Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

The traveler and Paimon shuttled through the streets and alleys, eagerly searching for commissions in every possible corner, but reality was like a cold high wall, rejecting their hopes again and again. After hitting a wall one after another, the two got nothing and finally had to stand helplessly in the square. At this time, their faces were full of frustration, their brows were furrowed, and their mouths were unconsciously pouted. Paimon was even more angry, with his hands on his waist, and his appearance seemed to declare his dissatisfaction to the whole world.

At this moment, a familiar and brisk voice like the singing of birds in the forest came from behind them: "Traveler, Paimon, look at how dejected you two are. What kind of difficult problem have you encountered?"

Hearing the voice, the two turned around like frightened deer, only to find that Wendy had quietly stood behind them. His eyebrows were curved, and a playful smile hung on his face, just like the warm spring sun pouring down, instantly dispelling the haze in the hearts of the two. The traveler's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had found a ray of light in the darkness, and hurriedly said: "Wendy, you are finally here! During this Wind Flower Festival, everyone is concentrating on their own affairs. There is no shadow of commission in the Adventurer's Association. We are almost too idle to feel comfortable."

Wendy blinked his eyes, which were as bright as stars, and looked past them. He immediately caught sight of Lin Huan and Wan Ye, who were watching the scene leisurely not far away. Especially the sly smile on Lin Huan's face, which did not escape his eyes. In an instant, Wendy understood. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said with a hint of sarcasm: "It seems that someone had expected this scene to happen."

The traveler followed Wendy's gaze and saw Lin Huan looking at them with a half-smile. She suddenly realized what was going on. She pretended to be angry and crossed her arms, but she couldn't help but smile. She shouted at Lin Huan, "Ah Huan, you knew this would happen and you kept it from us! You are so naughty!"

Lin Huan gently covered her mouth, and a silver bell-like laugh followed. She walked side by side with Wan Ye, and walked slowly and lightly to the crowd. "Isn't this because I want you to feel the unique atmosphere of the Wind Flower Festival? Everyone is busy pouring out their hearts and expressing friendship to their loved ones, so how can they have the mind to issue commissions?" She smiled and explained patiently.

Manye looked around and saw the bustling scene in front of him. The crowd surged like a tide, bustling and bustling, and the laughter and joy were like lively notes, one after another. The breeze blew gently, carrying the rich fragrance of flowers and the tempting aroma of food. He couldn't help but nod slightly, a faint smile appeared on his face, and he sighed softly: "This Wind Flower Festival is indeed full of the rich atmosphere of fireworks, which makes people really feel the beauty and warmth of life."

At this time, Wendy clapped his hands excitedly, and the crisp sound was like firecrackers at a festival, instantly attracting everyone's attention. His eyes sparkled with a lively light, as if he remembered something new and interesting, and he said: "By the way, I opened a special class during the Wind Flower Festival, specifically teaching everyone to write poems and share tips on dealing with emotional problems. It's very interesting! Do you want to join in the fun?" After that, he turned his gaze to Lin Huan, his eyes full of encouragement, and said with a smile: "Ah Huan, you must come! Maybe under my guidance, you can write a wonderful and affectionate poem and give it to the special person in your heart."

When Lin Huan heard this, her smile, which was as bright as the flowers in spring, froze slightly, and a trace of entanglement and struggle flashed in her eyes. The memories of the past were like a surging tide, instantly drowning her. Those unspoken affections, those regretful missed moments, were like sharp needles, gently piercing her heart again and again. She opened her mouth, but her throat seemed to be choked by an invisible thread, and for a moment she didn't know how to respond.

Wan Ye was keenly aware of Lin Huan's abnormality, and his brows slightly wrinkled, like dark clouds gathering between the mountains. His eyes were full of concern, and he couldn't help but cast a worried look. However, before he could open his mouth to ask, Wendy turned his gaze to Wan Ye again, his eyes full of admiration and curiosity: "My friend, you have an extraordinary temperament and a poetic spirit. I believe you also have a unique understanding of poetry. Why don't we explore the mysteries of poetry together, maybe we can collide with wonderful sparks of inspiration."

Wan Ye nodded slightly. Wendy's enthusiasm, cheerfulness and outstanding talent attracted him like a magnet and made him feel good about it. The two talked about poetry, ranging from the pastoral songs on the vast plains of Mondstadt to the mysterious legends in the ancient books of Liyue; from the whispers of the breeze in the forest to the surging waves among the reefs. The more they talked, the more they got along. Their thoughts collided with each other, and they felt that they had met too late.

The traveler was very interested in the emotional problem-solving skills that Wendy talked about, with a curious light in her eyes, like the twinkling stars in the night sky. She grabbed Paimon and walked towards Wendy's class impatiently, muttering, "Maybe I can learn some useful methods to help those passers-by in the city who are troubled by their relationships to resolve disputes."

In the small class, the traveler and Paimon listened to Wendy's explanation attentively. Wendy's vivid words, like a pair of exquisite keys, accurately opened the new door to their understanding of the emotional world. From time to time, they had heated discussions with people around them, sharing each other's views and experiences. Ying gradually mastered some clever techniques and began to actively try to help passers-by around her. Facing a young man who was distressed because he didn't know how to express his feelings to the person he liked, she thought carefully and said: "You can carefully observe the other person's preferences, carefully prepare a special gift, and attach a poem full of heart. Remember, sincerity is always the key to touching people's hearts." Her focused and dedicated appearance was like a scholar exploring in the ocean of knowledge, which attracted frequent nods and praises from people around her.

Lin Huan sat alone, his eyes somewhat wandering, as if his thoughts had already drifted far away. He fiddled with a bright flower unconsciously in his hand, the delicate colors of the flower flowing through her fingertips, like a gorgeous dream, but it could not dispel the inky haze in her heart. In between his heated exchanges with Wendy, Wan Ye would always inadvertently cast his gaze at Lin Huan, and seeing her like this, the worry in his eyes became more and more intense, like the dark sky before a storm. Finally, he found an opportunity, said goodbye to Wendy temporarily, sat down next to Lin Huan, and asked softly: "Miss Lin Huan, are you worried about something? If you don't mind, you might as well tell me about it."

Lin Huan came back to her senses, and seeing Wan Ye's sincere and concerned eyes, a warm current surged in her heart, just like a fire in winter. She forced a smile: "It's okay, it's just... I suddenly remembered some things in the past, and I felt a little emotional for a while."

Wan Ye wanted to ask more questions, trying to help her solve her problems, when Wendy's infectious voice sounded again. Wendy was telling an old and touching love story with great emotion. The protagonists in the story kept their love for each other for a long time, went through many hardships, just like struggling through thorns, and finally reaped happiness. The wonderful story caused everyone to exclaim in amazement and emotion, immersed in this romantic atmosphere. Lin Huan and Wan Ye were also attracted, temporarily put aside their thoughts, and immersed in this poetic and romantic atmosphere of the Wind Flower Festival together, feeling the power of love and beauty.