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

The brilliant fireworks that filled the eyes were momentarily silent.

The small flame in his hand burned upwards, falling light ashes, and the strange and clean breath of the opposite sex came closer, gently touching the fox mask on the side of Nanke's head.

It was a humble and tender kiss.

Nanke opened his eyes wide.

Kamisato Ayato...

Nanke suddenly jumped in the opposite direction: "Mr. Ayato...!"

Kamisato Ayato's lips curved and he looked at her gently.

That was a rare and solemn expression that was different from the past.

He means it.

Nan Ke felt like a lump in her throat, remembering what Toma said in the tea room, thinking of Linghua's strange behavior when she invited her, and thinking of the journey tonight.

——Only she herself didn't realize it until now.

Nanke has never been good at dealing with deep-thinking people.

Emotional matters were so complicated that it was difficult for her to sort them out.

Everyone has different thoughts.

but.

If even the appeal to the heart is full of calculations, like a spider weaving beautiful traps layer by layer, it deceives her here.

No matter how impeccable this handsome smiling face is.

All Nanke could feel was embarrassment and fear.

Feelings are not something that can be calculated.

At the same time, what appeared in front of Nanke's eyes was the face of the skirmisher.

Nanke lowered his head and held his chest, where his heart was pounding: "I'm sorry!"

She turned around and ran away.

She looked like she had no idea that he would like her.

Ayato Kamisato watched her squeeze through the crowd and run away, sighed, and leaned back against the cold railing with a helpless and bitter smile: "I thought being the first person to say I loved her would give her a chance to impress her. Woolen cloth."

After all, Guobeng had never spoken love to her.

In the panic, the fireworks that were abandoned on the ground were extinguished, leaving only a wisp of gray smoke. The excitement in the sky continued. Kamisato Ayato raised his head and let the bustling scene cover up the waves in his heart.

Whatever.

At least for a moment, her heart beat for him.

……

Huge flames rose and exploded in the air, and there were shouts of surprise and smiles everywhere.

The skirmishers stood among the crowd, but they only felt as cold as falling into an ice cave.

He overestimated himself.

Watch them walking side by side.

Watching her being put on a mask by hand.

Like a carefree girl, walking among the trees and flowers with sweets in her hands.

That was a trivial thing he would never think of doing for her, by his side.

Separated by a gap between the lights and the mortal world, on the far side, Nanke, who looked up at the fireworks, was kissed with a kiss of love.

The skirmisher turned away sharply.

This is the consequence of forcing yourself to do something you are not good at.

He closed his eyes tightly and backed away.

The turmoil between the Eye Hunting Order and the Suoguo Order has passed, and the war with Kaiji Island has also ceased fire and made peace.

Although for ordinary people who have no chance to see the Eye of God, it is just that there are fewer lost foreigners on the streets and more high-spirited soldiers returning home, but the grand fireworks, which are rare in several years, are still worthy of celebration.

Mr. Tsubakiya, who runs the umbrella house, also scheduled his wedding to his fiancée on this night.

Witnessed by the relatives of both parties, Chunwu held the hand of his wife, who was dressed in white, and completed the wedding ceremony together. Facing the bright light of the first wave of fireworks, she walked towards the guests who raised their heads in admiration at the banquet.

"I wish you a happy marriage!" Neighbors who were invited to the wedding held their hands in blessing.

Chunya responded with a smile, said a few nice words as usual, toasted each other, and walked to the next table.

The banquet was held at a familiar restaurant on the street. A few minutes ago it was still crowded and bustling, but as the fireworks festival began, most of the pedestrians flocked to the stone stairs at the bottom of the city, and the streets decorated with lights and colorful lights were perfectly empty.

"A happy marriage for a hundred years", "growing old together", "having a precious son early".

I don't know if he was attracted by these blessing words, but a lonely shadow passed by the deserted street and stopped to look over.

Chunya was held by his wife's sleeve: "Is this someone you know?"

The dark purple-haired boy's beautiful face turned against the swaying lanterns on the street. The upper corners of his eyes were deeply red, and his eyes were filled with a sense of loneliness and brokenness.

Of course I know Chunya.

Rather, it's a bit embarrassing.

He is not young yet, and before he made a matchmaking decision with his new wife, he had a mentality of "just give it a try and it will work out" and even tried to get close to this guy's sister.

Although before he could say anything clearly, the spark was extinguished by the vicious words from this seemingly quiet and well-behaved younger brother.

Chunwu hesitated for a moment, then thought that today was his wedding, so he walked up with the cup in hand: "Guobeng, long time no see! Want to have a wedding drink?"

