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

I walked neither fast nor slow, without sweating much.

Before knocking on the door, I tucked my messy hair back and knocked twice.

After a long wait, there were two more taps.

I could hear some noise coming from inside the door, but when I impatiently wanted to knock on it, someone finally opened the door a crack.

A hoarse and dry voice spoke: "What are you here for?!" The tone was a bit fierce, and the self before the time travel would be scared, but now I just smiled and spoke.

"Hello, I'm here to look for Mr. Painter. Who are you?" First state your purpose, then the person you're looking for, and finally don't forget to use polite language.

"Annoying..." I made sure I didn't hear the words wrongly. The door was pulled open a little more, and I could see inside with the light. It seemed that the curtains were not drawn inside, and it was dark. I had something like an apron tied around my body, which was stained with paint, as if to avoid dirtying the clothes inside?

"I'm sorry to bother you. These fruits are my gift to you. I hope you like them." I chose apples on purpose. Why? Because although I hate apples, it is definitely better to give them as gifts. They can be stored for a longer time, and they look red and comfortable.

The people inside glared at him. Did he step on a landmine? It's over. I should have known not to buy anything. But it's not right to come empty-handed...

"You are a young man who knows some manners!" As soon as I heard this sentence, I knew what it meant. The door was pushed open completely and he walked inside on his own.

"Do I need to change my shoes?" The floor was very clean, at least the area near the door was clean.

"No need, come here." He took a look and it was very dark inside, without a single light. He noticed that there was no movement to come in and spoke, "Are you afraid of the dark?" The curtains were pulled open with a whoosh. They were really light-blocking curtains. He could buy one and put it in his room later.

The full picture inside is revealed. The painter is painting fireflies in the dark. Can you see it clearly?

How do you see the glass bottle placed there?

"Thank you." When I walked in, the floor was cleaner than I had imagined. Everything was arranged in an orderly manner without any dust. The corners of the shelf where the bottle caps were placed had also been wiped. He must have obsessive-compulsive disorder and mild mysophobia.

"What do you want me to draw?"

"My sister and I hope to make an appointment for tomorrow. Mora is not a problem..." Although he may not care about Mora that much, he still has to show his attitude.

"Your sister? I remember you were alone the last time I saw you." Have you seen her?

I tried hard to recall if I had any memory, and now I remembered that it seemed to be the Wind Flower Festival that day. The old man came here for a drink, and because he was lonely, he chatted for a while, but because business was particularly good, he didn't talk in detail.

After all, don't think about slacking off when you're busy.

"She is my sister, but not a blood relative... This world is very normal now, right?" Other countries were fighting each other, and the hard-earned peace of this country was in jeopardy.

As monsters were rampant, the gods opened up suitable land, but they could not intervene too much in the monster invasion.

"Forget it." For some reason, he seemed angry again... "Then tomorrow afternoon... As for the reward... 50 windmill chrysanthemums, with soil."

I finally understand why people say he has a weird temper... the kind that's even weird...

"Of course you can...but for me, it's a little hard to accept." Mainly, the flowers that are attached to the soil need to be dug out directly, and the roots also need to be dug out to protect the flowers from damage. They need to be transplanted into pots, which is time-consuming and laborious. The price of this kind of flowers is also higher because they are sold with the pots.

"I'll draw a picture for you first, you take a look." Before he agreed, he had already started to draw. Because he swung his arms slightly, he clicked his tongue impatiently, "Don't move, let me show you first!"

Forget it… I didn’t refuse. The painter did paint very quickly, but no matter how fast he painted, he was standing still.

When my feet started to feel numb, I finally finished the painting. It was a rough sketch, and you can see that it is somewhat similar to the original. I haven't applied any paint yet. To be more precise, it should be a rough draft.

"The details will be better in the later stages. If you are willing to wait, sit there and wait for another hour." So fast?

"Forget it, I believe you won't let me down... Then should I put those flowers at the door?" How should I arrange so many flowers?

“Just plant those flowers in the wild.”

At that moment, I felt angry, I don’t know why, but forget it, don’t be angry, there’s no use being angry, right?

"I will." Let's find a place to plant it. After all, it's an agreement.

Where to plant it? Where the wind blows. I believe Wendy will like this gift very much, right?

"Are you going to help? If not, get out of here." Isn't it a bit too quick to send someone away?

"Okay, thank you." I moved the box of salt at the door back. Fortunately it was not that heavy.

I bought dinner, potato pancakes, fried carrot balls, a portion of frosted slime, and a bowl of soup.

The frosted slime was for her to eat, as she didn't like the texture very much. The soup was for her to drink, as she preferred to drink water.

"It has been agreed that the portrait can be painted tomorrow. My sister will treasure this memory and the painting as well. It is a very important memory."

"I won't treasure this moment alone, because..." He kissed her face carefully, "The first time I met my sister is a memory worth cherishing! All the time I spent with my sister is unique and beautiful."

It seems like the books I give her are too diverse... Are there any books like love letters?

"That's great. I will treasure all the memories of meeting you." This is true. When writing a book, I will easily incorporate some of my current life. Because it is written too messy and difficult to understand, the people who have experienced these things can read the coherence in it.

The main reason is that there are too many trivial things and there is no main body. It is like an essay, but it is too scattered.

For example, the first page starts with something strange:

I picked up a little guy, it's very cute. When I first saw it, I thought it was a big yellow orange cat.

Eat more carrots, it's good for your eyes.

She likes fried carrot balls, but hates frosted slime!

The mint chowder was disgusting!

It’s nice to have someone to accompany me.

Do you have any scent? Why do you like being close to me so much?

Is he that old? Much older than I thought...

Did you mistake me for your mother? At my age, I can only be a sister...

It's a very timid little guy, but very cute. I like it very much.

You care about me...