Genshin Impact: Emperor

Hu Tao's father turned his head slightly, and looked at the silent Zhongli.

He nodded slightly.

Zhongli understood, walked forward slowly, and held Hu Tao's wet little hand.

"Let's go, Nutella."

The door closed gently behind the two who left.

Only then did Hu Tao's father realize that the withered plum blossom in the vase had disappeared at some point.

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That branch of plum blossom is now in Zhongli's hands.

With a little force, the weak rock element condensed in Zhongli's hand, and in just a moment, the dead plum blossom bloomed again, and a new and moving red flower bloomed.

He pinned the plum blossom next to the huge black hat on Walnut's head.

Hu Tao seemed to feel the plum blossoms blooming above her head, and she raised her little head.

The small flowers that bloomed in her eyes were as bright as the plum blossoms that bloomed again.

Suddenly, the rain outside seemed to have stopped. ?

The bustling Liyue Port has already entered winter.

"Tap, tap, tap.""

Steady footsteps sounded quietly from the long aisle of Xiangsheng Hall.

The pacing pace of the owner of the voice finally stopped in front of a small pine door.

Slightly raising his sunny eyes that were as calm as the footsteps just now, Zhong Li's gaze inadvertently landed on the snow-covered, withered peach tree outside the window not far away.

A slight sigh resounded in Pan Yan's heart.

"time flies."

Half a year has passed.

The huge wall clock in the hall rang seven times.

At [-] o'clock in the morning, it is the time when the Xiangsheng Hall opens for funeral affairs every day.Most of the funeral homes in the hall should gather around the head of the meeting hall at this moment, ready to start a new day of work.

But only Zhongli, who is the chief guest of the Hall of Past Life, does not need to follow the hall master to handle affairs.

Because he has an irreplaceable "job" that is harder than other funeral homes 0

As if awakened by the heavy bell, Zhongli finally took his gaze away from the peach tree that was no longer prosperous.

Gently pushing the door open, Zhongli's searching voice also came into the not too big room through the cool morning air.

This is the library of the Hall of Rebirth.

Since the establishment of the Hall of Rebirth in ancient times, the hall masters of all dynasties have been forced to have extensive knowledge and strong knowledge due to professional needs.The huge number of various books in the small library have been passed down from generation to generation of hall masters until today... 0

Half a year ago, since the moment he entered into a contract with the 76 generation hall master to assist the young hall master in his studies, Zhongli immediately thought of this place as a classroom for tutoring walnut poetry and calligraphy.From that day on, Zhongli's biggest daily task was to come to this room and spend the whole morning with the little girl who was still ignorant.

"squeak"

The friction of the door bolt made a piercing scream, ending Zhong Li's reverie that seemed to have passed for a moment but seemed to have passed for several years.

Shaking his head lightly, he seemed to know that all this would only become another wear and tear on himself. Zhongli finally changed from that towering and immovable rock to the calm and dignified Keqing in the past.

"Walnut, how is your poetry review yesterday?"

Familiar voices, familiar words spit out from Zhong Li's mouth the moment he pushed the door open.

But as soon as his eyes fell on the writing desk that he could no longer be familiar with, his entire face was covered in haze.

Because the study is empty.

Walnut skipped class again.

Zhongli has experienced this kind of thing countless times.

Hu Tao is somewhat similar to her mother in both pretty appearance and lively personality.Whenever Zhongli taught her poetry and practice calligraphy, within a few minutes, Hu Tao knew it by heart.He is only seven years old, and he can already write a good hand.

These 2.4 minutes are all seen in the eyes and clearly in the chest.

Although Hu Tao is extremely intelligent, it should be very worry-free to teach, but the reality is not as good as imagined.

The little girl who has been moving like a rabbit since she was a child, has not been able to conceal her mischievous and cunning heart under the influence of writing and ink day after day.

It can be said that today she just skipped class and didn't cause any trouble, which is considered a relatively lucky thing.

"Ah one by one! Yes, there are ghosts!!"

"What's going on?! How could there be a child hidden in this coffin?"

"Young hall master? Why are you here..."

Before Zhongli could figure out where this eccentric little girl was hiding, several voices mixed with panic and astonishment sounded from the side of the lobby.

