Seeker of Teyvat

Of course, some people who have been to the desert and come back always say that there is a statue in the desert that is bigger than the statue of the wind god. The Mondstadt people don't like this, but they don't care either.

Because freedom and happiness are Mond's themes.

In front of the wind god statue,

The bard plucked the strings and sang the story of love and wind flowers, and many tourists around listened.

Wang Daoyi listened to the singing of poetry with everyone, admiring it while feeling a little disappointed.

Although the other party's performance is very good and he can be regarded as a performing artist,

But he is just an ordinary bard, not a little boy with white silk stockings.

on the side,

Yun Jin's eyes were full of energy. Although there was a big difference between opera and poetry, the contents of art were the same.

Yun Jin could completely understand and feel the story of love and romance, so the girl gave her warm applause.

Although Xin Yan can also hear beautiful stories in poems, she is really not very interested in such love stories.

However, when the performance ended, she still gave the same applause as Yun Jin.

"Don't you like poetry like this?"

A ray of breeze surrounded Xin Yan's ears, and she seemed to hear someone speaking in her ears,

"Huh?" Xin Yan turned around suspiciously, and finally looked at Yun Jin beside him, "Did you hear someone talking just now?"

Yun Jin looked confused: "What?"

Xin Yan frowned. She didn't think she was hallucinating. Someone was talking in her ear just now.

"Just now, I heard someone talking to me, but I couldn't find anyone."

"Huh?" Everyone's attention was attracted by Xin Yan, and then Xiangling looked at Wang Daoyi, "Did Brother Daoyi hear this?"

If someone was really talking to Xin Yan, it would be impossible to hide it from Wang Daoyi who was so close.

Wang Dao nodded: "Yes."

With a smile on his face, he glanced at the huge statue of the wind god in front of him.

Then he looked at Xin Yan: "This is Mondstadt, the country of poetry and wind. The wind will bring the seeds of stories. Xin Yan, this is the wind talking to you."

"The wind is talking to me?" Xin Yan was stunned for a moment, and then an excited look appeared on his face.

For an artist, is there anything more attractive than this legendary thing?

"Then what should I do?" Xin Yan looked at Wang Daoyi excitedly.

"Listen to the voice of the wind, and then make your own decision. This is how it is in legendary stories." Although he didn't know what Wendy wanted to do, Wang Daoyi still cooperated with him.

"Listen?" As a rock singer, Xin Yan understands the meaning of the word "listen" better than many people.

She slowly closed her eyes and listened to the flow of the wind around her.

"Don't you like this kind of poetry?" The gentle voice appeared in Xin Yan's ears again.

"No, I just have music that I like more." Xin Yan replied in his heart.

The breeze surrounded her, seeming to be happy with her answer,

There's no music she doesn't like, she just has music she likes better.

"Then what do you like?" Qingfeng brought a new question.

"Rock, I like rock, I like the songs of rebellion, I like passionate life, I like what I love."

Xin Yan didn't hesitate at all and gave the answer in his heart.

The breeze is blowing, and I seem to be getting happier.

"Resistance and enthusiasm are really familiar words. So, are you willing to bring a song of resistance to the people of Mondstadt?"

"Of course, that's what I'm here for."

"Then go, girl, and the wind will bless you."

In front of the statue of the God of Wind, wisps of breeze suddenly rose, as if cheering, welcoming, and waiting.

Xin Yan opened his eyes and saw the colorful flags blowing in the breeze in front of the statue of the God of Wind.

She clearly felt that the breeze blowing the colorful flags was cheering her on.

"Daoyi, can I go over and perform?" Suppressing his inner passion, Xin Yan looked at Wang Daoyi.

She has never been to Mondstadt, but her upbringing has taught her that if you want to do something in other people's territory, it is best not to violate other people's rules.

Resistance is a fight against injustice, not against order.

"Of course, the wind is inviting you, and the people of Mondstadt will not resist the wind's choice."

Wang Daoyi's words lit up Xin Yan's eyes with fire.

She reached out and touched her waist, and a red and black guitar appeared in her hand.

Taking a small step forward, the breeze suddenly flowed and began to surround her.

The girl surrounded by the wind,

Many Mondstadt citizens and tourists were attracted.

Just like Wang Daoyi said, the people of Mondstadt will not reject Feng's choice.

Xin Yan's performance hasn't even started yet, and some people have already given scattered applause of encouragement.

Under the statue of the wind god,

The bard who put away the xylophone looked at Xin Yan, with a smile in his eyes.

"Fontaine's guitar, are you going to perform rock music?"

Xin Yan was a little surprised. He didn't expect that someone had already guessed his performance before he started playing.

"Are you surprised? Haha, although the bard originated from Mondstadt, but the poet is like the wind, we will not only stay in Mondstadt. I have been to Fontaine and learned about this art." As he said, he chanted The bard showed a hint of embarrassment, "I also tried to learn, but unfortunately, my voice doesn't support me roaring like that."

Then without waiting for Xin Yan to speak, the bard added: "Since it is a performance, let me announce it to you. What is your performance type? Praise? Resistance? Or fanaticism?"

"Resistance, I sing for rebellion." Xin Yan said immediately.

The bard nodded, then walked to the audience and said: "People of Mondstadt, and friends who come and go, please let this girl bring us a brand new performance, rock and roll Play, sing for defiance!”

“Ohhhhh~”

The bard's introduction made everyone focus on the girl in front of the statue.

The free Mondstadt can accommodate all existences. Even though it may be the first time for them to hear the word rock, the audience still generously applauded and cheered.

