Archive of Our Own

Deep into Feiyun Slope, in the corner of the boulevard's second floor, there lies a library and bookstore called Wanwen. There aren't many customers in Wanwen for two reasons: its isolated location and its neighbor is a funeral parlor. Even so, to its patrons, Wanwen is basically a haven. It is quiet and peaceful, perfect for escaping the city's busy life. Venti should agree, for he always stops by during his stay in Liyue.

Venti is a traveling photographer. His employers range from fashion firms to nature magazines. This time, his client is the Fontaine Art Museum and Gallery. They plan to host an exhibition in three months about The Beauty and Spirit of Teyvat. Venti, unfortunately, got assigned to Liyue. He has hoped for Mondstadt since he hails from there, but alas, once the organizer decides on something, it is hard to sway her decision.

So Venti takes his initial checks, packs his bag to Liyue, and proceeds to takes his pictures. Except, the last part is not going well.

It has been two weeks since he loiters the streets of Liyue, yet no inspiration strikes him. What makes it worse is that it isn't due to a lack of it. There are plenty of subjects in every corner of Liyue. From the workers on the docks to the family enjoying the lotus pond near the Bubu Pharmacy. Still, Venti feels like something is missing in his photos. He feels like he hasn't caught the essence of Liyue, though his manager begs to differ.

Thankfully, his manager helps to stir him in the right direction. She suggests looking into Liyue's rich history, and what better place to do it than to go to a library?

That is the story of how he ends up visiting Wanwen every day. Does it help with his slump? Not really. At least he knows how to care for a teapot a la Liyue properly. Does it help with his mood? Hell yes. How? Because the librarian is cute as hell.

Venti knows better than to blame a stranger for his procrastination, but a man that beautiful should not belong in this world. First, the way his vest hugs his tight body like a second skin should be illegal. Second, the way his long slender fingers flips the pages of the book he's reading should also be illegal. Third, the way his amber eyes lit up behind those glasses when someone talks to him about books should definitely be illegal.

Venti slaps himself. Shame on him! Shame!

He should be reading this book about ... ink-washed painting? Some of the words are covered by the library's label with long-ass numbers on it. What is it all about?

Man, his search for inspiration has led him astray. Venti leans back on his chair and lets out a long sigh. At this point, he's going to miss his deadline next month. His manager is going to be mad, and the museum is going to fire him. Then it will ruin his professional reputation, and his career as a photographer will be over! And then he has to go back to nine-to-five jobs and deal with annoying supervisors!

("Stop being dramatic, Venti." His manager in his head says. "If you think nine-to-five jobs are a nightmare, then look at me, who has to take care of you 24 hours a day."

"Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry, ma'am." Venti bows in apology to the imaginary manager).

His ears perk up when he hears the radio plays slow music. Ah, it must be almost evening then. The librarian always plays slow, soothing music around this time. Venti thinks it's because more people usually come in after work hours to destress, or the librarian enjoys old Liyuean music.

Venti starts to blink slowly. Oh no, he mustn't fall asleep again! It's a miracle he hasn't get caught the last five times. But his eyes are so heavy. The breeze feels nice on his face, and the people walking from his window are lulling him to sleep.

The thick book falls on Venti's head. With that, he departs into the dreamland.

There is a new patron in Wanwen Bookhouse and Library.

He starts coming around a week ago. At first, Zhongli thinks he is just a curious tourist. But he keeps coming back and drowns in more books every day. Perhaps he is a new student from a local college? But in the middle of Lantern Rite Holiday?

What attracts Zhongli's attention to him is his selection of books. He reads many genres—from architecture, arts, and history—and those books are thick. How he manages to finish several books in a day is beyond Zhongli. But perhaps that explains why the stranger always looks like a zombie by the end of the day.

Zhongli pities him. What research makes him this desperate? Maybe he should help him. His knowledge of this library's collection could be of assistance. The problem is he isn't good with strangers. He isn't good with small talks, and he knows his tendencies to ramble about unimportant things could be annoying to some people. And what if he's sticking his nose to where he doesn't belong?

But, this could be a good opportunity for Zhongli. If he's lucky, they could be friends since the stranger seems kind. If not, well, Boss Jifang already gives her permission to ban customers from the shop.

Besides, Zhongli has to admit that the stranger is cute. It's a breath of fresh air because his companies are usually elders.

He snaps from his thoughts when he hears a loud thud. Ah, the stranger has fallen asleep again. Zhongli gives the other patrons an apologetic look. He then walks towards the stranger's table, takes his book, and helps him move to a more comfortable position.

That should be okay, right? The stranger will strain his neck if he falls asleep like that again.

"Is he your friend?" One of his patrons asks when checking out a book. Zhongli shakes his head.

"Ah, I thought he was. You seem to be the type that will be strict in enforcing the rules." The older man explains.

Zhongli glances at the rules board behind his counter. "Well, there is nothing that forbids him from sleeping. Also, he doesn't disturb other guests."

"And the thermostat? Is there a need to raise it?"

"It would be beneficial to the other patrons here since it is getting cold."

The man barks his laughter, earning a chorus of 'hush!' from the other patrons. "Alright, I'll stop teasing you. I hope you'll get to befriend him!"

Zhongli nods. Yes, it is customary to be courteous to a potential friend, right? Zhongli never befriends a complete stranger. He became close to his other friends because they were in the same classes during college. It was a given since they saw each other a lot.

This whole friendship thing is hard, and he hasn't even talked to the guy yet.

Time passes, and one by one, his patrons begin to bid him goodbye. Without him realizing it, it is already an hour before closing time. No matter how content the stranger seems, he has to get home. What if he has to catch a bus? The last one is still in another hour, sure, but it will be cutting it too close.

Okay, so wake him up. Simple, right? Except when Zhongli leans closer, the stranger opens his eyes.

Teal eyes meet amber ones. They both slowly blink before the stranger screams and proceeds to headbutt his face in surprise.

That ... is some awakening.

Oh Archons, Venti must be the stupidest person in the world! This is the reason why the head sister from the church back home hates his guts!

It was his fault for sleeping in the library in the first place. The poor librarian must be waking him up, and he headbutts him instead! To be fair, he is surprised that the shining golden orbs that he has been eyeing from afar are that close to his face. Thankfully the library seems to be empty because Venti is losing his shit, and he knows he will not be able to hold his voice.

"I'm okay," the librarian tries to reassure him, though he fails because there is blood gushing from his hand that holds his face.

"Your nose is bleeding!" Venti quickly whips up his handkerchief. "Hold your nose with this. Lean down and breath through your mouth slowly."

Venti helps the librarian to sit on a chair and guides his breath slowly. Thankfully, the nosebleed stops in a short while.

"Thank you." The librarian says. "You seem to know your way around this."

"When you're stuck in Sumeru's rainforest for months, you learn to deal with things like this." Venti sighs. "I'm Venti, in case you need a name to sue."

"Don't worry, it's my fault, to begin with." The librarian shoots a small smile. Uh oh, that smile is doing something that is not good for his heart. "My name is Zhongli, and I'm the librarian. But you already know that."

So Venti has a name and knows he has a sense of humor. This is really not good for his heart.

Venti eyes to the ground and spots a book with a grey covering ... and blood? "Ah, it got to your book!" Venti exclaims. "I'll wipe it! Can I have some tissues from the counter?"

Zhongli nods as Venti gets to work. He sighs in relief when the blood quickly gets off the book. Venti recognizes Zhongli reads this book a lot during his visit here. The cover has Rivers and Mountains written in cursive. Huh, it must be some exciting book if he keeps on reading for days.