The skirmisher glanced at Chunwu's traditional wedding clothes and moved his lips: "Are you getting married?"

"Yes." Chunya poured a glass of wine and handed it to him happily, "You should be old enough to drink, right?"

"Ha." The soldier chuckled and took the glass of wine with lowered eyes, "Happy wedding."

A marriage that is less than a hundred years old is not sincere.

It is really ridiculous for human beings to combine for the sole purpose of reproducing offspring.

Putting the wine glass to his lips, the skirmisher suddenly paused.

Yes.

How could he forget.

Offspring.

If combined with a real human being, she would also have offspring.

That was different from him, a family that was truly connected by blood.

Nan Ke's dream family.

…There’s no going back.

Why rely on his endless lifespan to wait for her to change her mind?

Can't go back.

"The country collapsed?" Chunwu asked confusedly when he saw that the stragglers were holding up the glass of wine and still didn't drink it.

The skirmisher slowly raised his head and opened his eyes wide. The fragmented light flashed strongly in them, and they were all strange and strange, almost condensing into a ball and falling down.

The thin copper wine glass fell on the blue paving stone, a firework rose into the sky, its bright bloom covered the sound of falling to the ground, and the skirmisher turned around suddenly.

"Why--!"

Chunya's voice fell far behind.

The skirmishers were as fast as flying.

unbearable.

unbearable.

unbearable.

Absolutely not.

absolute……

Under the stars and rain of fireworks, hydrangeas bloom quietly.

The crowd was still chatting and laughing, but Nan Ke and Kamisato Ayato were no longer there.

The skirmisher put his hand on the wall beside him, his back slowly arched, and his voice trembled: "Ha...haha...hahahaha..."

The fireworks have gone cold.

In the dark back alley, three drunkards walked shoulder to shoulder, staggering forward carrying the belongings they had snatched during the chaos.

The one walking against the wall suddenly tripped over something and staggered: "Holy crap! What the hell!"

"What are you yelling about!" the leader of the drunkards yelled and belched.

Squinting, I saw a shadow sitting at the base of the wall with its head bowed in the dim night.

He was motionless, and most likely he was a drunken hooligan.

The drunkard threw the loot to his accomplices at the rear, stumbled up to him, tore off the other person's collar, and reached inside: "Let me see if there is any oil or water..."

There was something long and hard in the pocket between the thin clothing.

The drunk man took it out and looked at the sky.

On the cold golden base, there is a dark purple gemstone.

I can't tell what it is, but it must be good stuff.

The drunkard grinned: "Pick him up and turn him over!"

So two other drunkards also came around and grabbed the man's arms, one on the left and the other on the right.

He was a slender boy, and it weighed almost nothing when he lifted it up and pressed it against the wall.

A touch of cloud dispersed, the hazy starlight fell, and there was another pair of beautiful purple gems, shining brightly.

The drunk man was stunned.

No. Not a gem.

are the eyes.

The same beautiful purple color as the treasure he just took out, cold and distant, watching them silently.

At the same time, the face reflected in the dim light.

Ice skin and jade color, as beautiful as picturesque.

The drunken man was so drunk that he had no time to think about why the other party was sober but was at their mercy. He was attracted by the beautiful face and couldn't help but get closer and look at her: "Woman?"

"Male, big brother!" Another drunkard slapped the other person's half-open white chest.

The drunk man frowned, looked at the face that was too beautiful to be true, and reached out to touch the other person's lower body.

It's also flat.

The drunk man's eyes widened in surprise, then he pointed at him and laughed: "Hahaha, brother, why don't you?"

After a moment: "Oh - I know! I'm useless, I was dumped by a woman, let's come here to drink away my sorrows!"

The other two drunkards also laughed together.

The skirmishers looked at them calmly.

Don't want to pay attention.

Let them be.

Anyway, that's right... right.

The long eyelashes like crow feathers raised slightly, then fell down, covering her emotions.

"It's a pity to have such a face." The drunkard said again, pinching the skirmisher's delicate and sharp jaw, and raising his face, with no evil thoughts in his eyes.

"Brother." The drunkard holding the soldier's left arm licked his lips, full of hints.

The drunkard laughed evilly, almost sticking to the face of the straggler: "Little beauty, it doesn't matter if you can't be a man, how about you and me having a good time?"

It's clear that no one wants to pay attention to him, as long as he leaves wisely, it will be good for everyone.

The dirty smell and rough breath came close to his eyes as if seeking death.

"happy?"

The skirmisher repeated his words, raised the end of his eyes slightly, and gave a harmless smile, "Okay."