Genshin Impact: What should I do if I become my own character? !

After returning home, Ounihou was a little unhappy. In other words, he was a little unhappy while eating. To be precise, he felt guilty.

"Why do you seem unhappy?" I know the answer, but I still pretend to be confused and ask.

"Sorry! I messed up again..." When I was eating just now, although I finished the food, there were a lot less things than what I ordered originally.

"Why use the word 'again'? After all, this was just your first small mistake. It doesn't matter. People always make mistakes. I have made quite a few mistakes. Didn't I even mess up the potion last time?" Speaking of that incident, he laughed softly twice. He didn't quite understand why he could laugh after making a mistake.

"But I did something wrong..."

"It's okay. There are so many people who do wrong things, and they live well because they never reflect on it. But you are different. You are willing to reflect on your mistakes, which is better than them!" The gentle compliment made the child feel more guilty.

"Thank you very much for your tolerance of me."

"Sometimes a small mistake can be very meaningful. For example, after a big mistake, I can better understand how to control my power and not make the same mistake again next time. Mistakes are not terrible. What is terrible is that people are complacent and never correct themselves. What is terrible is that after experiencing mistakes and setbacks, they are no longer willing to try again."

I used both hands to lift that face upwards, looking into those beautiful violet eyes. Subconsciously I wanted to lower my head again, but my hands couldn't keep it there.

"It's okay, you did a good job. When I was a kid, I went out for the first time, but I was scared by those people. I talked for a long time when buying things, but I couldn't explain it clearly." The voice entered my ears, looking at that gentle smile, looking at those eyes that only belonged to me...

"I understand!" He smiled and took the person to the second floor, deciding to teach him how to brush his teeth.

Proper eye contact can make people notice your emotions. Primary liars are always reluctant to look into other people's eyes, and children are the first primary liars who cannot lie.

I am the second type. Every time after telling a lie, I will stare into the other person's eyes very sincerely to make sure whether the other person believes the lie I have made up.

Although I don't like lying, sometimes lies are necessary.

For example, that explosion actually didn’t help me much. The only help was to tell myself to do my best in everything.

I remembered the teacher I once found very annoying. All he loved to say was some so-called truths... It was indeed annoying, but thinking back on it now, I think he actually cared a lot about his students.

After brushing my teeth, it’s time to go to bed, but I don’t want to go to bed so early today.

I’m a little worried about seeing those people again in my dreams.

The bored man counted today's sales again and again. He only sold 11 bottles of medicine in total, and he also spent a lot of money...

There are still some raw materials for this potion and I can try to make more potions. There are still 347 potion bottles, but I can only make 135 bows on them.

How about writing a poem?

It’s really boring. I hope what I write can be liked by others. Never mind…

Try it.

Sitting quietly, with the curtains drawn, the moonlight illuminating everything, without turning on the lights, the dim environment is my favorite place to create.

It feels uncomfortable to write with a fountain pen, but I'm used to it now. After writing the first sentence, I thought about it for a long time and didn't know how to continue writing, so I pushed open the window.

The wind blew in through the window, and the pot of windflowers turned because of it, a tangible wind...

Suddenly I remembered how to describe the many poems I wrote in the past, all for my own amusement, because my poems interpret some things that people don’t feel so good after reading them. It’s not that my writing is not good, but the emotions contained in them.

Grief, despair, anger and injustice, these emotions are intertwined in his poems, making them full of aggressiveness. I don't like to read such poems more than once.

After finishing writing the poem, I really had nothing else to do to kill time. I used to clean the house late at night, but now that there is a new child living here, doing so would disturb others' sleep.

Walking barefoot on the ground without wearing shoes does not make much noise, but you can feel the coolness spreading from your toes throughout your body.

Close the window carefully, draw the curtains, and walk back to the soft bed.

I don’t like sleeping with a pillow. I like to hug the pillow. I pull out some quilt and use it as a pillow. This habit is not that good, but I like it.

Close your eyes and fall asleep.

What was the dream about? This time, I was still on the water.

"Are you okay? You can tell me if you don't understand anything." She was still dressed the same way, but this time she began to observe her clothes carefully. This outfit reminded Eldana of the choir in the church.

The cape on top looks very beautiful. It is a very short cape, reaching only to the waist, and the pants underneath do not even reach the knees, they are very short pants.

The socks are too long, reaching the calves, and there are leg rings below the knees to keep the socks tight.

He was also wearing gloves, so his upper body was wrapped tightly and not much of his neck was exposed.

But the lower body is more open...

"Please don't pay too much attention to my outfit! They gave me this outfit later." He seemed to dislike being stared at and turned his head away.

"Sorry, I'm just a little curious. The you in my memory are not wearing this set of clothes?" The flashback scene showed another set of spotless white clothes. Compared with this set of black and white clothes, that set of clothes was very monotonous, but looked very holy, like a god overlooking everyone.

This set of clothes looks like a wise man who respects God, like someone who comes to convey God's will...

"This outfit is not my original outfit. It's impossible for a person to wear the same clothes all the time, right? Is there really such a person?" He thought a little doubtfully, and then his face turned a little bad as if he remembered something. "Really... I used to be, even if I was, in this world, you can imagine what you want to be, and the light will cover everything, and finally turn it into the appearance in your mind."

As he spoke, he sat down. On the calm water, the light turned into a stool, the kind with armrests, and he leaned his head on the side.

Following these words, I closed my eyes. Closing my eyes in the dream meant it was pitch black. I imagined a chair and then sat down. I was really caught by the entity. That chair was a cushioned chair that I liked very much.

Note: The word count has already met the requirements for each page, so the following poem is written by me. If you don’t want to read it, you can skip it directly. It is not counted in the whole article~

Where will the wind blow?

The little man sits alone in the wind,

The wind caressed my face gently, but did not tell me the answer to the question.

What does the wind look like?

The little man closed his eyes,

But I can never imagine

The wind blew through the fallen leaves, bringing a loud sound,

But I don't like it.

It seemed that I suddenly understood.

What I want to pursue is not the appearance of the wind,

So I ran in the wind.

The sound of the wind in my ears keeps echoing,

The world becomes quiet.

It became extremely loud again.

The birds stopped singing,

The insect accompaniment stopped,

There is only the sound of wind in my ears.

Running against the wind,

Hear the sigh of the wind,

The wind is asking about my past self,

Why go against the wind?

I answered as a young child,

All I want to hear is the sound of the wind.

(I am not very good at writing about the wind in my boring poems, but I remember that I loved the wind blowing past my ears and running against the wind. The only thing left was the sound of the wind. Adults thought I was crazy, but at that time, the only thing I cared about was the wind.)