"It's a poetry book," Zhongli comments suddenly. "Ah, sorry. I thought you might be interested in it, knowing the books you read."

"You notice?"

"Of course. As the librarian, I have to keep tabs on them."

Well, that's true. Venti feels stupid for asking him.

Venti then opens the book. There are various ink-wash landscape paintings, ranging from rivers to mountains and seasides. All of them are accompanied by short poetry that is written in Liyuean characters. Thankfully, the book explains the poem in Common, so Venti still has some idea about it.

To combine pictures and poetry, huh? Interesting. It certainly tickles his creative side of the brain.

"Do you have other books like this? Can you tell me more about them?"

Those beautiful amber eyes shine in earnest. Venti almost has a heart attack because that is so adorable. "Yes! We have several. That genre of poetry is called Shanshui, and it's prevalent in—"

Venti is a kind person.

Most people will pretend to pay attention to his rambling, but not him. He listens to his rambles intently and even gives out his thought. Apparently, it reminds him of something called photopoetry. That photography style becomes popular because of the collaboration between a Mondstadter photographer and a Liyuean poet named Vermeer and Qingzhou. Zhongli makes a mental note to purchase their book for the library's collection.

The conversation topic then evolves into their homeland, occupation, and random things like Third Round Knockout's shady owner. Venti, who is quite the connoisseur, complains that the owner has been serving fake Dandelion Wine, Dawn Winery's product from Mondstadt, whose owner is a good friend of Venti. Venti involves a lot of people in his stories, a direct contrast to himself. Zhongli supposes it's a given since his occupation demands him to meet a lot of people.

All in all, it is a pleasant experience. Too pleasant in fact that the long walk to the bus station feels too short.

"You can take bus route 15, and it'll take you straight to Wangshu Inn. Don't forget to fill your bus pass with e-mora."

"Okie Dokie!" Venti salutes him. "Thanks for walking me, even though you don't have to."

"Consider it an apology for startling you. Besides, I enjoy it."

Venti replies with a sheepish laugh. Zhongli wishes there are more lights in the station so he can see Venti's expression better. Does he frown when he laughs? Does he close his eyes or not? Do his cheeks turn a shade of red?

Venti then hums a familiar tune as they wait for their bus to arrive. Ah, this is one of the songs he likes to play in the library. Zhongli tries to suppress his laugh. So, Venti has this kind of quirk. The more he knows.

A bus arrives not long after, and people rush to board it. Venti nudges Zhongli to notify him, but Zhongli shakes his head.

"Your bus is the one after this. That one is going to the Lisha district."

"Ah ...," Venti nods in understanding. "I wish the buses are color-coded. That way, we can remember it easier. It's ridiculous that only the route map are color-coded!"

"Are the buses in Mondstadt like that?"

"Nope! None of the buses in Teyvat are like that, which is bullshit in my opinion!"

So, Venti is also a passionate person. Zhongli duly notes.

"If I may know," Zhongli says, "why do you reside in Wangshu Inn? It's far from the city. Surely your employer could pay for the more expensive inn in the city?"

Venti looks at him like it is the most ridiculous question ever.

"For the view, obviously."

"The view? But there are only marshes along the way?"

"To you who have lived here for a long time, maybe. But for me, it's a photo waiting to be captured."

Venti turns at him, laughing. His brows frown, and his cheeks have a soft shade of red. Ah, so that's how he looks like when laughing. That is cute. Zhongli would like to see it some more.

"That would be a cool answer if I actually do that." The Mondstadter sighs. "I thought I could have more inspiration if I take a long route everyday. But like I told you, I'm currently stuck."

"Then why don't you—" just take several photos and hope for the best?

Zhongli covers his mouth. He can't believe he even thinks of that. Suggesting that would be an insult to Venti. For an artist, their pride lies in the message they are trying to convey in their art. He should have known better.

Unaware of Zhongli's inner struggle, Venti continues to talk. "I was thinking maybe I should get out more since my research is going nowhere. But I have no idea where to begin."

The bells in Zhongli's head start ringing.

"I can help."

"Huh?"

"Though I can't do it every day because of my shift in the library. How about every weekend? I can afford to take several days off."

This is a perfect opportunity. Boss Jifang has been begging him to take off-days before the current term ends, too, lest it complicates the HR department.

"I can't trouble you more—"

"I know Liyue like the back of my hand, and I am well-versed in Liyue's history. My assistance will surely be of help. What do you think?"

Venti seems to consider his offer, which lasts for five seconds.

"Is it really okay?" Venti asks, hesitation in his voice.

"Of course, I don't mind. Besides, I like your company, and I'd like to know you more."

Venti's cheeks go redder than before. Is he too much?

Before Zhongli could ask, Venti's bus arrives and starts honking.

"Ah, that's my ride! I should go." Venti takes his bag and runs. "Oh, and Zhongli?"

Venti waves. "See you next weekend?"

Zhongli smiles and waves back.

"I look forward to it."

Is this how it feels like to successfully befriend someone? Because it feels like a bunch of flowers are blooming in his chest, and he likes it.

Venti blinks. Once. Twice. He tries to calm his excited heart to no avail. He still can't believe he gets himself a date!

Okay, stop that. He and Zhongli are not going on a date! Zhongli is just being a good samaritan like he usually is. Venti shouldn't take his kindness for granted.

Furthermore, his manager will freak out if he procrastinates more. His ears are still in recovery after being scolded all night. Not that he blames her. He comes up with a half-assed concept and a crush after a week of silence.

("I have a bet with Aether that I would like to win, so please work with me."

Venti lets out a nervous laugh. "What bet?"

"That you would be too busy mooning over hot librarian guy instead of working. While we both know Aether is right, I believe in you."

Lumine is right. Still, it hurts his pride that one of his best friends has such little faith in him.

"Don't worry. Even I know that an opportunity from there only comes once in a blue moon."

"Good, good."

"But you know how weak I am to guys in a vest."

"Venti."

"Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry, ma'am.").

Venti grips his Kamera's bag. Hopefully, something comes out after today's outing with Zhongli. Venti is at the end of his rope here.

Zhongli is already waiting for him when he exits the bus. Predictably, he is reading a book. Zhongli still wears his vest—does he only has a vest as his fashion choice?—but he switches to a white v-neck t-shirt instead of his usual long-sleeved white shirt. Venti quickly looks away because the way those clothes hug his body is dangerous, and Venti wants to keep his sanity intact.

Venti takes a deep breath. Calm down. Remember, he is here for work. So focus!

Venti trods towards Zhongli and waves his hand on his face. "Hi. Did you wait long?"

"Hello, Venti." Zhongli immediately closes his book and walks toward his new friend. "Don't worry. I have something to keep me company."

"A new one?" Venti asks as Zhongli shows him the book. It has a purple background with a picture of a silk flower as a cover, with the title in a yellow box. Venti tries to read the title but fails miserably due to Zhongli's hand covering it. "Another poetry book?"

"Yes. It's Ms. Linling's debut. Her poetry is ... how about I read it and let you decide?"

They both clear their throat. For Zhongli, it's to put out his best voice. For Venti, it's to calm his heart, who is ready to jump for the umpteenth time because of this man alone.

"Cats are good. Cats are great. Cats love to meow and scratch their heads.

From the two bright eyes they use to see, hateful pests can never flee!"

Zhongli looks at Venti. "Can you guess what the title is?"

"Cat?"

"Close, it's actually 'Kitty'!" Zhongli's voice goes high at the word kitty. It's adorable. "What do you think of it?"

"Can't vibe with it because I'm allergic to cats." Venti shrugs. "But if I have to describe it with one word, it's ... mundane?"

