Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

Chapter 339: Your Poem

The sunlight falls softly, and the wind blows brightly and freely, as if it has been carefully carved by time, just like the pure beauty deep in memory, unchanged. The breeze is just the right amount of gentleness, neither dry nor cold, and every breeze seems to be telling of comfort. It is the best time to take a stroll and let your mind go.

The light of dawn tried to penetrate the night, but it was not able to completely dispel the night. Lin Huan had already stood up, with the green rock beside her quietly accompanying her. She leaned against the window alone, letting her thoughts surge freely in the silent night. Outside the window, the watery moonlight poured down, falling on her lonely face, reflecting the weariness in her eyes and the indelible melancholy. As soon as the first rays of morning glow appeared on the horizon, she quickly changed her clothes, walked lightly, and quietly left, carrying the wine, passing through the gate of Mondstadt, and her figure blended into the morning light.

Her destination is the place where the wind rises. In her memory, she and her best friend once met and had a long conversation under the statue. The breeze at that time carried the fragrance of flowers and plants; the crisp chirping of birds played the music of nature; the warm sunshine spread over every inch of land. These beautiful things have left an indelible mark in the years. However, time flies, and the voices and smiles of her friends gradually become blurred in the long river of time. Those laughters and joys have disappeared like petals blown away by the wind. But she understands that this land carrying memories is still as peaceful as before. Here, every inch of soft grass, that lush tree, and every stretched leaf may carry the reflection of the past, becoming a precious place for her to reminisce about the past and place her feelings.

Lin Huan carried the wine and walked lightly to the steps under the statue, where she sat down leisurely. She carefully put her long sword aside, and the sword touched the steps, making a slight sound, and she was instantly absorbed by the tranquility of the windy place.

She skillfully pulled out the cork of the wine flask, and the mellow aroma of wine instantly wafted out. She took a sip, and the wine slid down her throat, bringing a warm feeling and slowly dissipating the fatigue around her body. She looked at the wind blowing in front of her, the breeze blowing gently, the leaves rustling, everything was exactly the same as she remembered.

"Look, my old friend, this windy place is still so beautiful." Lin Huan murmured to himself in the empty surroundings, his voice filled with endless nostalgia and attachment, as if a story that had been sealed by time was slowly being unraveled. "So many years have passed by like a fleeting moment, but I often recall our encounter and conversation here. Those words are like warm flames that have accompanied me through the long years and have never been extinguished... I promised someone that I would write a poem... a poem written for someone who is extremely important to me..."

Lin Huan paused slightly, turned sideways, leaned gently against the statue, looked up at the clear blue sky, and looked comfortable and relaxed. She stretched out her hand and smoothly pulled out the long sword at hand. The sword came out of the sheath with a clear and crisp sound. The breeze blew slowly, gently ruffling her hair, like a caring old friend, gently responding to her voice. Lin Huan's mouth corners unconsciously rose, outlining a faint smile, and picked up the wine pot again, took a sip of wine, looking leisurely and contented, completely immersed in the warm and beautiful memories of the past.

Her tone was as gentle as the breeze blowing across the grass, with a hint of emotion, "I came back here today just to feel this familiar atmosphere again, and to find some inspiration for the poem I wrote for you. As for that person... you met him later. But I... I really don't want to write a poem to him now... Maybe I will have the courage in the future, but at least for now... forget it. Mr. Allen, do you think I am escaping by doing this? Oh, let me escape for now. Facing him, I really don't know what to write."

As Lin Huan thought about it, he seemed to be amused by his own thoughts. He couldn't help but laughed softly, with a hint of self-mockery in his laughter. "Ah... I am indeed a coward. That's right, I am a coward! I don't even have the courage to face those most difficult knots in my heart. This is not his problem, it's me who is wrong. It's all my problem. I know in my heart that he loves me deeply and has always hoped that I can move forward bravely. It's just that I... always find it difficult to control my little emotions, those inexplicable little awkwardness, I know it's wrong... I just, I just miss him very much, I miss him very much."

At this moment, there was a gentle breeze behind him, mixed with the sound of a harp. Lin Huan turned around and saw Wendy standing behind him, with a warm smile on her face, strumming the harp in her hands, her green skirt swaying in the wind, like an elf born from the wind.

With a smile on her lips, Wendy walked briskly towards Lin Huan and sat casually beside her. Her eyes fell directly on the wine jug in Lin Huan's hand. A hint of cunning flashed in her eyes and she joked, "Hey, with such a mellow wine in front of us, how can I, the most wine-tasting bard in Mondstadt, be missing? Come on, give me a taste too." As she spoke, she reached out to take the wine jug carelessly.

Seeing his greedy look, Lin Huan couldn't help but burst out laughing. He handed the wine jug to him and said angrily, "I knew you couldn't move your feet once you smelled the wine."

Wendy took the wine bottle, tilted his head back and took a big gulp. The wine slid down his throat. He narrowed his emerald green eyes in satisfaction, his face full of intoxication. He praised sincerely: "Wow, this wine tastes so mellow and soft, it warms my heart! But by the way, when I just came here, I saw you muttering to the air. Are you missing an old friend you haven't seen for a long time? Why don't you tell me? With my talent, I can definitely write your story into a moving poem that will be passed down through the ages."

Lin Huan's lips curled up slightly, and the smile in his eyes did not fade. He sighed softly, and his eyes were instantly filled with memories, gentle and nostalgic. He said softly: "Mr. Allen Delin! Teacher Wendy, you have seen him! That day, we sat together under the statue of the God of Wind in the square and listened to you tell those ancient and moving stories from Liyue. Do you still remember?"

"Oh!" Wendy suddenly realized, nodded in understanding, and leaned against the statue with her. He lowered his eyes to look at the strings at hand, and slender fingers gently plucked them, producing a series of pleasant notes. Then he smiled and said, "So that's it, it was him! Hearing you say that, I remember. So, according to what you just said, you plan to write a poem for him? That's a great idea! I can't wait to see what kind of touching poem you will write."

However, Wendy suddenly changed her tone, with a mysterious smile on her face, and said: "However, there is no rush to write poetry now. Come, Ah Huan, there is a friend you have never met. Today I will let you meet this great guy!"

After she finished speaking, Wendy stood up neatly and brushed the strings of the piano with her palm. A series of crisp music seemed to be carried by the power of the wind, drifting slowly into the distance, as if calling an old friend who had been away for a long time.

Not long after, there was a powerful sound of flapping wings in the sky, like a mighty war drum coming from afar. Everyone looked up and saw the huge figure of Tevarin slowly appearing. The sun shone on it, and its scales shone with dazzling light. It circled in the air for a few times, bringing up a gust of wind, and then landed gently not far from them, causing the ground to tremble slightly. Tevarin lowered his head, his deep eyes full of gentleness, and stared at Lin Huan quietly, as if silently greeting him.