The Homeless Man of Teyvat

"Chunxiang Kiln...Chunxiang Kiln...ah! Found it!"

Paimon cried out happily, pointed to something, and looked back at Ying, his big eyes seemed to contain a little bit of stardust: "Hurry up, Ying!"

"coming."

Ying smiled and followed Paimon to this porcelain shop with a very misleading name.

Chunxiang Kiln...it turned out to be this Chunxiang Kiln, I thought...Ying blinked and coughed lightly, unable to tell whether he was regretful or lucky.

The two walked into the store and curiously looked at the various porcelain on the shelves.

There are cups, bowls, bottles and pots, most of which are very exquisite.

Some are blue and white on a white background, elegant in style, thin in texture, smooth in color, and exquisite in light; or they are colorful and painted with various pictures, all of which are lifelike and eye-opening.

At this time, there were only three or two customers in the shop. One of them blushed, as if he had been deceived, but he was quickly attracted to the porcelain in front of him. He looked at it carefully and couldn't help but admire it.

Ying'eryu covered her red lips with her hands and yawned slightly. She was about to go to the door to "recruit" more customers when she saw two figures, one large and one small, entering the store. She couldn't help but feel a little pity.

Compared with those who enter Chunxiang Kiln by themselves, she likes to use her unique words to mislead people in, and then appreciate their embarrassed expressions.

She was about to look away when she paused and paused for a few seconds on Ying's delicate and beautiful face. She thought of something and greeted her with a smile on her face: "Hey, you two are finally here. I've been waiting for you for a long time. ”

"Um?"

Ying was startled for a moment, then asked tentatively: "Miss Ying'er?"

"Yes, I am Ying'er."

Ying'er smiled, her eyes wandered over Ying, and nodded with satisfaction: "Well, very good, it's exactly the same as what he described, exactly. Haha, can I ask what excuse he used to get you here? ?”

"He?" Ying wondered: "Miss Ying'er refers to...?"

"Huh? You don't know?"

Ying'er looked at Ying's expression carefully and saw that she didn't seem to be faking it, so she couldn't help but frown slightly.

It shouldn't be...did I admit my mistake?

She murmured a few words in a low voice, looked at her carefully, thought for a while, and said, "This guest, let me confirm for the moment. Do you know a person named Chen Tianfeng?"

"Tian Feng? Miss Ying'er knows him?" Ying was a little surprised.

Sure enough, Zhongli didn't lie to her. In the process of preparing for the immortal ceremony, he really got news from Tianfeng.

"We know each other. Not long ago, he customized porcelain in our shop. Oh, I was indeed right."

Ying'er patted her chest gently and smiled again: "Please wait a moment, you two. I'm going to get the porcelain. Mr. Chen specially customized it for you two."

Specially customized by Chen Tianfeng?

Ying and Paimon looked at each other, confused and expectant.

Not long after, Ying'er came to the two of them with a box in her arms, carefully placed it on the counter table, and gestured with a smile to Ying to open it.

The box is very exquisite, with beautiful mountains and rivers painted on the surface, which is very beautiful.

Opening the box, it was covered with soft silk cloth. In the middle of the silk cloth lay a sky-blue teapot. The body of the teapot was warm and crystal clear, as if it were carved from jade. Under the teapot, there are two cups of the same color. There are patterns on the porcelain body. When you lift it up and look at it in the sky, the light transmission is even more obvious, like a hollow.

Ying pursed her lips and looked at the hollow pattern on the cup - it was a figure outlined with simple thin lines. It was easy to see that this figure was Paimon.

"Wow - it's Paimon!"

The little mascot cheered in surprise and carefully took the cup, his eyes full of love.

Ying looked at the other cup and picked it up with a gentle and steady movement.

Sure enough, the figure outlined on the cup was hers.

The corners of her lips were raised, and her eyes were filled with light and beauty.

"That day, Mr. Chen came to Chunxiang Kiln and said he wanted to customize a gift. He asked what kind of gift he wanted to customize, but he hesitated and couldn't tell. He only said that he wanted to customize something special. We discussed it for a long time before we came up with this idea. Mr. Chen spent a long time describing your appearance to the master, and then he remembered that he should draw it. "

Ying'er recalled the scene at that time and couldn't help but smile. She looked at Ying with serious eyes: "This is a gift that I put my heart into. You must cherish it."

"I know."

Ying nodded, put the cup back into the box, and repeated in a low voice: "I know."

"That's good, that's good."

Ying'er looked at Ying's face and knew that this affection was not abrupt or unnecessary, and would be cherished by others, and she felt happier.

Ying took Paimon's cup and put it back. Then something suddenly occurred to him, and he raised his eyes to look at Ying'er: "By the way, Miss Ying'er, do you know where Tian Feng is now? We made an appointment to meet at Liyue Port, but I can't find him."

"This...I don't know." Ying'er shook her head: "Unless the customer requests door-to-door delivery, Chunxiang Kiln will not record the customer's address."

"That's it, I understand. Thank you, Miss Ying'er."

Ying closed the box, held it dearly, thanked Ying'er, and left Chunxiang Kiln, her heart full of softness and joy.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Ying stopped and finally remembered something: "That's wrong!"

"Huh? What's wrong?" Pamon was confused.

"Ointment, the ointment used in the ceremony to send immortals, we forgot to mention it."

"...It seems so."

After a while,

Ying'er looked at the two people who had left and returned with a slightly confused expression: "What's wrong?"

"Is such that……"

Ying smiled awkwardly and explained her original purpose in detail.

"Ointment, um, that's no problem, but you have to make three portions at the same time..."

Ying'er paused and looked at Ying, her tone half joking and half serious: "Don't have too good an appetite~ Little girl, someone will be sad."

"It's dedicated to the Rock King! Please don't say anything weird!"

...

Yujingtai,

"Things are impermanent, things are impermanent..."

Grandma Ping looked at the withered glass lily, shaking her head and sighing, and then she noticed someone coming behind her, turned around and looked: "Are you looking for... the emperor?"

"Yeah."

Zhongli nodded calmly, looking at the immortal in front of him who looked like a white-haired old woman.

Ge Chen Langshi Zhenjun, one of the immortals who followed the Rock King to fight, loves piano music, gentle and kind. After the Demon God War ended and Liyue stabilized, for various reasons, she turned into an old woman and watched over Liyue Harbor.

"Emperor, you..."

"Just call me Zhongli."

"...Yes."

Ping Lao-lao had many questions, but seeing Zhongli's expression, she knew that this was not the time to talk in detail, so she suppressed her doubts and said, "Mr. Zhongli, what is the important matter here?"

"I came to get the Dust Cleansing Bell." Zhongli paused and added, "It is used for the ceremony of sending immortals."

"This... is not allowed to travelers to get it?"

"Time is limited, it's too late."

"Then those monsters I just threw into the Dust Song Pot..."

"...Clean them up, they are no longer needed."

"..."