Genshin Impact: The wind blowing back to the starting point

Snow slowly fell from the sky, and Wendy raised her hand to catch a snowflake.

He raised his head and looked around, but couldn't see any shadow of the mountain peaks. He felt a little strange. Logically speaking, the mountains should be towering.

"Let's go, don't be in a daze." The boy who finished paying ran out and took Wendy's hand and ran to the theater.

When she came to the theater, she saw water on the piano, so Wendy quickly wiped it off.

The instrument is more important to the bard than himself. It doesn't matter if he gets wet, but the instrument cannot get even a little wet.

The boy on the side also polished his own piano. Looking at Wendy's piano, he couldn't help but smile and said, "This is your most precious piano. Why did you take it out today?"

Wendy was startled. He looked at the piano in his hand. It was true that he cherished it, but he always felt as if he had damaged the piano before, making it impossible to repair.

Naturally, there should be no situation where it is never taken out on weekdays.

"Maybe today's concert is very rare, and I want it to be seen in the world." Wendy replied calmly.

Now that things have happened, he has begun to doubt whether his feeling is right or wrong.

At this moment, all the lights in the theater went out.

"It's about to begin." The young man said softly, sitting up straight and waiting for the show to start.

Looking at his appearance, Wendy was very happy, but there was a faint uneasiness in her heart. He always felt that the place where his eyes fell was as bright and beautiful as a bubble in the sun, but it burst at the touch of a touch.

At this moment, the curtain on the stage slowly opened, attracting Wendy's attention.

Then, the lights on the stage came on, and a man and a woman stood on the stage.

The man sat on a high stool holding the piano, and the woman stood in front of the stage, with other accompanists behind her.

Everyone is admiring this pair of handsome men and beautiful women, praising their talent and appearance.

But Wendy raised the corners of her lips and murmured softly: "That's great, he picked up the piano again."

"What did you say?" The young man was attracted by his words.

Wendy came to her senses.

Right, what are you talking about?

Then, the sound of the piano sounded together with the woman's singing, and the boy no longer cared about Wendy's strangeness and turned his attention to the stage.

The sound of the piano is soothing and the woman's voice is soft. The two fit together perfectly, like a gentle lullaby.

Everyone was immersed in the singing, even the young man was enjoying it with a smile.

However, Wendy heard sadness in the music. It was less like a lullaby and more like a farewell song.

For some reason, some strange scenes suddenly appeared in my mind:

It was under a big tree, and the man and woman on the stage were saying their final goodbyes;

There is also a man in the ice cave who is caressing the woman's face in front of the ice coffin. His eyes are alternately doting and sad;

There is also a man lying in the snow holding Qin and crying.

The more he thought about it, the more Wendy's head hurt, but he felt like he was missing something.

At this time, he suddenly realized a problem. The protagonists in these pictures were all men. So what role did he play in these pictures?

Just then, the song ends and the memories come to an abrupt end.

Wendy raised her head and looked at the stage, and saw the woman getting off the stage. The man stepped forward, raised his hand generously, and bowed to everyone.

He looked gentle and generous, saying his thanks.

Wendy frowned. In his opinion, this was very inconsistent. This man should not have this kind of character. He should be the kind of person who should not speak more than thirty words a day.

Wendy became more and more convinced that there was something wrong with everything around her. The pictures in her mind were too real to be fictional at all.

On the contrary, he had no memory of things he should have remembered, such as staying up late to publish a collection of poems and grabbing tickets.

He suddenly raised his hand and pinched his face, feeling pain immediately.

This doesn’t seem like a dream either…

At this moment, the man on the stage invited the two of them to perform together. The young man excitedly pulled Wendy and walked to the stage.

Although he was confused, he still suppressed his surprise. In this situation, no matter what the reason, he should take it seriously.

However, the man kept staring at his face: "Have we met somewhere?"

His reaction made Wendy feel like she had caught a bamboo pole in the deep sea. Wendy immediately looked at him and said, "Yes, do you remember my name?"

After all, Wendy never thought of that name that seemed to carry a weight.

The man looked at Wendy's face in deep thought, his brows gradually furrowing in that expression.

"Ba...ba what...Sorry, I can't remember clearly, but I remember you like eating apples very much." The man looked at Wendy guiltily.

