Yuanshen, as a mortal, I cannot accompany you to the end

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Qingye Fengyin disappeared, and the bard named Wendy also left in a hurry. Everyone left, leaving only Ying and Paimon standing in place, stubbornly believing that there are dragons in the world, and stubbornly going Fishing, stubbornly going to burn firewood, stubbornly going to buy condiments, stubbornly...waiting for them to come back to eat together.

Ying propped her head up and looked out the window, dusk had already fallen, the restless night wind was blowing wildly, and Mond City was covered with dim tones.

For Mond residents, it’s time to get off work and it’s time for dinner—it’s time to go home and enjoy a warm bowl of rice with the family.

What's more, the New Year is coming soon.

As the fishing boat returns to the shore, smoke rises from the attic and alleys, and the lanterns of each family are lit. The smoke from the stove smokes the night of Mond into a warm and slightly grayish-yellow color.

"Ying, don't wait for that villain. He won't come back."

"Paimon is hungry."

Paimon supported her little head, she sat restlessly on the small bench, her two little feet shook, her stomach made a rumbling sound, the little guy looked sad:

"Let's eat first."

...

silence.

The bright moonlight is as cold as gauze, and the moonlight melts into the shadow of the plane tree outside the window. The evening wind shakes the shade of the tree, and also shakes the moonlight in the shadow.

half an hour.

Pai Meng said, her voice was very low, "Why doesn't the old rice dumpling play with us?"

She lowered her head and patted her stomach, like a white kitten:

"Is it because Paimon ate too much and he doesn't want Paimon anymore?"

When she said this, her round face rested on the edge of the table, biting her lip lightly.

"do not know."

Ying shook her head, she took one last look out of the window, the dusk was getting dark.

"Don't wait for that liar."

'fraud'

This is Ying's evaluation of Qingye Fengyin.

What an amazing thing.

I can also travel by myself.

The cold fish was not tasty, it was as cold as chewing on a piece of rubber.

After eating, I went to sleep.

Ying lay on the wooden window, untied the hairpin, and spread her short blond hair on the pillow. She closed her eyes, and the night wind gently patted on the window lattice, making a rustling sound.

The scenery outside the window was gloomy and gloomy, everything was quiet, the lights of the city-state were extinguished one after another, leaving only the deep blue ocean in the distance, lightly refracting the cold moonlight.

Can't sleep.

Ying didn't know.

Why should you care about Qingye Fengyin?

Obviously just a guy I've known for three months.

She opened the guide again, "Travel Guide to Tivat". The corners of this book were wrinkled and the paper began to turn yellow due to repeated reading. This guide has been a bestseller for a long time. All the humanities, landforms and travel attractions on Watt continent.

travel.

Ying likes to travel.

Traveling is also fun.

"Memory has a shape, and memory has a taste. Every piece of tangible and flavorful memory fragments connected together is called 'travel'. Travel is the track of memory."

——She still remembered what the unscrupulous profiteer said when he sold this...book to himself.

Thinking about it now, maybe it was just a cliché to fool yourself into buying.

I remember these words, but I forgot what the profiteer looked like.

What kind of people you meet, what kind of scenery you meet, where you meet, and when you travel far away, you start to write letters. You can’t wait to share with him what you have learned during your travels. Every time you go to a place, you will taste it. The beauty of that place, where all the memories gather, is called 'travel', and the so-called life of a person is a long, tangible and interesting journey.

Will part, will reunite, will leave.

Happy travels, travelers.

Qingye Fengyin is just a temporary travel companion for this trip, he will leave as soon as he leaves, the traveler's journey will continue, she will always meet the next travel companion.

Just a temporary travel companion for three months.

Just silently wishing well.

But why, does she feel inexplicable sadness?

Ying doesn't know.

This is not like her usual.

Thinking about it carefully, she always finds her attitude towards Qing Ye Fengyin, or rather her emotions, very abrupt and inexplicable.

She's never been like her usual self.

It was the same when that guy was injured last time. She didn't know why, but she was very angry, very angry, and very impulsive.

'I care about you' - the words came out of my mouth out of nowhere.

