Genshin Impact, I, a mere mortal, cannot accompany you to the very end.

It's now confirmed: this is a silly little zombie.

"Seven Seven..."

The little zombie paused. The deceased's face was expressionless, and her tone of voice was calm, but one could sense her distress: "Qiqi...forgot everything."

She shook her little head sadly.

"Something very... important... I forgot."

The long years can make us forget many things.

"Forgot...someone very important...."

The boy ruffled the little girl's hair, turning her light blue short hair into a messy ball. "I've forgotten a lot of things too."

"Who am I? Who was I before? And who was before that? I've forgotten all of that."

He smiled and said, "There's nothing to worry about. What's important is the present."

"Your name is Qiqi, remember it from now on."

"Seven...seven..."

Qiqi raised her head and softly murmured the name. Her eyes shone slightly. She raised her hands, and her sleeves fell down, revealing her two smooth forearms. "Big brother... how do you know... Qiqi's name?"

The little zombie opened its mouth slightly, seemingly in awe and admiration, "Big brother... is so smart."

Hey.

Having been praised, Nuoyan proudly puffed out her chest and put her hands on her hips.

"name."

The little zombie asked, "Big brother... what's your name?"

"Nuoyan." The boy smiled. "Qing Nuoyan."

"...What Nuoyan?" Qiqi tilted her head.

Her memory is really terrible.

"Qingnuo Rock".

"Qingnuo...?"

"Rock," the boy said, crossing his arms in a prohibition gesture, "Please stop playing with permutations and combinations, little girl."

"Qiqi... I can't remember... Qiqi... I'm so stupid."

The little zombie lowered its head again.

"Qiqi... wants to remember."

This little girl was indeed quite slow-witted, but she spoke with such earnestness; she genuinely wanted to remember Nuoyan's name. However, the deceased's body could not bear the weight of those memories.

So she was very sad.

"Then write it down."

Nuoyan said calmly, "Little girl, write it in the notebook. You're not actually stupid. Before the time scale, humans aren't smart. As human beings, we are all forgetful. Even the most unforgettable memories will become ordinary after a while."

"Write it in a notebook, write it in a diary. Whether you see mountains and rivers or starry fields, or just a fleeting thought, who you meet or what you encounter, write it all in your diary. Letters are memories sent to friends, and diaries are love letters written to yourself. Every line, every paragraph is the most serious confession of your life."

Qiqi blinked her big, confused eyes, "I...don't understand."

Nuoyan scratched his head.

“But Qiqi…it seems…” The little girl lowered her head and searched her body. “Ah…I found it.”

It was a very old little notebook.

She held the corner of the notebook in her small hand and handed it to Nuoyan.

The cover was covered in dust, and the pages were yellowed. Although it was preserved in amber, it was still somewhat weathered.

This is a diary.

The handwriting is very childish, and there are even pinyin in some places, but you can tell that the little girl wrote it very carefully.

On the first day of the new year, I picked two ounces of lily bulbs, but couldn't find any coconuts.

"On the second day of the New Year, we harvested a pound of Qingxin (a type of medicinal herb), and many people were injured... Qingxin can cure illnesses, but we couldn't find any coconut sheep."

'The third day of the new year...'

'The fourth day of the new year...'

On the last day of the New Year, it's almost Chinese New Year, and Qiqi still hasn't found Coconut Sheep.

Nuoyan gently turned each page of the diary, his movements light and careful. The clear, transparent afternoon sunlight shone on the yellowed pages, giving shape to the passage of time.

The contents of the diary are actually quite puzzling.

No time, place, or people were mentioned.

It's clear that the little girl used to make a living by collecting herbs in the mountains... How could such a young child be collecting herbs in the mountains?

She was searching for the coconut sheep. For a whole year, she had been searching for the so-called 'coconut sheep'. Konoyan didn't know what the coconut sheep was and had never heard of this species.

