Genshin Impact Simulation: Starting with Melsin's Friend

Fontainebleau.

With money in his pocket, he felt no fear. He strolled along the wide streets of Fontainebleau, humming a cheerful tune.

Forget about the saying "thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river," my lord, times have changed.

A true man of Hexi in three seconds? Xiao Mufeng teaches you to redefine "Don't underestimate a young man's potential!"

I, Mu, have finally escaped the ranks of poor... uh, price-sensitive consumers!

Understand the applause!

In a good mood, Mr. Mu strode confidently down the smooth streets of Fengdanting, pondering which restaurant's food could soothe his wounded soul.

Hmm, Luze Cafe, delicious soufflés, and delightful little cupcakes to the water goddess.

The evaluation is complete; Bao Fufu is satisfied with the dessert restaurant.

Well, it's somewhat darkly humorous that a pastry chef goes to a dessert shop to sample desserts.

Oh, the Grand Hotel De Bo, a prestigious venue for banquets, with a wide variety of dishes and an elegant environment.

The "Cook's Meal" service is something you deserve.

Ah, Maple Dew Café, what a meaningful name! It incorporates both Fontainebleau and sea dew flowers in a single word. Add to that the retro-elegant decor—so elegant, so incredibly elegant!

What a tasteful store manager!

Mu Feng nodded in satisfaction, giving the coffee shop, located on the corner of the most bustling street in Fontainebleau, the highest praise.

Wait, something seems off.

Mu Feng suddenly turned around stiffly, staring at the unusually familiar decorations on the coffee shop's signboard, lost in thought.

silence.

Silence reigns in Fontainebleau tonight.

Having temporarily lost the ability to speak, Mu silently brought up the system in his mind and forcibly turned the external camera module of the system, which was acting guilty, towards the direction of the coffee shop.

There are countless restaurants in Fontainebleau.

It's just a coincidence of names.

Brother Tongzi maintained his aloof electronic voice, but in reality, he was sweating like a soybean.JPG.

"Click."

Mu Feng silently took out the key given to him by the system again and opened the slightly old wooden door of the coffee shop with a soft click.

The system fell silent. The next second, a bar of messages appeared on the electronic screen in Mu Feng's mind.

Information on the next ferry to Omosport Port

[Latest policy regarding restrictions on foreign travelers entering Mondstadt due to the recent dragon calamity]

Hire a premium tour group and enjoy a worry-free journey.

……

Mu Feng rolled his eyes at the sweating, survival-obsessed system without saying a word, took a deep breath, and pushed open the door of the coffee shop.

What greets you is not the musty smell left by the erosion of time, but a faint fragrance of seaweed, just like the elegant scent that has lingered since four hundred years ago.

The tables and chairs, which looked somewhat old, were not covered with a thick layer of dust; on the contrary, they looked clean and new, as if someone had been taking good care of them regularly.

Following the direction in his memory, Mu Feng silently parted the curtain and walked into the kitchen located behind the coffee shop.

The kitchen remains exactly as it was four hundred years ago.

A pile of white flour sat in the corner, emitting a faint, pleasant wheat aroma.

A half-packaged bag of butter sits on the table, and a thermos next to it is filled with more than half a cup of milk.

A vague sense of familiarity gradually welled up in his heart, and Mu Feng subconsciously picked up the small milk pot on the stove and stroked the wooden handle that had developed a patina.

On the wooden handle, there was a slightly blurred Melushin sticker.

everything,

It all feels like yesterday.

But Mu Feng knew all too well that in the brief moment between closing his eyes and opening them again, there was something else going on.

Four hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye.

"How cunning you are, System."

Mu Feng chuckled softly, as the image in his memory became clearer and clearer, gradually merging with the scenery before him.

Perhaps, this is for the best.

He gently picked up the paper bag full of flour.

……

Bathing in the Palace of Light, Chasing Shadows in the Courtyard.

"Chiara, wake up."

"Hmm... Sister Carole... what time is it?"

Little Pink Meloshen rubbed her sleepy eyes and asked in a daze.

Carole gently patted Chiara's head and softly explained, "Today's mission is over."

Chiara remained in a half-awake state, only muttering a response before slowly gathering her belongings and staggering away from the Shadow Chasing Pavilion.

Carol watched as little Chiara's figure slowly disappeared into the distance, sighed with worry, and turned to leave the Shadow Chaser's Court.

