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

After drinking some wine and leaving the tavern, Nan Ke felt a thin layer of sweat on his body as the breeze blew on his face.

Nilu put on her veil and veil again, grabbed her finger and asked enthusiastically: "Where does Nanke want to go first?"

"I am your agent," Nanke smiled, "I will go wherever you go."

Nilu stared at her eyes for a while, then suddenly rushed to hug her and smiled: "Nanke, you are so kind!"

Nanke took hold of Nilu's cloak and looked into the distance of the street.

It was mid-afternoon, the sun was shining brightly, the crowd was bustling, peaceful and lively.

Inexplicably, Nanke felt a little lonely.

If one day, she would forget even this situation.

Even the skirmishers forgot...

Is blind pursuit of power really...a good thing?

"...Isn't it normal to forget something?"

It seemed like she had unknowingly revealed her true feelings while answering Nelu casually.

In the clothing store, Nilu changed into a golden sari and looked in the mirror to admire the pearl skirt hanging behind her.

"My memory has never been very good. If I don't dance for a while, I will forget the feeling and steps of dancing." Nilu raised her arms and found that the style of her clothes was a bit restrictive. She raised her hands with regret, "I can still I often forget to eat, and make mistakes in performance time and props... But in fact, although everyone in the theater often blames me, there has never been any real mistake in our performance."

"You are very powerful." Nanke said.

Nilu shook her head: "It's all because of the people around me who help me remember and remind me from time to time that I can keep going on stage like I am now. So, forgetting is not a big deal to me."

Nanke lowered his eyes and thought for a moment.

She is the adventer, the witness.

No matter how much time has passed, as long as it is something I have witnessed, it will never be erased from my memory.

But listening to Nilu's words, Nanke suddenly remembered that he was once as forgetful as ordinary people.

Trivial things, things I don’t want to miss...a lot of things.

This time her wings were injured. Was she just worried that the stragglers would blame themselves, so she couldn't tell her?

…and that’s not all.

Nanke is afraid.

The feeling of forgetting something, too long gone, even unfamiliar.

The skirmishers knew everything about her, even better than she knew herself.

She was afraid that the skirmishers would tell her that what she had forgotten was actually an extremely important memory that should not be forgotten.

And this kind of forgetfulness will continue to happen in the future because of her choices.

Memory is a person's life, so she was able to regain her life after losing her memory.

If she loses these, she will become an empty shell again...

"Nanke, have you forgotten something?"

A hand waved in front of Nanke's eyes. Nanke came back to his senses and saw Nilu looking at him on tiptoes and asking.

"There's no need to show such an expression," Nilu comforted her, "People in life are always forgetting something while experiencing new things non-stop, right?"

"Is this human wisdom?" Nanke stared at Nilu's beautiful face, and some heavy emotions in his heart gradually dissipated.

"Aren't you a human being too?" Nilu muttered and asked, "Nanke, I think you seem to have separated yourself too much from the people around you?"

"Is this happening?"

"I know people's smiles best, so I can tell how much truth there is in your smile." Nilu tapped Nanke's nose with her fingertips. "When we were in the tavern just now, there was only one percent that was not true." arrive."

"What now?" Nanke showed his face.

Nilu smiled playfully: "Now... If you relax and enjoy it a little more, maybe you can reach 80%?"

Looking at Nanke with an extremely bright expression, Nilu turned around and returned to the fitting room.

Before the hanging curtains stopped swinging, Nanke saw Nilu poking her head anxiously out of the curtain again: "It's over! Help me! Miss Nanke! The zipper of my skirt is stuck in my hair..."

Nanke pursed his lips and couldn't help but smile.

After an afternoon of shopping, Nanke took Nilu back to the theater in the twilight light.

"There will be a spring performance at the Zubair Theatre. Please come and see it!" Nilu held her hand and said reluctantly, "I will save the tickets for you!"

"OK, all right."

