Genshin Impact: The wind blowing back to the starting point

"Ah!" Wendy shouted, sitting up suddenly.

Suddenly I found that everything around me became very strange.

I saw various harps hanging on the surrounding walls, and a model of a deer head.

There is a bookshelf in the room with many collections of poems named after him; there is also a desk with many apples placed on it.

He got out of bed and watched all this, feeling no coldness at all when he stepped on the fluffy blanket with his bare feet.

Just like this, I walked to the window and saw a city in the snow outside. The shops downstairs were all lit up with warm yellow lights. Just one glance made me feel warm.

Of course, he didn't feel cold at all in the house.

But Wendy felt vaguely uneasy. He always felt that this was not the place he wanted to come.

But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't remember where I was going.

He walked to the bookshelf and looked at the poetry books, all with Wendy's name written on them.

He did remember the name Wendy, but for some reason, he felt that he should have another name.

Moreover, that name seems to be very important and seems to carry a lot of things.

But I can't remember it.

"Wendy! Hurry up! If you don't go to dinner, you'll miss the concert!" An urging voice sounded outside the door.

Although Wendy couldn't figure out what the concert was like or who was outside the door.

But his intuition told him that he could trust that person and he had to act quickly, otherwise he might be in big trouble.

So, he responded to the urging voice outside the door, quickly changed his clothes, opened the door and wanted to go out.

Before he could walk out of the door, his footsteps suddenly stopped and he stared at the young man in front of him.

I saw that the boy in front of me had exactly the same face as myself, the only difference was the color of his hair.

He seemed to be waiting impatiently, his eyes full of impatience, holding a harp and looking at Wendy who was dawdling in front of him.

"Hurry up, they look exactly the same, but their personalities are completely different." He was still complaining.

At this moment, tears suddenly welled up in Wendy's eyes, and a sour emotion bloomed in her heart.

He suddenly grabbed the hand of the person in front of him and stared at him closely, as if if he didn't grab him, he would get farther and farther away from him.

The moment you catch it, it's like a lost treasure.

His sudden tears made the young man very strange. Instead, he held his hand and looked at him eagerly: Don't think that if you cry, I won't care if you are late. I have agreed before that whoever is late will be the puppy! "

"I don't know..." Wendy wiped away her tears quickly, "I don't know why, but I just feel so missed when I see you. When I see you, I want to hold you, as if you will run away as soon as I let go. Same thing."

The young man suddenly stopped his hand and raised his piano as if to run away: "If you don't hurry up, I will really run away! Really, they are all poets, how can you be like a mother-in-law?"

Listening to his repeated urging, Wendy went back to the house and took out a harp with rosewood iron strings without any time to think.

As soon as the door was closed, the young man pulled him and ran downstairs. As he ran, he was still complaining: "You are obviously going to this concert, why are you taking so long..."

He talked a lot, but Wendy couldn't listen to a word. She just held Qin and stared blankly at the back of the boy running forward.

A scene vaguely appeared in my mind. It seemed that he had been running in a certain place like this before, but he was running in front and he was chasing behind.

It was obviously a happy scene, but when Wendy thought about it, her heart ached unconsciously, as if she had some regrets.

But no matter how she thought about it, Wendy couldn't figure out the reason.

Before they knew it, they came to a restaurant.

"We have to eat quickly, otherwise we will miss the concert." The boy said as he ordered a bunch of dishes.

Wendy did not interfere with him, but took the ticket he just handed to her and studied it.

This ticket is unusual. The painting on the ticket stub looks like someone has painted it one stroke at a time. It looks very expensive from this point of view.

And the seats are toward the front. From Wendy's intuition, this is simply a sky-high price.

Wendy looked at the boy and asked, "This should be worth a lot of money, right?"

"Of course, the hand-painted tickets for the front row are limited, but we spent a lot of effort to get them."

"Are we so rich?" Wendy couldn't believe it. Although he had no previous memory, he vaguely remembered that he sometimes had to sell songs just for an apple.

To be able to buy such an expensive ticket, he had to sing and play so many songs.

Hearing his doubts, the young man who was waiting for the food looked at Wendy suspiciously. After sizing up Wendy, he clapped his hands suddenly and looked at him as if he were a fool: "You must be sleeping stupidly." , today is very strange."

Wendy frowned. He also felt strange. Although he felt a rare joy when seeing the young man, he always felt that something was wrong.

But he couldn't tell the source of this strangeness. He could only say: "I have been sleeping late recently and my memory is not very good."

Hearing this, the young man glared at him dissatisfied: "Don't stay up late! Don't stay up late! You don't understand, don't you? You lost a lot of weight by staying up late to publish a collection of poems for this ticket some time ago, and you're still staying up now."

Hearing this, Wendy was a little surprised. She raised her head and looked at the boy: "My book is so valuable?"

"Money? What is money?"

"Money is Maura." Wendy replied without thinking.

"Moura? What is mola? A new vocabulary in your poem?" The young man wondered.

"I'm not powerful enough to invent the word Mora. Mora is Morax..." At this point, Wendy suddenly paused.

He almost blurted out the name "Morax", but he couldn't remember who Morax was.

But this name, like the scenes he imagined with the boy, was very familiar, as if he had mentioned it often before.

And when he mentioned the name Morax, he still had a very strange emotion in his heart.

This kind of emotion can't be said to be annoying. In short, it just feels like there is something missing if I can't tease him in front of the owner of this name.

"Do you know Morax?" Wendy looked at the boy. Since the boy gave her a feeling of nostalgia and Morax was familiar, then they should also know each other.

"Morax? I don't know him, I've never heard of him, your new idol?"

"Oh, stop joking, he is not my idol." Although he had no memory, subconsciously he was particularly disgusted with the idea that Morax was his idol.

Seeing his reaction, the young man also smiled happily. He looked at Wendy with a look of distress in his eyes: "That's the right way to laugh and laugh. You scared me to death when you cried in the morning. However, during this period, You worked really hard."

Wendy looked into his eyes for a long time, and the strange emotion still existed. He who was usually eloquent actually didn't know what to say at this moment.

He wanted to ask the boy if he could always stay with him.

But the fact is that judging from the boy's words, they have always been together.

In the end, Wendy could only smile: "Come on, let's enjoy this happy moment today."