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

"Ouch!"

The carriage jolted heavily, and the woman on the opposite side was so painful that her facial features were twisted, and she covered her mouth that was complaining just a second ago.

When Nanke woke up, he was a little confused.

Is she asleep?

There was no time to think about it, and the carriage shook violently, making Nanke's brain like a ball of paste. Nanke held on to the wall of the carriage beside him, trying to maintain his balance.

The carriage finally reached its destination and the terrible bumps stopped.

Nanke lowered his eyes and rubbed his temples, when a dazzling light suddenly flashed before his eyes.

It was the person in front who got out of the car, and the void terminal next to his ears reflected the light in the sun.

Almost forgot.

Nanke raised his hand across his ear and took off the small machine.

After getting out of the car, the breeze blew on my face.

The sky has cleared, a rainbow has passed over the distant stream, and the thoughts before falling asleep resurface one by one.

Nanke planned to leave here while he was out today.

Based on the terrain you checked from the terminal in advance, you can use the waterfall at the end of the stream.

Before leaving completely, Nanke still wanted to see the children again.

She wandered around for a while, and when everyone had almost dispersed, she turned around and walked towards the children's carriage, but she bumped into a familiar figure beside the carriage.

The young man wearing a blue lotus hat leaned against the carriage, raised his hand to support the white and green radish-like creature on his shoulder, and lowered his head slightly.

Black gauntlets and leggings are worn on the slender wrists and ankles.

Those are the ornaments used to cover up the ball joints of the doll.

Nanke couldn't help but quicken his pace towards him: "The country collapsed, why did you...!"

After taking two steps, he suddenly stopped.

No, this outfit...

"Who is Guobeng?"

The young man raised his head when he heard the sound, looked at her from a few steps away, and repeated the words she said in surprise.

Nanke was stunned.

The young man looked at her expression, raised the corners of his lips, and smiled as brightly as a purple magnolia: "Nan Ke, I am a wanderer."

Nanke's heart seemed to be squeezed gently and slowly by his smile.

She seemed to...know who he was.

Wanderer, Lanaro, dreamland.

The wanderer and Lanaro on his shoulder told Nanke everything about this place.

The sudden amount of information was difficult for Nanke to digest.

"Little Nala is the proof." Lambaris pointed to the carriage beside him.

The wanderer climbed into the carriage and drew back the curtain.

Inside the car were three sleeping children.

With Lambaris's touch, his figure gradually rippled, giving off a sense of unreality between reality and reality.

As soon as Lambaris took back his hand, he returned to his original position.

"In other words, they didn't fall asleep?" Nanke looked at the children's flushed sleeping faces and felt a heavy weight drop in his heart.

"No." Lambaris replied.

"Last time, Nanke asked exactly the same thing." The wanderer laughed.

Nanke turned her head, her beautiful eyebrows under the bamboo hat were curved. She was stunned for two seconds and couldn't help but laugh: "Really?"

"You asked Lambaris what it would be like to jump into the waterfall again."

Nanke felt guilty: "Uh..."

Like something she would say.

"I won't let you do that," the wanderer jumped off the carriage, came to her, and said solemnly, "Nanke, I will definitely let you leave here."

An overly serious expression gives people the illusion of being taken seriously.

"Thank you." Nanke raised her hand, wanting to touch his head out of habit, but the back of her fingers touched the bamboo hat, so she had to turn to rub his frown, comforting him with a smile, "We will definitely leave here. "

Last time, they found the wrong owner of the dream.

With such lessons learned, we cannot expect the dream to end in a short period of time.

In this way, Nanke needs a way to maintain memory in the dream cycle.

Otherwise, she would have to wait for the wanderer to find her every time before she would realize that the situation was not good.

"Raising dream seeds," Lambaris said, "should be possible."

Nanke was walking on the way to pull radishes, holding a bamboo basket in his left hand. He raised his right hand after hearing the words, letting the rock elements condense into sand in the palm of his hand. At the same time, small green seeds also appeared above: "You only need these two things." Already?"

Lambaris nestled in the wanderer's bamboo hat: "The legend says so, but should it be sunshine, rain and dew?"

"Lambaris," Nanke opened his fingers and frowned as the sand slipped into the weeds on the roadside. "Just in case, let me ask first - I have never raised flowers. If they die, can they be regrown?" Come?"

Lambaris: "...?"

The wanderer said uncertainly: "The relics of the previous grass god should be easy to maintain, right?"

Nan Ke was silent and stared at the weak and helpless grass seed in his hand: "..."

