People in Mond, arrogant sun, not hated

Looking at his golden eyes of God, a weak light flashed in his emerald green pupils.

"A firm will..."

She thought back to the day when she got the Eye of God.

That was the fourth time she failed the assessment. It was different from the previous few times. That time she really felt extremely lost, and even thought of giving up in her heart.

But the reason why she exists today.

It's because she got two major recognitions that day.

One copy comes from the object of my longing, the leader of Qin who does everything impeccably.

The other part came from the god who gave her the God's Eye.

"Is my will... recognized by God?"

she murmured softly.

Then he slowly squeezed the God's Eye in his hand, but as expected——

Compared with gods, she still hopes to be recognized by [people].

Then, a warm feeling of being touched suddenly came from the top of the head.

"Huh? If you want my acknowledgment, then you have to work harder."

A frivolous voice rang in her ears, but she didn't clap that hand away.

I don't know why... There is a feeling as warm as the sun, as if I have felt it somewhere before.

"but---"

The meaning in the voice seemed to change.

But her consciousness has also been plunged into darkness.

"Noelle, although it's barely there, compared to the first time we met, you have indeed grown too much."

"So, take my blessings and smile brighter."

"Good night, my idiot junior."

Chapter 67: The confidant who failed to be a friend (2/24)

"Oh, one fell."

Elmes whistled happily.

Then his cold eyes turned, and the lines on his face gradually became sharper.

Pointing at Yura with a grim expression.

"Die to the vengeance, it's your turn."

Yura looked at Noelle who was drunk again, and clenched her fists hard.

"Damn it, Arms!!!"

Although both of them are sitting in their own positions and cannot walk.

Ermes raised his legs, poked her cheek with a chopstick, and said with a smile under the murderous eyes of the other party.

"Okay, okay, it's your turn next, let's talk about it, your frowning and distressed expression makes the wine taste bad."

"There is no frown and distress!"

At this time, Zhongli spoke again.

"Miss Yula, if you have depression in your heart, it's not a good thing to keep accumulating it in your heart. Sometimes you need to talk about it in an appropriate amount. If a person keeps thinking about it, he will often fall into a distorted situation."

In the past thousands of years, he has seen too many situations.

"It's nothing to be concerned about..."

"This kind of sentence pattern is obviously ironic. Can't you use a more novel way?"

"No Road Race!"

Yula was silent for a while, maybe it was because of drinking from the bar, or because of the potion that Ermes secretly added to the drink just now, she uttered a little bit of her heart in front of two guys she didn't know very well.

"Forget it, let me just talk about it, I have recently... I feel like I have forgotten something."

"If you are forgetful, eat more melatonin..."

"Yeah Kamasi!!!"

Yura glared at Elmes fiercely, clenched the glass tightly and looked at herself reflected in the liquor in her hand.

"There are no clues, and there is no reason, but I feel like there is a missing piece in my memory. I don't know what it is, but I can clearly feel the missing piece."

Because I don't know anything.

So naturally there will be no pain.

Naturally, there will be no sadness.

There is only a sense of loss as if a hole has appeared.

Like an iron ball being thrown out, even though the [force] exerted on him has been exhausted, that [inertia] still interferes with her.

"You probably can't understand, after all, even I myself can't understand what I'm talking about."

A somewhat empty light flashed in the ice-blue pupils.

The feeling of a hole in the heart is really uncomfortable.

She opened her white palm, obviously not holding anything, but felt something slipping away from there.

And Ermes listened with a calm face, and secretly added half a glass of [regular] water to Yura's glass with a calm face.

Zhong Li silently glanced at his little movements, thought for a while and gave his own opinion.

"This is just a personal opinion, but in my opinion, Miss Yura, you don't need to try to fill that void."

"why?"

"Because what's lost doesn't come back."

Zhongli calmly answered his question.

In Teyvat, he is the most authoritative answer to such questions.

Not because of anything else, just the accumulation of time.

Just speaking from experience.

"In the past, I have experienced many past events."

