Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

In the prosperous scene of Liyue Harbor, Hu Tao, Ying and the others temporarily accepted the calm comfort of Mr. Zhongli, but the waves in their hearts were like deep currents. They tried their best to suppress their anxiety and seemed to be outsiders in the festive atmosphere on the eve of the Lantern Festival. The joy and prosperity around them could not penetrate the layers of darkness lingering in their hearts. They only felt that time seemed to have stopped, and they were all worried about Lin Huan who was far away.

At that time, the night of the Lantern Festival had already enveloped Qingce Village. This place was like a dreamland left behind by the mortal world, quiet and peaceful, with a hint of warmth in the tranquility. Compared with the hustle and bustle of Liyue Harbor, the festival here is light, but it is like a landscape painting with light ink, which contains a distant sentiment in its simplicity. In the village, the sky lanterns flickered, like stars scattered in the world. Lin Huan and Yaoyao walked together on the quiet path, with light steps and laughter, like the spirit birds in the fairyland. Looking around, the old-style houses are scattered in an orderly manner, and the simplicity reveals the mellowness of time. The smoke from the cooking rises, blending and entwining with the mist in the mountains, weaving a dreamlike pastoral painting, which is fascinating and almost forgets the sorrow.

Yaoyao held the carefully crafted small object in her hand, her tender face overflowing with pure joy, eager to show it to Lin Huan, just like an elf offering treasures. That night, Yaoyao's parents entrusted her to Lin Huan and went to enjoy their own world. Seeing this, Lin Huan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, raised his hand and gently stroked the top of Yaoyao's head, his smile was warm and gentle, as if the warm sun penetrated the clouds and could dispel all the haze in the world. However, if you look closely at the depths of her eyes, there is a faint sense of melancholy, like the occasional dimness of stars in the sea of ​​clouds, hidden under the usual indifference, unless someone is staring at it, it is very difficult to detect. In this peaceful environment, the memories of the past are like surging waves, dragging her into the vortex of time. Those sweet or bitter pasts follow her like a shadow, making her thoughts troubled and difficult to transcend.

Bai Zhu finished his work, everything was arranged properly, and the patient gradually became stable. At this moment, he leaned against the railing leisurely, whispering to the old man, his voice was like the breeze blowing through the leaves, soft and gentle, as if he was afraid to disturb the tranquility. His eyes were like silk threads, quietly tied to Lin Huan. With the keenness of a doctor, he saw through Lin Huan's inner entanglement. Although the waves of emotions were hidden deep inside, they were like undercurrents under a quiet lake, surging endlessly. However, he and Changsheng only hid this concern deep in their hearts, watching silently, as if waiting for the moment when Lin Huan opened his heart, just like watching the dark night when the dawn was about to break.

Liuyun Jiefeng Zhenjun stood on the high platform in the form of a crane, with an elegant posture, his long neck raised lightly, his eyes penetrating the night, as if he was searching for treasures lost over the years, or immersed in the thoughts of the past and the future. In his deep eyes, the past and the future intertwined, condensing into an indescribable expression, like a dream.

After a while, True Lord Lishui Dieshan and True Lord Xueyue Zhuyang came riding on the wind and landed on the high platform. Their figures seemed to blend into the night, adding a touch of extraordinary atmosphere to the quiet night, but did not break the original tranquility, as if they were part of the night, quietly guarding this world since ancient times.

Shen He originally stood quietly beside Master Liuyun Jiefeng, like a lone star in the cold night, exuding a cold and peaceful atmosphere. However, she was discovered by a few lively children from Qingce Village. With their childlike fearlessness and curiosity, they pulled Shen He's clothes and invited her to play with them. Shen He was stunned for a moment, and a hint of tenderness appeared on her stern face. After a little hesitation, she followed the children into the laughter. Her figure gradually sank into the innocent joy, leaving only a faint trace, like a warm light passing through the cold night, adding a bit of human fireworks to this quiet place, making this world more agile and lively in the tranquility.

Qiqi followed Yaoyao around Lin Huan, skipping forward. Her eyes were clear, like flawless glass, but with an inorganic indifference. The troubles of the world seemed like passing clouds and smoke, and it was difficult to stir up waves in her heart. For her, the past of Shengtang more than four hundred years ago has been covered by the veil of time, and the traces of memory have almost disappeared, like an old dream without a trace.

Lin Huan stared at Qiqi's innocence, feeling mixed emotions. She was happy that Qiqi had forgotten the past, but also felt sorry for herself being trapped in memories. The pain of the past followed her like a shadow, like an inescapable shackle, causing her to fall into deep thought about her own fate and memory. The scenes of the past flashed like a revolving lantern, and in the reflection of reality, they seemed increasingly heavy and difficult to let go, as if she was stuck in a quagmire and had difficulty taking a step forward.

