Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

Lin Huan's eyes slowly passed over Shen Mei, and then lingered for a long time on the warm scene of Yaoyao and her father clinging to each other. Yaoyao's pink little face was deeply buried in her father's arms, and her two little hands were tightly wrapped around her father's waist like vines. She murmured and told him about the trivialities of life in the past year, the changes and turmoil in Liyue, and her endless attachment to her father. Her father gently stroked Yaoyao's hair with his broad and warm palms, his eyes full of love and pampering, just like a trickle of water flowing quietly under the warm spring sun.

Shen Mei leaned slightly sideways with a graceful posture, and spoke softly and gently: "Lin Shangxian, please move to the inner courtyard first. Yaoyao, Mingxiao, please don't stay outside the door for long, and let the distinguished guests go in first." The father and daughter over there heard the gentle call of his wife and mother, smiled at each other, and their smiles were full of tacit understanding and warmth unique to the family. Lin Huan also nodded slightly, and followed Shen Mei into the courtyard. For a moment, everyone entered this quiet courtyard. The courtyard was arranged neatly and orderly, with several pots of flowers in full bloom in the corner. The delicate petals and green branches and leaves set off each other, adding a bit of lively vitality and elegance to this simple courtyard. Around the central stone table, several stone benches were scattered around in a circle, and some unfinished handicrafts were scattered on the table, as if silently telling the daily leisure of the owner of the courtyard.

Lin Huan sat down on the stone bench, Shen Mei walked over and handed him a cup of steaming tea. Instantly, the aroma of tea spread in the air, like a veil. "Goddess, this is our homemade tea, please taste it." Lin Huan opened his red lips and took a sip. He felt the fragrance of the tea soup overflowing, mellow and long, with a unique flavor on the tip of his tongue. He couldn't help but praise it: "This tea is fragrant and mellow, and it really has a unique flavor."

At this time, Yaoyao came over holding her father's hand, with tears on her face, but she was already smiling brightly. "Sister Huan, this is my father, Mingxiao." Yaoyao's voice was full of excitement and pride. Lin Huan smiled slightly and nodded. Yaoyao's father waved his hands repeatedly, with a simple and honest smile on his face, and said sincerely: "Don't be polite, Immortal. Thanks to you for taking good care of Yaoyao along the way, I am very grateful."

The warm afternoon sun shone like a golden veil in the courtyard. Everyone sat together and shared Yaoyao's interesting stories about life in Liyue Harbor. Yaoyao danced with excitement, and told the interesting stories of her childhood full of fantasy, as well as the bits and pieces of studying with Baishu in Bubulu and playing with Qiqi. The crisp laughter and joy echoed in the courtyard, as sweet as silver bells. Lin Huan listened quietly, and his heart seemed to be slowly filled with a warm current.

The night was like a huge piece of black silk, slowly falling from the sky. Shen Mei stood up lightly and went to prepare dinner. Yaoyao, like a cheerful little bird, followed into the kitchen to help. Yaoyao's father also stood up and tidied up the yard. While tidying up, he said with deep emotion: "This child has indeed seen a lot of the world in Liyue Harbor, but in my heart as a father, I always hope that she can be with us more." Lin Huan's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a smile, and responded softly: "Yaoyao is a very sensible child. No matter where she is, she always cares about her family in her heart."

Soon, the rich aroma of food filled the air. The table was filled with sumptuous home-cooked dishes, each of which was attractive in color and steaming hot. Each dish was full of the strong taste of home, like silent words, telling the warmth of family and the mellowness of family affection. Everyone sat around the table, enjoying this rare family happiness. Yaoyao was like an enthusiastic little host, constantly picking up food for Lin Huan, and muttering: "Sister Huan, this tastes so good, you should eat more." Lin Huan felt warm in his heart, and he also picked up food for Yaoyao and her parents in return. For a while, the courtyard was full of joy and warmth.

In this way, Lin Huan naturally settled down in the courtyard of Yaoyao and her parents. A few days later, the festive atmosphere of the Hai Lantern Festival became stronger, like mellow wine, spreading to every corner. Even a remote place like Qingce Village was enveloped by the joy of the festival. The whole village was decorated with lights and the villagers were busy and cheerfully preparing for this annual grand festival.

On this day, Lin Huan and Yaoyao were hanging lanterns together when two figures gradually approached from a distance. Yaoyao's eyes suddenly lit up and she cheered, "Brother Bai Zhu and Qiqi!" It turned out that Bai Zhu brought Qiqi to Qingce Manor for a medical consultation.

Bai Zhu approached with a gentle smile on his face, and said jokingly: "Yaoyao, long time no see. Oh my... Miss Lin Huan is here too. It seems that the Lantern Festival in Qingce Village this year will be very lively."

Qiqi opened her ignorant and curious eyes and kept looking at the dazzling array of decorations around her. Yaoyao happily pulled Qiqi and chattered about the wonderful and interesting things about the Lantern Festival. Qiqi was a little confused and just nodded slightly, replying a sentence or two from time to time. Baizhu stood side by side with Lin Huan, quietly watching Yaoyao and Qiqi clinging to each other. The lively Yaoyao and the cute Qiqi set off each other, just like two little birds crowded together, adding a different kind of brightness and warmth to the courtyard of this festival.