"Whether it is the acquaintance and parting of friends, or watching the past friends being changed by time [wear]; for those who disappeared, the wine we drank with them, the scenery we saw together, I can only look back from that piece of memory.”

"What is lost cannot be regained."

Even in the same atmosphere and under the same sunshine today, the taste of wine still cannot be reproduced.

"For the lost things, all people can do is to move forward with nostalgia. Instead of trying to get back those lost things, it is better to try to find new things."

"Not to retrieve, but to create."

The mouth that is missing in the heart will not be healed, no matter how many things are used to make up for it, it will not be filled.

So just leave it there.

Everyone has a scar in their heart that won't heal.

After listening to these words carefully, Yula nodded to Zhongli with some respect.

The woman's intuition told her that the man in front of her was probably not as young as he appeared on the outside.

It is an elder with very rich life experience.

"What is needed is not to fill, but to create new?"

While she was thinking, she raised her glass and took a sip, then——

Her body shook suddenly!

slap! !

Her head hit the table in an instant, and she became unconscious with a flushed face.

And in her wine glass, there was an overly strong smell of alcohol.

Even with the original dilution, the alcohol in this glass of wine is probably above 70 degrees.

Yura's low drinking capacity was really unbearable.

"Put down another one, good job!"

Elmes poked her cheek again with his chopsticks, a smile with obvious black belly and teasing appeared on his face, completely missing the previous drunken posture.

Zhong Li poured a cup of tea into a cup and handed it to him, speaking calmly.

"Al, you really like to make the best use of everything, and then...give these children a few cups of sober tea."

"Hey!"

Zhongli picked up the tea and took a sip, exhaled lightly, looked at the drunk Yula and said.

"Could this child be yours..."

But before he could finish speaking, Elmes stopped him decisively.

"Master, when you are old, don't make random guesses. There won't be such a boring relationship like a female novel. It's just helping your younger generation."

Picking up the tea and taking a sip, Elmes pulled the corner of Noelle's mouth with his chopsticks to make a smile, and took out the phone in his arms with the recording turned on full of mischief.

He just used this to record Noelle's embarrassing drunken voice.

Find a chance to show it in front of her in the future, the expression will definitely be very interesting.

After the two women became drunk, Elmes' voice suddenly let go. If you observe carefully, even your attitude has changed from usual to other people.

The Valkyrie in front of him was one of the few people he could communicate with with peace of mind.

Zhongli's diamond-shaped pupils suddenly emitted a dazzling golden light, he put his hand on his chin and said while still looking at Yula.

"What is that [vacancy] in her brain?"

Looking at this overly curious elder, it was Elmes' turn to sigh helplessly. He supported his head with his left palm, and after thinking about it, he still told the truth.

"It's Ms. Alice's potion."

Zhong Li's eyes widened slightly, and he nodded in understanding.

He had visited the entire Liyue with Alice in the past, and he had a deep impression on that eccentric elf lady.

The judgment of evaluation and danger is also infinitely close to the level of a demon god.

Elmes seldom turned his head away so that no one could see his expression clearly, and said cheerfully in the same frivolous tone that remained unchanged.

"The situation at that time, it really makes people not want to recall it. In short, it was my trouble... Then, and then it happened."

Although he skipped all the middle part lightly, Zhongli, who knew the other party was carrying him, had already guessed the whole story pretty well.

He was silent for a moment, then continued speaking.

"Her eyes have good faith and persistence, but they are also full of contradictions and hesitation."

"That's why she is the God's Eye of the ice attribute~~ A good person must live as a bad person. This guy has had a hard time walking along the way."

"Do you have a deep understanding?"

"My situation and personality are different from hers, and my attitude is also different. Compared with me, she has no right to choose those contradictions. But if there is no empathy... that must be false Yes."

Elmes took a few rubber bands and tied various braids on the short hair of the other party, as if countless memories were scattered in his eyes.

The taste of warm moon pie;

The majestic shape of the sky filled with stars;

A hundred times of vengeance from embarrassment to anger.

These memories are now exclusive to him alone.

But also never forget.