I live a slow life in Genshin Impact

The morning light penetrated the carved window lattices like broken gold, spreading on Feng Luo's bed into a flowing picture of light and shadow. At this moment, sporadic fireworks mixed with the morning mist drifted into the house, gently waking him from his light sleep.

"Hmm...it's dawn."

He rubbed his sore eyes and turned over and sat up.

The wooden bed creaked under the weight, which blended with the shouts and children's laughter outside the door to form a unique morning song.

From today, the Sea Lantern Festival officially begins.

He pushed open the mottled wooden door, and a warm sweet fragrance hit him in the face, the aroma of almond tofu mixed with the sweetness of glutinous rice balls.

Feng Luo narrowed his eyes and looked at the steam rising from the bluestone street - in front of Aunt Wang's snack stand on the corner, the sweet soup bubbling in the copper pot was rolling with an amber luster. The diners in line were wrapped in heavy winter clothes, and the white air they exhaled condensed into tiny clouds in the morning light.

Suddenly, the clear sound of wind chimes came from far away. A windmill vendor hurried past in wooden clogs. The colorful windmill blades spun rapidly above his shoulders, as if to blow the noise of the entire street into the wind.

Just after taking two steps, a white figure suddenly came into view at the entrance of the alley.

Shen He stood in the morning mist with his eyes lowered, the silver ornaments in his hair swaying with his breathing, making the bustling voices around him seem farther away.

The sky lantern in her arms was particularly eye-catching. The light blue lantern paper looked like the entire night sky was cut out and folded into a lantern. The flowing light patterns moved on the paper like a living thing, casting a tiny halo on her cold white cheek.

"Good morning." Shen He's voice seemed to come from far away, but it was rare to have a bit of warmth in it.

She unconsciously stroked the patterns on the lamp with her fingertips, and suddenly handed one of the lamps to Feng Luo, "This Xiao Lantern made by Master Liuyun is for you."

"Thank you."

Feng Luo smiled brightly. When he took the Xiao Deng, he noticed that her clothes seemed to have changed. The originally plain clothes were skillfully decorated with some patterns, making them elegant and graceful, like a blooming lotus.

"You look good today."

"Um....."

Shen He still had no expression on her face, but the red rope between her sleeves was trembling slightly.

Feng Luo noticed it and raised the corner of his mouth slightly. Before he could open his mouth to tease, cheers suddenly broke out from the main street in the distance.

"What's going on over there?"

Both of them looked over there, but the crowd was so huge that they couldn't see clearly.

"Would you like to go and have a look together?"

"it is good."

So the two of them followed the flow of people and walked towards the port. The sea breeze blowing in their faces lifted Shen He's clothes and hair, and Feng Luo smelled a delicate and refreshing fragrance, just like the fog that was blown away by the wind at this moment, which made people feel relaxed and happy.

Walking through the crowded crowd, the scenes on both sides are like a gorgeous scroll. In front of the sugar painting stall, the master's copper spoon draws a beautiful arc in the air, and the golden sugar juice instantly solidifies into a hovering dragon; the bard of Mondstadt sings on the wine barrel, and the strings of the harp in his hand glow with honey in the sun; the most eye-catching is the stall of the Inazuma merchant, where Japanese confectionery painted with cherry blossoms is placed on the base of the ice sculpture, and the crystal icing reflects the colorful light, attracting children to stand on tiptoe to look.

In front of the sugar painting stall, the master craftsman flipped his wrist deftly, and the amber sugar threads condensed into cranes flapping their wings in the cold wind, attracting children to stand on tiptoe and chatter around the stall.

"It's so lively!"

"This is what Liyue Harbor should look like, Shen He, would you like some..."

Feng Luo took a deep breath, and the sweet aroma of sugar mixed with the smoky smell of street snacks went straight into his nostrils.

He touched the purse at his waist, debating whether to buy one to satisfy his craving, when suddenly, a dazzling blue light flashed in the crowd.

The blue color was like a cold glow in the ice and snow, and it looked out of place in the warm sunshine of Liyue Harbor. On the luxurious clothing of the Kingdom of Winter, the icy-shaped decorations reflected a cold light as the owner moved.

The blond young man stood with his arms folded across his chest, leaning against a vermilion pavilion, with an innocent smile like a child on his face. The sea breeze blew his blue shawl, and the evil eye that was faintly visible at his waist was emitting a faint purple light.

"Oh my, what a coincidence, we meet again." Tartaglia's voice was full of surprise, with a rising tone at the end, as if he was really happy about this chance encounter. His blue eyes narrowed slightly, with the corners of his eyes raised, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

Feng Luo's pupils shrank slightly, and he subconsciously stood in front of Shen He.

Sensing Feng Luo's vigilant gaze, the corners of Dadalia's mouth curved up. He supported the railing with one hand, and jumped down lightly, his boot heel hitting the stone road heavily, startling the sparrows pecking at rice grains under the eaves.

The sparrow fluttered into flight, the sound of its wings flapping mixed with the tiny clashes of the icicle decorations on Tartaglia's body, sounding particularly clear in the noisy street.

"Old friend!" Tartaglia strode over with a brighter smile on his face. "It's been so long since we last met. You look very energetic. Where is the traveler? Why is he not with you?" His eyes swept back and forth between Feng Luo and Shen He, and finally fell on the Xiao Lantern in Feng Luo's hand.

"Huh? Where did you buy this sky lantern? It's so beautiful!" Tartaglia's eyes lit up instantly, and like a child who had discovered a new toy, he quickly moved forward. The chillness he exuded made the air around him seem to drop several degrees.

Feng Luo hid the Xiao Lantern behind him, spread out his hands and said: "You can't buy this anywhere else. But if you behave better and don't make trouble at this time, maybe Shen He can give you one, right Shen He?" As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Shen He beside him.

Shen He still had that cold look on her face, the demon-subduing pestle in her hand glowing with a cold light. She just glanced at Tartaglia indifferently without saying a word, but the aura around her became increasingly colder.

"Hey, hey, isn't it?" Tartaglia spread his hands exaggeratedly, with a wronged smile on his face, "Do I look like someone who can cause trouble?"

"Isn't it?" Feng Luo narrowed his eyes, his tone full of sarcasm, "Who released the Whirlpool Demon God last time? And tried to rob the Golden House? And turned Liyue upside down?"

"Is there such a thing?" Shen He frowned slightly, and a rare hint of surprise appeared in her cold voice. She clenched the demon-subduing pestle in her hand and stared at Tartaglia vigilantly.

"Hey, hey, hey! Keep your voice down!" Tartaglia's face suddenly changed. He looked around nervously and quickly reached out to cover Feng Luo's mouth. "Don't speak loudly about this kind of thing!"

After confirming that no one was paying special attention to him, he breathed a sigh of relief, but quickly returned to his cynical look, "That's all in the past. Today is the Lantern Festival, such a beautiful day, let's not bring up the past. Besides, I'm not here to cause trouble this time."