Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

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I don’t know how long it took, but finally the sun gradually peeked out from below the horizon, shining brightly on the earth, like a sharp sword piercing the darkness and dispelling all the haze.

Before I knew it, the sky was clear and the heavy rain last night seemed to have quietly gone away.

The sun shines into every corner of the room, and the air gradually becomes hot, as if nothing has changed, and a new day has begun.

Xiao Lan came out of the room rubbing his eyes, looking at everything around him with a dazed look, instinctively wanting to find his aunt and grandfather. They are his closest family members and the elders he relies on the most. His parents are not often at home, so he often entrusts himself to his grandfather and aunt to take care of him. And Mr. Zhongli, he doesn't come home often, but every time he comes, he will hug him and tell him many interesting stories. These are all part of Xiao Lan's life and also witness his growth. However, when he walked out of the room, he found that today was different from usual.

He looked around curiously, but was surprised to find that the courtyard of the Wangsheng Hall, which was rarely visited by people during the day, welcomed a large number of guests today. There were familiar faces among these people, as well as people he didn't know. The age range was very wide, and there were men, women, young and old. What surprised him even more was that the decoration today was very different from usual. Although the Wangsheng Hall was engaged in the business of serving the dead, it would never hang white soul flags all over the courtyard like today.

He opened his eyes wide in surprise, not knowing how to deal with this sudden change. Suddenly, a soft sound of footsteps came from a distance, getting closer and closer, and finally stopped behind him.

He turned around, and his eyes inadvertently fell into a pair of bright and lively eyes. Those eyes were like bright stars, emitting a warm and charming light. He couldn't help but be attracted, and couldn't look away for a moment. Standing in front of him was a pretty woman with long, slightly curly light blue hair, as soft as silk, gently brushing against her fair skin. She also had a pair of exquisite horn crowns on her head, which didn't look like a human at first glance. The slightly curly shape added a bit of playfulness and cuteness. At this moment, the woman was smiling at him, and her smile was like a flower blooming in spring, full of vitality and energy.

"Hello, Xiaolan. I am a good friend of your aunt Lin Huan. You can call me Ganyu." She said softly, her voice was clear and pleasant, like the sound of nature.

"Hello, Ganyu...Auntie." Xiao Lan responded timidly.

"Well, nice to meet you, Xiaolan. Let's go find your aunt Ahuan together. She will definitely need our company, so don't keep her waiting for too long." Ganyu squatted down and gently stroked Xiaolan's head.

"it is good."

So, Ganyu stretched out her hands, carefully held Xiaolan in her arms, and then slowly walked into the mourning hall. Xiaolan nestled in Ganyu's warm embrace without making any noise. When they entered the mourning hall, Xiaolan finally saw her grandfather's coffin. He lay there quietly, peaceful and calm, as if he was sleeping.

Ganyu gently let go of Xiaolan's hand, took his hand and walked towards Lin Huan. At this time, Lin Huan was kneeling on the futon next to the coffin, having knelt all night. Beside her, there was an elegant old man with gray hair and a gray gown, patting her shoulder and comforting her softly. Ganyu knew this old man. He was Mr. Wen Yi, one of the Seven Stars of Liyue. As the secretary of the Seven Stars and a member of Yuehai Pavilion, they often met.

As he got closer, he could hear the old man talking to Lin Huan.

"Please accept my condolences, child. Jingzhi has lived an upright life. Now he is just starting a new journey. Don't be too sad. He doesn't want to make you so sad." The old man's tone was very gentle.

As he spoke, his eyes turned slightly red and he could hardly suppress his sorrow.

"My good brother..." He held the coffin, his voice very soft, almost crying...

"It's just... I left too early... too early..."

Mr. Wen Yi spoke in a low voice as he recounted what happened back then.

"He, Yang Shu... and I... are the youngest among our generation..." The old man paused and continued, "The three of us have the best relationship with Big Brother Ye, and we get along the best... But who would have thought... the youngest person, the one I was talking about is Yang Shu, the one who passed away the earliest... But his body, because of... the characteristics of the Bubulu secret method, I am not too surprised... But Jingzhi, that guy has always been very strong, why did he... die so suddenly..."