Genshin Impact: Report to the Emperor! Xiao Shen is creating people again

The time on the bumpy road is usually long and peaceful.

The rumbling wheels crushed the dust washed by the travelers, raising fine dust. The warm sunlight was like thin and warm golden threads, gently scattered in the breeze that blew the corners of clothes.

Whenever he looked out at the vast land of Liyue, Shen Qianluo would be distracted for a moment, trying to recall something, wondering what certain things should have been. But when the words came to his lips, he became dazed and confused, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

It was as if he always subconsciously believed that Dihuazhou and Cuijuepo were actually connected lands, there were no large areas of water on both sides of Wangshu Inn, the towering mountains had never collapsed, there had been a trickle of water in Guiliyuan, and the area around Luhuachi was just a surging creek.

Instead of the present, after the flood and the war between the gods, the scarred earth has taken two thousand years to heal itself.

Shen Qianluo often felt an uncontrollable sadness when he looked at it. He touched his eyes, but could not shed tears, which was too fragile for him. He only felt indescribable strangeness.

Then again, he had never gotten any clues about the mysterious tenth person since they parted on the snowy mountain. If there hadn't been so many strange things before and after, he would have suspected that Du Lin had accidentally counted the wrong number of people.

He couldn't get the answer he wanted by asking people around him indirectly. He couldn't figure out why that person who showed up out of nowhere burned the note Albedo left for him.

Or was this actually a provocation to him, a provocation that made him realize the existence of the tenth person only belatedly, mocking him for standing on top of the chessboard despite having lost his memory...

Hate him for still being alive in this world?

"What's wrong, little friend? Is there something on your mind?"

Tartaglia's call brought Shen Qianluo back to his senses in a second, and he smiled skillfully: "No, brother, why do you feel that way?"

The executive officer beside him might have noticed Shen Qianluo's indifferent expression as he looked out at the scenery, so he slowed down a few steps to talk to him: "I think... it's probably because of the look in his eyes."

"Eyes?" Shen Qianluo couldn't help but ask back, feeling a little surprised when he heard that.

Tartaglia smiled brightly at the boy, and his tone was unconsciously tinged with comfort and sighs: "I saw you staring at Liyue for a long time. For me, the look in someone's eyes when they are homesick is unmistakable."

Shen Qianluo was rarely stunned.

·

In fact, along the way, many of Tartaglia's questions to Kamiya Chikara were quite targeted.

For example, what is the child's name (Shen Qianluo answers Xu Xiaohu), why did he suddenly appear in the snow mountain (Shen Qianluo answers Snow Mountain Flying Fox), who are his parents (Shen Qianluo answers that they may be flying in the sky), what kind of experience did he have in the past (Shen Qianluo promised that he should have a demeanor that shocked the world and made ghosts cry)...

As for why the kid suddenly moved a big bag of Mora from the Knights (Shen Qianluo answered that everyone gave it to him out of friendship because they saw that he was weak), did he hear the reason why Mondstadt made a series of policy changes recently in the office of Captain Qin (Shen Qianluo answered that he was only busy moving Mora), did he know that there was a strange heart on the snow mountain... (Shen Qianluo asked back, is it the heart of the big snow pig king? It is indeed delicious...)

Tartaglia always felt that asking and answering questions with a boy with big, innocent and clear eyes gave her a sense of beauty, like "listening to his words as if I were listening to his words myself".

Then, Shen Qianluo unknowingly extracted a lot of basic information about the Fatui.

The more naively Kamiya asked, the more sophisticated and vague his answers would be. The more sophisticated and nonsense Tartaglia talked, the less right he had to expect a kid who had been playing dumb from beginning to end to give out useful information.

So they just stop talking about it.

"This is the first time I've met an interesting kid like you. Do you really not remember where your hometown is?" Tartaglia did not show any impatience or anger, and spoke in a gentle tone.

In his opinion, a child really poses no threat and at such an innocent age, he should not be involved in dirty intrigues.

Shen Qianluo lowered his head: "...I don't remember."

Besides, it’s true that he felt lonely when he mentioned this matter.

The handsome boy was held by the hand by the young executive officer, and finally arrived at the streets of Liyue Harbor after a long journey.

The silent heart seemed to be moved by some emotion. Shen Qianluo stared silently, his black pupils as clear as the bottom of a pool of water reflecting the prosperity of Liyue Harbor.

He saw children running by playing pirate games, heard street vendors enthusiastically hawking their wares, and felt the gentle sea breeze mixed with the sweat and energy of the dock.

The crowd was bustling, and the boy stood there quietly, passing by countless passers-by.

I couldn't find my place for a while.

It was as if his existence was nothing more than a big dream. He woke up from the ice crystal, pretending to be cheerful but timidly approaching everything unfamiliar, and stubbornly stepped into the world to look for the old phantoms in his own life.

He was friendly to everyone, because he didn't know how to face this strange world except for polite kindness and exchange of benefits.

…Does he belong to Liyue? But among the thousands of strangers I glanced at along the way, there was not a single old friend.

Shen Qianluo silently clenched Tartaglia's hand and sighed worriedly: "It's okay, we will find it eventually..."

He is an abandoned missing person.

"Well... Actually, I have many brothers and sisters in my hometown..."

Therefore, there is no need to be lonely and lonely...

"If you don't mind, how about letting me be your brother?"

Shen Qianluo looked up in a daze at that moment.

"…Eh?"

·

A private room, a wooden table, the aroma of tea, and a Zhongli.

Morax, the once majestic and awe-inspiring rock god who was praised by the world, had long since been integrated into human life. At this moment, his mind was racing, and he was considering the upcoming reunion with a hint of nervousness, paying attention to every detail.

When they meet later, what attitude and identity should he use, and what words should he say to keep the boy?

Zhongli had imagined countless times the scene of their reunion one day, but he never expected that until Wendy called him, he would realize that the girl he had been thinking about had forgotten the past and him, and had become as innocent as a blank sheet of paper, with even her body turning into that of a child.

After meeting him, would he remember something from the past? Would he blame himself instinctively, becoming angry and annoyed when he saw him? And then he would find out that he, who had done such an excessive thing to him in the past, now even secretly wished to keep him by his side?

Shen Qianluo was so afraid of water, yet he watched helplessly as he was swallowed up by the sea, drifting in the cold and loneliness for two thousand years...

He was clearly a god who had been in the service of gods for thousands of years, but at this moment, Zhongli surprisingly felt the nervousness and apprehension of a newbie in the workplace about to have his first interview.

The age gap between him and Shen Qianluo is too big now. If he wants to scare him into staying, should he use some not-so-righteous means... ?

As for the unfairness of this to the unsuspecting Shen Qianluo, he is willing to compensate with something precious as much as his life until he remembers his past and has the mind and skills to protect himself from being hurt by others.

coming!

The moment he sensed Shen Qianluo's breath approaching, Zhongli's fingertips slightly tensed, trying his best to appear the calmest, most cautious, and yet most pretentious. He elegantly and quietly watched, looking through the window of the pavilion at the small figure below.

At first glance, he saw Shen Qianluo and Tartaglia holding hands, gazing at each other while chatting and laughing, with an especially cheerful and intimate look...