To the eternal you

"Yo, traveler~ you're here."

The poet in the green hat is sitting on the apple tree with a gentle smile, holding an apple in his hand and throwing it up and down.

"It's for singing! You really are here~"

The talking fairy pointed at him and shouted joyfully. The little cloak like a starry sky was shining with stars, and it was flying in the air like a child. From the appearance alone, it was cute, but it was a pity that it had a mouth. .

"Wendy, are you all right?"

Compared with Paimon, who was heartless and had forgotten what happened before, Ying seemed to be more concerned about the other party's injuries.

After all, that kind of thing appeared at the door of the church in a grand manner, and no one came to stop it in the end, which is somewhat chilling, and he looked like he was beaten badly at that time, but now he looks like nothing happened look like.

"Ah, this matter is a bit complicated to explain, but if you are willing to buy me a drink, it is not impossible to say, but I think you should have something more to ask than that."

The young poet jumped down from the tree, bit into the plump red apple, and said while chewing.

"...If you don't want to say it, that's okay."

Ying Shunpo walked down the road and didn't intend to ask any further questions. Since Wendy didn't refuse, then she just had to find out later when she had time.

"Okay, don't put on such a serious expression, smile more, too serious will make happiness slip away~"

Wendy pulled out another apple from nowhere and handed it to her.

"Singing, what about mine?"

"Well, isn't Paimon able to fly? Fly to the tree and pick one by yourself~"

"Huh?! Why do you have to treat them differently! I'm angry!"

The little guy called Paimon raised his powder fist angrily, with a look of embarrassment on his face, stomped his feet in the air, and soon flew to the apple tree, carefully picking them.

According to her food philosophy, of course she has to eat the biggest, sweetest and plump apples!

Taking advantage of Paimon's departure, Wendy's smile remained unchanged, but her voice lowered a little.

"I heard that you are going to travel around the seven countries to find your brother, right?"

"That's right."

"Then it's no accident, your next stop should be Liyue, it's a good place! When you see the Rock God, send me a greeting~"

"Are you and Liyue's god friends?"

Ying looked at him in surprise. According to the information obtained, Wendy hadn't appeared for a long time, and it was said that she was in a deep sleep.

"Of course~ I have a lot of friends, and of course I also have a lot of enemies. It's just that I fell asleep for a few years because of a little thing, and now I'm a little unfamiliar with that old man."

"Father?"

"Huh? Don't you know, he is a god who has never been iterated since the first generation. He is an antique that is thousands of years old!"

"Will the gods also iterate..."

This sentence probably aroused some memories of Wendy, and his energy was suddenly depressed.

"Of course, I am the only one among the seven rulers of the world who have never changed their positions with that old man, but I am far behind him."

"Is that so... It's a bit of a surprise. I didn't expect Wendy to be thousands of years old. I can't tell from her appearance and personality."

"Don't say that, it's a wonderful thing to be able to live happily, drink dandelion wine and sing poetry!"

"I agree with this. Mai's singing voice is very nice, and I remember hearing you sing songs from other countries before."

Paimon was holding an apple that was half the size of his body. He didn't know when he would come back. There were still small teeth on it.

Having said that, Ying recalled that Wendy, who sang under the statue of Fengshen, sang a slightly sad song in addition to Fengshen's poems.

"That song...is Daozuma's, do you want to learn it?"

Wendy's eyebrows and eyes were slightly curved, as if she was thinking about something.

"Why do you say that all of a sudden?"

Ying asked back.

"The original singer of this song is actually Thor, one of the seven rulers. If you learn it, you may be able to use it at some point."

"Huh? I thought only singers would do this job!"

Paimon really couldn't imagine other gods like him, selling and singing on the street.

"Hahaha~ Little Paimon, don't underestimate the power of singing."

Wendy wasn't unhappy even if she was underestimated, she just reminded her with a hearty smile.

"Don't speak ill of others, Paimon."

Ying also grabbed her and spoke seriously.

"I didn't underestimate it, I was just a little surprised! I didn't mean to say bad things about him..."

Aware of the ambiguity in the words, Paimon obediently admitted his mistake.

"Does Wendy know Thor, too?"

Changing the subject, Ying asked.

"I haven't met her before, it's just the relationship between the singer and the audience. Her singing has the power to heal people, and I like it very much."

"Isn't that like Barbara? The idol Thor... I wonder what she looks like."

Paimon naturally thought of the idol singer in Mond City, with a gentle personality, a lovely appearance, and a sweet singing voice. All these make up the positive and optimistic Miss Barbara who likes to help others.

She even has a support group, and her popularity in Mond is quite high.

"Idol, you can say the same thing."

Wendy once heard this word from his most devout nun. Excellent idols not only reap joy, but also heal people's hearts through singing voice and dancing steps.

"However, I don't recommend that you call her that in Dao's homeland."

"Why?" Paimon asked stupidly: "Since he is an idol, shouldn't more people know about it?"

"Well, this question is very complicated. Even I can't answer it for you. You will understand after you go to Dao's Wife."

Wendy's tone changed slightly.

"I always feel like if I say something, I will be arrested."

Paimon looked at him worriedly.

"That's not the case, but I can't answer you in more detail. Get ready to go to Liyue. Maybe you can get more answers there. After all, they have closer contacts with Dao's wife."

"Including the flower that blooms in your palm, you can also get answers there."

The flowers he was talking about were small warm white flowers that grew out of nowhere after she woke up. They were beautiful and had a warm feeling.

Accompanying her through the initial period of confusion, during that time, she would often talk to the flowers to herself.

And it is also very considerate, only when Ying calls it will come out.

She stretched out her hand, and the radiant warm flower appeared again, swaying in the wind, and Wendy's gaze on it became extraordinarily soft.

"Come on, let's sing together." The poet stretched out his hand to invite: "For it, and for you. Remember this forget-me-not—"