However, he felt inexplicably sad.

On the first day of the new year, Qiqi found Coconut Sheep. Qiqi was very happy, but Qiqi also had to leave, and Qiqi didn't want to leave.

This is the last day recorded in the diary.

It seems that after this day, the little girl was buried in amber and fell into eternal sleep.

It's a good thing the little girl came up with such a word for the New Year.

"Coconut...sheep".

Qiqi stood stiffly on tiptoe, also looking at the words in the diary. "Coconut Sheep... Qiqi... so... she was looking for Coconut Sheep."

She couldn't hold on to her toes any longer. It was already difficult for her to stand on her tiptoes, and the zombie's joints were very stiff. She lost her balance, lurched backward, and almost fell to the ground again.

Nuoyan supported her back to prevent her from falling.

"Qiqi... can't stand steadily."

“Qiqi’s joints are too stiff,” Nuoyan said seriously. “Qiqi’s joints are very stiff and need to be relaxed. Once they are relaxed, Qiqi will be able to walk.”

"How... to relax?" She tilted her head.

The young man coughed lightly, looking inscrutable, and said in a deep voice, "You need to cultivate a profound technique. Because this kind of killing technique is too powerful, I am unwilling to spread it and create more bloodshed."

Qiqi tilted her head, feeling a sense of awe and wonder that she couldn't quite grasp.

Have you ever heard of the Xuan-level cultivation technique, "Seven-Colored Sunshine"?

Nuoyan coughed again, "I will now pass on to you the first level of my sect's secret treasure, the Xuan-level technique 'Seven-Colored Sunshine'—the stretching exercise."

Clearly, showing off in front of the silly little zombie gave Nuoyan a great sense of accomplishment.

"Wow..."

Qiqi looked on with envy and admiration; this older brother was really amazing.

"Qiqi...can Qiqi learn it?"

“Qiqi can learn. Because I will help Qiqi.” Nuoyan said earnestly, “From now on, Qiqi will learn to walk, Qiqi will remember names, Qiqi will find Coconut Sheep, Qiqi will be able to do many things, and from now on, Qiqi will live happily in Liyue.”

The little zombie opened its beautiful purple eyes wide, those eyes, as clear as spring water, seemed to be sparkling.

"Very good."

Zombies don't laugh, but she seemed to be laughing.

"And then..."

Nuoyan paused.

"And then?" Qiqi tilted her head.

"And then..."

The setting sun painted the clouds with its glow, the fiery maple forest seemed to be ablaze, and in the distance, the sea shimmered, reflecting the breathtaking scenery of Liyue, with its crimson sky and red mountains. The boy bent down and gently embraced the little zombie's tiny body, saying tenderly:

"Seven Seven".

Welcome home.

A very warm hug, like rough sand.

It's warm, with a calm and steady aura like the sun.

'You must come...to pick up Qiqi...'

'Qiqi...wants...to go home.'

For some reason, the little zombie's cold heart suddenly twitched, a slight pain. She didn't understand what this feeling was called. The little zombie, who had forgotten everything, couldn't comprehend it. She lowered her eyes, which seemed to be a little moist.

"Mmm," she said.

[First agreement fulfilled]

Because of the vow you made, you can inherit forgotten talents without any loss (all inherited talents come from the past agreement).

[Reward: Nuofu]

Nuo is a ritual, and Fu is a type of magic. Both are used to exorcise evil spirits and ward off disasters, but they can also be considered a curse.

[Use yourself as a vessel to absorb karmic obstacles and dispel evil spirits]

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Wangshu Inn.

A gentle breeze and pleasant weather.

Wangshu Inn is an inn nestled among the mountains, shrouded in mist and haze. Every day, the rising forest mist obscures the carved railings, jade steps, green tiles, and red eaves, adding a touch of ethereal beauty to the already stunning setting.

Unable to resist.

Xiao had that dream again.

In his dream, he was still just as powerless.