He quickly retracts. "Not that I think it's a bad thing!"

Venti expects Zhongli to frown because he disses something he likes. Instead, Zhongli only smiles brighter.

"I agree with you. Liyue poets are often too focused on writing poetically for something simple when it isn't necessary. There is beauty in simplicity." Zhongli turns to Venti. "Like you, for example."

Venti pauses his walk, trying to process his words.

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"Ah, apologize for not making it clear." Zhongli puts up the poetry book, pretending to shield himself from the sun when he is actually hiding. "What I'm trying to say is that you look great today. Your turquoise cardigan and beret compliment the rolled-up jeans well."

Okay, Venti. Breath in. Breath out. That's it. You're doing great, sweety.

"Your face is red. Are you alright, Venti?"

WELL, WHO'S FAULT IS THAT?! is what Venti would like to scream to his face. Instead, he holds it in. He needs all the energy he could muster to calm his heart. Because, what the hell is that?! He can't just casually say things like that! Venti's brain has a million analyses about Zhongli's intention, and he will not entertain any of that! What if Venti is just reading into things?

So Venti answers with, "Just surprised, is all. Thanks, though."

"You are welcome. I read that giving compliments can raise one's compatibility."

Venti is stunned. Ah, how can he miss the faint red streaks on Zhongli's face? See, Zhongli is trying his best to become his friend, and here he is thinking about inappropriate things.

How shameless.

Venti tugs Zhongli's vest, making the other man stops in his track. "Zhongli," he calls softly. "you don't have to do that if you don't want to. You only need to be yourself to be with me."

Zhongli's eyes widened before they soften.

"I will keep that in mind," he replies. "However, do note that I mean the words I said."

Venti's chest gives another squeeze. If this is going to be a recurring thing, Venti definitely will not survive their outings.

(But what Zhongli said about beauty in simplicity ... huh, maybe he can use that for his work).

Venti says not to overdo it, but Zhongli knows he has to prove himself. That is why he already compiles their weekend outings for the next several weeks. Liyue is vast and has many beautiful sceneries, but unfortunately, their time is limited. So Zhongli tries his hardest to narrow down the places that would serve his new friend's interest.

To say Venti is surprised is an understatement. But Zhongli already gives his words to help Venti, and he isn't one to break his promise.

Since the harbor is the heart of Liyue, Zhongli decides to take Venti there for the first day. Between the ships that come and go in the docks, the market that brims with life, the sidewalks that are full of flora, and the vast sea in the background, Venti will surely find a way to capture them exquisitely.

(Zhongli has to admit he has never seen Venti's work. He tries to look him up but finds nothing. It seems like Venti publishes his photos under a different pseudonym. Zhongli, however, looks up Fontaine Art Museum and Gallery. Since Venti is invited by said place, he must be one of the best in his field because the pieces displayed there are insanely good).

It saddens him that Venti ditches him as soon as they reach the docks. Not that he could blame him. Artists tend to get lost in their own little world when inspiration strikes. Though it tires him seeing Venti runs back and forth. Zhongli only hopes Venti is careful—

"AH!"

Zhongli sprints when he sees Venti stumbles forward. Thankfully, Zhongli manages to grab Venti and pulls him onto his chest on time.

"Are you alright?"

Venti opens his arms, showing a turquoise Kamera inside. "My Kamera is!"

"I'm talking about you."

Venti chuckles. "I'm fine. A bit sore, though."

Ah, Zhongli still grips Venti's shoulder. They are standing very close to each other to the point Zhongli could easily rest onto Venti's shoulder. He should let go.

He doesn't.

Venti is the one who breaks their awkward silence. "I never realized it because you wear glasses all the time, but your eyes are very golden."

And yours are a transition between cerulean and jade, akin to a vayuda gemstone. is what Zhongli thinks, but he doesn't voice it. "Thank you. Although there are times when I wish I have other colors instead of this one."

"Eh, why?"

Zhongli lets Venti go. "People of Liyue believe when Rex Lapis takes a mortal form to roam Liyue, he always has golden eyes to tell him apart."

"Are you?"

He sighs. "What do you think?"

"Then it's an honor to have a literal god give this humble photographer a tour." Venti bows ceremoniously before giving Zhongli a wink. "Anyhow, I think it's neat. Like the dragon thing over there."

There is a half-build dragon from thin cloth splatters across the Main Plaza. People are gathering around it, but the Millelith are keeping them at bay. Zhongli spots some people bearing the mark of the Yuehai Pavilion taking some notes. Ah, then it must be—

"For the Lantern Rite."

"The what?"

"The Lantern Rite is one the biggest festival in Liyue," Zhongli explains. "We celebrate it every year on the first full moon of the year to pray for peace and ward of evils. But people generally attend to enjoy the lanterns, especially the Mingxiao."

"Mingxiao?"

"It's a tradition to fly a lantern during the festival. It is believed that the lights will guide the dead back to Celestia. Also, if we write our wish in the lanterns, it will come true."

"Oh, like dandelions in Mondstadt."

"Indeed." Zhongli nods. "The small one is called Xiao Lantern. The Mingxiao is the giant lantern, usually shaped in the form of an Adeptus. I think this year they decide to depict Rex Lapis since it's the 200th anniversary of his passing."

"I see. When will it take place?"

Zhongli could tell Venti is excited. His left hand rotates the shutter vigorously. Zhongli is worried it's going to be loose.

"In around four weeks. Shall we go see the festival together?"

Venti should be excited by his proposition. Instead, he gives him an apologetic look.

"It's a bit too close to my flight to Fontaine."

"You're going back that soon?"

Both Venti and Zhongli are surprised at Zhongli's lack of attempt to be subtle.

"Well, I have to charm the patrons into accepting my photos, then writing my concepts, making sure my photos are properly printed and placed. Yada yada yada. The boring stuff, you know." Venti pouts. "Ah, I really want to go. It seems fun."

Venti slumps down, a clear disappointment on his face. Seeing Venti down makes Zhongli sad as well.

Zhongli pats Venti's head softly.

"It's a good thing the festival lasted for five days then. I'm sure we can afford a day to enjoy it." He reassures. "I'll ask the event organizers for more details so I can fit it into our schedule."

Venti grabs Zhongli's hand and gives a big grin. "Hehe, thanks, Zhongli!"

Venti is kind of odd. It's merely a simple compromise, yet he is so happy about it. Zhongli couldn't help but feel pleased as well.

"Do you want to come with me or wait here?"

"I'll wait. I think I'm going to snap a couple of photos before moving on."

What more could he take here? The only thing Zhongli thinks is interesting around here is probably the silk flowers by the pavement or colorful draperies around them. How Venti is going to turn it into a work of art is beyond him.

Well, he supposes it's no use to lament over it. "Alright. I'll be back in a minute."

Zhongli leaves, only to miss a faint sound of a shutter going off.

Zhongli takes him to a hill near the entrance gate of Liyue Harbor to end their first date weekend outing. It requires a little bit of hiking, and while Venti is used to the wilderness, it's still hard due to the lack of exercise.

The hill is a popular designated area for tourists and locals. It is packed so much they have difficulty finding a spot to sit. Also, Venti realizes most of the visitors are couples, and he could see why. The view is beautiful; to the right, you can see the sea spanning over the horizon as it reflects the light from the sun setting down. To the left, you can see Liyue Harbor, and Venti is going to bet when the lights are turned on, it's going to be a sight to behold.

Zhongli certainly knows how to charm a man. Not that it is his intention, Venti is sure.