Since Mu Feng left, Chiara's forgetfulness has worsened; sometimes she unconsciously forgets her tasks, plans, and even—

Forgetting time.

Sometimes, she feels as if she is still living in Haimo Village in Cangjing District.

Sometimes, she felt like she had just arrived in Fontainebleau.

On one occasion, Chiara woke up from her sleep and groggily asked when Brother Mufeng would come to visit her, causing the entire Zhuyingting to instantly collapse into a sea of ​​tears.

Caroline understands Chiara.

Forget everything from the past so that you won't be worn down by the nightmares of yesteryear.

This is the self-protection mechanism of all living beings.

But she didn't want to forget, nor dared to forget.

Even though the nightmares of the past descend upon her every night, even though she wakes up every morning with her pillow soaked with tears, even though she has wanted countless times to leave with her beloved Mufeng brother.

She doesn't want to forget either.

She couldn't forget who her beloved Mu Feng had left for.

Four hundred years have not only failed to erase the illusions of the past, but have instead made those memories even more unforgettable.

"Carole".

"You must live well."

The boy's last words became the power of words that bound little Melushin for four hundred years.

Stepping out of Mu Mang Palace, the streets outside Zhu Ying Courtyard were bustling with activity, with pedestrians coming and going. Every now and then, someone would stop and nod to her in a friendly greeting.

Caroline was completely bewildered.

You're right, Brother Mufeng.

Four hundred years later, humans and Melusin have long since lived in harmony.

But what if the price of integrating into human society is losing you forever?

So, I'd rather go back to the past.

Even in the face of insults and malice from all over the world,

I will always be the one behind you, the one being protected, the little Melosin who is always so careful.

Brother Mufeng, Carolie misses you so much.

……

Secretly wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, Caroline took a few deep breaths and began walking towards the familiar path.

This is the path leading to the café.

For four hundred years, whenever longing became unbearable, or grievances had nowhere to be expressed, it was a testament to this.

The little beauties of Chasing Shadows would secretly come to the empty cafe and, facing the cold air, pour out all their feelings, just like in the past.

Even though the cookies in my hand no longer taste the same.

Even though the boy who listened to and comforted them in the past is nowhere to be found.

They remain the same.

Before parting, they would restore everything to its original state, preserving the boy's final appearance when he left.

Time can bury the past.

Four hundred years have passed, yet not one of them has forgotten.

……

Nearly.

Caroline wiped away the tears streaming down her face and forced a sweet smile.

She didn't want her brother Mufeng to worry about her anymore.

Looking up, the soft lights of the distant coffee shop came into view, like a peaceful haven in the midst of a storm.

Is anyone here?

Caroline lowered her head dejectedly, suppressing the turbulent thoughts in her heart, unwilling to disturb her companion who might be expressing her longing.

Just as she was about to turn and leave, a faint, sweet fragrance silently drifted into the air, tightly holding back Caroline's departing steps.

The familiar yet unfamiliar scent made her tremble uncontrollably, and tears streamed down her face once again.

Is it an illusion?

In the days since the boy left, countless famous chefs have tried to imitate his desserts, but all of them have failed.

For four hundred years, she has never been able to taste that happiness again, not even a little bit.

Even so, when the haunting scent once again awakens dormant memories, Carolie remains certain.

This is his taste.

The scent of Brother Mufeng.

She stepped forward tremblingly, her small hand hovering over the doorknob.

Is it really possible for someone who has already died to come back?

Reason kept telling her that this was just a delusion, and in the end, it would all be a false hope.

Over the long course of time, she had chased after that unattainable fantasy countless times.

All I got in return was deeper and deeper disappointment.

However, the overwhelming emotions quickly broke through the dam of reason, and the longing accumulated over four hundred years surged like a tide, causing Caroline to recklessly let go of all her burdens.

She was like a gambler who had lost everything, betting on a one in a million chance that might bring even deeper hurt and disappointment.

"Squeak."

The wooden door opened slowly, making a soft sound. It was as if, more than four hundred years ago, a smiling young man had first led the cautious Melosin into this slightly cramped café.

Seemingly hearing a noise, the figure in the room turned around, holding freshly baked butter cookies, and scratched his head sheepishly.

She heard him say:

"Long time no see, little Caroline."

(PS: I wish everyone good luck with the 5.0 pulls, hoping you get two gold cards in ten pulls!)