Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

Chapter 336: The Way of the World (Part )

Finally, Lin Huan was amused to the point of laughing so hard that her laughter was as clear as a silver bell, and tears welled up in her eyes. She gently pressed her right hand on Wan Ye's shoulder for leverage, and held the long sword firmly in her left hand. She followed Wan Ye's footsteps and walked briskly towards the crowd.

"Sure enough, Teacher Wendy will never let people down." Lin Huan raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, cleared his throat, and then laughed loudly, his voice as bright as the warm spring sun, "You are like a dream weaver with outstanding skills. You can always use the most exquisite and exciting way to weave the profound and simple truth of life into the brocade of the story seamlessly. It is like a gentle and tender yet powerful breeze that blows slowly into the softest and most secret corner of each of our hearts. There, it gently brushes away the dust accumulated over the years, and gently awakens our courage and hope that have been lost and sealed for a long time."

Lin Huan paused for a moment, and slowly glanced at the people around him who were immersed in the afterglow of the story, his eyes full of sincere emotions. "At first glance, this seems to be just a story about other people's experiences, but when I savor it carefully, I can clearly see my own past, my struggles and perseverance between the lines and in the flow of every note. I firmly believe that every friend present can also find fragments that resonate with their own souls from this story and gain their own unique insights."

At this time, a young Mondstadt girl in the crowd said with red eyes and a slightly trembling voice: "Ms. Lin Huan is right. When I listened to this story, I thought of my deceased grandfather. He always taught me to face life with strength, but later I almost gave up because of some setbacks. It was this story that made me cheer up again." Then, a traveler from Liyue also said with emotion: "I remembered the companions I lost during my adventure. The pain I once suffered made me dare not make friends easily. Now I think I have let them down." Everyone spoke one after another, sharing their own feelings.

Lin Huan listened carefully to everyone's words, her heart full of memories and emotions. When everyone's voices gradually died down, she spoke again: "That is why Teacher Wendy's story has such a shocking power. It is not just a story, but also an enlightenment and an encouragement. It makes us understand that no matter how many storms we have experienced in the past, no matter how much pain we have hidden in our hearts, as long as we have a love for life and expectations for the future, we will be able to overcome many obstacles and usher in our own sunny sky."

She turned to Wendy, her eyes sparkling with respect and gratitude: "Teacher Wendy, thank you so much. This story is like a timely rain to me, nourishing my long-dried heart. I think everyone is like me at this moment, with a heart full of hope and courage for the future."

After that, Lin Huan looked at the Traveler and Paimon again, with a playful smile on his face: "Hey, Traveler, Paimon, why don't we take advantage of this momentum and help everyone in Mondstadt to realize some of their wishes. Just like the protagonist in the story, even after going through hardships, he always holds love and hope, and brings warmth and strength to the people around him."

The traveler's eyes lit up and he nodded excitedly: "Yes, yes, this is a great idea! Maybe we can encounter more interesting stories." Paimon also clapped his hands and cheered: "Yes, yes, let's go!"

Wan Ye looked at Lin Huan, his eyes full of admiration and support: "Miss Lin Huan, if you need anything, I will definitely do my best to help you."

The night fell like a huge piece of black silk, gently covering Mondstadt. The noise and bustle of the day seemed to be quietly taken away by the silk, and the whole city was immersed in silence.

Accompanying the residents of Mondstadt, the traveler and Paimon, who had been busy all day, dragged their slightly tired bodies and slowly walked towards the inn. The moonlight was like water, sprinkled on the road ahead of them, outlining two long shadows. The houses on the street had already been dimly lit, and the occasional chirping of insects broke the silence of the night, highlighting the tranquility at the moment. They pushed open the door of the inn, and the warm yellow light rushed in, as if gently welcoming the two travelers to end a day's travels.

The traveler seemed to sense something. She looked at Paimon and tiptoed up to the second floor.

On the terrace, a quiet figure stood tall and graceful. Lin Huan held the slender sword in his arms, leaning lightly against the railing, his whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of silver yarn, and he was bathing in the watery moonlight comfortably. His appearance was so quiet that he almost blended into the pool of gentle moonlight, as if he would turn into a ray of soft moonlight and dissipate invisibly in the next second.

"Ah Huan." Ying called softly, slowly walking towards her, "Aren't you resting yet?"

The figure came back to her senses after hearing the voice, and was slightly startled when she saw Ying and Paimeng. Then, a very faint but warm smile quietly blossomed at the corner of her mouth. She nodded slightly and gracefully.

"Ying, you know that I am an immortal." Lin Huan responded softly, his tone as gentle as the gurgling stream in the mountains, "Sleep is indispensable for ordinary people, but for me, it is not necessary for survival."

"But I can clearly sense that falling asleep has long been integrated into your life and has become a habit you can't give up." Ying's eyes were calm and resolute, just like the eternal and unchanging North Star in the night sky, firmly locking onto Lin Huan's eyes. "During this period of time, or even in the past long years, have you been forcing yourself to abandon this habit that is so familiar that it can't be more familiar?"

"Ah Huan, the story that Wendy sang in the square today, the protagonist is you, right?" Ying walked to the railing, stood side by side with Lin Huan, looked into the distance, and asked softly, "There is no one around tonight, are you willing to tell me your story?"