Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

Boyang returned home, met his family, and slept soundly with his wife. After waking up, he felt a little better. Then he realized that it was already night.

To be honest, he still felt that it was a little unreal. He was actually back? He had returned to Liyue Harbor. Was this really the truth? Was it another beautiful dream that he had in that space? Then he woke up the next moment and was alone again... in that endless loneliness and darkness. But the soft figure in his arms told him, the warm quilt covering him told him... and the sound of the crowd outside the courtyard told him that all this was real. It was real. He had been brought out by his sister Ah Huan and returned safely to Liyue Harbor.

Boyang's mouth curled up. He tightened his arms slightly, holding the figure in his arms tightly, lowered his head, leaned over his wife's shoulder, and gave her a deep kiss.

In fact, just now, in his dream, he dreamed of Yaksha again. He was standing under the dim sky, turning his head to look at him, with a clear expression and a slight smile in his eyes. Not far away, there were several figures he had never seen before standing waiting. Maybe they were the names that Yaksha had mentioned... his brothers and sisters.

"Boyang." Yasha's voice was very soft and he smiled. "My brothers and sisters are all here. They have reunited with them in the other world. You and Ah Huan... don't have to worry about me anymore. Say goodbye to the past and keep moving forward."

"Fushe..." Boyang took two steps forward.

“Stop... Don’t chase, and there’s no need to chase anymore..." Fushe turned his back and strode forward, side by side with the three-colored figures, and disappeared into the dim mist.

(1)

After Boyang's wife coaxed her husband to sleep, she also fell into a drowsy sleep after a long time.

Half asleep and half awake, she felt the arms around her tighten slightly, and the body she was hugging suddenly shrank into her arms again.

"Hui Xin...what time is it now?" She heard her husband calling her name in a hoarse voice.

Madam Huixin raised her head and looked towards the window, looking at the faintly dark sky, and spoke softly.

"It's about... 12:00 p.m."

"Help me up..." Boyang smiled softly, "Help me go out and take a look..."

When I walked out of the door, I found that it had darkened, but the lights in the surrounding courtyard were still on, without any dimness.

Madam Huixin helped her husband sit on the bench under the eaves of the corridor: "It seems that there will be some ceremony at Yujing Terrace tonight. The lights in the entire Liyue Harbor will be kept on for three days."

"Oh?" Boyang asked in a low voice with interest. "This is quite interesting."

"I heard... it seems to be about someone's funeral. I heard that Uncle Hu from the Hall of the Dead will also be participating in person." Madam Huixin lowered her voice, "This is... preparing to celebrate the Lantern Festival again... right? Who can get the entire Liyue Port to join in the memorial service?"

After a long time without hearing Boyang's response, Madam Huixin looked over worriedly, but saw her husband with his head down, one hand on his knee, and her expression could not be seen clearly.

Madam Huixin stroked her husband's clasped hands on his knees as if sighing, "What's wrong? Boyang, what are you thinking about?"

Boyang shook his head slowly, "I just feel a little sad suddenly..."

“Please change my clothes for me. I know who is the protagonist of this ritual sacrifice that affects the entire Liyue Harbor. I have to accompany him for the last part of the journey. After one more journey, it’s time to move on.”

"...Is he your comrade?" Madam Huixin was very smart and understood immediately. "Okay, Yeqi and I will go with you."

She paused, then laughed softly, "However, I am also looking forward to seeing what kind of hero can make the people of this city mourn with them and protect the deceased's final journey together."

"He deserves it, and his achievements should be known. I also don't want his name to be forgotten as time goes by."

After a while, there were sounds of excited footsteps. The bright little girl in a light blue skirt came running towards Boyang, slowed down her pace carefully in front of him, rubbed into his arms, and held his cold palm tightly.

"Dad, we are going to attend the ceremony...right?" the little girl Ye Qi asked softly.

Boyang slowly loosened his clenched fists, closed his eyes, then raised his eyes and smiled softly.

"Yes, little girl, Daddy is back, and he will spend the Lantern Festival with Aqi... again. You see, Liyue Harbor is so thoughtful."

"Hui Xin... that person, his name is Fushe, his name means that life is fleeting, everything is abandoned. He is a Yaksha, who went deep into the rock with me and fought side by side... my comrade-in-arms."