The night fell, like a dark silk spread, the moonlight poured down, covering Qingce Manor with a silver-white gauze, adding a bit of mystery and silence. Everyone sat around the stone table, on which were laid out delicacies, all of which were transformed by the spirits of the mountains and full of the blessings of nature.

Yaoyao was like a joyful lark, chirping about the grand event of the Lantern Festival in Liyue Harbor. Her lively eyes sparkled with hope, hoping to dispel the shadows in Lin Huan's heart with joy and make her smile again. Lin Huan was infected by her enthusiasm, with a smile on his lips, blending into the laughter and joy, willing to put his worries aside for the time being.

However, at this time of peace and joy, the music of the Lantern Festival drifted in from afar, lingering and sad, as if accompanied by the sound of waves. Suddenly, fireworks bloomed, the lights were bright, and the loud noises were mixed with the laughter of children. This familiar yet unfamiliar sound was like a spell. In an instant, Lin Huan's mind was pulled by an invisible giant hand and floated back to the dusty past. Those memories buried deep in her heart were like a flood that broke through the dam and instantly drowned her. The good times spent with relatives and close friends during the Lantern Festival in the past were like a gorgeous painting, and every frame was full of affection; however, connected with it was the pain of separation, the unforgettable pain, like a sharp arrow piercing the heart, leaving an indelible mark in the depths of the soul.

At this moment, Lin Huan's heart was like a cup of wine with mixed feelings, with all kinds of emotions intertwined. The care of her best friend was like a warm shield, protecting her from the abyss of sorrow, allowing her to feel the warmth of the world in the darkness, like a morning star in the dark night; however, the pain of the past was like a sharp sword, deeply piercing her soul, causing her to often fall into the quagmire of self-doubt. She secretly wondered if she had the courage to break free from the shackles of the past? And with what attitude and state of mind should she face the friends who were eagerly waiting in Liyue Harbor? She would not confuse the little friend in front of her with her past relatives and friends, but the memories of the past were like vines entangled and difficult to get rid of. Whenever she wanted to focus on the present, the tide of the past would surge in, making her trance-like and distracted.

Of course, this... is just a moment of disappointment.

A little later than Lin Huan, Mr. Chang Jiu was holding a book and chatting with Grandma Ruoxin. He kept looking at the children who were immersed in the books he gave them, with mixed feelings in his eyes, including relief and relief. The difficulties of the past and the good deeds of today intertwined, filling his heart with peace and comfort, as if he had found a place for his soul to return to in this world.

On this moonlit night in Qingce Manor, with thoughts flying around, Lin Huan tried her best to break free from the quagmire of the past. She took a deep breath and wanted to focus on the warmth of the present. Yaoyao seemed to sense her emotions and leaned over obediently, conveying silent comfort with her warm body, as if to show that she was not alone.

The whispers of Mr. Chang Jiu and Grandma Ruoxin seemed to be there and not there, like the gentle plucking of a string, adding a different charm to the quiet night. The peace and satisfaction in the voices seemed like an invisible and powerful force, infecting everything around, making people feel as if they were in a dream of peace and tranquility. Lin Huan looked up and saw the children absorbing the wisdom in the books like thirsty horses rushing to a spring, their faces filled with pure joy, as if they saw the light of dawn, blooming the light of hope in the dark night.

Bai Zhu broke the brief silence, walked forward gracefully, and comforted her gently: "Ms. Lin Huan, although the past is hard to forget, you should also cherish the beauty in front of you." His voice was gentle, like a spring breeze blowing across the railing, trying to dispel the haze in her heart.

Lin Huan nodded slightly without saying a word. She understood Bai Shu's good intentions, knew everyone's expectations, and was trying to control her thoughts, but the knot in her heart was not easily resolved. After all, more than four hundred years had passed, and she was still afraid to step into Liyue Harbor during the Lantern Festival. This was the knot in her heart.

Liuyun Jiefeng Zhenjun also walked over, patted Lin Huan's shoulder, sighed slightly, and said softly: "Don't force it... Ah Huan, it's okay, just take your time."

His words were full of concern and tolerance, as if an elder comforting a wounded chick, giving Lin Huan ample time and space to heal his inner wounds.

The hustle and bustle in the distance gradually faded away, but Lin Huan's mood was still difficult to calm down. She stood up and walked alone to a remote corner of the courtyard, looking up at the starry sky. The twinkling stars seemed to whisper about the vicissitudes of the country for thousands of years, and also seemed to reflect her inner confusion and longing. Shen He followed quietly and stood silently beside her. Although he was silent, his silent companionship made Lin Huan feel warm, as if she had found support in the darkness and was no longer so lonely and wandering.