Zhongli gave a helpless smile on his forehead, and strode out of the study towards the source of the noisy voice. .

Chapter 13 Fragrant as before

"Tell me. I reminded you to study poetry this morning, but why did you hide in the coffin that is about to be sold? Young hall master?"

In the small study, Zhongli stood in front of the table like an ancient pine, and after watching the table with gentle eyes, a girl sat silently.

The plum-blossom-patterned bun made the fledgling hair into two ponytails. The girl was wearing a well-fitting brown dress, her little feet were wearing white socks dotted with red plums, and the black hat on her head was completely inappropriate. It is the Qiankuntai hexagram hat passed down from generation to generation by the hall master of the past life hall.

The little girl in front of her who is bowing her head and wringing her fingers is undoubtedly Hu Tao.

Zhong Li took off the hat on her head that was blocking her sight, and tapped her little head with his fingers, motioning her to raise her head and look directly at him.

As if feeling a nameless coercion, Hu Tao raised her head with a smirk. She stared pitifully at Zhong Li above her head with her plum-colored pupils.

"Walnut, give me a reasonable explanation."

"Because of Walnut, I have memorized all those ancient poems!"

"Since it's not to avoid schoolwork, why hide in the coffin? It will cause trouble to the guests who come to the hall."

"Because...you and Dad lied to me."

"Young hall master. What do you mean by that?"

"Didn't Dad say that? As long as I study hard and practice calligraphy, my mother will come back to see me.

"But it's already winter, and my mother still hasn't come back."

The watery light in the girl's eyes became thicker and thicker, rushing to the corners of her eyes.

"Obviously Hu Tao has already memorized all the ancient poems you taught me, and the words have been written very well.

"But why doesn't mom come back to see me?"

"... These are two different things. What does it have to do with you hiding in the coffin? Since you study hard, your mother will definitely come back to see you."

"I saw my mother when she left. She was sitting in that wooden box called a coffin."

"But why. Walnut sat in, but nothing happened."

? ? ?

Walnut has begun to sob.

"Wipe your tears."

"I won't listen, I won't listen! Dad and Zhongli are both big liars!"

Gently opening Zhongli's extended hand, Hu Tao's low sobbing turned into intermittent sobs.

"walnut…"

"Hutao doesn't want to be the hall master. Hutao only wants her mother back!

"Woo, woo woo woo."

The crying could no longer be restrained, Hu Tao wiped her tears and jumped off the chair higher than her, rushed past Zhong Li and rushed out the door.

"Only—!"

There was a loud bang of the door being slammed shut in the distance.

? ? ?

Zhong Li withdrew his hand and stood up straight silently.

Looking out of the window, Zhong Li saw the dry peach tree fluttering in the heavy snow.

Before the new buds of the peach tree were opened, Zhong Li picked up the Qian Kun Tai Gua hat that was put aside, took off the ever-growing red plum branch on it, and held it in his hand to watch quietly.

Thousands of flowers are withered, and one plum is proud of the frost.

Since the withered plum branch was revived by him more than half a year ago, the red color and the big hat have been staying on Hu Tao's small head.

It is obvious that she, who is young and intelligent, has already known the high hopes her father placed on her.

Zhong Li sighed slightly, staring at the blooming red plums on the branch with his stone-like golden eyes.

He knows the sadness of walnuts, the sorrow of walnuts, and the bitterness of walnuts.

He understands the pain better than the inexperienced Walnut.

This level of "wear and tear" is just a drop in the ocean during his six thousand years of life.

"Mr. Zhongli! Just now, the young hall master ignored our obstruction and rushed out of the door!"

A Miss Yi Bo rushed over and asked him for help.

Putting the plum branch in his hand into his bosom, Zhong Li picked up the big black hat, his footsteps resounded before his words.

"Well, I know. I'm going to persuade her now."

Outside the house, goose feathers were snowing heavily.

Zhongli strode out of the door.

He had already seen the little figure crouching under the tree, and the sound of whimpering and weeping came from time to time.

Slowing down his pace, Zhong Li silently walked behind the tree.

Hu Tao was shivering from the cold and crying, Zhong Li took off his coat and put it on Hu Tao's petite body.