Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

The night before leaving Qingce Manor to return to Liyue Harbor, Lin Huan fell into a long-lost dream, as if a memory box sealed by time had quietly opened. Thinking back to the Lantern Festival more than 400 years ago, she sadly left Liyue Harbor and escaped to the small house hidden in the mountains and forests in Jueyunjian, shutting herself away from the world from then on, as if to cut off all ties with the past.

More than four hundred years passed by quietly like the gurgling of water. During this long and lonely time, she resolutely abandoned the habits she had long been accustomed to as a human being. Food and drink were like passing clouds to her, no longer necessary to maintain life; sleep was also eliminated from her daily trivialities, just to pursue the clarity and peace of mind, just like a real immortal, independent of the world and detached from the mundane world.

However, perhaps the thread of fate was too tough. Even after more than four hundred years of practice and tempering, it still could not completely cut off the warmth of humanity in the depths of her soul; or perhaps, in the most secret corner of her heart, there was always a vague and imperceptible attachment hidden, which was a deep attachment to the warmth of the world in the ordinary days of the past. Even if it was buried by layers of yellow sand of the years, it would still quietly emerge at some inadvertent moment like a new bud breaking through the ground.

But no matter what, that night, Lin Huan finally fell into a deep sleep, was reunited with his long-lost relatives and friends, and once again saw his father and brother whom he had been missing day and night.

In the dream, the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the backyard of the Wangsheng Hall is still as tall and majestic as a canopy. The lush branches and leaves filter the moonlight into a mottled light and shadow. Familiar stone tables and stone benches are scattered among them. The scenery of the past seems to be carefully reproduced by time. The years seem to have stopped their hurried footsteps here, without leaving any trace of change.

Look at the tree, Hu Xingzhi, who is still the young master, is leaning against the tree trunk casually, holding a pot of wine steadily in one hand, and his heroic attitude is clearly revealed when he raises his head to drink. The wine pours down, wantonly and unrestrainedly, and his eyebrows are full of the unruly and cheerfulness of his youth, as if the years have never left any traces on her, and she is still the playful and lively appearance in memory. Looking to the side, her gentle and elegant father is sitting peacefully beside the stone table, his back is as straight as a pine and cypress, which is a silent portrayal of his lifelong adherence to the right path and character. The Homa staff stood quietly on the ground beside him, as if silently telling the glorious years of the past. A set of tea sets was neatly placed on the table, and the curling tea fragrance rose up slowly, lingering in this quiet space, as if all the warmth and peaceful times of the past were carefully ground and integrated into the wisps of tea fragrance, lingering and stirring Lin Huan's heartstrings.

But the tranquility, safety, and familiarity of everything before him made Lin Huan stand still for a moment, as if he was a statue frozen in time. Time seemed to have lost its meaning at this moment.

Lin Huan's eyes slowly wandered in this familiar scene, with a hint of cautious expectation, trying to find the warmth of the past from every detail. Her eyes fell on the tea set placed on the stone table, which was her father's favorite set when he was alive. Every texture seemed to be engraved with the laughter and joy when they drank tea together. The sunshine at that time seemed to be sprinkled like this gently, warming the heart and making people intoxicated. And Hu Xingzhi's unruly laughter seemed to still echo in her ears, with the carefreeness of youth and enthusiasm for life. It was a kind of vigorous vitality that she had never felt in the long four hundred years. Now hearing it again, it was like a strong light, shining directly into her long-abandoned heart.

Suddenly, the father's smiling, low and mellow voice came from under the tree: "Ah Huan, why don't you come over?" The voice contained endless love and warmth, as if it had traveled through the long river of time and reached the depths of Lin Huan's heart, instantly stirring up ripples in her heart. At the same time, the brother leaning against the tree also gently placed the wine pot on the table, then slowly raised his smiling eyes, his eyes full of kindness and expectation, and looked at Lin Huan intently, as if whispering, Come to us quickly, Ah Huan!

Lin Huan seemed to be cast under an unsolvable spell, and her feet seemed to be firmly nailed to the ground, unable to move. Her eyes were wide open, full of astonishment and hesitation, as if she was in an absurd but extremely real dream in an instant, and lost her way. She never expected that in this ethereal and illusory dream, her father and brother would be the first to break the silence and call her. The familiar voice, as if it had traveled through hundreds of years, went straight into her ears and hit her heart heavily; the kind and warm face instantly tore open the solid defense line built by the years deep in her heart, allowing those long-sealed and deliberately buried emotions to burst out like a surging tide, rushing out and drowning her.

Her thoughts involuntarily drifted back to that sad day more than 400 years ago. Her father's departure was so sudden, like a bright meteor across the night sky, without leaving any sign, and disappeared into the endless darkness. At that time, she and her brother were busy running around outside, and they didn't even have the opportunity to say goodbye to their father properly. This became a wound in her heart that could never heal, and it hurt for a long time, like a sharp thorn, piercing her heart that pretended to be strong from time to time.

