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

Huana Lanna.

Regardless of the season, day or night, the sky in Dreamland is always colorful.

Under the magnificent sky that only fairy tales can depict.

Nanke, dressed in a white dress, walked briskly by the lakeside covered with blue water lilies, holding an arm full of fresh fruits.

The moon lotus is in full bloom in the lake, and its golden stamens are pleasing to the eye.

In Huana Lanna, observing the opening and closing of the moon lotus is the only way to judge time.

This is the fourth day.

She and the skirmishers came here.

It was also the third day after she conveyed her wish to Nacida through a dream, and the soldiers fell into a deep sleep.

"The darling of the King of Grass, Nala with pure white wings~"

In front of a round stone house not far from the lake, Lan Naluo's most lovable sister waved to Nan Ke.

"Lampakati." Nanke walked over holding the fruit.

Human names are too complicated, and most Lanaro can't remember her name.

But luckily, she noted them down.

Lampakati was very happy when her name was called. She followed Nanke closely like a kitten and whispered as she entered the stone house.

"A song ago, Lambaris came back secretly and asked Rampacati to tell Nala, who has pure white wings, that the puppet is about to finish its pilgrimage and wants to meet."

There was a low wooden bed in the room. The delicate and beautiful boy was lying on the inside of the bed, surrounded by the flowers sent by the Lannaros. His brows and eyes were relaxed, and he was sleeping soundly.

Nanke raised his eyes to look at him, piled the fruits on the ground, and freed his hand to touch Rampacati's head.

"Thank you. I will consider it when Guobeng wakes up."

Rampakati left a sweet flower, turned around and left happily.

Lambaris helped the wanderer listen to the wall, but was punished by Huana Lanna's Dream Tree. He had to go to the desert with the wanderer to seek forgiveness from the aura before he could come back.

Nanko guessed that it was probably Nasida's mission to the wanderers.

A few days passed so quickly.

Nanke arranged the fruits and put the sweet flowers on the soldier's pillow. He lowered his head and kissed his forehead: "Have a good dream, the country will collapse."

It is different from the sleep that skirmishers had before.

This time, it was real, worry-free sleep.

This is Nanke's wish to Nasida.

Nanke has never been keen on making wishes. Most of the wishes that people hope to be fulfilled by gods can actually be fulfilled by their own efforts, while those wishes that cannot be realized are often just fantasies that are divorced from reality.

If you have to make a wish, you only get one chance.

Nanke hopes that it is for the most important person to her, the place where she is most powerless.

Someone who hasn’t slept with him in a thousand years.

The first dream was predictably long.

Nanke was not in a hurry.

She gently checked the straggler's injuries and made sure they were recovering well. She tucked him in, picked some fruits, and went out to share with the Lannaros.

A few more days passed.

People trapped in long dreams finally wake up.

The first thing to return is the sense of touch.

Physical pain wakes people up immediately.

The skirmisher opened his eyes suddenly and saw blue-gray stones, with colorful colors in his peripheral vision.

He frowned and bent his elbows to prop himself up.

The painful nerves in his chest were not worth paying attention to. There were many light and soft things falling from the quilt and his body onto the sheets. The skirmisher picked up a ball and it turned out to be a yellowish rose.

As he stood up, more flowers fell. From his hair, his shoulders.

There are all types and colors.

The skirmisher couldn't help but click his tongue slightly.

Just took a nap——

That's right, as a doll, he actually slept through it.

In the past, he would just raise his eyebrows in disbelief and displeasure, thinking that the person who said this was mentally ill.

Now he really has the ability to sleep.

It was just a matter of closing and opening my eyes and sleeping for a while——

He also knew that these flowers that were randomly piled up without any sense of beauty and dyed his hair with an annoying fragrance must be the fault of Nanke and those mindless elves.

The skirmishers lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

He was wearing a loose black middle coat. The original clothes were neatly folded on the shelves in the house, along with some daily necessities. There were also some fruits and dried meats in the small room.

Is that idiot just living on these things?

The skirmishers supported the wall with a sullen face and went out.

Walking out of the circular door, the world outside seems to be filtered with colorful filters.

The green is particularly bright, and the grass element light particles dance and linger on the short lawn, illuminating the plump purple petals of Piboya. The tall banana leaves sway their long stems in the wind, splashing crystal dew.

Across a pool of water, under the Huanalana Dream Tree that looks like a lyre, Nanke is wearing a simple white skirt, lowering her head and embracing an old lute.

Nanke doesn't know much about music.

His fingertips carefully landed on the strings, pausing from time to time to ask the Lannaros around him for advice.

The skirmisher looked at her, stopped, his brows gradually relaxed, and leaned against the wall behind him.

Probably a nap after lunch.

Nanke still had unarranged wooden bowls and cutlery on hand.

After slowly becoming more proficient in playing, the Lannaros sang together along with her melody——

"Children——

You need to grow up well.

Don't lose to the wind, don't lose to the rain, don't lose to the winter snow, don't lose to the hot summer.

young man——

You should be happy as a child.

Make your heart happy, do what you want to do, and see what you want to see..."

This is not Nanke's song.

It’s not even a song for stragglers.

Miraculously, listening to such tunes, the skirmishers' mood gradually calmed down.

It's not a calm state of mindlessness, but a more rare mood.

Many thoughts flew up and down, light and airy, mixed with long dreams. After a sleep, they disappeared from my mind like water waves fading away, leaving some fragments of a trance.

Even if you are a doll, it is difficult to remember what you dreamed about.

All that remains are deep feelings.

Painful, joyful.

And some... unimaginable ones that could be his. Everything melts into the soothing singing.

The singing fills the realm of fairy tales, and visions gradually appear all around.

Flowers that should not bloom in winter are blooming all over the mountains and plains.

The wind, which should not show its shape, entangled the hair of the girl in the song, floating like a cradle.

Even the light points of the elements seem to have consciousness, whirring and dancing.

It was so lively.

I don’t know whether it’s because I can’t keep up with the pace of the Lannaros, or I don’t know how to do it later.

Nanke suddenly pressed the strings and stopped playing.

She habitually raised her head and looked in the direction of the skirmishers.

Butterflies flitted between unexpected sights.

Nanke was shocked.

The skirmisher leaned on the spot and did not move. Only a little light rose up in Leng Zi's eyes, and slowly fell down like snow, softening his always sharp gaze and turning it into a small arc on his lips when facing the person running towards him.

Get rid of that wanderer, and sure enough, the whole world is at peace.