Genshin Impact: Help me, Mr. Shenjun

Since Yanqing came, Jing Yuan often dreamed of some small fragments.

Some are small fluffy tanuki slaves one second, and the next second they become little lions that turn over and expose their belly.

Some are the daily life of teasing small groups of birds one second, and turning into bloody battlefields the next.

This time, Jing Yuan dreamed of a white-haired woman.

The woman spurred him on to practice sword skills in her dreams, strictly teaching him the rules that the Yun Cavalry Army should follow.

Obviously he was very cold to Jing Yuan, but Jing Yuan felt that she was shining on him like moonlight in the sky.

As soon as the picture turned, the woman was screaming in pain in the prison, and Jing Yuan wanted to reach out and touch her, but was isolated by the cell door.

A short distance is like an alternate graben.

"Those who have fallen into the demon yin, the six stars are upside down, the people are lost, go back, Jing Yuan, the mirror flow has passed."

Sen Han's ice pick spread out from the side of the mirror stream, piercing Jing Yuan's dream.

"Hah!" Jing Yuan woke up suddenly, he stretched out his hand and wiped his face, but he felt a little dampness from his face———— which was his tears.

"Haaa..." Jing Yuan circled the name in his mouth, she should be an important deceased.

"Jing Yuan." Yan Qing heard the movement in the next room, afraid that something would happen, and pushed open the door of Jing Yuan's room worriedly.

As soon as the door opened, he saw the undried tear marks on Jing Yuan's face, and Yanqing couldn't move for a while.

Yanqing rarely saw Jing Yuan crying.

"It's okay." Jing Yuan took his sleeve and wiped his face clean, "I dreamed of something." "

What did you dream about? Why do you cry?

Yanqing wanted to ask, but felt that it was not suitable.

"I'll sleep with you tonight." Yan Qing asked a little cautiously.

"Well..." Seeing

that Jing Yuan agreed, Yanqing brought the pillow quilt in his room.

Fortunately, the bed in the staff dormitory was not so small, otherwise Jing Yuan would have to be squeezed to death by Yanqing, but in fact, it was not much better, and Jing Yuan was almost completely shrunk in Yanqing's arms.

Yanqing gently and rhythmically patted Jing Yuan's back, just like the general used to pat his back, and hummed a gentle Xianzhou traditional sleeping song.

Jing Yuan wanted to say no, but this action and music were really effective.

As Yanqing slowly patted his back, Jing Yuan's sleepiness that was taken away by the dream gradually returned.

After a while, Jing Yuan closed his eyes.

Yanqing saw that Jing Yuan was asleep, slowly stopped his movements, wrapped Jing Yuan in a quilt, and carried him into his arms.

Two people sleep peacefully all night.

Maybe Yanqing's sleeping song really worked, and Jing Yuan's dream this time was a small group of chirping birds surrounding him, soft and warm.

It was not until the next day that Hu Tao came to call his late employee, and Yanqing, who slept until the third pole of the day, put Jing Yuan down.

"He had a nightmare and is still sleeping." Yanqing tiptoed open the door and said to Hu Tao, who knocked on the door.

Hu Tao rounded her big eyes, and before she could say anything, she could only grant them a morning vacation.

When Jing Yuan woke up naturally, it was already time for lunch. Yanqing arranged the meal and waited for Jing Yuan to wash up and eat it together.

"Yanqing should sing very well." Jing Yuan recalled yesterday's humming and felt that Yanqing might be a good choice to be a singer.

"You sing very well." Yanqing recalled the singing that the general used to hum when he coaxed him to sleep, and felt that the general must be very suitable for singing.

A dream, mixed with many memories. When you wake up, it's time to create new memories.