Genshin Impact, I, a weak person, am challenging myself to find a solution that will bring me lifelo

When she saw the black soil, her eyes, which were always as warm as emerald green, showed a hint of struggle and helpless bitterness.

As a rare genius in Xumi, she had also read those "forbidden" books.

Knowledge that is as dark as the abyss is often the beginning of disaster.

The historical books of Xumi even record the consequences of touching the taboo.

Albedo was an alchemist she recognized, and his talent could not be described as excellent, but...

Even she couldn't tolerate such a thing.

Just as she was discussing with Qin how to deal with the black soil, clear footsteps were heard outside the door.

It's like telling the people in the room that you've arrived.

When everyone's eyes were focused on the door, the visitor pushed it open without hesitation.

The fiery red hair and the handsome face hidden under the taciturn and indifferent expression have already revealed the identity of the visitor.

Wind Flower Chapter-Act 1: Past, Present, Future (V)

“…Senior Diluk, why would you…”

When she saw the other person, Qin roughly guessed why the other person was here at this time.

Whether it was what Kurotsuchi said before, that someone sent people to capture him, or the cooperation with Albedo, it has already pointed out, either explicitly or implicitly, that there is someone else behind the scenes.

And in Mondstadt, among all of them, the only one with the greatest potential and the one who has a good relationship with Albedo is Diluk.

But that's why Qin couldn't bear it.

Obviously, Diluk also heard the confusion in her words, but he was not in a hurry to explain. Instead, he looked at the person hiding behind Qin.

Wind Flower Chapter-Act 1: Past, Present, Future (End)

——There is such a sentence in "The Maltese Falcon".

There must be a reason why something passes from one person to another.

Whether it's Diluk or Qin, or anyone else, they all have some "reasons" in their hearts for giving up.

Or, as this reason becomes more deeply hidden over the years, perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it paranoia?

But no matter which one it is, the current contradiction is obviously unavoidable.

"I don't see myself as a replacement for Yuya."

Diluk's expression was calm, with his arms folded across his chest.

"Then why did you say, Senior Diluc, that you wanted to fulfill Yuya's wish?"

Qin remained restrained and asked him questions.

"If you don't intend to treat Kurotsuchi as her, then who does this wish belong to?"

Lisa, who was standing next to her, also nodded slightly.

"...This is not a contradiction. The disagreement between you and me is that Kurotsuchi is not the real Yuya, but if she can come back, then there will be no problem, right?"

Diluk's words immediately caught Eula's attention. She frowned and questioned.

"I used to think you were such a righteous guy, but in the end, you just wanted to touch the taboo to fulfill your selfish desires, right?"

"Power has tendencies for good and evil, but human hearts are different. I can conclude that what I did was right."

Diluk ignored the changing expressions of the others and just spoke calmly.

"——All I want is to fulfill Yuya's wish to have a wonderful Wind Flower Festival. I don't intend to disturb more deceased people with this, and Kurotsuchi is a container created to store thoughts."

“It feels unsurprising…”

Ying muttered softly.

"Just doing this is too much, isn't it?"

Paimon looked at Heitu with some pity.

She still looked heartless. She just glared at Diluk unhappily, then snorted and turned away with her hands behind her back.

All these vivid and lively expressions are telling everyone that she is not a dead thing without emotions.

It was Barbara who raised questions about this again.

Her face turned red at this moment, and the gentle smile she used to have was completely gone, replaced by a serious look.

"Although I know that everyone has deep feelings for Youya, I dare not say that I definitely understand her better than everyone else. However, this is the only thing that I can be sure of, and this is definitely not the right thing to do."

"What do you think?"

Diluk looked at her, seemingly surprised that this weak idol lady dared to stand up.

"I can't say I have any opinions... But if I look at it from her perspective, Youya, if Youya knew about this, she would definitely be very sad..."

Barbara clenched her fists tightly and bit her lips until they turned white.

"She is very gentle and doesn't mind using her disability to make jokes, lighten the atmosphere and bring people closer. But she is also very delicate and sometimes has low self-esteem and is afraid of becoming a burden to others.

So, if Senior Diluk really cared about Yuya, he shouldn’t have used such a method to fulfill her wish…”

After saying that, she lowered her head and her trembling shoulders showed that she was not at peace.

During the time when her friend left, she cried until her eyes were red and swollen and her voice was hoarse. Then she was awakened by his clumsy singing and finally became as cheerful as a sunflower again.

All of this stems from Youya's recognition and encouragement of her in her childhood.

Someone as outstanding as her would never put her own wishes above those of others.