In the radish field.

"You want to plant flowers?" The uncle was working in the field. When he saw the two new young people pulling radishes and discussing in a low voice about the growth of radishes, he said cheerfully, "Why don't you ask Aladdin?"

"Ah, Aladdin?" Nanke was stunned.

"His wife is from the Bioscientology sect and often helps the scholars of the Bioscientology sect take care of the experimental fields." The uncle threw the newly unearthed radish into the bamboo basket and stretched his waist. "It's definitely a good idea to ask him for help."

Nanke stood up straight in surprise: "Thank you!"

"Finish pulling out your row of radishes first." The uncle pursed his lips and motioned to the lush radish seedlings at her feet.

Finally got the job done.

Nanke and the wanderer found Aladdin in the wilderness far away from the crowd.

"Is this Mr. Aladdin?" Nanke greeted the young man squatting on the ground digging grass.

"Who?!" The young man was startled and raised his head.

The Aladdin in Nanke's imagination was a man with an oval face and a wheat complexion wearing a turban.

I have to say that it is mixed with certain stereotypes.

This Aladdin is not exactly the same, at least it has nothing to do with it.

He is fair and fair, a little thin, wearing a straw hat, and has a very gentle face.

Very introverted and gentle.

Aladdin saw Nanke clearly, and then looked at the well-behaved wanderer behind her.

Aladdin blushed furiously.

"You, what are you looking for me for?" Aladdin asked stammering.

"We want to grow flowers, but we have no experience," Nanke squatted down beside him and asked warmly, "Can you please give us some guidance?"

"Guide? That's too flattering to me," Aladdin breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hands shyly, "Of course, but, uh, as you can see, I'm a little busy right now..."

Aladdin is looking for a flower called Piboya.

It is said to be a rare purple succulent with large hollow sepals, white petals and long yellow stamens.

This flower was seen nearby before the land was cleared for plantations.

The name of the flower was somewhat familiar, but I wasn't impressed.

Nanke frowned and thought about it, unable to remember where he had heard it.

"Let us help you," the Wanderer bent down and smiled at Aladdin, "I know this flower."

Not long after the rain stopped, the grass was still wet.

Aladdin was diligently pulling at the weeds at the other end. Nanke let go of the small purple flower he had found in his hand and stood up, looking around.

So hard to find.

This season, there are wild flowers everywhere, especially the countless missing roses, which are also purple. I keep looking for them one after another, not knowing when I will find them.

It is even possible that the Piboya here has actually become extinct.

Think so.

There is no other way but to keep looking.

Nanke exhaled, lowered his head and walked forward slowly, his eyes still wandering among the dense grass blades.

The wanderer walked behind her and looked at her searching back: "Nanke really won't give up easily."

Nanke turned around.

The dewdrops reflected bright spots of light and fell on the inside of the bamboo hat, illuminating the young man's smiling face sweetly and innocently.

Nanke curled his lips helplessly, turned around and continued walking forward: "Actually, you have an idea, right?"

"Eh?" The wanderer made a surprised voice.

Weeds of different shades wetted her boots and skirt. Nanke lifted up the skirt and walked out for a while. He was grabbed by the hem of his clothes from behind: "...I'm sorry, it turns out you knew this a long time ago."

"I just want to watch Nanke picking flowers for a while longer," the wanderer said in a low voice, close to her back, put a light weight on the top of Nanke's hair, and then left, "Are you angry?"

Nanke raised his hand and touched his head. It felt cool and moist, and two purple petals fell down.

It's a garland.

"No," Nanke turned around, looked at him and said, "You know how to find flowers, but you just didn't say it right away. I'm not in a hurry. What's there to be angry about?"

The wanderer opened his eyes slightly and murmured in confusion: "But, it must be a very important thing..."

But he deliberately acted childishly to occupy her time.

Just because—thinking about the reason that even he thought was absurd—just because he expected to see her show more emotions for him.

It's as if you are soaking comfortably in the warm pool water, but you still want to test its bottom line.

Shouldn't he be reprimanded?

"Even if you do more mischief, I won't be angry." After saying such unclear words, Nanke smiled quietly at him, "Should we continue to search?"

she asked.

The satisfaction of being infinitely tolerant to the one who longs for you.

And at the same time, there was inexplicable disappointment, and some hollow feelings of loneliness.

Like unripe fruit, sweet and sour are mixed together in the wanderer's chest.

The Wanderer still doesn't know what that means.

So he raised a smile and shook his head, expressing only the satisfied side: "I'm not looking for it anymore."