information, "Huh...?"

She frowned tightly and knocked her head.

"What's wrong with you?" the young man asked thoughtfully.

"I..." Nan Ke looked at the young man steadily, his voice so ethereal that it was almost hard to grasp, "I can't remember anything..."