Genshin Impact: What should I do if I become my own character? !

Dreams are wonderful. This time the dream has golden sunshine. The sunshine shines on every place where there is no light. I reach out and touch the golden ears of wheat. Everything looks like it is sprinkled with sunshine.

People are celebrating the harvest, celebrating reunion, celebrating beauty, but this time they realize that they are dreaming.

I was aware that I didn’t know anyone around me, that I had never seen or seen anything like this before, and that someone was guiding me forward.

Passing through the golden ears of wheat, passing through the path covered with ginkgo leaves, passing through the red maple leaves, all the way forward.

What was left? A house, a run-down house.

If you compare everything one by one, this house seems out of place. The dilapidated house, the half-open door, and the smell like rotting wood make people feel a little nauseous.

But I still walked over. After all, it was a dream. If it was a dream, why not get closer?

Pushing open the door, there is a warm room, which is completely different from the shabby outside. The light inside is warm, and the room is neat and cozy. There are different books on the bookshelf and flowers on the table.

There was still a burst of fragrance coming from the kitchen, it must be the boiled pork slices that I used to love...

The layout of this house is very similar to my childhood home. Past memories resurfaced, but this was not my dream...

I smelled the food but chose not to try it, for fear that I would wake up the moment I put the food into my mouth in my dream.

I smelled the flowers and found that they had a scent that I really liked. In my previous life, I had raised many flowers, but only a few survived. I was not suitable for raising flowers. But in another world, these wonderful flowers can always exist. It is very beautiful...

I opened the window and the scene outside changed. There was a path without any messy weeds or randomly growing branches.

He climbed over the window and jumped to the ground. Looking back, he saw that the house still looked dilapidated and the window was covered with dust.

I am not waiting for anything, I just keep moving forward, feeling the arrival of beauty. I walk very far forward, so long that I think today's dream will never come to an end.

"Long time no see." I turned around and saw a pair of golden eyes.

"Who are you?" He looked at the man carefully and a few fragments of memory appeared, but he couldn't remember. After thinking for a while, he saw a pair of eyes of another color. "I remember you had yellow-green eyes?"

"I am golden now." The man smiled softly, his smile was gentle and beautiful, but there was no flashback of any scenes in his mind.

"I really don't remember anything... You know my past, why?" Is it a god? How could such a boring god come to peek into the life of an ordinary person like me?

"I know the past... but I can't know the future. You did a good job..."

Anyway, it was Meng who had no intention of killing himself, otherwise he would have died long ago, so he said it out loud: "It's too much to peek into other people's past!"

The man was stunned for a moment, but then nodded: "Indeed, it is excessive and disgusting to spy on other people's lives. Don't worry, that's not what I'm talking about."

"Why are you praising me in a parent's tone? I don't know you!" When I wrote the world view for my own design, I never...wait? No...

"Maybe there is. Time will make people gradually forget everything, hatred and beauty. Everything in the past will be covered by the dust of time. People will forget more and more what has happened. The ability to dilute everything is really amazing. The time that keeps passing..." It was indeed a tone of admiration, but it made people feel uneasy.

"Don't be afraid, you are dreaming. The moment you come here, you are dreaming." Only then did he carefully look at the person in front of him. He gradually overlapped with his memory, wearing spotless white clothes, with silver-yellow hair, without shoes, and walking naked on the ground. No, he was not walking on the ground, he was floating!

I have a beautiful flower bracelet on my hand. It is a flower I have never seen before, either in my previous life or in this life.

"Why on earth is this happening?!" People get angry because of fear, and feel reluctant because of fear. When fear reaches its extreme, they become extremely angry.

"I know you have a lot of questions. In the next dream, I will help you answer them one by one... I don't have much time left, and I don't have many dreams..." He cut his knuckles, and the blood was collected in a bottle. Different from all the blood he had seen before, this kind of blood could see the energy contained in it under the elemental vision.

"Who are you? Why do I remember... I have seen you before! But I don't remember it at all... I don't remember your name, age, when we met, I don't remember anything." Flashback memory means that you have indeed seen the person in front of you, and the sense of familiarity tells you that all this really exists.

But the so-called sense of familiarity is like an unfamiliar dream, like the hazy feeling after waking up, you can’t remember anything, and it will only dissipate in a few minutes.

"I have many names as I walk through the world...but you can temporarily call me..." The last few words were not heard clearly because the dream was gradually collapsing.

Just like a broken mirror, gradually falling, revealing the darkness behind the mirror, the world is also gradually falling apart.

The bottle was handed into his hands, and the land beneath his feet began to gradually disappear. The man's lips seemed to be saying something, but since he had never learned lip reading, he had no idea what he was saying. It seemed that he noticed this, and the land completely disappeared.

The fear of falling from a great height made the person in reality sit up immediately.

"Huh...Huh..." Sweat was pouring out of my body and the clothes that were in contact with my skin on my back began to become damp. The uncomfortable touch made me feel uncomfortable.

I began to recall the dream I just had, golden ears of wheat, golden sunrise, golden...people?

There seemed to be something in my hand... I looked down and it was the bottle in my dream! There was indeed blood in it like in my dream... Oh my god, I felt dizzy... I struggled to stand up and stepped on the ground, which made me sober up a little.

I glanced at the window. I liked to keep it tightly closed and hung opaque curtains. Now I walked over and opened the curtains, and the moonlight poured into the small room.

I pushed the window open with a little effort, and the wind rushed into the room. Maybe I would get sick? Thinking of this, the wet clothes on my back reflected the reality of the dream.

Have I really seen him? I tried to recall the dream, but I found that I had completely forgotten what the person in the dream looked like. I only remembered those emerald green eyes... Wait? Emerald green eyes? !

My head hurts... What color are the eyes?

The moonlight is still as beautiful as ever, illuminating every piece of land impartially, but my mood at this moment is not as pure as the moonlight.