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

Due to treatment needs, Nan Yi went to shave her hair today.

Nanke's hair was very long, hanging down to her waist, and was soft and shiny. Her mother asked her to cut it off and give it to Nanyi.

Girls of this age have little love for beauty, and all their love for beauty is pinned on this handful of black hair.

Nanke refused at first.

Of course it was cut later.

Nanke, who rarely shed tears, stopped crying after this time.

Only the tears of a cherished child have value.

Apparently she wasn't.

But none of that matters.

"Nanyi..." Nanke's voice was unsteady, and the eyes that had just shed tears seemed to have been opened, and tears burst out, "You are back..."

There was a little voice inside that was screaming that none of this was true.

but.

Nan Yi was indeed standing in front of him.

Just pretend that they are not dead yet, just pretend that things in the future will never happen...

Nanke hugged Nanyi.

Don't dare to use too much force, because in front of you is a genuine porcelain doll as fragile, and a pair of eyes filled with tears can't help but stick to the other person's body.

"Eh? Eh?" Nan Yi became even more panicked. She put her hands on Nan Ke's back and asked with a smile for a while, "Want to touch my wig? Nan Ke?"

Smart, gentle, strong, and considerate, Nan Yi is good at everything except her body.

Artificial fibers are no thinner than real hair, but they are smooth and shiny, with an unreal beauty.

When Nanke twisted Nanyi's hair with his fingers, Nanyi kept laughing: "...Actually, I would like to buy another one. It's big and wavy, and it looks great, but my father doesn't allow it, saying it's too unsightly. Obviously I don’t go out usually, why should I think about this kind of problem..."

Nan Ke listened and said "Hmm" softly. He looked down and saw the long hair on his shoulders and said, "Nanyi, I'd better cut my hair."

"I told you I don't want you..."

"I want to cut your hair with you." Nanke narrowed his eyes.

Nan Yi blinked, looked at her and asked, "Then if I die one day, will you die with me?"

"Ah."

The sound came out of my throat without thinking.

A dodder flower that accidentally germinates together with another seed, whether it is a grass or a sapling, will fall if it loses its support.

Just like what southern Italy means to her.

"You're kidding," Nan Yi's lips curved even further, and she leaned forward, "Nan Ke, just stay with me."

The slow chuckle seemed to be imperceptibly tightening the iron ring around his neck, being easily pulled and pulled by the bewitched chain.

Can't help but agree.

Another "um" was about to escape from the nasal cavity, and an irritated tut suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Stupid woman."

With this sound, the perception of dreams and reality became clear again.

Nanke was startled, pushed Nanyi away, and looked around.

Skirmishers? !

where is he? !

"Don't you want to, Nanke?" Nanyi was shocked.

"I..." Nanke came back to his senses and looked at her. Halfway through his words, he pursed his lower lip and gave a slight smile, "I haven't finished my homework yet. I just went to the hospital for a day. You are also very tired. First, Go and rest."

"Well..." Nan Yi glanced at her inquiringly, frowned, and turned to go to bed.

The study and bedroom were integrated, and between the two side-by-side beds was a household IV stand. Nanke followed her and skillfully helped her hook up the drip. After confirming that there was no problem, he sat back at the table and continued to work on the questions.

The tear stains on the blank lines had dried, leaving only the smudged ink and a small piece of uneven paper. Nan Ke copied the answer on the spent handwriting and glanced at the next math question, but his heart was filled with confusion. Thinking.

Was that an illusion just now?

Why did I suddenly hear the sound of skirmishers?

The door was knocked twice. Nanke turned his head. Before he could get up, people from outside had already walked in.

It's the father.

He looked unhappy, looked around the room, and asked Nanke, "Is Nanyi asleep?"

Nanke nodded.

"Come out for a moment." The father said these words, turned around and went out again.

The door was not closed, and a crack in the door was ajar, urging her silently.

Nanke stared at the darkness on the other side of the crack in the door for several seconds before getting up and following him out.

Father and mother were sitting side by side on the sofa in the living room.

One had his arms crossed, the other was drinking water, and his expression was invariably stern.

Seeing Nanke come out, her mother frowned and placed the water glass on the glass coffee table in front of her, next to a pair of scissors.

"I heard that you were asked to cut your hair, so you contradicted your mother?" The father next to her spoke first, his cold eyes seeming to have her nailed to the gallows from head to toe.

Nanke lowered his eyes and heard his mother say again.

"It's not like I want you to draw blood and remove a kidney. It's just a few hairs, but you still can't bear to part with it? Do you think Nan Yi won't be sad if she shaves her head? She is sensible and not willful. What about you? As a sister, you are not considerate at all towards your sister. !”

"Listen carefully, Nanke. Regarding hair, I don't mean that you have to do something for your sister. Little girls are a bit vain, and we understand that, but look at how disappointed your mother is in you! This You must take a stand on this matter!"

Then there was a knock on the table: "Cut it yourself."

Nanke pursed his lips, not looking at them, and resisted with silence.

Being willing to do so and being forced to do so are two different things.

Hair is obviously her own thing...

A pair of legs suddenly came forward. Nanke was stunned for a moment, then his arms were grabbed and he was forcefully pushed onto the sofa from behind.

"I'm your mother! There's nothing about you that I didn't give birth to and raise! Not to mention your hair, you have to endure it even if it costs you your life!"

Nanke struggled to turn around, and the open scissors blade glowed with cold light and stabbed straight down at the back of his neck!

"right!"

A voice sounded out of thin air again.

The sound was so familiar that Nanke did it without thinking. He propped up his body and rolled to the side. The open blade of the scissors rubbed against his sleeve and plunged deeply into the sofa below.

"Six o'clock, grab it."

The voice of skirmishers sounded again.

Nanke raised his hand and grabbed it backwards, but his direction was not accurate enough. He only hit his mother's arm and failed to grab the scissors. Her mother was startled, and the scissors slipped from her loose fingers and fell to the ground with a clang.

"Hey, useless guy."

Nanke looked around, trying to find the source of the sound, but to no avail.

But this is definitely not an illusion. She made up her mind.

Because Skirmisher's words really helped her.

Could it be that he is watching somewhere?

"Nanke, are you going to rebel?!" My father stood up and shouted.

Nanke looked at the two people in front of him. His father's face was twisted with anger, and his mother still looked frightened, staring at her in disbelief.

"Just cut it off, right?" Nanke stood up, picked up the scissors on the ground, grabbed the long hair on the back of his head with one hand, and made a "click" sound, "Is this enough?"

The hair softly brushed against his arm, Nanke did not lower his head, his expression was cold.

After a while, a satisfied smile appeared on the mother's face: "Wouldn't it be great if you were so obedient?"