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

"Nanke!"

Half a month ago, I heard Nanke mention his plan to run away from home.

Nan Yi was imprisoned by a winding infusion tube at the head of the bed. Her thin body was sitting on the pillow, and she straightened her back in shock.

"Do you believe what the milk tea shop owner said?!"

Kamisato Ayato and they were familiar neighbors at best. Not only did they offer to send Nanke away, but they also promised to help Nanke find a place to live there.

How can there be such a good thing in the world? !

"Nanyi, I know what you are thinking."

Nanke sat sideways on the bed, patted Nanyi's hand with the indwelling needle, and reminded her to relax.

"Mr. Ayato is a very nice person and is very popular among the neighbors. I think he didn't lie to me."

"You also know it's 'should'!" Nan Yi opened her eyes wide and couldn't help but raise her voice.

Suddenly there were footsteps outside the door. I didn't know if it was my father or mother passing by.

Nan Yi reacted, pursed her lips, and lowered her voice, "Nan Ke, do you have to leave home?"

Nan Yi's face was full of worry, uneasiness, and deep incomprehension.

"I'll be back when the university starts in two months." Nanke curled his lips, trying not to make his smile look sour, "Can you help me, Nanyi?"

Nan Yi looked struggling.

Until a long time later, their mother knocked on the door and came in to remind them to go out for dinner.

Nan Yi glanced at her mother's back as she turned away, and spoke in a low voice to Nan Ke: "If you trust him."

——Does Nanke trust Ayato Kamisato?

Nanke never answered Nanyi.

Just like Kamisato Ayato said to her, "If there are any worse consequences, you are willing to bear them."

If Ayato Kamisato really wanted to lie to her.

She won't complain either.

After finally seeking help, it is natural to accept the risk.

Nan Ke changed his mind, checked it over, shut down the computer, and looked up in the rearview mirror.

In the mirror, the man's jawline is smooth and quiet.

"trust".

For Nanke, there are only two people who can be associated with this word.

Nanke opened the map on his mobile phone and confirmed that the driving route did not deviate. Then he temporarily relaxed and closed his eyes and fell asleep.

One person is southern Italy.

Someone else……

The summer night wind blew through the car window, blending with the tunes of the car music and pouring into her tired brain.

I remember a season completely opposite to summer.

The clouds were dark and gray, and the air was cold and dry.

At that time.

Nanke is only five years old. Her father has not been promoted, and she has not transferred to another school. The family of four rents a unit building in the old community.

There is no elevator or access control in the community, but there is a locked fence-like iron gate in the corridor on the first floor of the unit building.

Nanke walked into the corridor one step at a time, stepping on the soft snow.

Unlike in the past, the iron gate is closed today.

Children did not have the right to keep the keys. Nanke was at a loss. He ran around the unit building and found no one to ask for help. He shouted but received no response.

My father hadn't gotten off work yet.

Nanke remembered.

So Nanke returned to the corridor, sat on the stairs under the iron gate with his schoolbag in his arms, and did his homework obediently.

Father will definitely come back from get off work, just like homework must be done, this is the most firmly believed truth in the world.

Maybe it’s because the days are getting shorter in winter.

After Nan Ke finished his homework, he rubbed his hands that were red from the cold, touched his face that was also red and cold, and saw that it was starting to get dark outside.

The yellow light from the street lamp looked fluffy, with clumps floating on the snow, and thin snowflakes flying across the light.

Nan Ke patted the wall with his homework book, and the voice-activated light in the corridor turned on.

"Mother?"

Nanke looked at the empty stairs above the iron gate.

No one answered her.

"dad?"

No one appeared in the snow.

Nanke was holding her schoolbag, feeling a little anxious.

Because today was originally...

She looked at the schoolbag in her arms, swallowed, suddenly shook her head violently, and whispered to herself: "You can't do this, you have to wait for Nan Yi..."

The lights in the corridor suddenly went out without warning.

Nanke suddenly fell silent.

Darkness suddenly swept over her.

Nanke suddenly wanted to cry.

Because she couldn't find a reason to cry, she hugged her schoolbag tightly in the dark, moved little by little to the corner of the corridor, and curled up into a ball.

The sky gradually turned from gloomy to pitch black.

Nanke remained motionless, no longer because he couldn't bear to cry, but because he was too cold.

That person appeared at this moment.

The footsteps in the snow were as light as a cat's.

But Nanke heard it carefully. She raised her face and saw a figure walking towards her against the light of the street lamp.

It no longer matters who the other party is.

Nanke's eyes widened, and she became excited as she watched the man approach her step by step.

Until a clear sound came as expected, and the darkness that enveloped her was lit up.

