Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

After walking over the grass slope and passing through a small bamboo forest, hiding behind a rock, I discovered that there weren’t actually many people on the ceremony platform. It was just that a large part of the people were stuck on the mountain road and couldn’t get up.

Lin Huan glanced at the time. Hmm, it was still early. She slowly wandered into the crowd, inadvertently revealing herself, pretending to have come from the other side of the mountain road, while squeezing forward and finding a place with a good view, watching the people under the Seven Stars busy setting up the altar.

"Stop!" After a while, I suddenly heard a cold and crisp shout from behind me, and then my shoulder felt slightly heavy and was patted lightly by someone.

Lin Huan didn't look back, but raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled faintly.

"Ahuan! I thought you were also squeezed on the mountain path with everyone else! Haha, it turns out you sneaked up from the other side, no wonder Grandma Ping and the others didn't see you on the other side. Okay, it's okay, I know, everyone knows, this is your first time to come and watch the ceremony of inviting the immortals." Ganyu's smirking voice came from behind.

Indeed, this was Lin Huan, the first immortal he met in Liyue Harbor. He happened to meet him when Uncle Hu took him to the General Affairs Department to apply for an identity card. They fell in love with each other, and later they found opportunities to share what they had, and now they are good friends.

Gan Yu smiled and patted Lin Huan's shoulder. "Are you going to see the Emperor later?"

“I… still…” Lin Huan lowered his head, “Ganyu, please let me be a spectator for now… I am not mentally prepared to expose myself in front of people.”

The little Qilin sighed softly.

"...Okay... Then, when we're done, let's meet at the entrance of the mountain trail, okay? The master wants to see you."

A chatty master? And Grandma Ping...

Lin Huan smiled and nodded, "Okay. Oh, I've met Grandma Ping. She's very nice, kind, and respectable. I like her very much."

"Then it's settled. Don't be nervous. The master is very nice too!" Ganyu nodded excitedly, pulled Lin Huan to the nearest incense burner, and said with a smile, "Dear guest who has come to Liyue for the first time, please make a wish. The wishes made during the Immortal Invitation Ceremony are very effective! The Emperor will bless your wish."

"Hmm!" Lin Huan smiled, lowered his head, closed his eyes, clasped his hands together devoutly, and bowed three times...

At this moment, her mind was completely silent, without any unnecessary sounds. She was always like this in front of the incense burner...for some reason.

"Ah! It's lit!" Ganyu laughed happily, "The Emperor has responded to your wish! Ah Huan, your wish will definitely come true!"

Suddenly, the voice of a Qianyan Army soldier was heard from the other side.

"Secretary Ganyu! Lord Tianquan wants to see you!"

"Ah, Xiaohuan, I have to go now. You walk around the neighborhood. We'll see you when we're done!"

"Okay, Ganyu, go ahead and do your work. I won't bother you anymore. I'll just walk around. It's okay."

Gan Yu walked away, leaving Lin Huan in front of the incense burner in silence. She turned back to the stone, hid her body, thought for a moment, and then made a spell, transforming into a short-armed, short-legged, dark green, furry little dragon. She climbed onto the stone in a few steps, put her hands in her pockets, and coiled up to watch the people below busying about.

The early spring sunshine shines warmly on my whole body. The sleepiness after waking up early slowly comes over me. I curl up into a ball and fall asleep slowly and peacefully.

Feeling the sunlight on his body becoming hotter, Lin Huan Xiao Qinglong smiled and turned over, sitting up, and regained his human form. Sure enough, the stage was in order at this moment, the offerings on the table were neatly arranged, and there were many people around the stage. Fortunately, he was in hiding at the moment, otherwise, he would have been seen.

She looked up at the sun and knew that noon had arrived. She picked up the cup, jumped off the stone, hid in the crowd, breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the drink and took a sip.

After a while, the bell rang at the right time. Mr. Tianquan of the Seven Stars stepped forward, lit incense, and made hand gestures. Then, golden light pointed to the sky, and the clouds rolled. Her eyes were sharp, and she saw at a glance the huge dragon body hovering and cruising in the sea of ​​clouds, its powerful claws, its soft and floating auspicious cloud dragon tail, and its calm, firm and wise eyes. Noticing her sight, he looked over, nodded, and looked away after just one glance. Then, the giant dragon pushed aside the clouds, hovered down, and hovered in front of the gentlemen.

Lin Huan did not listen to the following conversation. She leaned against the stone pole behind her, staring blankly at the majestic dragon that blocked out the sky... Her heart was suddenly filled with a strong sense of homesickness.

She grew up in an orphanage and was relatively indifferent to social interactions. She didn't have any particularly deep ties. Her only connection with her hometown was the land that nurtured and raised her.

It was like the last look in front of the hometown platform, cutting off her last connection with her hometown. She knew that she would never return after this farewell, but missing her was just missing her. Since she could never go back, she would confidently and firmly stride forward and start her own poem.

As a citizen of a country that grows flowers, she possesses enough pride and memory to support her through this long, inhuman rebirth.