"..."

There was a brief silence.

Everyone looked at each other, and the tit-for-tat hostility was reduced a lot.

Qin looked at Barbara with some satisfaction, obviously agreeing with her sister's remarks.

After all, everyone present was just overly paranoid about Youya, rather than harboring any deep hatred towards her.

It would be great if we could resolve misunderstandings through communication.

However, in the end, it all comes down to the disposal of the black soil, which is the most important issue at the moment.

As the person who knows the most about this, Lisa spoke at the right time.

"How long ago was she born?"

"Only two days old."

Diluk shifted his gaze slightly.

"Then you really are..."

Lisa immediately held her forehead in distress, and then asked with some regret.

"What about Albedo? I have to criticize this incompetent creator."

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold male voice came from outside the balcony.

"I am here."

He was still wearing the simple yet elegant alchemical suit.

The light golden hair "breathes" like gold in the sunlight, and the pair of blue eyes like a lake are always calm.

"Kurotsuchi, come here. You've already caused a lot of trouble—"

He waved at the girl, and Kurotsuchi pretended to be somewhat reluctant and took a step forward, muttering, "I knew I couldn't run away."

For some reason I had a feeling like a child running away from home and being caught by divorced parents.

"Hey, don't you suddenly plan to destroy the black soil?!"

Paimon mistakenly thought that the matter had come to an end, and hurriedly stopped him.

"And when did Albedo arrive?"

Even Ying was very surprised.

"When Master Diluk said I created her."

"Doesn't that mean you've been there from the beginning?!"

"Please forgive me. After all, this is... well, a family matter. It's not good for an outsider like me to get involved."

Although Albedo's tone was calm and there was a hint of innocence in his eyes, the people he mentioned felt a little embarrassed. Only Lisa was still glaring at him angrily.

However, considering that everyone was gathered here, Qin did not continue to procrastinate. Instead, she coughed lightly and looked at Albedo with a serious face.

"Albedo, I hope you can submit a report to me afterwards, clearly explaining what you were involved in and why you did it."

"I have asked Kaia to submit the report to your desk, Captain Qin."

Still as crisp and neat as ever.

However, this feeling of being calculated clearly is not pleasant.

Qin suddenly felt powerless and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

The matter is of urgency, and Mond cannot afford to lose an excellent alchemist like Albedo.

In the end, considering that things did not develop into the worst result, it is estimated that at most Albedo would be punished by being put in solitary confinement like Klee, but it is hard to say how much effect that will have.

Just as Qin was secretly worried about this, she caught a glimpse of Heitu retreating to the edge of the balcony little by little, with a fluorescent green gem in his hand.

No, that's not a gem...

But -

When Qin reacted, she reached for her waist but touched nothing.

"When was it?!"

"Oh, you finally found it? Yes, it's here with me. Let me borrow this good thing to study for a few days."

Heitu showed a frivolous smile, then openly showed Qin's divine eye and jumped back.

Amid everyone's astonished gaze, she fell from the balcony railing. Just as Paimon exclaimed, an antique but well-maintained flying broom picked her up.

She held up her beret which was tilted a little, and her smile looked as cunning as a cat.

"——Don't worry. After all, I haven't come up with an answer yet. You guys have been chatting for a long time. You should at least consider my opinion, which wasted your time, right?"

However, no one answered. Everyone was staring at the girl sitting on the flying broom in the soft light.

It was as if the girl in my memory kept overlapping with the scene before my eyes.

In response, Heitu just snorted in defiance, then turned around and flew up into the blue sky.

The pursuit of the sky, like the freedom of a bird flapping its wings, is all gathered in the heart.

It is not only an overlap of the past, but also a commemoration of the present, and even more so the uncertainty of the future.

A new story

After a month of waiting, I finally published a new book, the title of which is "Xingtie, starting with a guitar, and supporting himself by singing"

Friends who are interested in this can go and have a look.

There is a new drunkard on the streets of Belloberg.

People don't know where he comes from, they only know that he calls himself Wendy. He is easy-going and optimistic, often plays with children, and sings some foreign songs that they have never heard of.

He sang the song of freedom, saying that there was more than just snow and rifts on the other side of the great wall.

There is also a basin in the shape of a rabbit, a train flying in the starry sky, and a sea of ​​trees that never withers.

Everyone said that this was a fantasy that Wendy had when she was drunk and fell on the street and was about to freeze to death.

However, there are always people who like all the beautiful things he sings.

Whenever this happened, he would always look at her tenderly and speak softly.

"If you are trapped in a place without wind, I will play the song of the sky."