Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

The moonlight flowed on the dark blue sleeves of the Son of God, like a gentle deep sea. Xizhi curled up on her knees, the tip of his silver-gray tail slapped the dark patterns on the witch's clothes from time to time, and the crisp sound of the golden bell mixed with the sound of the tide, like some kind of secret Morse code.

"You know what?" Shen Zi's fingertips combed the soft fur behind the cat's ears, where the scent of the red cherry blossoms of Inazuma Castle still lingered, "When Ying made tea, she always liked to watch the tea leaves rise and fall, saying that this was like the trajectory of fate - but she never thought that the reason why the tea leaves sank was because they had struggled to float up."

Xizhi's ears moved, and his claws unconsciously scratched the triple thunder pattern on the Son of God's belt.

"Just like you." Shen Zi suddenly pinched her rebellious pads, "You can use fairy magic to dry the hair instantly, but you insist on waiting for Linghua to wipe it bit by bit with the Sakura handkerchief; you can repair the damaged documents with a snap of your fingers, but you deliberately leave some cat paw prints as 'encryption codes' -" She chuckled, "This kind of clumsy 'sense of participation' is the most 'human' thing about you."

The waves suddenly hit the shore violently, and the splashing water wet the cat's nose. Xizhi sneezed violently, and half a copper coin with holes in it fell out of the exploded fur - it was the "cat betrothal gift" that Xingqiu had forced on his avatar in Liyue yesterday.

"The evidence is irrefutable." Shen Zi shook the tooth marks on the coin, "You dare to chew even money, but you dare not admit that you still covet worldly things?"

"I just..." Xizhi's voice was muffled by his fur, "I'm afraid they will be disappointed."

"Are you afraid they will find out that the so-called 'Sister Lin' is actually a stupid cat who can't even control her transformation?" Shen Zi suddenly took out a mirror like a magic trick, "What about this?"

What was reflected in the mirror was not a cat, but Lin Huan's appearance in human form—a jade hairpin was inserted diagonally in his hair, but a tuft of silver-gray hair stood out at his temples, which could not be suppressed no matter what.

"Last month, when you were eating golden shrimp balls in Wanmin Hall, Xiangling took this photo with her camera." Shen Zi poked the tuft of hair with evil intentions, "Later, this photo was made into a 'missing person notice' by Hu Tao. Now, everyone in Liyue Harbor calls it 'the fairy pigtail' - Ying said~"

"Eightfold Son of God!" Xizhi smashed the water mirror with one claw, but forgot that she was still on his lap, and rolled onto the beach like a cat. She shook her fur in embarrassment, and suddenly found that the sand condensed into the outline of Liyue Harbor under the moonlight: the lanterns of Feiyun Slope were the chili seeds scattered by Xiangling, the steps of Yujing Terrace were the old books piled up by Xingqiu, and the location of the Hall of Rebirth was a cat-shaped dough figurine made by Hutao.

The tip of Shenzi's clogs gently tapped the "cat face": "Look, you have long been a person in their story - whether in the form of a cat, as an immortal, or with that cute curled hair."

The sound of the tide suddenly became very far away. Xizhi looked at the morning star rising on the horizon and remembered what Fushe said when he taught her to play the leaf flute four hundred years ago: "The beauty of the note is that it will dissipate."

"......When is the tea party scheduled?"

Shen Zi paused while combing the cat's fur, a smile spreading across her eyes: "Tomorrow at noon. But -" She suddenly lifted the cat up by the scruff of its neck, "Ying has been obsessed with light novels lately, you'd better prepare some Liyue gossip as 'tea snacks'."

Xizhi was about to protest, but her mouth was stuffed with tri-color dumplings. As the sweet bean paste melted on her tongue, she vaguely heard the Son of God sighing softly, "Silly child, eternity is never unchanging..."

The moment the morning light pierced through the clouds, the golden bell on the cat's neck suddenly burst into rock patterns. The waves rolled the unfinished words into the deep sea, leaving only the tip of the tail hooked on the corner of the Son of God's sleeve, like grabbing the last piece of driftwood.

(At the tea party at the Borrowing Scenery Garden the next day, Ying stared at the young woman in green sitting upright in front of him for a long time, and suddenly reached out to brush her temples - the tuft of silver-gray hair stood up stubbornly in the morning light, exactly like the "fairy's curled braids" in the legend.)