The Lost People of Teyvat

Chapter 198 Gift
"Chun Hyang Kiln... Chun Hyang Kiln... Ah! Found it!"

Paimon cried out in delight, pointed his finger somewhere, and looked back at Ying, his big eyes filled with stardust: "Hurry up, Ying!"

"coming."

Ying responded with a smile and followed Paimon to the porcelain shop with a very misleading name.

Chunxiang Kiln... So it was this Chunxiang Kiln. I thought... Ying blinked and coughed lightly. She couldn't tell whether she was regretful or relieved.

The two walked into the store and looked curiously at the various types of porcelain on the shelves.

There are cups, bowls, bottles and pots, most of which are very exquisite.

Some are white with blue and white flowers, with an elegant style, thin texture, smooth color, and exquisite luster; some are colorful, with various pictures painted on them, all of which are lifelike and eye-opening.

There were only three or two customers in the store at that time. One of them had a red face, as if he had been deceived. However, he was quickly attracted by the porcelain in front of him. He looked at it carefully and could not stop praising it.

Ying'er covered her red lips with her delicate hands and yawned softly. Just as she was about to go to the door to "attract" some more customers, she saw two figures, one big and one small, entering the store. She couldn't help but feel a little sorry.

Compared to those who entered Chunxiang Kiln on their own, she preferred to use unique rhetoric to mislead people in and then enjoy their embarrassed expressions.

She was about to look away when she paused, her gaze lingering on Ying's delicate and beautiful face for a few seconds. She thought of something and smiled as she walked over to them, "Hey, you two are finally here. I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Ok?"

Ying was stunned for a moment, then asked tentatively, "Miss Ying'er?"

"Yes, I am Ying'er."

Ying'er smiled, her eyes wandering over Ying, nodding with satisfaction: "Well, very good, exactly as he described, not a single bit different. Haha, can I ask what excuse he used to get you here?"

"Him?" Ying was puzzled: "Miss Ying'er, are you referring to...?"

"Huh? You don't know?"

Ying'er looked at Ying's expression carefully, and seeing that she didn't seem to be faking it, she couldn't help but frown slightly.

This shouldn’t be the case… Did I make a mistake?
She murmured a few words, then looked at Ying carefully, thought for a moment, and said, "Sir, let me confirm for the moment, do you know someone named Chen Tianfeng?"

"Tian Feng? Miss Ying'er knows him?" Ying was a little surprised.

Sure enough, Zhongli did not lie to her. During the preparation for the ceremony to send the immortals, he was able to get news about Tianfeng.

"I know him. He ordered some custom porcelain from our store not long ago. Oh, I was right."

Ying'er patted her chest gently and smiled again: "Please wait a moment, I will go get the porcelain. It was specially made for you by Mr. Chen."

Specially customized by Chen Tianfeng?

Ying and Paimon looked at each other, confused and expectant.

Soon, Ying'er came to the two of them holding a box, carefully placed it on the counter, and motioned Ying with a smile to open it.

The box is very exquisite, with beautiful mountains and rivers painted on the surface, which is very beautiful.

When I opened the box, I found a soft silk cloth inside. In the middle of the cloth lay a sky-blue teapot. The teapot was warm and crystal clear, as if it was carved from jade. Below the teapot were two cups of the same color. There were patterns on the porcelain body. When I lifted it up and looked at it in the sunlight, the light was more obvious, as if it was hollowed out.

Ying pursed her lips and looked at the hollow pattern on the cup - it was a human figure outlined with simple thin lines. It was easy to tell that the figure was Paimon.

"Wow—it's Paimon!"

The little mascot cheered in surprise, carefully took the cup, his eyes full of love.

Ying looked at the other cup and picked it up with gentle and steady movements.

Sure enough, the figure outlined on the cup was her.

The corners of her lips were raised, and her eyes were full of light, which was beautiful beyond words.

"That day, Mr. Chen came to Chunxiang Kiln and said he wanted to order a gift. When asked what kind he wanted, he hesitated and could not say, only saying that he wanted to order something very special. We discussed for a long time before coming up with this idea. Mr. Chen spent a long time describing your appearance to the master, and then he remembered that he should draw it."

Ying'er couldn't help but smile when she recalled the scene at that time. She looked at Ying with a serious look in her eyes: "This is a gift that I put my heart into. You must cherish it."

"I know." Ying nodded, put the cup back into the box, and repeated in a low voice: "I know."

"That's fine, that's fine."

Ying'er looked at Ying's expression and realized that this kindness was not out of place or redundant, and would be cherished, so she became happier.

Ying took Paimeng's cup and put it back. Suddenly she thought of something and looked up at Ying'er: "By the way, Miss Ying'er, do you know where Tianfeng is now? We agreed to meet in Liyue Harbor, but I can't find him."

"I don't know about this either." Ying'er shook her head: "Unless the customer requests door-to-door delivery, Chunxiang Kiln will not record the customer's address."

"Oh, I see. Thank you, Miss Ying'er."

Ying closed the box, held it tightly in her arms, thanked Ying'er, and left Chunxiang Kiln, her heart filled with joy.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Ying stopped and finally remembered something: "No!"

"Huh? What's wrong?" Paimeng was confused.

"Ointment, the ointment to be used in the immortal ceremony, we forgot to tell you."

"...It seems so."

After a while,
Ying'er looked at the two people who had gone and returned, with a slightly puzzled expression: "What happened?"

"Is such that……"

Ying smiled somewhat awkwardly and explained in detail the original purpose of her visit.

"Ointment, um, that's no problem, but I have to make three batches at the same time..."

Ying'er paused, looked at Ying, and said in a half-joking and half-serious tone: "It's not good to have too good an appetite, little girl, someone will be sad."

"It's for Emperor Yan! Please don't say anything weird!"

……

Yujingtai,
"Things change all the time, things change all the time..."

Grandma Ping was looking at the withered glass lily, shaking her head and sighing, when she noticed someone coming behind her. She turned around and looked: "Are you looking for... the Emperor?"

"Ah."

Zhongli nodded calmly, looking at the immortal in front of him who looked like a white-haired old woman.

Gechen Langshi Zhenjun, one of the immortals who followed Emperor Yanwang in the war, loved the music of the zither, was gentle and kind. After the Demon God War ended and Liyue stabilized, for various reasons, he transformed into an old woman and watched over Liyue Harbor.

"Emperor, you..."

"Just call me Zhongli."

"……Yes."

Grandma Ping had many questions, but seeing Zhongli's expression, she knew that this was not the time to discuss in detail, so she suppressed her doubts and said, "Mr. Zhongli, what is the important matter that brought you here?"

"I'm here to get the Dust Cleansing Bell." Zhongli paused and added, "It's used in the ceremony of sending off the immortals."

"This... is not allowed for travelers to come and pick it up?"

"Time is limited, it's too late."

"Then those monsters I just threw into the Dust Song Pot..."

"…Clean it up, it won't be used anymore."

"..."

(End of this chapter)