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

At this age, do you still need to cook raw rice?

Nanke remained doubtful until the old man sat on the bench and pinched his knees in pain, while the old woman was busy with the old sisters on the stove not far away.

Nanke silently wished his grandfather good luck in his heart.

"Nanke," the wanderer came back and sat down next to her, and asked, "Would you like some juice?"

Nanke looked away and took the cup from him: "Thank you."

After preparing the ingredients, Nanke is responsible for guarding the grill during the cooking process.

She put the cup to her mouth, turned over the wilted skewers in front of her, and suddenly smelled an unusual sweetness.

Nanke lowered his eyes and saw milky white liquid sloshing around his lips.

"Date palm juice?" Nanke took a sip, and it was really sweet.

The wanderer was raising his hand to smell the scent on his palm. When he heard her ask, his cheeks turned red and he answered, "Yes."

Is this an apology for hitting her, or is he taking revenge on Zaoyang for her?

Nanke couldn't help but curl his lips.

The wanderer stared at her soft side face, suddenly took off the bamboo hat, held it in his arms, rubbed against her, and softly shouted: "Nanke."

"Huh?" Nanke put the cup aside.

He put his hands around his knees, tilted his head and leaned against her arm, lowered his eyes and said, "I miss you so much."

The young man's voice was low and clear, and the slight crackling of the charcoal fire was like a bubbling spring.

It's overwhelming.

After saying this, the wanderer still lowered his head, the ends of his eyes slightly raised, his transparent purple eyes immersed in the warm and calm firelight.

It seemed as if just successfully saying this to her would be enough to satisfy him.

Nanke pursed his lips slightly.

After a long time, he asked: "Have you met anyone special in these years?"

"Many, many," the wanderer replied, pausing for a moment, "the most special one, besides you, is a child."

Nanke tended the charcoal fire and listened to his story.

"When we met, he was a very sickly child. When we parted, he was even sicker than when we met. We met under the red maple tree. When I said the last words to him, the spring cherry blossoms floated into the house..."

Nanke knew that child.

But I haven't seen the child.

To the skirmishers, it was an inescapable betrayal, a heart of tin in ashes.

He clearly took her on a journey, but did not go to meet the child. Did he leave this encounter to the wanderer?

Nanke suddenly felt a little tight in his chest.

"That was the first time I learned about life and death," the wanderer said. "I watched his breath fall and heard his heartbeat stop, but I could do nothing. I could only cremate him like the villagers taught me. Burn down the entire thatched hut where the sick people lived.”

"That child taught me the most important thing in my life," the wanderer pressed his forehead against Nanke's arm, "So, Nanke, don't underestimate your life even in a dream."

I thought that if the skirmishers were not there, they would not be lectured.

Unexpectedly, he was scolded by the wanderer in a roundabout way.

"I know." Nanke rubbed his hair helplessly, "I won't do it again."

The wanderer raised his face, looked at her and smiled lightly.

"After sitting here for so long, it's time to find someone to replace you." Nanke put the almost heated barbecue into the iron basin, picked up the coconut juice and stood up, "Shall we go eat too?"

The wanderer put on his hat again: "Okay."

As Wanderer says, he certainly doesn't draw attention to himself.

When they sat on the picnic cloth to eat together, unless Nanke deliberately pushed the topic to him, no one even talked to him.

Rather, the sense of existence is so low that it is outrageous.

If he hadn't occasionally taken the initiative to talk to Nanke, even Nanke himself would often forget that there was someone beside him.

I don't know if it's good or bad.

"Nanke," the wanderer tugged on Nanke's clothes and reminded him, "the sun is setting."

Nanke came back to his senses and looked at the mountains to the west.

The ridgeline has been gilded with a layer of gold.

It's time to return.

The mercenaries helped pack away the debris, and about an hour later, everyone boarded the carriage.

The rain suddenly poured down.

Without any warning, there was only the noisy sound of rain all around, as if it was falling deliberately to block the convoy.

Grandpa said, wait until dark.

Is it really him?

Nanke turned his head uneasily and met the gaze of the wanderer sitting next to him.

The wanderer nodded silently.

Nanke clenched his fingers and unclenched them. He breathed a long sigh of relief and decided to wait and see what would happen.

The rain was so heavy that the convoy had to stop. Soon, a mercenary came back from the front and loudly announced the itinerary in the car outside: "The mountain road ahead has collapsed and we can't go back! Stay here tonight!"

"How can we stay overnight in the wilderness!" someone shouted dissatisfied.

The complaints went unanswered. In short, the coachmen's calls rang out one after another, and the carriage drove towards the plantation again.

"What bad luck." The woman sitting opposite Nanke muttered.

After a while, he suddenly looked towards Nanke: "What's your name? Why do I seem to have never seen you before?"

Nanke raised his head in shock. The woman was looking at the wanderer with doubts in her eyes.

Because his extraordinary appearance caused a lot of troubles, even when he was sitting in a carriage, the wanderer habitually covered his face with a bamboo hat.

It's weird in reality, but this is in a dream.

The homeless man couldn't help lowering the brim of his hat with his hands and cast a look at Nanke for help.

"We are together," Nanke responded quickly and explained with a normal expression, "Don't you remember?"

"Really?" The woman frowned.

"Yes," the wanderer said softly.

The woman pinched her chin as if thinking. After a while, she shook her head. She looked like she couldn't remember but didn't care much, and looked out the window sadly again.

The rain miraculously stopped when the mercenaries set up their tents despite heavy raindrops and everyone got out of the car and put away their luggage.

There was a lot of cursing under the clear starry sky.

"Anyway, the mountain road won't be passable for a while, so let's just treat it as camping," the old man said cheerfully and comforted everyone with his hands behind his back. "Young people, please calm down, it's not good for your health."

A young man replied with a cup of ginger soup: "You are very generous. The plant specimens I finally collected are all wilted when I got home."

The old man smiled and said nothing, and walked slowly to a tent that had just been lit: "Old lady."

Nanke and the wanderer stood on the hillside not far away and witnessed the old man saying a few words in front of the tent, and then the old woman came out of the tent, and the two slowly left the camp side by side.

The night sky after the rain is as clear as water.

The starry Milky Way spans across the sky, rarely showing a trace of illusory beauty that can only be found in dreams.

As a scene of confession of love, it's quite romantic.

With this thought in mind, Nanke followed the two old men secretly with the wanderers around him.