Venti is too busy enjoying the winds that caress him, and he doesn't notice Zhongli takes a seat beside him. He hands Venti a grilled tiger fish with extra prawn, and Zhongli only has some fried radish balls.

Venti doesn't even realize he is hungry until his stomach growls when he bites his food. "Thanks," he says. "Hmm, tasty! Ah, how much is this?"

"It's my treat."

"But—"

"People seemed surprised when the vendor told me the price. Therefore there is no need for you to know."

That worries Venti more. Isn't this supposed to be street food? Are they using some kind of premium fish or something? "Do you want a bite, at least?"

"I'm alright."

"I don't mind!"

"I'm sure you do. But," Zhongli darts his eyes away in embarrassment. "I am not fond of seafood."

"Are you allergic?"

"No. I just don't like it." If looks could kill, Zhongli definitely has obliterated Venti's food to pieces. "They're too slimy for my taste."

"Isn't Liyue's dish mainly consist of seafood?"

"I rest my case."

Venti can't help but laugh in amusement. Who knows a man as sophisticated as Zhongli could be a picky eater as well, huh?

Their conversation ends with loud laughs and chatters from people around them. Even so, the moment that passes between them feels tranquil. Venti discerns Zhongli resorts to gaze at the sea. It is a sight to behold; the way the sea turns a gleaming gold as the sun sets and the sky grows warmer in color. It would make a lovely photo. Venti should snap a picture.

(Of the sea or Zhongli? Venti pretends not to know the answer).

"As I feast my eyes upon the sea, to azure water, my heart is drawn.

The oars of yon ships appear unto me like the many limbs of a gigantic prawn."

Ah, it must be from the poetry book from earlier, judging by the langue. Maybe he should borrow one from Wanwen later. It might be useful for his work. And perhaps he can impress Zhongli down the line.

Well, Venti doubts Zhongli would be impressed by him remembering a simple poem. But hey, a man can dream, right?

"I can tell you don't vibe with the poem because of the prawn."

"Nonsense. A poem enthusiast would never let personal taste get in the way of appreciation."

"Whatever you say, Mr. I-Don't-Like-Fish."

They both look at each other before laughing.

"How long have you been waiting to say that?"

"A while, admittedly." Zhongli turns to face him. "Can I ask you a question, Venti?"

"Shoot."

"How do you find today?"

The winds around them start to pick up. Venti tucks his braid as he gives his answer. "I enjoy them."

"Truly?"

"Truly." Venti tilts his head. "Why?"

"We made this arrangement to help you find subjects for your photos. Yet ...."

"Ah, you think I was faking."

"I wouldn't dare to assume."

Venti lets out a small laugh. He then scoots closer to Zhongli.

"I need you to promise me something," Venti whispers in a low voice. "What I'm about to tell you is a secret that needs to be guarded with your life."

The librarian frowns. "That seems a bit much."

"Hey! I should tell you that this profound that has been passed from one master photographer to another."

That earns a chortle from Zhongli. "I shall guard it with my life, then. You have my word."

Venti sits up straight and holds his Kamera. "You see, my friend, people tend to be bashful when they know a Kamera is pointing at them. To work around that, we pretend to do something else and," SNAP! "takes it when the moment is right."

Zhongli blinks.

"Did you ... just take my photo?"

Venti hums and shows the result. "You look great, see!"

"Delete it."

"What? No!"

"Delete. It."

"Why? Did I do a bad job? I'll have you know the way the light hits you—"

"Venti, I don't doubt your ability. But I know I don't look good in photos. It's better to spare your Kamera's memory and delete it altogether."

"Um, excuse me. But, your face is very—" Quick, Venti. Think of a word that isn't embarrassing!

Beautiful.

Alluring.

Gorgeous.

"Symmetrical."

"Symmetrical?"

"Yep. An artist's wet dream, basically."

THAT'S EVEN WORSE. Venti wants to leap into the sea below. Curse him and his over eccentric brain!!!

Well, at least Zhongli finds it funny even though he hasn't said a word since.

This is a weird way to end a first date outing between friends.

"You said Rex Lapis has been dead for 200 years, right?"

They were supposed to have their second get-together on the next day. Unfortunately, Venti got stuck in an endless cycle of meetings with his manager. Venti even has his manager talked to him to prove that he isn't lying. Truthfully, Zhongli would believe Venti even without that. One glance, and he knows Venti has been full of ideas ever since their first outing. The books he reads have certainly increased.

Zhongli is excited to find out what kind of art Venti will produce at the end of their arrangement.

"That is one morbid way to start a conversation." Zhongli comments. "But you are correct. What about it?"

So they have an impromptu one during Zhongli's break. Boss Jinfang has graciously extended his break to two hours today, and Zhongli won't waste the opportunity.

They are currently strolling around Chihu Rock. One can not visit Liyue without trying their delicacy, and there is no better place to do that than Chihu Rock, the center of Liyue's street food.

"I'm just wondering, that's all," Venti hums. "He's been dead for 200 years, yet the people of Liyue are still faithful to him. When I interact with the people here, I was always blessed in his name. Then when I look around, many arts are painted or carved in his image. It feels like his influence still persists."

"Well, he had been Liyue's archon for 3000 years. One can not simply forget 3000 years of history."

"In other countries, they would have moved on to the newly appointed archon should that happen." They both stop to greet a regular patron of Wanwen before continuing. "Eh, I don't mean to be disrespectful."

"No, no. I get your perspective. But isn't Mondstadt the same? Lord Barbatos hasn't been seen in a thousand years, yet the people still have faith in him."

"I wouldn't call it a faith per se ...," Venti sighs. "But I guess you're right. Maybe it's because he hasn't been with us since the beginning, so we're used to it? It doesn't matter for Mondstadter whether Lord Barbatos is alive or dead."

"What do you believe?"

Venti stops in his tracks, contemplating. It is meant to be a passing question, yet Venti considers it.

"It'll be nice if he still watches over Mondstadt." then he adds, "But that's boring. I hope he's enjoying life, wandering around, meeting people, drinking wine."

Zhongli raises one of his eyebrows. "Drinking wine?"

"Look, my friend. Part of Lord Barbatos' teaching is to see him however we like."

"So you see him as a drunkard?"

"As a free-spirited person! And Dandelion Wine is nice! The best wine in Teyvat!"

"Now, you're just projecting."

Venti puts out his tongue and runs away from him. How childish, Zhongli muses.

Zhongli finds Venti later in Granny Shan's stand, purchasing a kite in the shape of Rex Lapis curling up. Venti waves the kite at him as soon as he spots Zhongli with a broad smile on his face.

"Look, Zhongli! I got the last Rex Lapis kite!" He jumps around like an excitable kitten.

"Rex Lapis themed toys are popular around this time." Granny Shan chuckles. "Ah, good afternoon, Mr. Zhongli."

"Good afternoon, Granny Shan. I apologize if my friend troubles you."

"Hey!"

"It's quite alright, my dear. It delights me to see someone being energetic."

"Of course! It's been a while since I have one!" Venti exclaims. "Hey, Zhongli. Is it alright if I play with it for a while?"

Zhongli looks at his watch. There is still an hour and fifteen minutes before his break is over. "Sure. Should we move somewhere more spacious?"

Suddenly, a gust of strong wind blow towards them. Zhongli panics as Granny Shan's toys almost fly away. He wants to warn Venti to be careful but stops when he sees Venti just stands still in his place, like he belongs there.

Zhongli watches as Venti lets go of his kite and fly into the air with ease. He then closes his eyes and lets out a small hum, enjoying as the wind starts to blow more softly.

He looks content. He looks ... free.