After saying goodbye to Nilu, Nanke turned around and planned to go back to the tavern to find some skirmishers.

In the crowd, a Lanara appeared behind her at some point, raising her hands in the air: "King of grass, residence, Purple Nala, lead the way!"

Nanke followed it: "Is the collapse of the country over?"

"OK!"

The residence Nasida arranged was a two-story building on the outskirts of Xumi City, surrounded by green trees and shadows.

Nanke walked into the brand new door and was taken upstairs by Lan Na Luo.

"The King of Grass, the architect, and the ranger jointly built this special residence." Lan Na Luo jumped up and introduced each word to Nan Ke. "Regardless of the sun and the moon, for Na La with pure white wings, It remains – a place called ‘home’.”

Nanke was slightly startled.

...I thought Tinari and the others were waiting at the Grand Bazaar because they heard the news from Alhaysen.

It turned out that it was Nasida who arranged it?

It's a shame that Kavi could hold it in and not say a word.

Nanke raised his head and re-examined his surroundings.

Xumi's distinctive building, each light green wall is decorated with glass, simple and transparent.

The setting sun fell into the wooden floor from the ubiquitous windows. The whole house was bright and clear, and there was no trace of haze.

Both sides of the corridor are decorated with light-colored oil paintings.

On the not-so-large terrace at the end, there was a short square table and a pair of rattan futons.

This is a room designed for two people to live alone.

The square sliding door in front of the bedroom deliberately blends the styles of Sumeru and Inazuma.

Lannaro completed the task and disappeared consciously.

Nanke opened the door.

On the wall opposite the door, a straggler was lying on the open window sill. Two gauze curtains were lifted up by the draft, softly brushing the young man's messy purple short hair in the wind.

The straggler turned around, with a particularly bright look at the end of his eyes.

"We were worried that we wouldn't be able to choose the color we wanted. Let's go back and choose ourselves." Against the backdrop of the vast mountains and rivers behind the window, he turned around and said quietly to Nanke.

Nanke took two steps toward the skirmisher before he realized that the skirmisher was talking about the color of the curtains.

See him and hear his voice.

Just when I got into my cochlea, the word "home" suddenly became real inexplicably.

Nanke's heartbeat was fast and chaotic, and his voice was full of uncertainty: "...is it okay?"

"What can you do?" The soldier looked at her.

"Nacida said," Nanke went to the skirmishers and looked at the garden under the window. The newly cultivated land was filled with newly transplanted flowers, "This is for us...'home'."

Nanke's voice trembled.

Her expression also changed without conscious thought or warning.

But the skirmishers saw it clearly - the corners of Nanke's eyes suddenly turned red.

"If you like."

He pulled the stunned person over and kissed her with a light sweet wine smell under her eyes.

The salty wetness fell down silently.

Gifts, surprises, anything to make her happy.

There was no need for him to prepare at all.

Although a little discouraged.

But that's it.

For the first time, Shibing felt that accepting the kindness of others was a good thing.

They have long been separated from this world.

After years of wandering, it is destined to leave no trace.

If there really is a place, be willing to give them a place to stay.

Sumeru... is pretty good too.

"Huh? I..."

Nanke was kissed by the skirmishers and cried. He suddenly backed away and raised his hand to touch his cheek in surprise.

"how……"

Why are her hands wet with her own tears?

Why did it break out of the embankment like this?

Why is it so irrepressible?

Almost made her choke with tears?

simply……

It was as if another strange self suddenly emerged from my body.

Always hidden in an invisible corner. Because of a certain hook, at this moment my scarred fingers were exposed.

In the vision wrapped in tears, Nanke Chaos grabbed the arm of the person in front of him and stared at the unreal beauty that was shaking in the broken light spots, like purple watercolor spreading.

"The country collapsed, I..."

Nanke's voice was sleepy, hasty, and broken.

She was like a pilgrim who prayed to the silent idol all her life. She looked closely at the straggler, seeking an answer from him, and murmured: "...Why am I crying?"