Genshin Impact: Great, you guys still remember

The setting sun was slanting in front of the door, making the house seem a little dim.

On the counter in front of the table were a bunch of strange-looking... uh... toys? He couldn't recognize what they were, but he could still recognize the wooden things hanging on the wall as pianos.

But what attracted his attention more was the white-haired girl who stood on tiptoe on a wooden stool with her back to the door, wiping the higher counter.

"Want to buy something? Sorry, we are closed. Come back tomorrow."

The girl's voice was very pleasant, gentle and playful, and she gently tickled Li's ears.

It seemed that she did not hear his footsteps leaving.

She turned around with a helpless smile on her face:

"I really want to go back..."

The two looked at each other, and Li could feel that she was slightly stunned.

He himself was stunned for a moment, because he had never seen such a beautiful girl. She was not like the kind in the mortal world, but seemed to be carved by heaven and earth.

"Feel sorry,"

Li quickly realized that this was very rude and lowered his head and wanted to leave.

"Wait a moment,"

The white-haired girl suddenly called him and looked him over with her bright eyes:

"Are you looking to buy a piano? Then come in and take a look."

...

The white-haired girl lit up the lights, and the store gradually became brighter.

From here you can see the whole picture.

More than a dozen wooden musical instruments are hung in the most conspicuous place in the store. From their surface, you can still feel the historical charm contained in them. They are simple but not old. They must have been well maintained by the white-haired girl.

"I can't remember how old these pianos are,"

The girl looked up at the pianos, her tone revealing a hint of emotion that did not match her appearance:

“I even forgot how to play it.”

It's really strange. How could a piano shop owner not know how to play the piano?

"You must be from out of town,"

The white-haired girl looked at him.

"Yes, I'm from Mond,"

"No wonder you come to my shop to buy a piano,"

She pinched her chin and nodded:

"Because locals know that my store has a rule,"

Li was a little confused: "What rules?"

The girl revealed the answer:

"Don't buy if you can't play it."

She blinked her eyes and said:

"No one has bought a piano from me yet."

She didn't know why, but she always felt that the boy in front of her could...

"Oh, I'm leaving then."

I didn't expect him to turn around and leave.

"Hey, hey, hey,"

The girl took a step forward and pulled him back.

She put her hands on her hips and complained:

"You don't even try."

Li was very confused:

"Why try?"

"How do you know you can't do it if you don't try?"

He looked matter-of-fact:

"This is my first time seeing you, so naturally I won't."

"No no no,"

The white-haired girl shook her finger:

"Some things don't exist in memory. You can only know them by experiencing them yourself."

She herself is an example of someone who always does things naturally even though she clearly has no memory of them.

"really?"

The boy was a little suspicious.

She kept tempting:

"It's true. Give it a try. It won't take long."

Li subconsciously looked behind him, the setting sun was slowly falling.

"Ok."

Seeing that he agreed, the girl felt a little excited for some reason and ran into the inner room and took out a zither.

In fact, she had another rule that she didn't tell the boy -

Ordinary people don’t even have the chance to try.

...

He took the piano and held it in his own way, holding the piano with one hand and the strings with the other.

The white-haired girl sat on the side, holding her head up and watching quietly, with excitement in her eyes.

"Wait, this should be accompanied by a song,"

As if he thought of something, Li looked up again.

Song? Guizhong thought about it, then went back to the house and took out a sheet of music.

She listened to the song from the bell and wrote it down with her hands.

Rosalyn had taught him some music theory, so it wasn't difficult for him to sing by looking at the music.

"Pick one."

Li slowly flipped through the music score in his hand,

It's strange, these songs are very strange,

He had never seen such a 'special and novel' song in Mond.

And here, there is actually a full book...

Soon, the hand that was turning the pages stopped.

"Butterfly"

This is the song he chose.

His eyes lingered on the paper, and his heart was gradually moved.

Then, as if touching some kind of switch, his fingers pressed the strings very naturally, and his right hand began to pluck them.

At the same time, he spoke—

[When the world is ready to abandon me]

[Like a wounded soldier left in the lonely wilderness]

...

[Every time I see you, my heart feels so peaceful]

Like a butterfly flying over ruins

[I can live again, I have regained my courage]

...

Eyes are the windows to the soul, songs are the resonance of the soul,

Rosaline, who cleansed his soul with song, was the butterfly that flew over the ruins.

So, he is her butterfly, and she is his butterfly.

...

"really,"

After the song was finished, the white-haired girl smiled broadly:

"I really saw you right."

"Thank you, girl,"

He stood up and bowed to her.

"No need to thank me, it's your business, I didn't help you at all."

The white-haired girl covered her mouth and laughed:

"In that case, I'll give you this violin."

He shook his head seriously:

"No, I'll buy it at the price."

The white-haired girl didn't care:

"up to you."

"But...girl,"

After saying that, he thought for a moment and pointed to the music score:

"Can you sell me this sheet music too?"

"Why, you think the songs in there are good too?"

The girl put her hands on her hips with some pride, because she had worked so hard to write each poem.

"Um,"

The young man nodded and responded:

"I want to show it to Rosalyn."

...

Rosalyn?

Who is Rosalyn?

The white-haired girl tilted her head.

"Rosaline is very important to me,"

He continued to explain, with a simple smile on his face:

"It's the butterfly in that song too. I want to sing other songs to her as well."

That's it...

"No,"

The white-haired girl suddenly turned her head and put the book behind her:

"Write it yourself."

Well--

The boy scratched his head, somewhat puzzled by her sudden change of attitude.

But since the other party was unwilling, he couldn't force it.

I could only prepare to get up and leave.

But before that, the white-haired girl asked one last question:

"By the way, young man, what's your name?"

"My name is Li,"

"Li, what a strange name... Never mind, I'll give you another one as a gift."

"Thank you so much, girl."

"Don't thank me, just go and spend time with your butterfly."

"okay."

"Fortunately...you must cherish it well."

"understood."

I don't know what the girl means by cherishing.

Are these the two guitars?

It should be these two guitars.

...

But it was time for him to return to Mond.

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(Some plot was added at the end of the previous chapter)

There was a power outage yesterday. My phone and computer were out of battery. I was the only one in Wuhan. I was helpless. Who knows how I got through last night...

But recently my inspiration seems to have dried up. I really like the stream of consciousness state. Sometimes it takes me two or three hours to write a thousand words. I always feel that the life of this book is coming to an end, but the author doesn't want to end it. Can anyone teach me what to do? ～( TロT)σ