Genshin Impact: Great, you guys still remember

This is the first time Ying Zizhen has returned to Inazuma Castle after a hundred years.

Nothing seems to have changed. The grass is growing and the birds are singing. The spring cherry blossoms are falling. The lanterns hung during the Spring Festival have not yet been taken down. The red lights and pink petals are blurred in an ambiguous way.

The city is full of shouts, fresh fish caught in the morning, straw hats woven last night, hot cakes, and Liyue's candied haws...

Everything is the same as in my memory, as if it were a lifetime ago, as if nothing had ever gone away.

"Mr. Narukami,"

"Lord General..."

But when people on the street saluted her and looked at her with awe or surprise, Ying was still in a trance for a moment, then she reacted.

Oh, it turns out they were calling me, it turns out the Ming Shen now is me,

When the tall man left, we became Inazuma’s tall man.

Perhaps to them, Ming Shen was only one person from beginning to end. In other words—

It's really gone, and no one knows.

No one shares Ying's sorrow.

As we were walking, we saw a newly opened store at the corner of the street - Yaedo.

This fox still had the time to do this. She felt inexplicably annoyed.

He stepped forward and picked up a book - "Reborn Chang'e, I Didn't Eat the Magic Pill".

"General...General!"

He was about to rebuke the shop owner for not looking or moving, but he shuddered when he saw Ying's true appearance.

"Is this shop opened by your Lord Palace Administrator?"

Ying put the book back.

"Yes, it was Gong Si... It was the editor-in-chief who opened this shop. She even chose the name of the shop herself."

The clerk didn't dare to raise his head, and cupped his hands:

"Our store has all the necessary procedures. I'll take them right away..."

"No need,"

Ying waved his hand and looked at the various titles on the bookshelf.

"Long Aotian, draws his sword to the sky", "Sweet pet, proud fox pets hard"...

What the hell is this?

“Who did all this?”

"Reply...Reply General, these are all works by various authors. They have been reviewed by the editor-in-chief and put on the shelves."

Suddenly, the fox appeared in Shadow's eyes, smiling and having fun all day long.

Needless to say, these books are definitely the ones she likes to read, and this Yaedang is also for her alone.

Thinking of this, a sentence suddenly popped up in her mind.

Shenzi is playful, please take good care of her for me.

This sentence appeared in a dream, it was incoherent and abrupt, and should be ignored...

But...whatever.

...

Walking further forward and down the stairs, there was a commotion in front of us.

Many children in colorful cotton-padded jackets were playing and fighting, chasing each other. Only one big girl stood among them, her golden hair was very dazzling.

"General?"

When the girl saw her, she was stunned for a moment, then immediately stood up, wiped her hands on the hem of her clothes, and saluted hastily.

Seeing this, the children on the side also saluted in a proper manner.

"General, do you want to buy fireworks?"

Seeing Ying looking at her, the girl said a little awkwardly.

"..."

Ying nodded, then shook his head and asked a strange question:

"May I have your name."

"My name is Naganohara Haruna,"

The girl was puzzled, but answered honestly.

"Who is Naganohara Rin to you?"

Ying asked again, with a complex expression in her pupils.

The long-forgotten memories gradually emerge.

"cold..."

The girl thought hard, then shook her head:

"I don't know, but if it's the ancestors of Naganohara, my grandfather should know how many generations it is... I'll go ask now..."

"No need,"

Ying called her and repeated:

"No need."

It turns out that so much time has passed, so long that ordinary people would have already entered the grave of oblivion.

"Oh,"

The girl turned around obediently, looked at Ying's eyes, and then tried boldly:

"Then General... would you like to buy some fireworks?"

"fireworks..."

At this moment, a wisp of fireworks whizzed up into the sky and exploded in the air.

But now it is daytime, and it is all white, and nothing can be seen clearly.

Just like the heart, if the heart is also white, then the fireworks will lose their brilliance and only remain short-lived.

Ying doesn't like fireworks like this.

The fireworks she liked were only in her memories.

"No need,"

She shook her head slightly.

Yes, she once held the fireworks, held that fleeting moment, and thought it was eternity.

Turning over the corner of memories, a perfect life,

I thought happiness could be mastered.

Until it disappears like smoke in the blink of an eye.

...

Ying finally returned to the castle tower.

It was completely dark.

The castle tower was still empty, just like it had been for hundreds or thousands of days. It was dead silent and deserted, dark and decaying, as if it had become a black hole that was slowly swallowing her up.

She slowly sat down cross-legged in front of the hall.

Thousands of years had passed, and she had never realized that the castle tower was so monotonous, so cold, penetrating into her skin and seeping into her heart.

It was a darkness that even the brightly lit and bustling Inazuma Castle could not dispel.

Because the lights of Inazuma Castle do not belong to her.

So she pulled out her dream.

After picking up her dream, she followed her sister's example and kept it in her heart, as if this meant that Zhen was still with her...

The dream is emitting a faint pink and purple light.

Ying didn't know where this pink and purple light came from. Maybe it was there from the beginning?

In short, when this little light appeared in the castle tower and reflected on her face, her heart finally felt a little warm.

She suddenly took out a wooden box.

Made of mahogany, it is hard to tell the year or month of the box. When the lid is opened, there are more than ten compartments with colorful snacks neatly arranged in them.

Soft and sticky, extremely delicious.

It looked very fresh, as if it had just been taken out of the steamer - but Ying knew that it should be almost two hundred years old...

Two hundred years later, the dim sum inside is still full.

Ying was reluctant to eat it, and would only pick up a piece and eat it when she was cold.

If we do it together, the loneliness that spreads deep in our hearts will dissipate a little bit.

Memories only shine when things and people have changed.

...

Now... she really can't hold on any longer. Being tall is really tiring.

Carrying the wife and the memories of everyone,

As the dessert entered his mouth, a purple light followed him, and his cold, mechanical appearance began to break and melt like broken spring ice.

She slowly curled up her legs and hugged her knees, her body trembling slightly:

"May we live long and share the beauty of the moon, even though we are thousands of miles apart... But you...

Why don't you come to my dream to see me?"

The castle tower returned to its previous silence, with only the faint purple light remaining, gently enveloping Ying's body, and the open snack box beside it, silent.

Missing someone is a disease. The scabbed wounds are always torn open by memories.

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There will be more tonight. I will clear up some foreshadowing in one chapter, and then you can see what you like to see.