The Homeless Man of Teyvat

"Emperor Fuxi..."

Zhongli repeated it twice in a low voice, and inexplicably felt that this name was very heavy, as if the name itself had power, "Is this the honorific name in the original world... Was it given to you by your people?"

Chen Tianfeng's smile froze, and he shook his head and said, "No."

"Is that the recognition of you by other gods?"

"No... They usually call me 'big snake', 'crazy snake' or 'evil demon'."

Chen Tianfeng's expression was a little embarrassed. Among the many gods that had existed in the Holy Spirit World, those who had a friendly relationship with him mostly called him "big snake", those who were not too close to him used to call him "crazy snake", and the enemies gnashed their teeth and angrily denounced him as "evil demon".

Zhongli was silent for a moment, and wanted to ask what this guy had done in the original world to make the relationship between him and the gods in the original world so bad.

Chen Tianfeng coughed lightly and changed the subject, not wanting to go into details about the honorific name: "Mr. Zhongli just said that I will go to Inazuma soon. Why?"

"Because of the soul."

Zhongli no longer thought about other trivial matters, and turned his mind back to the main business, with a serious expression: "If you want to be fully resurrected, you can't bypass the soul, but no matter which world you are in, the resurrection of the soul is much more difficult than the body."

"Mr. Zhongli means... Inazuma has the opportunity to revive my soul?"

"Not a direct resurrection, but you are likely to get important information about the resurrection of the soul in Inazuma."

"Important information..."

Chen Tianfeng frowned slightly, recalling the information about Inazuma, guessing what Zhongli would be talking about.

He tapped the table with his fingers, making a "tap tap" sound, and suddenly remembered what he encountered in Mingyun Town when he and Ye Lan returned to Liyue Harbor. Chen Tianfeng stopped his fingers, looked up at Zhongli, and said thoughtfully: "Mr. Zhongli is talking about... the ground veins?"

The ground veins of Teyvat may be the key to the resurrection of the soul-he had guessed this a long time ago.

But why is it Inazuma's leyline? Couldn't Mondstadt or Liyue's leyline be used?

Chen Tianfeng pondered, and glanced at Zhongli calmly, and reasonably suspected that it was this old... mature and steady Mr. Zhongli who wanted him to leave Liyue as soon as possible, out of sight, out of mind.

He is really stingy, and has no demeanor of a god at all.

"Yes, it is the leyline."

Zhongli nodded and glanced at Chen Tianfeng. He didn't need to guess what this dead snake was muttering in his heart: "To be precise, it is Inazuma's leyline. Inazuma's leyline is very special, and it is precisely because of this specialness that I speculate that you have a chance to get important information there."

"Special?"

Chen Tianfeng raised his eyebrows slightly, noticing Zhongli's choice of words.

"Special."

"What's special about it? How special is it?"

"It's hard to say, and it can't be said."

"Who did Mr. Zhongli sign a confidentiality contract with?"

"...It has nothing to do with the contract."

"Then what can't be said?"

Chen Tianfeng was dissatisfied and deliberately provoked: "Could it be that the [specialness] of the Inazuma vein is also possessed by the Liyue vein, and Mr. Zhongli is worried that I will find out?"

"My friend misunderstood." Zhongli smiled and shook his head, saying: "But I can tell you some key points."

He paused, looked into Chen Tianfeng's eyes, and said word by word: "God Sakura Tree".

"God Sakura Tree?"

Chen Tianfeng narrowed his eyes slightly, and several guesses quickly passed through his mind, and then quickly eliminated them, leaving only a vague intuition. He looked at Zhongli and saw that the retired god was sipping tea, as if he didn't see his gaze, so he knew that he would not reveal anything more.

But Zhongli would not lie to him to leave. Inazuma must have what he needs. There is no doubt about this. It's just...

Chen Tianfeng frowned and felt a little embarrassed: "Inazuma is now in a state of isolation, right?"

General Lei Dian blocked the entire Inazuma with a thunderstorm. It's not so easy to sneak in.

"Don't worry, my friend, just leave it to me."

