Original God, looking for the heart

——Two days later, Mondstadt——

Feng'er playfully opened the curtains and threw herself on the bed with a large ball of warm sunshine. The bed was made neatly and evenly, and every wrinkle was smoothed out. It seemed that the person who lived here had already gone out. Feng'er felt pity. He brings the sweetness of sunset fruits, the fragrance of flowers, the life of seeds breaking out of the ground, the elegance of dew, and the gentle sunshine that penetrates into the softness of cotton.

And the streets are filled with the sweet smell.

"Why...it's everywhere..." Wanderer frowned after just sniffing. If the streets and alleys were filled with this kind of gas, his body would inevitably be tainted with a sweet smell - a greasy smell. He wished he could soak his whole body in shower gel.

For Mo Bei, sunshine is his favorite taste, but at the same time it is the dazzling brightness that he doesn't like. "Is it because I don't like to bask in the sun that I am so short...?" It seems that there is one more question worth pondering.

"What are you thinking about?" Seeing Mo Bei's distress, the wanderer reached out and rubbed his hair. Her hair was very thin and soft, and was warmed by the sun. "Is there anything you want to do? I'll accompany you."

Traveling to a foreign country and encountering a grand festival. Of course - "Let's go shopping!!"

Mo Bei held the wanderer's hand, and a black and blue figure shuttled under the colorful flags. Mo Bei seems to be full of curiosity about many things. He especially likes to look through the closet for shiny things.

A harp ornament made of glass, the style is very similar to the one in Wendy's hand. The shop owner introduced this handicraft generously, saying that the inspiration for its production was the Sky Piano once used by Barbatos, the god of wind.

"If you are not satisfied with the style, our store also provides independent DIY services, and professionals will provide step-by-step guidance."

Mo Bei was moved after hearing this. He was somewhat interested in crafts.

"If you two come together, there will be a discount."

On the one hand, the wanderer heard what the store meant, but on the other hand, he was even more unwilling to dampen Mo Bei's enthusiasm: "If you like it, I have no objection."

——Mond, Handicraft Street——

A street filled with various handicraft experience stalls. Here, you can see children who wantonly promote their fantasy nature, and you can also see girls holding each clay petal carefully; there are also people who are addicted to knitting, sewing the dolls in their hands stitch by stitch.

The two were taken to a glass workshop, where many paints and decorations were placed in front of their seats. "The paints and decorations are on the table, and the glass materials will be delivered by specialized staff later. Please move the fired glass to the back of the house."

When the instructor came, the shop owner left with peace of mind.

They quickly entered the production process.

The glass gradually softens and turns red, taking on a plastic form. The instructor holds the glass with pliers in one hand, and carefully taps the glass with a small hammer in the other hand, slowly shaping the shape he wants.

The homeless man raised his hammer and struck it on the glass.

There was no sound.

He seemed a little irritated and hit the hammer again.

"Bump", the hammer hit the glass, and the glass reluctantly made a sound with the table.

Suddenly, he turned around and opened his lips slightly. Turning his head, he found Mo Bei holding a tool and carefully pinching the shape.

...I still remember that when he was treading Taosha, as a Qingqi, he learned blacksmithing under Niwa's guidance. In fact, later on, Qingqi also wanted to teach Mo Bei the art of forging during that period. He had foolishly believed that this was the only way to communicate feelings, just like eel must be paired with chazuke rice.

But after thinking about it, Qingqi still feels that this matter can be moved back. Mo Bei is still young and not suitable for learning blacksmithing. Perhaps...Qingqi Zhe is also more willing to let Mo Bei learn other skills. Forging is too tiring and hot, and the child will become filthy.

"bump"

The Wanderer struck again, his posture as standard as a swordsman's.

"Hello, that's not how glass is forged."

After the reminder, the Wanderer put down his tools. Scenes like this can easily bring back his memories, reminding him of the past when Niwa...his heart...was sad because of him.

There was a beating in the chest. Steadily, tell him not to panic.

Mo Bei also put down his tools and worriedly asked about the homeless man's condition.

"Nothing, just some past events." Whenever this topic comes up, the wanderer's eyes seem to be covered with a layer of fog, making people unable to understand. He hugged Mo Bei and patted his back, "Let me make a doll, okay."