"Is this the friend that the old man talked about?"

Ah. Of course, his patrons gossip behind his back. "He is."

"He's a good kid. A bit more free-spirited than you, but good." Granny Shan nods. "I approve."

"Thank you?" Zhongli replies, even though he doesn't understand what Granny Shan approves of.

Venti returns to his side after five minutes. He hands out the kite to Zhongli. "You can keep it."

"Why?"

"As much as I want to keep it, it'll break if I put it on my suitcase." Venti huffs. "I can't give it back to Granny Shan either since I bought it. So why don't you keep it? Consider it a keepsake from me."

Zhongli lets out a fond sigh.

"Thank you." He says. Free-spirited, indeed.

After that cool one-liner, Venti's stomach dares to grumble loudly. Agh! Can't the universe let him have his moment?!

They decide to have the infamous Zhongyuan Chop Suey from Su'Erniang's stand. Of course, Zhongli chooses the non-fish option. The area is small. It doesn't have many tables, and all of them are filled. So Venti and Zhongli are forced to sit closely side-by-side at the stand, with their knees brushing each other.

"If it were Ancient Liyue, the act of giving chop suey could be seen as an insult."

"Why?"

"Because the way it was written in the old script was also for offals and scraps." Zhongli waves his finger in the air, which Venti presumes would spell the word. "The food is originated from the commoners, but it found popularity among the nobles. Since it came from a humble origin, nobles developed a custom that giving chop suey means that the sender looks down to the recipient."

Venti hums. "You know a lot, huh."

"It's common knowledge."

"Do you know that, Ms. Su?"

"Certainly not!" Su'Erniang answers as she fries the meats. "That's the first time I've heard of it. But I trust Mr. Zhongli since he's smart. Everyone knows that!"

"I know, right!" Venti nods vigorously. "I bet if I ask about the origin of Tianshu Meat, he can answer it."

"I can, actually." Zhongli sips his tea. "Although it was hard to determine the exact year, it is believed that the dish was coined around 200 years ago by the Tianshu at the time. He was known to be an avid fisherman and meat enthusiast. He liked them so much he began to try to make a new dish. After a meticulous development, he finally had his masterpiece and had it served at the Qixing's annual meeting. The dish got popular not long after."

Venti stares as Zhongli calmly sips his tea.

"I was joking about this."

"You asked. Thus I answered." Zhongli turns and gives him a cheeky smile. Ah! How dare! And to think, Venti used to think he was cute and shy!

(Venti couldn't stop tapping around the shutter release. Ah, he wants to take Zhongli's picture so bad! But no. He has to hold one. He has to wait for that perfect moment).

"Well, this shouldn't come as a surprise. Knowing these things is a given in my field to study. I wouldn't earn my Ph.D. in history otherwise."

A silence.

"Professor Zhongli?!"

"Yes?"

"You're already a professor at this age?!"

"Yes. I can show you my diploma and work employment history from Sumeru Academia if you want."

"Oh no, I believe you." Sumeru Academia? Damn, Zhongli is one smart cookie. Venti starts to think that Zhongli is out of his reach.

"Really? Most people don't. Or if they were, they would be deplored by it."

To be honest, Venti also feels the same way. But he knows it's none of his business. Hence, he just shrugs and says. "I know you have your reasons."

That answer seems to satisfy Zhongli, judging by how he stares at Venti with tender eyes and a soft smile.

"I always fascinated with history since I was a child." Zhongli begins his story. "And I love to study, so it helps my academics a lot. Before I know it, I already had my Ph.D. I'm not their youngest graduate per se,"

"But it's still an achievement."

"Indeed." Zhongli agrees. "After that, I began teaching at Sumeru Academia while occasionally conducting my own research. It was fun, especially conversing with the students. Then suddenly it became too much."

Venti grips his Kamera. "What happened?"

"Politics happened." Zhongli tsks. "Most of my fellow professors are older than me. I take it they were not happy with my accomplishment and seek to undermine my research. I don't mind if they dislike me—but to reject my dissertation just because of a petty fight was unprofessional. So I left.

After that, I worked as a consultant. But it brought no joy since most of the people in the field were aware of my predicament. Then one day, I saw a job posting from Boss Jifang and decided to apply, and the rest was history." Zhongli takes another sip of his tea. "I still worked as a consultant sometimes, but being a librarian is what makes me happy.

What about you?" Zhongli asks. "Do you have a story to share?"

"Hmm, not that I can think of," Venti grumbles. "Ah, have I told you I used to be a singer?"

"Really?"

"Yep, when I was a teen. Did the tour and stuff."

"I see. Well, it's not surprising. You have a beautiful voice."

Sometimes Venti just wants to smack Zhongli in the face. He is the only one who could say sweet things with a straight face.

"I was happy with it for a while. I get to sing, which was my favorite thing to do. I get to travel, which was my favorite thing to do. I get to skip school, which was my favorite thing to do."

"I begin to see a pattern here." Zhongli laughs. "What happened?"

"The record became too restricting. They demanded me to keep my image in a certain way, interact with my fans in a certain way, and sing in a certain way. I can't stand it, so I just quit."

Breath in. Breath out. Thinking about it always makes his heart boils.

"Well, I got to meet my manager on my tour, and by extension, her twin. We became friends over the years. Her twin dabbled in photography, and so I decided to try it out, and here we are."

"I see. We have come a long way, haven't we."

Zhongli gives a warm smile. Seeing that, Venti couldn't help but return his sincerity as well.

"We certainly have."

It would be nice if they can enjoy this moment for a while. But Su'Erniang just has to serve their dishes now. Well, at least it looks ravishing. The way the yellow sauce smeared over the golden shade of the fried meat and fish, the chopped peppers that are spread over it, and the cucumbers that are laid out below the dish to emphasize its color is absolutely stunning.

Venti takes a photo of his dish first. He says his gratitude, bites to his dish, and—

"Why is this so salty?!"

Venti and Zhongli look at each other.

"That's just how we make it. For the few that can't take it, there's plenty who can!"

They blink at each other before staring at Su'Erniang.

"Hey, are you guys secretly mind readers or something?!" The food vendor protests. Her customers say nothing and just laugh at their little inside joke.

(Oh Archons, it was so worth it to stay up late at night memorizing Ms. Linling's entire book, with Lumine screaming in his left ear and Aether laughing in his other one).

When asked between going to a beach or a mountain, Venti picks the beach in a heartbeat. So, to Yaoguang Shoal, they go.

Since it's closer to Wangshu Inn, Zhongli decides to drive his car and picks Venti up. This makes Zhongli a little nervous due to several things. First, he hasn't driven a car in a long time, so he hopes he doesn't crash them and die. Second, it feels wrong to come empty-handed.

"It looks like a buffet in here," Venti comments as he rummages through the backseat. Since Zhongli doesn't know what snacks Venti likes, he decides to fill his backseat-turn-pantry with every snack and drink he can think of.

"I figure you'd get hungry since we're going to have a long ride."

"Isn't it only two hours drive?"

"Not counting the traffic. Today's a weekend, after all."

"Ah, you're right!"

They spend the ride in comfortable silence. Zhongli notices Venti has been humming non-stop since they left the inn. He even looks more and more excited as he scrolls through the Kamera's gallery.

Zhongli should really pay attention to the road.

Eventually, curiosity gets the better of him. "Did something good happen?"

"You can say that," Venti sing-songs. "Everything is going well; my photos are good, the gallery accepts my concept, and the poet I'm basing my works on also accepts my offer."

"A poet?"

"Ah, ah, I can't sweat the details. My contract won't allow it." Venti puts his finger on his mouth. "However, I can tell you one thing."