Nanke was pierced by the light and shed a layer of physiological tears. Through the sparkling tears, she squinted at him.

It's a brother I've never met before.

Coming out of the snow, my head and shoulders were covered with snowflakes.

I don't know whether it was because it was moistened by the snow, or because it was born with such a color, but his hair glowed a faint and beautiful purple in the strong light and deep darkness.

And a clear sound, knocking in front of Nanke, was...

A cane?

Nanke straightened his neck and was surprised to see him using crutches to find his way, expressionlessly and unhurriedly stepping up the stairs and passing by him.

Then the crutch passed through the gap in the iron door accurately.

The young man didn't notice it at all, and then, with a "clang", his delicate and beautiful face collided head-on with the iron door as expected.

"Ah...!" Nan Ke reached out his hand after realizing it.

The teacher just said in class today that we should be helpful and caring for people with disabilities!

what to do? If he gets hurt...

"Who?!" The young man was not disturbed by the collision. He quickly stood up and turned to yell at her.

Nanke shrank his shoulders in fear.

So fierce!

Nanke lowered his head in panic, wishing he could get into his schoolbag. His voice was trembling: "Yes, I'm sorry..."

"Huh?" The young man's voice rose in displeasure.

Nanke grabbed the strap of his schoolbag with both hands and apologized again: "I'm sorry..."

"Tsk."

There was another clearly dissatisfied voice.

Nanke really didn't know how to apologize.

She was at a loss, but she was disgusted by the young man's tone and continued, "What does it have to do with you?"

Nanke was stunned.

Because she wasn't helpful.

But it takes a lot of courage to speak out about the mistakes you made.

Nanke hesitated, having no shame to speak out, so he looked up at him secretly.

The young man faced her, his eyebrows were tightly knitted, and his face was not pretty.

But as the distance got closer, Nanke noticed his eyes.

It was a very dark purple like her hair, but it glowed with a warm and bright color under the light, like expensive glass beads on the shelves of a stationery store.

No.

Even more beautiful than that.

Nanke's attention was instantly diverted.

The young man didn't seem to have any intention of arguing with her. Hearing her silence, he stepped back a step and took out the key from his pocket.

Nanke stared at his hands.

He is obviously blind.

Running your fingers through the keychain, it takes almost no time to identify the correct one.

So are the eyes...

Are you really blind?

Nanke looked at his face again suspiciously, held his schoolbag close to his peripheral vision, stretched out two fingers and made a gesture.

The young man pushed open the iron door with a stinking face and showed no reaction to her little move.

Nanke opened his mouth in surprise.

"Do you live in this building?" The young man held the key in one hand and picked up the crutch in the other hand to explore the way. He suddenly turned his head and asked.

Nanke nodded.

After two seconds, realizing that the other party couldn't see her, she replied: "Yes."

When the young man heard her reply, he pursed his lips and hummed. Without saying anything else, he walked up the stairs at the same unhurried pace as before he stopped.

Nanke watched his back disappear around the corner before reacting.

The iron door opened and she could go home.

Nanke lives on the fifth floor.

The boy's home was still upstairs. He turned around the fifth-floor corridor and continued upward.

Panting, Nanke stopped at the door of his home. While watching the back of this strange brother, he stood on tiptoe and rang his doorbell.

Nanke was puzzled by everything today.

When it was time to go home from get off work, my father didn't come home.

Mom and Nan Yi should be at home, but neither of them answered the door.

Did you wait in front of your home this time?

After repeatedly calling the door to no avail, Nanke turned around dejectedly, leaned against the door and raised his head.

The footsteps going upstairs continued.

Which floor does that brother live on?

Isn’t it hard to climb so many stairs every day even though you can’t see?

The voice-activated lights upstairs turned on and off, and the footsteps became farther and farther away.

Nanke thought about it and was once again left alone in the darkness.

It's like I can't find a reason to cry.

Nanke couldn't explain why he wanted to follow him.

When she realized what she was doing, she had silently climbed all the way to the eighth floor. She was standing at the corner of the stairs with her schoolbag on her back, watching the person in front of her turn the door lock at the end of the corridor.

Further up on the eighth floor is the staircase leading to the rooftop.

There was snow on the steps, and under a square patch of darkness, more snow was falling dotted from the night.

What time is it now?

Nanke's thoughts wandered.

Could it be...

She can't even go home tonight?

Nanke's nose felt sour and he let out a sob.

"Do you really live in this building?"

The lock cylinder rotated, the mechanism clicked, and the keychain was put away with a clanking sound. The young man suddenly asked a question.

"Well..." Nanke bit his lower lip and wiped away tears.

"Where is your family?"

"I... ugh, I don't know..."

The young man sighed: "Come in."