Genshin Impact: Please don’t bully me, fellow stragglers

In addition to Kamisato Ayato, Nanke also saw Kujo Sora much more frequently during this period.

I will pass by the store entrance at least once in the morning, noon and evening, and every time I will walk in a hurry, glancing into the store casually, then quickly looking away and leaving quickly.

Of course Nanke knew what she wanted to see.

Unfortunately, unlike Kamisato Ayato, Kujo Sora never went out to restaurants.

The sky gradually darkened. Nanke went out and looked up at the sky. Sure enough, a wave of dark clouds was coming from the distance.

Kuki Shinobu, who was in charge of the billboard and cash register, also came out and took a look: "It's going to rain. No wonder there are fewer customers than usual."

"Did A-nin bring an umbrella?"

"Uh……"

"Then you go home first. It's too late and it's time to get wet."

"But it's still early for get off work."

"There's nothing to do anyway," Nanke walked around the counter and nudged her, "Go and tell Guobeng to make some ginger soup. I'll order the bill and then we can leave."

Kuki-nin responded and turned to go to the kitchen.

"Boss, please change the packaging!" Probably because they heard their conversation, the two security guards who were waiting for the meal raised their voices and shouted.

"Okay," Nanke lowered his head and added the bill without raising his head, "I need to pay for the packing fee."

"How many times have I come to your house to eat, and yet I can still ignore you?" The officer from the execution office smiled and took out his wallet.

Kamisato Ayato was sipping the dumpling milk while listening to Nanke talking to them.

No matter how you look at it, it's an ordinary day-to-day life. It seems like he came here with bad intentions, but he is sitting here, feeling guilty for no reason.

Kamisato Ayato rarely began to doubt his own intuition.

After all, it was Nanke who was disguised too perfectly.

Or is he too suspicious?

Kuqi Ren left first, and not long after, the packing staff and the diners in a hurry also left the store one after another, and there was a dull rumble and thunder outside.

Then it started to rain.

The temperature dropped rapidly. Nanke pushed aside the finished account book, rested his elbows on the table, rubbed his shoulders and stared at the rainy scene outside.

There were footsteps approaching from behind. Nanke laughed softly and turned around and said, "If the country collapses, the dark clouds will rain..."

Huh?

Nanke blinked, stopped mid-sentence, and looked at Ayato Kamisato in front of him.

Why is he still here?

"If there are clouds, there will be rain," Kamisato Ayato didn't intend to delve into her surprise, and handed the dumpling milk with a smile, "Can you heat it up for me?"

Nanke glanced towards his table.

All have been collected.

It must have been taken by some skirmishers. She was too involved in settling accounts and he didn't call her.

Nanke smiled, took the cold dumpling milk from Ayato Kamisato's hand, and passed by it slightly sideways.

Kamisato Ayato also stepped aside and watched Nanke pouring hot water and warming the cup skillfully. He suddenly realized that she was quite tall.

Tall and slender, not eye-catching, but with a sense of ease and ease.

Either I have seen too many human emotions, or I have been nourished by poetry and books since I was a child.

Remembering her brother's arrogant attitude toward Kujo Sora last time, Kamisato Ayato thought thoughtfully and temporarily classified them as descendants of aristocratic families whose families were in decline.

Realizing that Ayato Kamisato was secretly sizing him up again, Nanke hesitated and chose to ignore him.

You can watch it if you want, it's not a trade secret.

She was more concerned about where the stragglers had gone.

There was no one in the kitchen and the bamboo hat was missing.

Kamisato Ayato didn't look at it for too long. After Nanke heated up the milk tea, he sat back and continued to slurp the dumplings.

Nanke made himself a bowl of ginger soup and sipped it while his body gradually warmed up.

The raindrops were pouring down, like broken beads falling from the eaves onto the waterlogged streets, and I didn't know when it would stop.

"Mr. Ayato," Nanke leaned against the back kitchen door, looking at the rain scene, and slowly moved his eyes to the back of another man in the store who was as stable as a mountain, and asked, "Is the social practice very relaxing?"

"Compared to the determined practice and the Tianling practice, I just have to do it." Kamisato Ayato pretended not to understand the implication of her words.

"You are the head of the family, and you are trapped here by the rain, but no one comes to pick you up."

"Not popular."

"If you ask the two former officers to tell you what to do, someone will send you an umbrella."

"Just kidding, even if I had an umbrella, I wouldn't have walked back to Kamisato Yashiki in such heavy rain."

Kamisato Ayato answered impeccably and blocked Nanke's unspoken eviction order.

It would be nice if the skirmishers were here.

She sighed secretly.

Skirmishers won't have trouble with this kind of thing.

"Miss Nanke," Kamisato Ayato said suddenly, "you seem to have a good relationship with your neighbors."

"It's okay."

