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

"If the money is not enough." She paused, "Just tell me... You can also dream."

She is the Fire Rat General, a Yasha who has lived for more than 2000 years, but she is more like a little girl, she burns paper money one after another, lowering her eyes:

"Tuomeng tell Yingda...Yingda, I really want to see my eldest brother again."

"Even if it's a dream."

The paper money had already been burned, they melted in the flames and turned into fine ashes, which slowly dispersed with the wind, and most of the joss sticks were burned.

She bowed her head, her shoulders trembling slightly.

Almost time to leave.

"This year there is only Yingda again." She said, "Since you left, big brother, the four of us have not been reunited."

"But everyone is doing well, brother, don't worry." Yingda smiled softly, she likes to smile, "I'm also having a good time."

The sky was getting darker, and the weather didn't seem to be good today. It was just after noon, and the sun was closing in. The dark sky seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, and it seemed that it was going to rain.

"Actually, I've always been curious."

The young man's cold voice sounded from Yingda's ear. He knelt down and picked up the paper money package. On the package was the banknote denomination of "[-] million moras" and the signature was "issued by Beiguo Mingjian Bank". , it seems that the banking business of Zhidong Kingdom has penetrated into Liyue's underworld.

"Everyone burns so much money, won't there be inflation in the future?" Nuo Yan tilted his head and asked seriously.

This is a question worth exploring.

Yingda is thoughtful.

She looked at this strange young man who appeared suddenly. His clothes were very simple. He was wearing a dark brown straight tunic suit with a tight waist. The 15-year-old boy had a beautiful and delicate face, and his eyes were as warm as jade.

It's strange, it's obviously deserted here.

"What is inflation?"

In fact, Yingda is thinking about what inflation means.

She has never learned this idiom.

"As long as everyone has money, the price of goods will naturally rise, and the currency will continue to depreciate, and the money will become worthless."

The teenager replied seriously, "This is called inflation."

"In the end of winter, my Da Liyue's heart is not dead, and I can't win the commercial war on the battlefield of the underworld, so I try to invade through the currency of the underworld, destroy the currency system of my big Liyue underworld, cause an economic crisis, and use the battlefield of the underworld to defeat the underworld. The battlefield. We need to give it a head-on blow!"

Nuo Yan said seriously.

"Then..." Miss Yasha was startled, "Isn't it because the money I burned for big brother is not enough!"

"It's possible." Nuo Yan nodded seriously again.

"Then what should we do?" Yingda asked.

"Burn some devices." Obviously this is an absurd topic, but Nuo Yan answered seriously: "Hard currency is best."

"That's it."

Miss Yasha nodded.

She propped her face sideways, staring blankly at the handful of loess, "I miss him very much."

"You miss him very much?" Nuo Yan listened quietly.

He gazed at the pile of barren mounds calmly, without any extra emotion in his heart.

[Second agreement: Go to a barren slope of Wuwangpo, wait by a graveyard, and drink a glass of sake with the mourners]

This tomb has been abandoned for many years.

This is his second appointment.

Nuo Yan doesn't know what this means, and he doesn't know who this grave is... But looking at the description of the system, it seems to be his own...

What is the experience of going to your own grave?

Nuo Yan didn't understand.

It feels amazing.

But obviously, this guy who didn't know it was a few previous lives was not very popular.

Haha, what a bad popularity!

What a shame.

Another short-lived idiot for sure!

He had been waiting here for a long time, but no one came to express his condolences. The grave was cold and dead silent, standing alone in this desolate place, it seemed that the whole world had forgotten it.

The little girl said that his elder brother was buried in the grave.

Maybe she knows a lot about her past life.

But Nuo Yan would not inquire about it.

Anyway, it's a sad and sad story.

His goal in this life has already been set: 'Live a life happily and heartlessly', not be responsible to anyone or anything, be a carefree bastard, and live a life willful.

He just wants to be happy.

If you can't form a relationship, it will only increase your loneliness.

ever thing to fuck.

Simply complete the agreement, and then leave, without asking, talking, speaking or caring.

"I miss him very much. It's strange. He did such a thing. I should hate him...but I just can't do it, but I miss him very much. Everyone says I'm weird."

Yingda murmured.

"Today is the first day of the new year,"

"What a happy year it was, what a happy time before the war, when we were all together."

