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

Chapter 267: Combination in the Wind

The top of the hill next to the camp.

The slope is quite gentle, but it is still a lot of effort for the elderly and weak.

The old woman pulled a gauze scarf that was almost twisted into a hemp rope, and pulled the old man on the other end who was wheezing and almost out of breath. "My legs are almost useless, you damn ghost, phew... I finally came up, this time." Is there anything good to see up there?”

"You, please wait for me to take it easy..." The old man was out of breath.

The old woman pulled back the gauze scarf with force, frowning and smoothing out the wrinkles on the gauze.

"I hope grandpa can succeed." Under the shadow of a tree not far away, the wanderer looked at them.

"Success? What does it mean?" Lambaris finally found a chance to come out for air and sat in his arms and asked curiously.

"Reunited," Nanke replied, looking back and catching a glimpse of Lambaris' increasingly confused expression, and further explained, "Human beings form families for various reasons, and family members also separate from each other for various reasons. . When we get back together after being separated, we call it getting back together."

"Getting back together!" Lambaris was inexplicably happy and looked up at the Wanderer, "It's a good thing to get back together. Lambaris likes getting back together!"

"Lambaris, keep your voice down..." The wanderer squeezed its head in embarrassment.

If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have said anything about Nanke to it...

"Ang?" Lambaris tilted his head.

Not knowing what to say, the wanderer lowered his eyes and sighed quietly.

With some caution, he raised his eyes and looked at Nanke.

Under the stars, the silver light illuminated her face. Her eyes were focused on the distance without blinking. Her expression was calm and gentle, but she didn't take Lambaris' words to heart.

The wanderer pursed his lips.

A bit of loneliness dissipated with the breeze blowing through the bamboo hat curtain.

On the hill, the old man straightened his back again and listed the necessity of family reorganization on the grounds of his son's academic future.

The old woman raised her eyebrows and twirled the silk scarf in her hand: "That's it?"

"...In short, we are parents and we must take a long-term view for our future generations." The old man's arrogance dropped a bit, "You should think about it."

"For the unfilial son who has forgotten his mother, what should I do for him?" The old woman snorted and looked at the winding stars in the sky.

The old man waited uneasily for a while: "If you have a wife you like, just pretend I didn't tell you."

"There is your mother."

After another silence, the old man said coquettishly: "Ahem, I wrote something, please listen to me read it."

The old woman gave him a strange look.

The old man cleared his throat, took out a leaf from his coat pocket, and adjusted his glasses.

I was about to speak with all my strength, when I was suddenly dumbfounded.

The hotel did not provide pen and paper, so he could only write by grabbing a green leaf with an eye rim from a potted plant.

There are a total of more than ten lines of poetry written in small characters.

Now, they are all mixed together in the night.

Where can I see clearly?

"Uh..." The old man hesitated.

"Huh?" The old woman gloated.

The scene of a car rollover and death.

The old man buried his head in shame, wishing he could find a crack in the ground and plunge into it.

Suddenly.

He saw fluorescent stars rising among the wet weeds at his feet.

There are countless light algae floating on the surface of the water like waves.

Golden yellow, fluorescent green.

In harmony with the stars in the sky.

The wilderness that stretches as far as the eye can see is astonishingly majestic.

The wanderer looked at this strange scene in surprise: "Nanke, this is...!"

"Shh." Nanke pulled the corner of his sleeve.

The gold of the rock element and the green of the grass element were quietly flowing in her distant pupils.

The mountain wind blows the poem that comes from the light: "I looked and said nothing, only the lilies swaying in the wind; I listened, and only felt in my heart..."

Everything is silent and a mystery.

After the old man finished reciting poems, for a long time, the old woman stretched out her hand to hold the light spot in front of her, spread her empty palms, and asked: "Am I dreaming?"

The old man's hand holding the leaves was so nervous that he was sweating: "Even if it's a dream...are you willing to agree?"

"You're already halfway into the coffin, and you're still as sour as when you were young..." The old woman looked at him, stopped mid-sentence, frowned for a while, and turned away, "Seeing that you are so sincere. Come on, I will... reluctantly promise you one more time."

In this way, the dream will end. Nanke thought happily.

"Ha!" The old man also clapped his thighs happily.

"But." The old woman turned around and said.

"Are there any conditions?!"

"To that unfilial son...I mean our son, are you serious about the blind date?"

"Of course it's true!"

"What do you think of the girl by the river today? She's the right age and has a good temperament. I think..."

"Obviously I have just taken care of my own affairs." A complaining mutter came from Nanke's ear.

She looked sideways at the Wanderer.

The eyes that have not yet faded are extremely bright, set against the black eyebrows and eyelashes, and are almost inhumanly beautiful, showing a transparency that can see through all hidden emotions.

The wanderer hurriedly lowered his head to avoid her gaze.

But his thoughts are actually written on his face.

Relief after learning that Nanke had nothing to do with the children.

Every time I look up, she is always the first thing I look at.

Let’s tell him now about the matter with the skirmishers.

Nanke let go of the hand holding his sleeve: "I..."

The surrounding light suddenly dimmed.

The words were interrupted by silence.

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