"What is it?"

"My flight to Fontaine is two weeks from now on!" Venti cheers. "That means I get to go to the Lantern Rite!"

"That's ... good." And it is. The news brings Zhongli so much joy, it kind of baffles him. "One can't experience authentic Liyue without going to its festival, after all."

"That's what I've been trying to say to my manager!" he whines. "We've come to a compromise that I'll be flying the next day. It's better than nothing, I suppose."

Venti pats Zhongli's shoulder several times. "I hope you don't get tired of me since I'm gonna bother you for longer!"

Zhongli huffs fondly. "Just when I thought my days are going to be peaceful again." he comments, earning a loud "Hey!" from his companion.

Thankfully, the traffic isn't bad. They arrive at the beach just before noon. It is packed as expected, but not so much that they will bump into people at every turn. Venti wastes no time ditching his shirt and dragging Zhongli around, causing the older man to stumble around the sand several times.

"Slow down, Venti. Or you'll fall again!"

"I won't! Come on! I wanna feel the wat—"

It's as if the universe is playing on them. Because yes, Venti indeed falls again like that time on their first outing. And yes, Zhongli once again ends up catching him in the nick of time and pulls him towards his chest.

"W-Woah! That was close!" Venti snuggles deeper. "Thanks, Zhongli!"

Zhongli only nods. He can't think of anything except for the fact that Venti feels so small wrapped around his arm.

They stand still in silence for a while, letting the adrenaline simmers down. Except they aren't calming down. Zhongli could feel their hearts beat in tandem, with each second louder than the prior.

"Zhongli?"

"Yes, Venti?"

"... You're hard."

WHAT. Zhongli immediately pushes Venti away.

"I was talking about your abs! Your abs! They are rock hard!" Venti squints his eyes and giggles. "Oooh, what did you think in your dirty little mind, hmm?"

"Venti."

"Yeah?"

"Kindly shut up."

So he does, which earns him an exasperated sigh from Zhongli. Venti says the weirdest things sometimes.

"Let's continue our walk, alright? Else we'll run out of subjects."

Zhongli extends his hand.

"Hold my hand, so you don't fall."

Hah, Zhongli berates himself. What was he thinking, doing something as embarrassing as that?

Venti takes his hand with no hesitation. "You have a nice body, a smart brain, and good manners." he muses. "Aren't you too good to be true, Zhongli?"

Zhongli opts not to say anything. He gently tugs Venti's hand, leading him to walk along the shore.

Their walk is peaceful. The way the waves crash their feet feels nice. They occasionally stop to take pictures or collect weirdly shaped starconches. Though they mostly spend their walk in silence, just enjoying each other's company, with the caws of seagulls as their company.

Eventually, they find themselves in a secluded area with no people around but still have beautiful scenery.

"This is a nice spot." Venti huffs. "I can take some bird-eye photo here. Added with that thing—ooh, I can already see it!"

"And how are we going to do that?"

Venti smirks.

"Pay attention, Zhongli." Venti pulls out a keychain with a teal orb encased in a golden casing with wings from his Kamera's bag. "What I'm about to show you is another trade secret that needs to be carried to the grave."

As Venti's orb glows, a strong gust of wind suddenly emerges out of nowhere and launches Venti through the air. Judging by how excited the photographer is, it seems like it isn't his first rodeo. Still, Zhongli worries, so he chases after Venti—until the water is too deep for him to follow.

Zhongli shields his vision with his hand and looks up. What he sees is something he will remember for years to come.

There are golden clouds of dust falling around Venti. Due to the sunshine, the gold dust glows akin to starlight. Behind Venti, a turquoise pair of wings unfold, keeping him afloat in the air. And with the sun is behind Venti, it looks like he is wearing a halo on his head.

"Mom, is that an angel?" Zhongli hears a child asks. He couldn't help but agree.

Later, Venti is seen putting his Kamera back into his bag. He then dispels the current that holds him and falls at high speed.

"Venti!" Zhongli shouts and raises his right hand. Several stone steles emerge from the ground. Upon seeing that, Venti summons another gush of wind to slow his fall. He lands on top of one of the steles slowly before stepping down to Zhongli's side.

"Were you worried about me?" Venti giggles. "Don't be. I have a gliding license!"

"I don't know that." Zhongli frowns. "I was worried you're going to get hurt. Please warn me next time."

"Alright, you big goof," Venti reaches his hand to pat Zhongli's shoulder. Instead, Zhongli leans his head into it.

They pass the next moment in silence. Venti strokes his face gently. It almost lulls Zhongli to sleep.

"Did you get a good picture, at least?" Zhongli whispers, barely audible. Venti nods.

After a while, Zhongli grabs Venti's hand and leads them away from the water. It doesn't feel like a good idea to discuss in the middle of the sea, where the high tide could return any time.

"So, a Geo Vision, huh?" Venti asks in an attempt to break the ice.

"Yes." Zhongli chuckles. "It's a trade secret, but it helps when I need to reach a high shelf."

"A respectable gentleman like you? Misusing his Vision? Who would have guessed?!" Venti pretends to look scandaled.

"Visions are rare nowadays, so it's easy to hide it." Zhongli muses. "What about you? Anemo Vision, huh? It suits you."

Zhongli watches as Venti's cheeks turn redder with every passing second. Adorable, he thinks. It makes Zhongli wants to tease him more, which is something he would have done if it isn't for the screeching sound of whistle rapidly go towards them.

"... Is the Millelith chasing after us?"

"It would appear so."

"Why?!"

"Remember when I told you that Vision holders are rare nowadays? Because of that, people grow wary since Vision could be used as a weapon. That's why a couple of decades ago, the Qixing put out a law that bans the use of Visions in public spaces."

"You didn't think to tell me that?!"

"I don't even know you have a Vision until ten minutes ago." Zhongli sighs. "It can't be helped, then. Can you fly two people?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Good. You'll fly us until we get to the hill over there," Zhongli points at it. "And I'll make sure we'll land safely with my Vision. We're going to escape to our car through there."

"Wait, what?!"

"We have no time!" Zhongli carries Venti in a bridal style. "Let's go, Venti."

"Wait! I'm not ready—"

"The Millelith are getting closer."

"Oh, fine! Here we go!"

Zhongli's heart beats faster. He wonders if that is because they are high up in the air, or because Venti is squeezed close to him.

When asked between going to a beach or a mountain, Venti didn't expect they would go to both locations.

He still hadn't recovered when they were on the run from the Millelith from the last time. Admittedly, Venti had been terrified. What if he went to jail? His manager would kill him for not being able to pay her! But then Boss Jifang told him the worst that could happen was the Millelith giving him a warning since he was a foreigner.

Stupid Zhongli for making him think he was going to be a criminal!

Well, this trip to Mt. Tianheng is Zhongli's apology of some sort. He promises beautiful scenery none can compare. He also promises that it will involve no hiking. Venti is skeptical about that one.

That is until he is aboard Zhongli's make-do elevator, which is a floating boulder. Granted, they have to switch every few minutes. Even so, doing that in itself is impressive in Venti's opinion since it requires endurance and proficiency. Zhongli is good at using his vision.

"Didn't you say that this is illegal?"

"I did."

"But?"

"No one saw us." Zhongli answers. "Besides, we're not harming anyone."

Venti squints his eyes. "I'm beginning to think that you aren't as upright as you make it out to be."

Zhongli only answers with a soft smile as he creates another boulder.

