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

Winter fifty years later.

The fine snow was flying, bypassing the light gauze curtain of the bamboo hat, and falling on Nanke's snow-white fur shawl.

Nanke lowered his head, holding the supplies he had just purchased in one hand, and grabbing the arm of the skirmisher with the other, and carefully landed on the withered yellow lawn beside the shrine.

This is their last outing of the year.

There will be no more markets after the winter on Ba Ying Island, and the supplies needed for the winter, including this time, are generally fully stocked.

"I'm finally back." The door of the shrine was opened, and a cat's head like a briquette came out, its emerald-gold eyes unblinking, "Let me wait for you."

"Bedzi, we're back." Nanke picked up the gauze curtain with a crooked look on his face, "I brought you Mu Tian Polygonum~"

Behind the bed, the cat gang invited by the cat boss from all over the island to spend the winter called out one after another.

"Tsk, that's why I don't like cats." The skirmisher also carried something in his hand, passed Nanke and entered the door, kicking them open one by one, "Get out of the way."

Nanke followed him, took off his bamboo hat under the eaves and patted the snow before walking in.

It was warm inside, and the skirmishers were taking off their snow-stained coats. Nanke handed Mu Tianliao to Fu Zi, put the package aside, and went to help him wipe his hair that was wet from the melting snow.

The dark purple hair was soft and brushed against the back of her hand coolly. The straggler's face under her eyes was still youthful and had not changed at all due to time.

The same goes for Nanke.

But time will still settle on people.

The thick fur shawl on her body was picked up by stragglers. At this time, half of her chin was sunk into the soft fur. The cheeks above her were glowing with a faint frosty red. Her eyes were black and white, and their glow was as soft as the air at this time. Gentle warmth.

The skirmisher watched for a while, then suddenly held Nanke's hand and pressed her into his arms.

"The country collapsed?" Nanke asked.

"On the way back," the skirmisher pinched the soft fur on her cheek and said with lowered eyes, "didn't we meet a wedding parade?"

Nanke blinked and remembered: "Yeah."

It must have been a wedding for a wealthy family. The queue was quite long, and they had to stand on the side of the road and wait for a while.

"Bai Wuguo seems to be pretty good too." The soldier looked at her and said.

"Me?" Nanke opened his eyes slightly.

"Otherwise?" The skirmisher laughed.

Bai Wugu is the wedding dress of Dao Wife.

what does it mean...

Thinking of this, Nanke's face blushed even more.

She couldn't stand the heat, so she lowered her head and buried her face in the arms of the stragglers. It took a long time before she spoke: "...Then, after next spring?"

"So impatient?"

"Didn't you mention it first?"

"It's not impossible."

Nanke: "..."

So angry.

She grabbed the skirt of the skirmisher's clothes and angrily began to output: "Thunder cannon, collapse bomb, arrogant purple mushroom..."

The skirmisher dug her out in a deep voice: "It's time to take care of her."

But time never leaves much room for people.

The first time Nanke fainted was when he had just finished eating and was putting away the dishes to wash the dishes.

My vision went dark without warning, and when I woke up again, I was already lying on the bed.

His breathing was inexplicably tight, and Nanke took a deep breath before supporting his body and sitting up.

The skirmisher was sitting next to her bed. When he heard the movement, he immediately looked over.

"Maybe it's because I didn't sleep well last night." Nanke smiled, but he didn't know how pale his face was now. "Guobeng, can you give me a glass of water?"

The skirmisher's face was as dark as water, and he stood up, but he rushed towards her and hugged her tightly.

Awang never came back.

Nanke was convinced that Awang was still alive, but he had more important things to do than meet his old friend.

Counting the time, it's almost here.

Nanke silently stroked the soldier's back and sighed silently.

The second time I fainted was when I was sitting on the top of the mountain behind the shrine admiring the snow.

Fatigue suddenly swept over him. Nanke leaned his head on the shoulder of the skirmisher and wanted to rest, but lost consciousness in an instant.

The third time she woke up, it was dusk. Suzi worriedly wondered if she had eaten too little recently. Only then did Nanke realize that she had slept all day and night and could not wake up no matter how hard she screamed.

"If I had known... I wouldn't have made such an agreement." The soldier looked at her, put his hands on his knees, and clenched them into fists.

He looked like he was holding back something.

"The country collapsed." Nanke's voice was soft, and he put his hand on the back of his knuckled hand, "It's just postponed."

"That's it?" Skirmisher repeated these two words.

"Can I make a wish to you?" Nanke closed his heavy eyelids and asked.

Skirmisher didn't answer her.

At this time, if he were asked to tell her that he likes her, he would probably agree, right?

Nanke's thoughts were wandering, thinking about the possible reactions of the skirmishers. He couldn't help but curled his lips and smiled, and gradually gave up the idea.

People cannot control their emotions, so they often have many wishes.

Like countless beautiful and fragile bubbles crowded on the water.

But at the moment when it can be realized, all the bubbles surge up uneasily, and the most important one will be like a bubble hidden deep in the water, with overwhelming momentum, opening up and seeing the sun.

"The first person I see," Nanke stroked the fingers of the skirmisher, slowly got in, and gently clasped, "I want it to be you."

people.

Never fulfill an agreement.

Never.

"……it is good."

Only he can.

Always will.

The snow in the severe winter fell on the roof, and it should have accumulated a thick layer. It was carried by the cold wind and sprinkled on the narrow window sill outside the paper window with a very slight sound.

Nanke's breathing dropped.

The palm covering the back of his hand was still warm. Sitting next to the skirmisher, Fuzi lowered his head in confusion and sniffed Nanke's nose: "Why isn't she breathing?"

The skirmisher's lips tightened.

His fingers were clenched too tightly, and he finally gritted his teeth to release his strength. When he lowered his head to hug her, the pain in his palms was already sharp enough to penetrate his bones.

From his fingertips to his throat to his constricted pupils, everything was trembling slightly.

It seemed like something was about to come out.

"Fool……"

Obviously I can agree to anything.

But he only mentioned this kind of thing, he had already decided... it was a small thing that he must do.

The transparent liquid came out of the corners of her eyes, dripped on Nanke's cheeks, followed the gentle curve of her face, and slowly sank into her temples.

Skirmisher lowered his head to kiss her.

When was the last time you shed tears?

Also in front of her.

But this time.

She won't hold him anymore.

The tips of their noses touched each other, and their lips, which wanted to press together more than ever, suddenly found nothing.

The force of the hug was too strong, and the presence in his arms suddenly disappeared. His two arms had no time to withdraw their strength and hit him. The skirmisher stared at the messy mattress, his back bent like an ice sculpture, frozen there.

"Nan Ke?" Fuzi jumped on the bed, turned around, sniffed again and again, then raised his tail and went to look outside, "Nan Ke, where have you been? Nan Ke -"

"Ah..." The soldier lowered his head, closed his eyes tightly, and hugged himself tightly.

It was as if he was trying to rub the air, which didn't even have any smell, into the bones and blood.