"Ah Huan, you've been alone these years, it's been hard for you." Her father's voice was low and gentle, and his eyes full of pity seemed to have the magic of seeing through everything, and he saw clearly her soul that had been wandering in loneliness and struggle for more than 400 years, as if her hardships and difficulties in the past 400 years were all seen through in her father's eyes. Hu Xingzhi also stood up, his movements were somewhat anxious and expectant, he stretched out his hand and gently patted the empty seat beside him, with a hearty smile on his face, a sincere light in his eyes, and said: "Ah Huan, come and sit here, our family hasn't gathered together like this for a long time, today is a good time, you must not miss this rare opportunity."

But Lin Huan knew in her heart that this was just a dream after all. Those beautiful past memories were like fragile glass, which could instantly turn into bubbles and disappear without a trace under the touch of reality. She was afraid to move her feet, for fear of disturbing this illusory tranquility and shattering this beautiful dream like bubbles, but she couldn't help wanting to get closer and touch the unreachable warmth, even if it was only for a short moment, she was greedy for this hard-earned warmth.

After a long time, Lin Huan raised her trembling hands slowly, as if to grab something, but stopped in mid-air. There was a trace of struggle and reluctance in her eyes, which was a fierce battle between reason and emotion. Finally, a bitter smile appeared on the corners of her mouth. "Forget it, this is just a dream, beautiful but unreal." She whispered softly, as if warning herself, but her voice revealed a trace of loneliness and helplessness that was difficult to conceal.

However, she still couldn't help but immerse herself in this beautiful but unreal dream. After all, she hadn't dreamed for more than 400 years, and the appearance of her family was almost blurred in her memory. When they met again, the warmth of the past swept her like a surging tide. The familiarity and intimacy that came over her made it difficult for her to control herself. It was like a traveler who had been trekking in the desert for a long time and suddenly saw a clear spring. Even if he knew it might be a mirage, he couldn't help but want to get close to it and absorb the sweetness.

In the dream, the joy of reunion after a long separation was like a surging tide, instantly drowning the only remaining clarity and restraint in Lin Huan's heart. The voices and smiles of her father and brother were so close at hand, familiar and kind, as if the long time of more than 400 years had never existed. They were still the loved ones who protected her in the past, giving her endless warmth and peace of mind.

Lin Huan's feet seemed to have their own consciousness, moving slowly and uncontrollably, step by step, with a hint of expectation and a little trepidation, she walked towards the stone table. Every step she took was like stepping on the echo wall of time, and the bits and pieces of her past interactions with her family kept echoing in her heart. Those scenes that she thought she had forgotten now appeared so clearly in front of her, making her heart full of sweetness and a little bitterness.

Finally, she came to the stone table and sat down gently beside her father. Her father's figure was upright and resolute, exuding a kind of aura that made her feel at ease, as if as long as she was by his side, all the storms in the world could be easily withstood. She stretched out her hand with a slight tremor and took the cup of hot tea with a lingering aroma handed to her by her father. The teacup was warm to the touch, and the temperature penetrated through her fingertips and went straight into her heart, dispelling the coldness and loneliness of living alone for more than 400 years, as if a warm sunshine shone into her dark world for a long time.

Lin Huan held the teacup tightly, her eyes fixed on the tea that was rippling slightly, but her thoughts had already drifted away. She recalled the time she spent with her family. During every festival, the family sat around this stone table, drinking tea and chatting. The moonlight at that time was just like today, gentle and peaceful, shining on everyone's face, reflecting a happy look. But now, things have changed, this cup of tea, this table, these people, have become a luxury that she can only touch in her dreams. This huge gap makes her heart surge with an indescribable sadness and melancholy.

She took a sip of tea, and the familiar taste spread on her tongue, bitter with a hint of sweetness, just like her life of more than 400 years, full of hardships and difficulties, but also with occasional warmth and comfort. Tears blurred her eyes involuntarily, she knew that this was just a dream, but at this moment, she was willing to give up all her rationality and sobriety, and indulge in this short-lived illusory happiness, even if she still faced long loneliness and longing after waking up, she had no regrets.

Finally, she slowly raised her head and looked at them, her eyes full of cherishment and affection, and she responded with a slightly trembling voice: "Yes... but Dad, I'm not tired, Mr. Zhongli is by my side, and... and, there is also this generation's head of the Wangsheng Hall, Xiao Hutao. She is really cute, just like us in the past, full of life and energy. Don't worry, Dad, I'm really fine, don't worry too much. Dad, Brother Xingzhi, I'm really happy, very happy to see you again..." Even if it is a beautiful dream that I know is illusory, I still feel deeply honored, as if it is a kind of mercy and gift of fate to my loneliness of more than four hundred years, allowing me to feel the warmth of home again, even if it is only in a dream.