The librarian chooses a secluded area for their sightseeing. It is a grassy clearing with a single tree on it. From there, they can see the entire Liyue Harbor, even more than the hill they visited on their first outing—from the grand entrance, the half-lit Rex Lapis Mingxiao in the Main Plaza, the ships by the docks, to the green lush that led to the mountain. Venti stares in awe. His hands tremble as he grips on his Kamera. His brain is tickled by the various ideas that bloom inside his head.

"How is it?" Zhongli asks as he puts a picnic mat out of his bag.

"Beautiful, like you," Venti takes a deep breath. "said. The air feels nicer too."

"Are people with Anemo Vision more sensitive to air quality?"

"I can't speak for the others, but at least I am." Venti stretches his body, basking in the combination of the sun's warmth and the cool air. Ah, it's so hard to get fresh air these days. Venti must enjoy it as much as possible. "Thanks for taking me here."

"You are welcome," Zhongli says as he stands by his side. His eyes are sad, like he is reliving some memories. Venti reaches to hold Zhongli's hand, to tether him in the present and let Zhongli knows that he is here to listen. Zhongli seems to appreciate the effort, as a soft smile once again returns to his face.

"Remember my story about my struggle after I quit the Academia?"

Venti nods.

"I used to come here a lot, to think." he reminiscences. "No, I still come here when I need to be alone. If Wanwen Bookhouse and Library is where Liyue's citizens escape the city life, then for its librarian, it's Mt.Tianheng."

Ah, so this is a special place for Zhongli. Venti ... doesn't know how to process this. He guesses that means Zhongli trusts him enough to open up more, and it delights Venti so much he couldn't describe it.

Zhongli turns to him with a serious face, earning a surprise from Venti. "I trust you will carry this secret to the grave."

Venti blinks.

"Ah, is it the payback from last time?"

"Give as good as you get, as the wise man said."

Venti laughs.

Once again, they fall into a comfortable silence. It's weird how the quiet moments between them never feel awkward and are rather pleasant.

"Ah, I want a drink," Venti says abruptly.

With no cue, Zhongli already unpacks a bottle from his bag. "It's a good thing I pack one then."

"Oooh, is that a wine?"

"Better, it's Dandelion Wine. My order came through yesterday."

"Zhongli, my friend, you really know the way to a man's heart!"

They drink their merry way until the sunset. Don't worry, Venti remembers to take a picture or two. He can't miss this opportunity to snap a terrific photo for his exhibition, else Lumine will have his head.

Venti looks at Zhongli, who is illuminated by the setting sun, then to his photo on his Kamera. Ah, Venti is going to miss this.

"Zhongli?"

Zhongli snaps back when he feels a warm sensation on his cheeks. Venti is cupping his face, an apparent worry in his eyes. Behind him, the lantern vendor Venti haggles with gives them stinky eyes because they are holding the line, and it's getting long.

Venti grabs his hands and guides them away from the crowd. "Wanna go sit by the stairs at the Main Plaza?" he asks.

"Don't you want to watch the Mingxiao up close?"

"Not at the cost of you passing out," Venti argues. "We can still see it clearly from the stairs. We need to hurry, though, before it gets crowded!"

Venti tugs Zhongli to pick up the paces. Zhongli watches as the Xiao Lanterns in Venti's other hands sway away, illuminating Venti's rosy cheeks.

Thankfully, the stairs are deserted. Most people gather around the Main Plaza to watch the Mingxiao closer. Even the Millelith chooses to guard closer to participate in the festivities. Not that Zhongli could blame them—the Mingxiao is the pride and joy of Liyue. Every citizen of Liyue participates in building it one way or another, and its engineering always grows more incredible each year.

Well, it works in their favor. They get to be alone more.

After they settle nicely, Venti gives him a lantern and a marker.

"I'm sorry," Zhongli says. "I was the one who supposed to prepare this."

"Hey, it's okay. Not everyone can stand being in a crowd for hours. It's my fault for dragging you for hours."

"I enjoyed it." Zhong gives a thin smile. And he means it. Zhongli rarely goes to a festival since he gets socially drained easily. "Still, I'm the host. I'm the one who's supposed to buy you the lanterns."

"Zhongli, it's alright. You did so much for me the past month. The least I can do is buying us lanterns."

Venti goes back to his lantern. "Let's write our wish! The Mingxiao is gonna be lit soon. Ooh, what should I write? Wait, how am I supposed to fly the lantern and take a picture at the same time?!"

Zhongli chuckles. "I'll fly it for you. I promise I won't peek."

That seems to sit well with Venti. He goes back to writing a seemingly long wish. Whilst Zhongli is stumped. He isn't one to have many wishes, after all.

However, Zhongli glances at Venti. Perhaps there is something that I want.

The crowd grows louder as the countdown starts. The Rex Lapis replica slowly lit up from his eyes all the way to his tail. It then roars and starts to swirl around before flying to the sky. Zhongli watches in awe as the dragon flies around the plaza as if it were alive.

Thousands of Xiao Lanterns are then released into the night sky, painting the sky like a cluster of stars. Zhongli stands up and also flies his and Venti's lantern. Their lanterns circle around each other before joining the others.

"Beautiful," he isn't sure which of them say that.

Zhongli feels a weight on his side. Ah, Venti is leaning on him. He still watches the lanterns in the sky with fascination. Zhongli could see the lights dancing in Venti's eyes.

"I hope our wishes come true!" Venti cheerily exclaims. "I really want the exhibition to succeed!"

Zhongli hums. "You're out of luck. They say if you say it out loud, your wish won't come true."

"EH?! THAT'S NOT FAIR!"

"I'm sorry. I don't make the rules."

Zhongli fondly watches as Venti puffs up his cheeks. Ah, Zhongli is going to miss this.

Zhongli takes another day off to drive Venti to the airport. Venti tries not to read into things, but he wouldn't lie that it makes him happy.

His flight is in the early evening, but Venti decides to check-out early to spend more time with Zhongli. His new friend seems to think the same thing because he pops up at Wangshu Inn early despite them not agreeing on a set time.

They spend the day driving around Liyue, passing through places that they don't manage to visit—the terrace in Luhua Pool, Huanguang Stone Forest, and Dunyu Ruins, to name a few. Venti regrets not to try making time to see them. For now, he has to be content with Zhongli's history lessons about those places and his promise to take Venti there.

Then in a blink of an eye, several hours have passed, and they arrive at Lisha International Airport. They stand across each other, ready to see the other off before Venti goes through his check-in.

"Do you have your passport?"

"Here!"

"Do you have your ticket?"

"In my phone!"

"Your identification?"

"Here!"

"Have you separated your luggage for carry-on and check-in?"

"Of course!"

"Your Kamera?"

"Here, in the carry-on bag."

"Good."

Venti chuckles. Zhongli could be such a worrywart. Well, Venti can't blame him, considering the shenanigans they have gone through the past couple of weeks.

"It's time," Zhongli announces. "Have a safe flight, Venti. Do visit me when you're in Liyue. Also, feel free to contact my number anytime."

"As if there's a doubt about that."

Venti searches his pockets and gives Zhongli what seems to be an invitation.

"This is—"

"I'd like you to come to the exhibition." Venti cuts in. "I know it's too sudden, and you'll have to apply for a permit on short notice, which is a hassle. But I'd like you to see the work you'd helped make though you don't have to if you don't want to—"

"I'll come."

Zhongli gives a wide smile.

"I'll definitely come. You can count on it."

"Ah, okay."

They stare at each other before bursting into a short laugh.

Zhongli then pats his head in affection and pulls him into a tight hug. Venti gasps in surprise, his heart begins to beat hard. Breath in. Breath out. He hopes Zhongli doesn't hear this—he hasn't thought of an excuse yet!

