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

"Crack!"

A bright purple arc flashed, and the street lamp above suddenly exploded. The night drew a deep ravine between the stragglers and the wanderers.

Nanke immediately grabbed the straggler's hand and said, "The country collapses!"

The patience of skirmishers has always been limited.

He stared at the wanderer standing on the other side of the darkness, his eyes naked and unabashed, coveting the people around him, his eyes dangerous: "Don't tell me you can't read his mind."

"...I know." Nanke lowered his voice and clenched his hands tighter, "Can you let me talk to him alone?"

The feelings of others are extremely precious.

If possible, she would also like to respond well.

However, some positions are good around you and in your heart.

There's just enough room for one person.

This time, it was up to her to make it clear.

The skirmisher looked back and glanced at her from the corner of his eye: "You..."

"What's going on? What's going on?" Dissia's hearty laugh came from behind, with a tone that said it was nothing serious to watch, "In this tense atmosphere, who are you going to fight when the country collapses..."

"Fight" stuck in her mouth. Disiya saw clearly the young man standing opposite the stragglers, and she was stunned, "Am I dazzled? Two countries collapsed??!"

"Dishiya?" Dina Zedei saw this strangely and came up from behind.

Then came Tinari and Senor.

Several incredible sights wandered back and forth between the skirmishers and the wanderers.

The skirmisher's clenched fists were loosened, and he let them see him openly, and he only let out a light laugh at the wanderer.

"Alien", "odd person", "wanderer".

For a guy who knows he is not allowed to live in the world, the most unbearable thing is the eyes of others.

As he expected.

Seeing the large number of people on their side, the wanderer's expression became visibly nervous.

What's strange is that even though his whole body was stiff and his lips were biting tightly, he was still nailed there without flinching.

moment.

"Go ahead." The soldier raised his chin slightly, "Remember to get the flowers back."

He would like to see.

This inexperienced doll.

What stupid things can he do.

Nanke breathed a sigh of relief, straightened his expression, let go of the skirmisher's hand, and walked towards the wanderer.

Nanke tried his best to look kind.

When the wanderer saw her approaching, he immediately turned his attention away from the skirmishers, curled his eyes, and hurried towards her: "Nanke!"

The boy's pace tended toward a trot, and he raised his arms toward her.

"Wanderer."

The moment before the hug, Nanke took half a step back in time.

Without the one he was embracing, the wanderer's arms froze in the air.

Nanke... called him this for the first time.

A wanderer lives in isolation and wanders all his life.

In fact, Nan Ke felt from the bottom of his heart that this name was not suitable for Zan Li's doll.

But she also knew in her heart that his wandering days were coming to an end soon.

"What a coincidence, Wanderer." Nanke looked at the stunned expression of the young man in front of him and smiled like a friend.

"No..." Wanderer clasped his fingers and slowly lowered his hand, "Didn't we make an appointment? I will definitely come to see you."

Nanke smiled bitterly and did not answer.

"Why do you need Nanke's permission to talk to me?" As she watched her like this, a slight resentment boiled in her purple eyes. The wanderer slightly pursed his lower lip and directed his resentment towards the stragglers behind Nanke, "I Is it because he is watching that I can’t hug you?”

As soon as their eyes met, the soldier squinted his eyes and showed a cold look on his face.

But the Rangers were not afraid of him.

I have known for a long time that this person is scary and vicious.

Nanke must have suffered a lot of bullying when traveling with him...

"Because Guobeng and I are lovers."

Nanke saw the wanderer's anger in his eyes and answered.

The wanderer opened his eyes wide in surprise.

"Do you know what lovers mean?" Nanke watched his eyes slowly move, and his eyes fell back on her, reflecting the light of the night, and he trembled in disbelief, "They are people who accompany each other and like each other."

The wanderer murmured: "But he is..."

"I'm very happy to meet you again, Wanderer," Nanke suppressed the urge to stroke his hair, knowing enough, and changed the subject, "However, I am planning to go to dinner with my friends now. Okay, please Will you give me the flowers back?"

A very soft tone.

A very gentle expression.

It’s also full of alienation and distance.

The wanderer looked away and lowered his eyelashes deeply.

"Wanderer?" Nanke asked.

The wanderer put on the hat again, pressed his fingers on the edge of the hat, stood in silence for a long time, took a breath, then raised his face to look at her, a smile spread across his brows: "...Okay."

He took out a small palm-sized object from his arms, put it together with Patishalan in the other hand, and held it up to her: "Nanke, this is the gift I prepared for you, the gift of reunion."

The young man's tone was soft and solemn.

The light was not clear, so Nanke looked at the blurry ball in his palm and hesitated.

The sight of the skirmisher behind her was piercing, and she could clearly sense it without turning around, but the wanderer looked very well-mannered after hearing her words, and was also very hurt.

Nanke stretched out his hand: "Thank you."

The corners of Wanderer's mouth moved slightly, as if they were about to rise.

However, Nanke only took the flower from his hand.

The young man's open palms trembled.

"I'm sorry, I can't accept it," Nanke sighed, "Wanderer, I should..."

"Well, see you another day."

The unspoken goodbyes were preempted.

Nanke raised his eyes and saw the wanderer's eyes were curved, with the glimmer of light hidden under the long eyelashes.

"See you another day." Then Nanke also smiled.

She turned and walked back.

When he returned to the skirmishers, Nanke couldn't help but look back.

The wanderer lowered his head and held the unsent gift against his chest, his expression lost in the darkness.

Everyone looked at Nanke with curiosity or teasing.

The two young men look like they were carved out of the same mold, which makes people think a lot about them.

"What are you looking at?" The skirmishers glanced at them one by one, "Aren't you going to have a dinner party?"

"Ahem," Tinari was the first to react. He cleared his throat and nodded with a smile, "Yes, that's right, let's have a dinner together. Let's go. I've been hungry after watching the show all night."

"Didn't you tell me you were hungry?" Seno frowned and turned to another intersection with Tinari.

Tinari said haha ​​and laughed twice.

Disiya wanted to ask, but she swallowed her words when she saw the sullen look on Nanke's face as soon as the skirmishers left.

The skirmisher pulled Nanke and walked at the back, looking at the back of the person in front of him, his lips pursed tightly.

It should be said that we are grateful for the dull five senses of human beings.

Thank you for the deep darkness tonight.

Nanke didn't know what the gift in the wanderer's hands was.

But the skirmishers saw clearly——

That's a Lanaro puppet.

The handmade little puppets have detailed stitching and are lively and cute.

Because Nanke couldn't see Lanna Luo, he specially made such a thing to please her.

...It's simply abominable.

It was clearly just himself, a mere ineffective person.