Although she was a little disappointed, Wendy still laughed: "It's good to remember my hobbies. It means we were very good friends in the past!"

"Friends?" The man was a little surprised and didn't seem to agree with the term friend.

However, there were still spectators watching below, and the young man was also urging Wendy to stand up quickly. It was difficult for the two of them to discuss this issue any more.

Wendy strummed the strings casually, and a familiar feeling suddenly flooded into her mind.

The man looked at him and hesitated, and suddenly walked quickly to Wendy: "Can you play a solo?"

"Huh? Why?" The boy turned around and stood in front of the man, "We Wendy is the most famous bard, how can you let him play alone?"

"Two apples!"

"Deal!" Wendy quickly hugged the boy and covered his mouth, fearing that he would refuse.

The young man broke away and stared helplessly at Wendy: "You really have no future at all."

"Hey."

He is not hopeless, but he believes that there is always something wonderful about music. The performance of the man and his wife made some strange pictures appear in Wendy's mind. Could her own music also remind the man of herself? things.

So Wendy started playing.

Familiar tunes slowly flowed out as Wendy's fingers waved the strings, and the peaceful music filled the entire theater.

Listening to this music, Wendy felt a kind of freedom, a kind of freedom that seemed to be soaring in the sky with someone.

Unexpectedly, the bullet did not matter. The man suddenly said that he was feeling unwell and needed to rest immediately, and asked the soldiers protecting him to clear the area.

When the soldiers came over, Wendy swerved around them and ran to the man and shouted to him: "Do you remember? Do you remember who I am?"

The man looked up at Wendy, with mixed emotions in his eyes. He seemed to have respect, but also confusion.

Finally, the man stood up and left without answering Wendy.

Wendy saw that he didn't tell her, so she wanted to catch up.

"Wendy!" the boy shouted.

Wendy turned around and saw three soldiers threatening the teenagers with swords, as if they wanted to kill them.

Wendy didn't have time to think too much. He immediately ran up in three steps and two steps at a time, then jumped high and kicked towards the soldier.

Then, he handed his piano to the boy, and casually pulled out the soldier's other sword and pointed it at them.

Wendy looked at them with sharp eyes, completely different from the gentle poet just now: "Your master wants to clear the place, not kill people. Let's leave now. Anyone who doesn't want to die, get out of my way!"

Wendy's aura was extraordinary, but the soldiers were still surrounding her, with no hesitation on their faces.

At this time, a man's voice came from the background: "Let them go!"

After receiving the order, the soldiers immediately moved out of the way.

Wendy turned her head and looked at the man, only to see him turn around and leave.

Wendy had no intention of starting another conflict with them, so she threw down her sword and ran away with the boy.

After running all the way to the street, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief.

The boy returned the piano to Wendy, and when he looked at Wendy, his eyes looked like he was looking at some monster.

"Why are you so powerful all of a sudden? In the past, you always wanted me to protect you."

"You've protected me so many times, it's my turn to protect you." Wendy said without thinking.

At this moment, he was still recalling the man's appearance and complicated eyes in his mind.

He was sure that the man must have remembered who he was, and he had to find a chance to see the man again.

So, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the young man: "How can I see that musician again?"

"Are you crazy? He is God's musician, otherwise why do you think he can order soldiers." The young man looked at Wendy.

"God? What god?" Although Wendy felt familiar with the word god.

"I see that you are really ill. Of course you are the God of Soul-Destroying Ice."

Wendy really didn't think there was any beauty in this name. He turned his head speechlessly and complained silently in his heart: "Is this a name that makes you feel good? You're almost crazy."

Seeing that Wendy stopped talking, the boy became frustrated and looked at the piano in his hand: "I still thought I could play with you."

Looking at his appearance, Wendy felt deeply guilty. If she hadn't insisted on searching for those inexplicable feelings, she wouldn't have made it so bad.

So Wendy, who wanted to make amends, took the boy's hand and said, "Then let's go to the streets and play together. As long as we are together, where is the stage?"

After saying that, he took the young man and ran towards the busiest place in the city.

The two were ready, and just when they were about to play, a voice that seemed to be calling her suddenly sounded in Wendy's mind: "Lord Barbatos!"