Yingda rested her cheeks, she obviously wouldn't talk about these things with ordinary people on weekdays, but seeing this boy somehow made her heartstrings relax.

"Setting off firecrackers, guessing flower cards, the fireworks are so beautiful... Big brother will cook a lot of delicious food, everyone sits around, celebrates all day long, gets drunk, and is carried home by big brother .”

Ying Da said, "But it's changed now, we haven't been together for a long time, obviously we are a family... We talk less and less to each other, and gradually there is a gap... I haven't let go for a long time Fireworks, obviously fireworks can be set off. It’s strange, Chinese New Year is not as happy as it used to be.”

Her crimson eyes were a little dim.

Nuo Yan shook his head.He said with emotion,

"The year has never changed. Fireworks and firecrackers, even if these things disappear, even if they are banned by the government, people who meet again still meet again, and people who are happy are still happy, but there is a lot less fun."

"The taste of the real New Year has faded. In fact, the taste of humanity has faded. Those who meet again no longer meet again, and those who are happy no longer have joy. Friends grow up and drift away. When the New Year is just a holiday ceremony, The reunion has become the year-end summary of each year, losing the joy and anticipation of the past, who will take a boring 'year-end summary' seriously?"

Ying Da shook his head, "Very strange words."

"I'm leaving."

She patted her body, stood up, and took out a jug of sake from her pocket. Yingda stared at the tombstone, and spilled half of the jug into the soil, which was regarded as pouring wine for Brother Fushe.

"There will be a reception on the first day of the new year. Brother Fushe, this is our agreement, and Yingda has complied."

Yingda should be serious and authentic.

"Let's have a drink together."

"what?"

Nuo Yan raised the ale in his hand, pointed to the grave, "I'm also here to pay homage to him."

surprise.

Ying Da stared at the young man in front of him in surprise, never expecting him to say such a thing.

But the way he spoke was very serious, and his light blue eyes were very serious.

Obviously, everyone, Yashas didn't come, only she came.

"...OK." She nodded. "Thank you."

The sky was getting darker, and they had a drink in the gloom.

"Happy New Year."

After drinking this cup, Ying Da wanted to leave.

She tidied up the things neatly, swept away the paper dust, then waved her hand and walked into the distance.

Her back is very tired and lonely.

Nuo Yan watched her back, and he suddenly shouted: "Wait a minute."

[Second agreement: Go to a barren slope of Wuwangpo, wait by a graveyard, and drink a glass of sake with the mourners]

They obviously had a drink, but the agreement was not completed.

Could it be..

.

Nuo Yan had a guess in his mind.

Have to wait a little longer.

-

It's raining.

The pattering raindrops hit the shrub leaves, Wuwangpo became more and more dark, time passed slowly, Nuo Yan waited patiently.

The twilight gradually began to merge.

The rain is also getting heavier and heavier, densely woven into a fine net, covering the leaden sky.

I don't know how long I've been waiting, maybe it's already sunset.

Wuwangpo was eerily quiet.

Suddenly, there was the sound of light footsteps.

In the drizzle, a figure appeared.

That was a very cool boy.

Short cyan hair, a few strands of light-colored highlights, close-fitting bunt overlooking, embroidered with moiré patterns around it, dragging wide sleeves.

Holding a bamboo umbrella, he quietly watched the barren mound with his bright golden eyes.

The boy didn't carry paper money, nor incense sticks, but a bouquet of small white flowers pinned to his chest.

"...You are a bastard."

He said calmly.

There was no ups and downs in the tone, just stating the fact calmly.

With lowered eyes, the cold raindrops hit the bamboo umbrella, making a crisp sound.

"You are a bastard."

The popularity in the previous life was really not good... Nuo Yan said in his heart.

The young man bent down and gently placed the bouquet of white flowers in front of the tombstone. He paused and said softly, "I don't miss you."

"Mortal over there, come out."

He said without looking back.

Yasha is indeed very powerful.

Especially Mandrill.

Although Nuo Yan tried his best to hold his breath and lower his heartbeat, he was still spotted by Mandrill, after all, he was just a mortal.

"Wow...found."

He scratched his head and smiled awkwardly.

"Mortal, what are you doing here?"

Mandrill stared at Nuo Yan coldly, his golden eyes were cold and without emotion, like a deep pool of water.

Wow, this guy is so short, but he looks so cute...