Zhongli put down the teacup, and his smile had a reassuring power: "In two days, a distinguished guest from Inazuma will visit Liyue. I can come forward to discuss with her and ask her to help and take you with me on the return journey."

"Distinguished guest...who?" Chen Tianfeng was curious.

"You will know when the time comes." Zhongli picked up the teapot to pour tea for Chen Tianfeng, and said in a warm voice: "Two days later, Liuli Pavilion, my friend, don't forget it."

After talking about business, the two chatted for a while, and the sky became dim unconsciously, as if it was about to rain.

Chen Tianfeng took the initiative to stand up and tried to pay the bill, but was rejected by the friendly smiling employee. For a moment, he actually felt that he was being kept by Ye Lan.

Chen Tianfeng shook his head and threw this inexplicable thought out of his mind. He wanted to go back to the courtyard with Zhongli, but the latter said that he had not yet gone to the Hall of Rebirth to report for duty today, and it was a good time to go before the rain fell.

So the two of them bowed and said goodbye. Chen Tianfeng walked a few steps towards the courtyard, looking at the gradually thickening and darkening clouds, and heard exclamations and laughter.

But a gust of wind blew, lifting the curtain of the east stall, messing up the goods of the west stall, and finally raising dust, briefly blurring the sight of merchants and tourists, and ran away with a smile.

Chen Tianfeng stopped and looked, and a smile appeared unconsciously at the corner of his lips. He suddenly wanted to walk and stroll in the streets and alleys of Liyue.

Except for a few places, it seems that every slightly wider street in Liyue can be seen with shops or stalls selling goods. The goods are different, and the stall owners have different temperaments and personalities.

Some people carefully choose the right and favorite location, buy the store, and after some renovation, put a flower basket at the door, and even lay a red carpet, which is considered to be officially open for business.

Some people push the cart and set up stalls wherever they go. Naturally, most of them have fixed routes and fixed locations. They push the cart and shout, or stop and take out a small chair from under the car to sit casually, which is also considered to be the start of business.

Some people are in front of their own door, or they make too much when rolling noodles and stewing meat, or pickle more pickles. They just put it in a basin, move it to the table in front of the door, write a reasonable price casually, and then don't pay too much attention to it, but it is also considered to be officially open for business.

Chen Tianfeng walked and looked, and occasionally bought something he was interested in.

The process of buying things is also very interesting. Sometimes while looking at the goods in his eyes, while listening to the stall owner or store owner enthusiastically introducing other things, he couldn't help but be tempted and bought many interesting but useless things.

Sometimes he saw something in his eyes from a distance and was about to buy it, but the stall owner quickly closed the stall and looked anxious to leave. Other stall owners beside him hurriedly asked the reason. The stall owner pointed to the sky and said with a sad face that he saw the good sunshine when he went out this morning, so he dried the quilt...

There are also stalls with goods neatly displayed, but there is no sign of the stall owner. After a brief inquiry, someone pointed his hand and said that the stall owner was the one watching people playing chess with relish over there.

There are all kinds of people in the world.

"Boom boom--"

"Wow--!"

The heavy rain finally came.

Chen Tianfeng hid under the eaves of the alley and stretched out his hand. His palm was soon wet by the raindrops that were willing to touch him. He glanced at the wet street with shallow "streams" gathering. He wanted to take off his shoes and socks, roll up his trouser legs, and play in the water like a child.

But it was just a thought.

Wind and rain always accompany each other. They blend together. It is hard to tell whether the wind carries the rain or the rain brings the wind. They blow on the body, the wind is cool and the rain is also cool.

Chen Tianfeng took his hand back and was about to walk into the rain when he saw a girl holding an oil-paper umbrella coming towards him from the other side of the alley.

The two saw each other at the same time and were stunned, as if they didn't expect to meet each other here.

"What a coincidence, Tianfeng."

Ying's eyes curved, holding the umbrella, smiling at the young man hiding from the rain under the eaves: "Want to join us?"

"Thank you very much."

Chen Tianfeng and Ying walked side by side, and naturally took the umbrella handle.

The shallow "stream" in the alley rippled and moved forward all the way, like a blooming flower.