Genshin Impact: The wind blowing back to the starting point

Finally the man let Wendy into the house.

Walking into the house, Wendy saw a whole wall of paintings, including landscapes and figures, and these paintings all had the same characteristic: they were like photos from a video camera.

He can depict every detail very clearly, and even just by looking at the eyes of the people in the painting, Wendy can guess their emotions at that time.

"Wow, you are so awesome!" Wendy exclaimed, looking at the paintings all over the room.

The man ignored Wendy's sigh, casually cleared out a place that was barely big enough to sit, and asked Wendy to sit down.

After sitting down, Wendy was still admiring every painting on the wall, but the man was observing him carefully, and his eyes seemed to be examining something.

Wendy noticed his look and cast a puzzled look at him: "Why do you keep looking at me like this?"

The man removed his eyes, leaned on the back of the sofa, and raised his head: "Let me tell you first, I won't paint now. If you want me to paint, please go elsewhere."

Looking at his repulsive look, Wendy laughed: "Didn't I tell you everything? I'm here to tell you some news and inquire about something by the way."

Hearing this, the man looked at Wendy with his narrow eyes and narrowed his eyes: "Did you just call me a friend?"

Wendy spread her hands, neither denying nor answering, but smiled and said, "I've already told you my name, so shouldn't you also introduce yourself?"

Seeing Wendy's attitude, although the man was irritated, he couldn't say anything, so he turned his head and casually dropped his name: "Villali."

"Okay, Mr. Villari, I want to ask you about someone. Have you heard of Sibal?"

"No, if you want to say that he is my friend, then you are probably looking for the wrong person."

Wendy was startled. According to the words of the uncle outside the village, the village chief was indeed Verali's friend. Why didn't he recognize him when he got here? It was because he refused to recognize him or the village chief changed his name.

Wendy immediately added: "He has ice blue hair, and his pupils are also ice blue."

After listening to Wendy's description, Villari sat up and looked at Wendy seriously: "I know a person like that, but his name is not Sibal."

Having said this, Villari paused, then gritted his teeth and said: "His name is Siswan."

Wendy immediately became interested, looked at Verali seriously, then pointed in the direction of the cliff and said, "Have you ever drawn a picture of the couple? There is that high tower in the background corner."

"Yes, how do you know?" Villari looked at Wendy warily, "That painting is only known to me, the painter, and the couple."

Wendy immediately told him about what he had seen and heard in the village before. Of course, he did not tell him about his own identity, the demon god, or the last battle between the two.

After listening to Wendy's story, Villari was silent for a long time, then turned his head and looked at Wendy, his eyes showing no emotion: "So, he really found a way to resurrect his wife, right?"

"No, there is no magic to bring the dead back to life. Sometimes what you see is just an illusion at the cost of life."

Wendy told this cruel fact calmly.

"Ha, it turns out it's just that." As he said that, Villari suddenly covered his face and laughed.

There was sarcasm in the smile, as if he had heard something ridiculous, but there was also a hint of sadness.

He had laughed enough and turned to look at Wendy with indifference in his eyes: "Then what are you here for?"

"I want to find out why he left the village."

Villali looked at the ceiling and pondered, as if lost in memories, and after a long time he said calmly: "He said he found a way to revive his wife."

"Do you know what to do?"

Villali shook his head. He stood up and walked to the window, opened the curtains and pointed at the snow-capped mountains: "He always ran there during that time. Maybe he had learned something."

Wendy nodded gently while looking at the snow-capped mountains, and then thousands of winds blew towards the snow-capped mountains.

All we have to do now is wait for Qianfeng to bring news.

Looking at the snow-capped mountains, Verali raised his hand, made a circle with his index finger and thumb, looked at the snow-capped mountains from the circle, and said to Wendy calmly: "Thank you for bringing him the news."

"You're welcome. I have my own purpose, but don't you want to go see him? I can take you there."

Hearing what Wendy said, Villari sneered: "If a person who was once your best friend later betrayed you, would you still accept it?"

After saying that, Villari turned around and dug out a broken piano from a pile of debris: "This is the piano he gave me. It is proof that we are close friends, but in the end our friendship is also like this piano." Becoming broken.”

The former friendship between Verali and the village chief of Sibal, no, with Siswan, was very similar to the story of mountains and flowing water that Wendy had heard in Liyue.

He paints and he composes music. The two geniuses cherish each other.

He could understand the emotions in his music, and he could also see a different kind of rhythm in his paintings.

Siswan once said that Virali was the only person who understood his music and could even paint the emotions his music wanted to express.

Villali also had high praise for Siswan. He said that Siswan was the only one who could translate his paintings into tunes.

"Do you know how difficult it is to meet a soulmate? So we have always had a good relationship. He stood up for me so that I would no longer be bullied. He built this house for me as a shelter and stayed by my side when I was sick. Just like family..."

Speaking of this, Villali's mouth was filled with a smile filled with beautiful memories.

"He treats me sincerely, and I do the same. On his birthday, I stayed up late and painted for him to celebrate his birthday; when he married, I painted ninety-nine paintings for him to express my blessings; when his wife was sick, I braved the snowstorm with him I walked around the village looking for a doctor; I heard that there were gods living in the tower, so I knelt in the snow every day to pray for the gods to help him. As a friend, I tried everything I could..."

Vera's tone gradually became passionate and helpless as she told the story of herself and Siswan to the strange boy in front of her.

"But after his wife died, he changed. In fact, I can understand that no one can accept the death of a loved one. Then he built an ice coffin and guarded his wife's body every day. In fact, these are normal. .”

Yet Villari underestimated his obsession.

That day, Siswan, who had been depressed, suddenly became interested and said that he had found a way to resurrect his wife.

At first, Villari was happy for him. Although he had some doubts in his heart, he also hoped that this was true. He hoped that his best friend would be well more than anyone else.

It was from that day that he gave up music and started going to the snow-capped mountains every day.

Although Villari had doubts and asked several times, Siswan always told him to rest assured and said nothing else, so he stopped asking.

Until one day, when he came back from the snow-capped mountains again, Villari noticed that he looked much weaker, as if his life force had been drained away.

Villali sensed something was wrong and immediately asked him where he had gone, and strongly asked him not to enter the mountain again the next day.

It was precisely because of this that the two had a violent quarrel.

During this period, Siswan used elemental power to injure Verali. Verali felt strange that he had never had the Eye of God, so where did this elemental power come from.

However, Siswan did not explain to him and insisted on leaving the village with his wife because he firmly believed that Virali would prevent him from resurrecting his wife.

It was at this time that Siswan said the words that seemed to collapse his faith in Verali: "If you die in exchange for her awakening, I am willing to kill you, but unfortunately, you don't have that ability. "

These words overwhelmed all Verali's sanity, and he shouted at Siswan's back: "Why do you! Is everything I do as it should be? Is it worthless!? Who is accompanying you? You went to see a doctor in the snow!? And who knelt in the snow to pray for blessings for you!"

Facing Virali's question, Siswan remained silent for a long time. He turned his head and looked at Virali coldly, and uttered a cold word: "I didn't ask you..."

After saying that, Siswan turned and left.

No matter how much Virali yelled behind him, Siswan never looked back. He hugged his wife and disappeared into the heavy snow.

Liuxia Verali looked out at the door alone. Everything in the past was like these snowflakes, which shattered to the ground after falling.

At this, Villari laughed like crazy.

Siswan's words made him look like a clown, making all his efforts and everything ridiculous.

He had laughed enough, and his eyes were full of disappointment: "In the end, there was no music in the painting, and the music was no longer reflected in the painting."