Genshin Impact: A Scattered Soldier Traveling Back in Time

The sun is scorching, and the sunlight is like a golden brocade, generously sprinkling on the vast ocean, making the sea surface sparkle and scattering dazzling golden light.

The waves surge towards the delicate and soft beach, and every touch stirs up white waves, like pearls inadvertently lost in the sea.

Seagulls are dancing in the sky, flying low over the wave crests or singing loudly in the blue sky, interweaving with the whisper of the waves to form a symphony of nature.

Next to the endless beach, there is a dilapidated hut. This hut looks like it has been abandoned for a long time. Its wooden structure is rotten, the walls are peeling off, and the roof is crumbling, as if it will collapse at any time.

Next to this dilapidated hut, there is an inconspicuous little mound of earth surrounded by weeds. If you don’t look carefully, it can easily be overlooked.

He walked slowly to the mound, carefully cleared the weeds around it, and then gently scooped up the surrounding land to reshape a small and exquisite mound.

During this process, Yan did not use any elemental power, but completed it all bit by bit with his hands.

His movements were slow and gentle, and his eyes revealed endless memories and longing.

After doing all this, Yan sat down on the ground without hesitation, completely ignoring the messy and dirty environment around him.

"I'm sorry, Xiaoyou. I haven't been able to visit you for so many years. Are you angry with me?"

He stared at the grave in front of him and murmured softly.

Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he took out some items from his arms and placed them in front of the grave, his eyes full of concern and expectation: "Xiaoyou, brother brought you gifts, they are all your favorite things, so you should forgive brother, right?"

As he spoke, he took out a wreath.

"Look, this is a wreath. You once made a wreath for me, and I liked it very much. It was really beautiful and the most beautiful wreath I had ever seen."

"It's a pity that my brother accidentally lost it. You won't blame me, right? But this wreath is not bad. I bought it according to my memory~"

Heng gently stroked the wreath in his hand, his eyes full of tenderness and love.

Then he carefully placed the wreath on his head.

"It's a pity that it's still a little off. It's not as good as the one you made, Xiaoyou."

There was a hint of regret in his voice, but more of it was the remembrance of his brother.

"And I also bought you your favorite three-color dumplings."

He took out a bag of tri-color dumplings from his pocket and gently placed them in front of Xiaoyou's tombstone.

"You said you like eating tri-color dumplings the most, so let me eat first and then you can eat, okay?"

He picked up a dumpling and slowly put it into his mouth, chewing the sweetness carefully. Tears flowed unconsciously, dripping on the dumpling and forming small flowers.

“How sweet…”

He said softly, as if telling his brother how he felt deep down.

Then he placed the remaining tri-color dumplings in front of Xiaoyou's grave.

"By the way, I saw a lot of other things and I didn't know if you would like them, so I bought them all."

He took out some trinkets, toys and books and placed them in front of Xiaoyou's grave. Some of these were interesting items he found during his travels, and some he bought on the streets of Inazuma.

Kong and Paimon stood quietly in the distance, looking at Yan from afar, without going to disturb him.

After coming out of the castle tower, Ying led them to this place, then walked forward without saying a word and started talking to himself.

At this moment, even the usually lively Paimon realized that it would be best to leave Yan alone for a while and not disturb him. So, the two of them walked to a slightly farther place tacitly and watched him from a distance.

Mingyu leaned against a tree and stretched out his hand to lower his hat, making it difficult to see his face.

Ever since he reunited with Yan, he has been unable to remain calm because of the special relationship between them.

It is becoming increasingly difficult for him to distinguish who he is. The influence of Yan on him is too great. If he continues like this, he will probably gradually lose himself and become another Yan.

“Heart of God…Ascend to God…”

There was a gleam in Mingyu's eyes. Perhaps only by becoming a god could he truly maintain his self and avoid being assimilated by Yan.

At this moment, he couldn't help but think of Dottore.

Not long ago, when he returned to Solstice, Dottore was very surprised to see him.

Because the other party never expected that Mingyu was not only still alive, but also escaped his control.

Upon seeing Dotore, Mingyu immediately attacked him, but even without being controlled, Mingyu was no match for Dotore, and the Ice Queen stopped them in time, so the two did not fight in the end.

Out of sight, out of mind. Mingyu simply accepted the clown's task and left Zhidong again.

However, not long ago, Dotore actually sent him a message, inviting him to go to Xumi to participate in a god-making plan.

After receiving this message, Mingyu simply ignored it.

He hated Dotore so much that he wanted to eat him alive, so how could he agree to participate in his plan?

However, Dottore's last words caught his attention:

"You will definitely accept my invitation. After all, no one except me can help you maintain your identity and avoid being assimilated, not even your god."

The tone was quite arrogant. Ming Yu didn't take it seriously at first, but now...

Thinking of this, Mingyu couldn't help but pull his hat down a little deeper, completely covering his face.

He stood up and said to Xiaoyou, "Xiaoyou, I'm sorry, I have something else to do and I have to leave. Can I come to see you next time?"

After saying that, he reached out and patted the small pile of earth in front of him, then turned and walked towards Kong and the others.

After coming to the few people, Xun seemed to sense something and looked at Mingyu. Mingyu looked up and looked at Xun, then lowered his head and put the hat down again after a moment.

He looked at him deeply and said nothing.

Sometimes, people can only truly grow through personal experience. Even if they share memories, in the end, it is still not as profound as personal experience.

Moreover, he really has no good solution for Mingyu's current situation. The influence on Mingyu is not his original intention, but is caused by subtle influence.

Even if he dissolves the relationship between the two now, it is useless, because their situation is too special. From the moment they meet, they are destined to influence each other and then merge together.

But the soul strength of the two is not at the same level at all, Mingyu's influence on Yan is almost negligible. So if there is no accident, the final result is that Mingyu is directly assimilated by Yan.

He looked at Sora and said calmly, "Now if you have any questions, just ask. I said I would tell you everything."

However, Kong did not hesitate at all. Without even thinking about it, he shook his head and refused: "There is no need for that. I just know that we are companions, right?"

Paimon also nodded vigorously to agree with Sora, saying that he thought so too. They both felt that knowing about Yan's past was not important, what was important was that he was their companion now.

Moreover…if they really let him tell his past experiences again, wouldn’t that mean that he would tear open his wounds with his own hands and show them to others? This was too cruel, and they really couldn’t do it.

"Okay, since you don't want to, forget it." Seeing that the two were so determined, Yan shrugged and said.

At this moment, an inopportune voice suddenly sounded.

"Oh my, it seems I came at a very bad time."

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I had originally planned to finish Inazuma, but who can blame me for spoiling my fans? Since some people said they wanted to read Sumire, I will write a few more chapters. It will only take a few months at most.

Of course, if you say I am just making a lot of money, I can only say that I am overthinking it. I write for four hours a day and only get two yuan in royalties. I am not making any money at all.

Let me give you a small hint: Mingyu will not disappear in the end, so don't worry about that.

Honestly, if it were another author, most of them would have finished or abandoned the book by now, because it doesn’t make money. There is a limit to the love of writing.

I don't know why I'm still writing. It's obviously not profitable, and not many people are reading it. I've obviously wanted to give up a long time ago, but I still spend a lot of time writing these things every day. Maybe I'm really hopelessly stupid, haha

I'm going crazy again... I need comfort and I'm crying (?? ﹏ ?? )