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

Had a dream.

A distant, vague, unforgettable dream.

The body seemed to be wrapped in extremely light and warm water, and all the images faded away like a tide, leaving no trace. Nanke opened his eyes in the warmth.

The quiet space is filled with golden color. In the brand-new house, the scent of wood sap has not dissipated. It is stimulated by the sunlight and fills the room.

The boy's shadow was pulled into a slender strip by the sunlight, covering Nanke's face from his knees, and then climbed deeper into the room, blending with the pale shadow of the gauze curtain.

"The country collapsed."

Nanke sat up holding the quilt.

His body was greasy with sweat, and the back of his neck hurt a little, as if someone had hit him hard. After Nanke called out his name, he couldn't help but frown, and raised his hand to touch the back of his neck.

The tentacles stung, but did not swell as expected.

Nanke was a little confused. When her eyes moved, she saw in the corner of her eye that the sleeves had slipped down and exposed her forearm. There was a small faint blue mark on it, which made her startled again.

Nanke lowered her hands, covered the bruises with her sleeves, and asked the person sitting silently on her pillow: "Guobeng, have you been drinking?"

She smelled alcohol when he spoke.

She cared about his situation first before herself.

The young man's face in the backlight stared at her. Perhaps because of the drunkenness, the red color at the end of his eyes was unusually bright.

His long eyelashes were drooped, covering his snow-green eyes. He took out a palm-sized narrow-mouth wine bottle from behind with his backhand and said "hmm" concisely.

Is having a drink in the morning considered one of the joys of life?

Meeting his raised eyes again, Nanke interrupted his thoughts, suddenly blinked, raised his body with his arms, approached him and asked, "What happened last night?"

"You drank too much." The other party's cheeks tensed up slightly, and she shifted her gaze to stay calm, explaining the bruises on her body, "Me too, so I went a little too far...and you were injured."

As he spoke, those clear jade eyes slowly turned back to Nanke's face, and he leaned forward cautiously: "Nanke..."

"Wanderer," Nanke raised his hand, blocking the kiss he wanted to pretend to fall naturally, which was a little funny, "you are different. You can't lie, right?"

The wanderer's pupils widened slightly.

She recognized it instantly.

Nanke sat upright and rubbed his aching temples: "Did Guobeng ask you to come?"

"...Hmm." Within three seconds of struggling, the wanderer decisively shifted his position to her, "Late last night, a Lanaro brought me here. The skirmisher said that he wanted to go out and let me Stay with you."

It's a shame that the skirmishers dared to call the wanderers.

Nanke's thoughts were the same as those of the wanderers at that time.

The dull pain in his head couldn't go away no matter how hard he rubbed it. Nanke simply stopped caring, made the bed hastily and got up: "Did he say where he was going?"

Nanke was wearing a light beige rice-wives-style pajamas with a folded collar and wide sleeves. When she stood up, the two pieces of clothing parted, revealing her exquisite ankles. Under the sunlight, they looked like a piece of finely carved mutton-fat jade.

The wanderer tugged at the hem of his clothes with his fingers, followed her with his eyes, and replied blankly: "I guess he is going to see the little Lucky Grass King."

"That's it." Nanke sighed.

She probably did drink last night, so her memory was fragmented, and her impression only remained when she saw the stragglers at the window.

I hope she can tell the skirmishers about her amnesia in a gentle way.

Since the skirmishers were gone, there was no use thinking about it. Nanke could only pray silently that he would not quarrel with Nasida. When he walked to the door, he remembered that there were still people in the room, so he turned back to the wanderer and said, "Come here, I'll get some breakfast, let's go together." eat."

There are not only flowers in the garden, but also farmland.

While the wanderer went to pick up the winter melon, Nanke walked around the house and found the kitchen, where he found rice, noodles, pots and bowls.

Nasida and the others were really troubled.

Nanke couldn't help laughing, rolled up his sleeves and started working.

When the stragglers came back, they were laughing and talking on the terrace of the small building. The two were sitting opposite each other at the Japanese-style low table, chatting and having breakfast together.

Wanderer: "Nanke, are you free recently?"

"Nothing happens for now, what?"

"Yesterday, Balzeb...asked me if I wanted to go back to Daowu. I said, if I have time. But I don't want to go back alone."

This is a tone of pretending to be innocent and showing off pity.

The skirmisher gasped.

"Didn't I tell you not to say a word other than what I taught you?!"

Before Nanke could answer, the stragglers couldn't bear it and flew up to the balcony, glaring at the wanderer.

The wanderer had long heard the news of his return. He glanced at the stragglers and innocently looked at Nanke opposite: "Nanke, should I leave?"

Nanke picked up the bowl and took a sip of winter melon soup: "Didn't you ask the wanderer to come here?"

The words were spoken to the skirmishers.

The skirmisher choked.

Nan Kewu stood up and turned into the corridor behind.

The skirmishers and the wanderers looked at each other and communicated with their eyes. After a while, Nanke came out with two bowls and a pair of bowls and chopsticks, and placed them on the side of the low table close to the skirmishers.

Skirmisher: "..."

What else could he do?

He could only wash his hands and join the breakfast line.

It was not easy to get rid of the evil spirit.

The skirmisher was washing the dishes and said in a strange tone: "A house for two people has turned into a love nest for three people. It really belongs to you."

"It's not you who brought him here." Nanke took the bowl the skirmisher had washed, wiped it dry and put it in the cupboard. "It's a shame that you dared to ask him to come."

There is something in Nanke's words.

"He doesn't have the guts."

The skirmisher said firmly.

Nanke couldn't help but look at him more.

The skirmisher had an undeniable confidence on his face.

The wanderer certainly has a fond memory for Nanke, but so what?

As "people," the homeless man is mentally and physically mutilated.

Unless Nanke falls in love with someone else.

Otherwise nothing would have happened between them.

Nanke hesitated to speak.

"What did you say to Nasida?" Nanke asked, taking the last bowl handed over by the skirmisher, changing the subject.

The skirmisher's hand twisting the dishcloth paused for a moment.

...The price that has been paid cannot be recovered.

The God of Grass sat high on his throne and looked down at him with pity.

The choice is yours, the country collapses. Should she give her story back to her like someone else's story, or--

"Didn't say anything." The skirmisher flattened the wrung-out towel and hung it back on the shelf calmly.

Nanke breathed a sigh of relief.

She was wiping the dishes while thinking, and decided to confess to him again: "I'm sorry, Guobeng, I seemed to have drunk too much last night. I don't know if I made it clear to you - I was also surprised about the injured wings. , I will try my best to be careful in the future and not get hurt again.”

"Can't we give up this power?" The soldier's voice was slightly cold.

"I don't have much power at my disposal."

"I am enough."

"When the country collapses, I have relied on you enough."