"Then you're not allowed to run around." Mo Bei angrily lay on the homeless man's shoulder, "Otherwise, I won't sleep with you at night."

"Pfft" The wanderer thought it was funny, and he didn't know who taught Mo Bei to threaten people like this. Although, it seems to be really effective, "Well, don't worry."

Think of it as making another promise.

Mo Bei looked happy, immersed in the world of glass again.

The wanderer quietly sat down at the doll stall, picked up the needle and thread, and sewed round after round.

……

It wasn't until the birds returned to their nests and the sky seemed to be dyed the color of sunset fruits that Mo Bei raised his head.

A black cat lying on the ground, Mo Bei pulled out thin green silk threads on the base to represent the grass. The black cat has a leisurely expression and its body is slightly curved. Mo Bei nodded with satisfaction and placed a glass sparrow next to the black cat.

From this point of view, the slightly curved body of the black cat seems to be designed to trap the sparrow. Tuan Que also leaned against the black cat's side with peace of mind, as if he wanted to bury himself in the down.

This is made with more than one serving of ingredients. After the wanderer left, the material naturally fell into Mo Bei's hands, and half of it was used to make Tuanque. And what was left - Mo Bei looked at a small "heart" with a blue bottom and the color gradually spreading. And a red forget-me-not decoration, carefully woven with green jade thread.

As for why the forget-me-not is red, it’s because Mo Bei made some small changes on the glass—the condensed stable fire element.

Gorgeous decoration will make people happy, but practicality will not make people regret it.

The sunset always gives people a warm feeling, and the whole world becomes gentle. The young man wearing a bamboo hat has a calm face, his knuckles are clear, and his threading movements are smooth. The slightly drooped eyelids make the violet eyes gentle and affectionate. At this moment, the strangeness of the wanderer disappeared.

Mo Bei was fascinated by the observation, secretly wondering whose boyfriend had such an appearance: "A Liu, look~" He held the glass decoration in his hands and displayed it proudly.

The wanderer raised his head, stood up and rubbed Mo Bei's head lovingly: "If you keep doing this, I'm afraid you will take away the store's business."

After that, he took out a small doll. Silver hair, blue eyes, black uniform, and a cute expression. The wanderer put him on Mo Bei's shoulder, and the doll moved like it was lying on Mo Bei's body.

"It's not a waste of time." The wanderer took off the doll and installed a fixed pin at the bottom. Then, pin it on Mo Bei's shoulder.

Mo Bei reached out and rubbed the top of the doll's head happily. His eyes fell on another item on the table: "Isn't that doll ready yet?"

The wanderer picked up the unfinished doll, with purple hair and blue ascetic clothes. Only the hat was missing on his head, but he still sewed it out for his unruly expression. Mo Bei noticed. The chest part of the doll is not yet finished.

"A Liu, can you put this in?"

The wanderer stared at Mo Bei closely, staring at the blue "heart" in his hand: "Oh? Have you even prepared his share?"

"I made it when I still had some materials left over. I didn't expect that it would actually come in handy." Mo Bei's eyes were sparkling, and the young man's look of anticipation was even more intense. "This doll is A Liu, of course it must have a heart~"

The blue heart falls into the cotton and into the doll's body. The homeless man cut a heart out of red fabric and sewed it on the doll's chest.

Now that the doll has a heart, it no longer has to worry about being abandoned.

The wanderer replaced Mo Bei and said, "If you like it, let it stay with you."

Mo Bei also pinned a doll representing himself on the homeless man's shoulder.

"And this," he took out the hand rope, "it contains the element of fire. When in danger, you can throw it out and use the wind blade to detonate it. As for the power - it should be equivalent to a large bomb. It's not dangerous. It can be used at any time. Ah Liu just needs to use a little bit of wind to draw out the fire."

The wanderer did as he was told, and small fireworks exploded in the sky above his palm, like a summer memorial.

At night, the two of them slept together. The bed is filled with the smell of wind and flowers.

The sound of harp playing came from outside the window, but it was not disturbing. The sylph played the windy night chapter and filled the dreams of the two young men with apples and wine.

There will be no sadness tonight, the wind brings you freedom.

On the table, two cotton dumplings are stuck together, just like their owners.

I hope you can have a good dream too~

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