"Do you have any tips for dealing with people?"

"Um……"

Nanke didn't say anything for a long time. Kamisato Ayato turned around and saw her holding ginger soup, frowning slightly, with a serious thinking expression on her face.

"First of all, you must sincerely want to have a good relationship with the other person."

Kamisato Ayato maintained a well-trained smile: "...?"

Is this another deliberate attempt to poke his spine?

"As long as you do this, you will naturally consider each other and help each other," Nanke said, thinking of the resistance of the stragglers to all biological oils and salts, and feeling a little tired, "But for people who are not interested in others at all, It’s a different story.”

"Oh?"

"Between people, even if they don't maintain superficial friendliness, they still have to live on the same land and never see each other when they look up," Nanke said. "If you add extra burdens to yourself for the so-called good relationship, then you have to live on the same land." It’s just putting the cart before the horse.”

It's not that I haven't thought about persuading the stragglers to get along with everyone.

But a person's life, old age, illness and death are all there. He has already decided his own way of existence. Forcing him to establish a bond with the life that will disappear sooner or later will only repeat the pain of the past in vain.

"A unique insight." Kamisato Ayato pondered and nodded lightly.

Every rainy day, there are always unlucky people without rain gear. One of them was already sitting in the store, and not long after, another one came in from outside with his sleeves twisted.

Nan Ke took a bowl of hot ginger soup and went out: "Mr. Chunwu, aren't you an umbrella seller? Why are you still getting wet in the rain?"

"Thank you, Nanke," the young man known as Chunwu took the ginger soup, frowned and took a sip, exhaling a long breath, "Isn't the community re-zoning the land recently? My ancestral grave is in Kontian Village, and it is said to be necessary. Moving the grave... made me very anxious, and I just came back from outside the city."

Nanke took out a towel from the counter and handed it to Chunya: "Is it necessary to move it?"

"I'm telling you the same thing," Chunya took the towel, "We still have to go around to find the cemetery by ourselves. If we are late, we have to pay taxes. Isn't this deliberately trying to embarrass people?"

Nanke chatted with Chunwu for a while, and a few more people came in from outside. They heard them discussing land demarcation and joined in one after another. I started to complain one by one.

They also talked about writing a petition together and going to Princess Egret to argue.

"I'm kidding, Princess Egret lives in seclusion, where can we see her?" one person said.

"Otherwise, who should we look for? The servants of the society?" Another person sneered, "They will only blame each other and make us run errands in vain."

"Hey, I heard that the head of the Kamisato family was the one who initiated the demarcation of land."

As soon as these words came out, several people stared: "Kamizato Ayato?"

"Come on, Kamisato Ayato is famous for being cunning and cunning. If we accidentally offend him, we will reap the rewards."

The topic of the chat turned to the Kamisato brothers and sisters, who had polarized opinions.

For example, Princess Egret is gentle, elegant, and upright.

The Aya people in the gods have evil eyebrows and rat eyes, and their anger will be repaid.

Nanke glanced at the old god sitting behind them, one of them sipping milk tea: "Mr. Chunya, the rain seems to be getting heavier."

"It's true." Chunwu looked outside and quickly asked who was on his way home. They shared an umbrella together and left in a hurry.

Others also left the store one after another. Some people looked at Ayato Kamisato who was alone in the back and asked, "Where do you live, young man? Do you want to go together?"

"Thank you for your kindness, no need," Kamisato Ayato declined with a smile, "The road is slippery on rainy days, so please be careful."

The man smiled back, and his figure was quickly submerged in the thin rain.

Nanke put away the soup bowl and towel: "Mr. Ayato, I hope you won't take it to heart because of what a common citizen said casually."

"Why, I look a lot like..." Kamisato Ayato briefly recalled, "A cunning, cunning, vengeful, scheming type of person?"

If he couldn't answer it, Nanke chose not to answer it and hung up his towel to dry himself. Suddenly he found a wet oilcloth umbrella leaning against the counter.

It was probably given to Kamisato Ayato by one of the previous guests.

She put the umbrella next to Kamisato Ayato's table, collected his empty milk tea cup, and went into the kitchen to wash the dishes.

Kamisato Ayato looked at the umbrella that was placed on the table, smiled helplessly, stood up, suddenly touched his waist, and said to Nanke: "Miss Nanke, I seem to have forgotten my wallet."

"It's okay." Nanke put the cleaned soup bowl into the cupboard, not surprised at all.

"Miss Nanke." Kamisato Ayato called her again.

Nanke closed the cabinet door, turned around, and saw Ayato Kamisato standing at the door of the store. While looking at her, he pointed at the oil-paper umbrella in his hand: "Excuse me, can you help me open it?"

Nanke:?

Kamisato Ayato smiled awkwardly but politely: "This is the first time I hold an umbrella by myself."