The same goes for traveling, why do you have to travel with Qingye Fengyin?

Obviously, Paimon is enough.

Why are you so forcefully asking Qingye Fengyin to complete the "Travat Travel Guide" so forcefully?

Get up early every day to pick flowers, to weave wreaths - she always does some inexplicable things.

I don't understand.

Time to sleep.

The cold moonlight penetrated the thin glass, rubbing the shadows of sycamore leaves onto the pillow, she turned over, put away the "Travat Travel Guide", and hugged it close to her chest, restlessly He moved and closed his eyes.

Pillowing on the fine leaves of the sycamore tree, the traveler fell asleep.

I don't know how long it took.

Maybe the sun has risen.

In the dream, she heard singing.

Can't hear the lyrics clearly, maybe there is no such song at all, only the whistling wind, the soft wind blowing gently, making a rustling sound, very soft and soft.

The wind slaps on the soft sandy beach, the rising sun illuminates the wind into shape, and the translucent golden satin looks like the wind is alive.

But as the sun slowly disappeared and the weather dimmed down, the silk and satin began to fade. When the last touch of sunlight dissipated, the wind also melted with the light.

Ying had a nightmare.

dreamed about.

Many years ago.

It's so long ago that memory doesn't exist.

'The world forgot me'

She is forgotten by the world.

Boundless and endless loneliness, endless darkness, she is imprisoned in the eternal crystal, she can't move, can't breathe, her face is reflected in countless crystals, no one can hear her voice, no one can remember she.

Through countless overlapping crystals, she saw that existence, ancient and great, and the breath of "reason" covered everything in the world.

She couldn't struggle, she could only be swallowed by the endless darkness, and could only be bound in that crystal forever.

——"The world...forgot me." Ying said.

"fluorescent."

what sound.

Familiar yet unfamiliar voices.

"fluorescent."

Someone was knocking on the crystal, like knocking on a window.

like the wind.

"Traveler."

- "The world will never forget you."

Hitting again and again.

"Because I remember you"

Those crystals are breaking.

Layer after layer of shattering, the space trembled, and fragments burst out one after another. Along with those fragments, there was also dripping blood, and each fragment reflected his face.

Can't see clearly.

It's just a dream.

His whole body was covered in blood, and half of his body was broken, torn apart by the fragments of space. It was a bone-deep pain, but the young man was smiling, and that smile was like a gentle wind.

He coughed, coughed up blood, and swallowed the blood from the corner of his mouth.

The girl subconsciously stretched out her hand and subconsciously touched the boy's wound. She stared blankly at the boy who was about to die. Her heart seemed to stop suddenly, and her emotions also seemed to stop suddenly. She wanted something, but she couldn't say anything. come out.

The boy was still laughing, still laughing, he swayed, trying to straighten his body, he paused, as if remembering something, reached out his hand from his shirt pocket, and took out a thick book.

Very thick book.

'Tivat Travel Guide'

"I can't read this book, and I can't go to the place in the book in this life. It's obviously brand new—a book I just bought. It's a pity to lose it."

Until the end, he was also so stingy: "I will resell it to you. Although it is second-hand, it is very new. I only charge you a hundred moras."

"No...I don't want to."

In the dream, she was crying, although she didn't know why she was crying, she didn't know why she had this strange dream, and she didn't even know who the boy in front of her was.

But she was crying, and the emotion poured into her heart, and her eyes were splashed like autumn water on the dewy threshold, and she lowered her head.

She wanted to do something, but she couldn't do anything, she couldn't even stand up,

"Traveler, you have to keep going."

"Memory has a shape, and memory has a taste. Every piece of tangible and flavorful memory fragments connected together is called 'travel'. Travel is the track of memory."

The unscrupulous profiteer turned around and raised his head.

In front of him is a grand and ancient god.

is a grand death.

He wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and limped towards the god, still smiling, still smiling.

"You're going to see a lot of scenery. Teyvat is really beautiful."

"You are going to the highest snow mountain."

"You're going to the deepest valley."

The cube made of space hit the boy.

He trembled, biting blood.

"You have seen the sea and the volcano."

"You are going to experience the mountains and deserts."

"Traveler."