Xin Yan listened to the applause and cheers in his ears, and his inner enthusiasm gradually surged.

As a performer, she has never felt shy; applause and cheers only make her more enthusiastic.

Among the crowd of onlookers, Xiangling and Yunjin looked at Xin Yan with some concern, fearing that Xin Yan had made a mistake.

With the cheers of the audience and the wind blowing,

Xin Yan plucked the strings of the zither.

The completely different sounds of guitar and xylophone rang out under the statue of the god of wind, quickly attracting the audience's attention.

The applause and cheers became quieter, and everyone began to listen to Xin Yan's singing.

As a country of poetry, they were exposed to rock music for the first time, and for a while they couldn't tell whether it was good or bad.

But as the people of the God of Wind, as worshippers of Vanessa, as descendants of the ancestors who overthrew tyranny,

They listened to Xin Yan's increasingly high-pitched singing, and felt the emotion of breaking free from constraints and resisting injustice.

Compared with the poems praising Lady Vanessa, this form of rock music brings a stronger, more direct and more passionate emotional impact.

at the same time,

On the corridor of Fengshen Square,

A prim but spirited old man looked at Xin Yan under the statue of the God of Wind, his eyes flickering slightly, and it was unknown what he was thinking.

"Father, let's go back. Everyone here is a pariah." A middle-aged man stood beside the old man and tried to comfort him.

The old man shook his head slightly: "Did you hear anything?"

The middle-aged man's expression changed slightly. As a member of the old aristocracy, he could naturally hear the emotion and will in Xin Yan's singing.

You can say that the old aristocrats of Mond are conservative or tyrannical, but there is one thing that cannot be denied, that is, their artistic aesthetics are online.

"You heard it, didn't you? A song of resistance. What do you think?"

The old man looked at the middle-aged man with a calm expression.

The middle-aged man looked slightly ferocious: "Untouchables, untouchables, all untouchables."

In the eyes of middle-aged people, singing the song of resistance under the statue of the wind god is just praising Vanessa.

To praise Vanessa is to curse their family.

There was a glimmer of disappointment in the old man's eyes. The family's education was getting worse and worse.

After losing power, the resources the family could mobilize plummeted, and as time passed, the younger generations of the family were determined to restore its glory, but their own abilities and qualities were not able to carry the family's banner.

"Let's go, let's go home." The old man leaned on his cane and turned away.

The middle-aged man followed immediately.

On the other side, Wang Daoyi retracted his gaze and looked at Xin Yan who had finished playing, and gave warm applause along with the people around him.

Resistance and passion,

These two words are so suitable for Mondstadt. Xin Yan’s first performance in Mondstadt was a perfect ending.

"Clap clap clap."

The bard next to him applauded, then walked over to Xin Yan.

"Wonderful, really wonderful. Your performance reminded me of the time in Fontaine, those..." The bard was slightly stunned, then smiled bitterly and shook his head slightly, "Sorry, I remembered some unhappy things."

Then he adjusted his mood and looked at Xin Yan excitedly: "Have you heard about Mondstadt's legendary Lady Vanessa?"

Hearing the bard's question,

Xin Yan nodded slightly: "I've talked about it with a friend before, but I don't know much about it."

Once, when Wang Daoyi was listening to Xin Yan's performance, he talked with Xin Yan about Vanessa's story, and both of them liked Vanessa very much.

"It's great that you know that. As the liberator of Mondstadt, Lady Vanessa has a high reputation in Mondstadt, but the poems we sang in praise of Lady Vanessa have not been updated for a long time."

The bard was a little embarrassed, his face slightly reddened, and he said with a hint of shyness: "I would like to ask you to compose a rock song about Lady Vanessa. Perhaps it will bring us new inspiration."

All art is interconnected. Although this statement is not recognized by everyone, it does make some sense.

After hearing Xin Yan's song of resistance, the bard had an idea that he could draw inferences from one instance to another.

"Write a rock song for Vanessa?" Xin Yan was somewhat tempted, but hesitated for a while and looked at his friends.

Yun Jin took a step closer: "The purpose of going out is to have fun. If you want, don't worry about us."

As a good friend of Xin Yan, Yun Jin could see Xin Yan's dilemma at a glance.

She wanted to compose a rock song like Vanessa's legend, but was afraid of neglecting her friends.

After all, everyone is here to have fun together, and it wouldn't be a good idea for her to leave the team halfway to write songs.

But Yun Jin broke Xin Yan's concerns. Artistic creation does not require so many concerns. Once you have an idea, just create it. This is the best state for an artist.

Xiangling also nodded: "Yeah, traveling is to fulfill your dreams. If you have an idea, don't worry about us, just do it."

Xiangling thought about the first time she came to Mondstadt. It was Wang Daoyi who accompanied her, and she was often separated from Wang Daoyi. Wang Daoyi went to the Mondstadt Library to study, while she went to the Cat's Tail Tavern to find Diona.

Therefore, if Xinyan finds his target and leaves the team, Xiangling will absolutely support him.

Feeling everyone's support and tolerance for her, Xin Yan nodded very emphatically: "Thank you everyone."

"You're welcome. We are also looking forward to Xin Yan's performance after his creation." Xiang Ling said with a smile.

Xin Yan nodded vigorously again: "I won't let you down. When the creation is finished, I will come here to perform again."

Amidst everyone's smiles and blessings, Xin Yan turned and looked at the bard: "Hello, I have agreed with my companions that I can help write a rock song about the legend of Vanessa."

The bard was delighted: "Great, great, my companions have been looking up information in the Mondstadt Library recently. Are you free now?"