"... Didn't you say you were reading about friendship compatibility or something?"

"Ah, you remembered."

Zhongli certainly underestimated Venti's simp power, not that he needs to know. "Is this something you picked up from that?"

"Hmm, I wonder."

They embrace for longer.

Venti waves. "See you next time?"

Zhongli smiles and waves back.

"I look forward to it."

Venti could feel his face getting warm even after minutes pass.

Lumine calls him as soon as he checks in. Somehow, she isn't surprised that Zhongli is ahead of her in making sure that Venti doesn't forget anything.

"I wish you could keep him longer," she said.

"He promised to go to the exhibition."

"Oooh."

"Lumine."

"What?" Venti could imagine Lumine pouts right now. "He's a nice guy. He seems to like you, and you definitely like him."

"Don't you have a bet to win with Aether?"

"Doesn't mean I can't tease you."

"You're impossible."

Lumine cackles from over the phone.

"You know I want what's best for you, right?"

"Will you share the wine you had bet with Aether, then?"

"Of course not!" Ouch. Lumine says it without hesitation too. "Venti?"

"Yeah?"

"Just think about it, okay?"

"We'll see." he sighs in exasperation. Lumine could be pushy sometimes. Venti just doesn't want to expect too much, okay!

Fontaine Art Museum and Gallery is huge. Zhongli almost got lost if it weren't for the security guard, who kindly points out that he has been reading the map upside down. Oh, the curse of an overly symmetrical building.

The building is packed with people. From what Zhongli could gather, Fontainers are mostly art aficionados. That's why The Beauty and Spirit of Teyvat exhibition is a highly anticipated event to the point you have to book a ticket via their website to enter. Zhongli is thankful that Venti had given him the ticket in advance, else he's going to be stuck queueing up for a while.

The exhibition is divided into seven rooms that converge in one big hallway. Each room displays a series of photos from the photographers assigned to a certain country. The photographers are free to interpret the theme to their liking so that each display room could differ from one another.

For example, Outlander, the photographer assigned to Mondstadt, focuses on the Windblume festival as his subject. While Childe, the photographer assigned to Snezhnaya, opts to take landscapes as his inspiration. Zhongli doesn't know Venti's style, but he guesses it's the combination of those two.

Zhongli feels nervous, somehow.

Liyue's exhibition room opens with a temporary wall made of white planks. On top of it is a giant photo of the gate of Liyue under a clear blue sky, with a man with long dark hair in a ponytail from behind standing in the middle of it. There is also a signature read as Windborne written at the bottom right. Ah, is that Venti's pseudonym?

Besides the photo is a brief description of Windborne's concept. The Legacy of Rex Lapis, it says in big, bold font. It entails the long history between Rex Lapis and Liyue, how intertwined they are even after the Archon had long passed, and his attempt to capture it. Venti also writes about his experience in Liyue and how his exploring with a friend helps him develop his concept about a what-if scenario where Rex Lapis is alive and wanders around Liyue to look at his legacy.

It sounds incredible ... if Zhongli doesn't know that it took two days of berating from Ms. Lumine for Venti to write it. Zhongli sighs fondly at the memory.

Zhongli moves to the first display. It is a photo of the Main Plaza of the Liyue Harbor on a busy morning. Ah, Venti must have taken this on the first day of their outing. Zhongli takes a look at the description beside it. Spring By The Harbor. Simple and straight to the point.

The description reads the story about this picture, though what draws Zhongli's attention is Windborne's note at the end of it.

You're going to find that my section is just me taking pictures of whatever I want. It starts. I have a friend who told me in passing that there is beauty in the simplest things, and then I just went, 'huh'. I was excited to visit the market, but I didn't expect to get inspired by it! He also introduces me to a collection of short poems by Ms. Linling, which is the exhibit's very foundation. You will see that all my photos today will be based on that, and I hope people give them a chance before writing it off, like me and this overcrowded harbor.

Zhongli makes a mental note of congratulating Ms. Linling later. But Venti's description of his friend is somehow familiar, though he couldn't place who.

The photo itself is divided into three-part; the upper one is of the colorful tapestries swaying around. The middle part is of the people bustling around the harbor, having a transaction, or simply walking around. At the edge are lines of Silk Flowers that the Qixing planted. But there is something that catches Zhongli's eyes. In the right corner of the picture is a man with long dark hair in a ponytail, presumably the same man as the one at the entrance.

Huh.

Zhongli moves to the second display. Ocean-gazing, another simple title. The photo is taken from afar. It's of the same man standing on a hill, gazing at the sea and her ships beyond. Now that the man in the photo is closer, Zhongli can see him in more detail. He wears a brown vest with a white t-shirt, similar to Zhongli's clothes on their outing.

Huh.

Then comes the third display, and it's practically a dead giveaway. The photo is taken diagonally from a low angle. Their faces aren't too visible, but it is of Su'Erniang handing out a plate of Chop Suey to Zhongli. Windborne titles it as An Ode to Chop Suey.

Huh.

Then Zhongli looks at the remaining three pictures—and all of them have Zhongli. The fourth photo, titled Ocean-gazing Yet Again, depicts the entire Yaoguang Shoal taken from above, golden dust falling from the sky, with Zhongli looking up at the camera. The fifth one is titled Mt. Tianheng, the only one taken in portrait, has Zhongli turning his back half with Mt. Tiangheng's formation standing tall as the background. The last one is titled The Streets By Night; another one taken from below has Zhongli flying two Xiao Lanterns as he gazes at the Rex Lapis lantern on the sky.

Granted, none of them as Zhongli as the focus—at least Zhongli thinks so. So why would Venti have him in his pictures? Can't he pick others who don't have him? Unless—

"Man, Venti makes our bet difficult."

Zhongli turns to the source of the complaint. There is a couple of twins—a man and a woman—standing in front of the display of Mt. Tianheng. They both have golden locks and similar in stature. The only difference is the male has long braided hair, and the woman has short hair with a flower headband.

"Isn't it obvious that I win? He did his job." the woman says.

"I don't know, Lumi. Technically, he's also busy mooning over this guy too."

"So ... a truce?"

The man holds up his right hand. "Truce."

"Ahh ... and here I was looking forward to the 25-year-old Dandelion Wine that we bet."

"You tell me."

The twins sigh at the same time.

Lumi then glances at Zhongli and perks up. She tugs at her twin, drags him to go towards Zhongli.

"You're Mr. Zhongli, right? My name is Lumine, Venti's manager." Lumine offers her hand. "I hope Venti didn't trouble you much."

"Ah, Ms. Lumine. Pleased to meet you." Zhongli shakes her hand. "Don't worry. Venti has been great."

"Oh my archons, I sure hope so!" she laughs. "This is Outlander, the photographer from Mondstadt's section."

"Call me Aether. Outlander is my pseudonym. Nice to meet you, Mr. Zhongli!"

"The pleasure is mine. Call me Zhongli, please, to both of you." Zhongli shakes Aether's hand. "I saw your exhibition. You've captured Mondstadt well."

"Haha, thank you!" Aether replies. "I got lucky because the Windblume festival happened. You should visit sometime! Venti would love to show you around—he knows Mondstadt like the back of his hand!"

"I will think about it," Zhongli says. "Speaking of Venti,"

"He's in an interview at the back," Lumine interjects. "He should be done soon. I can call him if you want."

"I don't want to bother him."

"Bother him? Hah! If anything, it's the opposite!" Aether exclaims. "Venti was beaming with excitement this past week because he got to see you!"

"Ah, I see ..." Zhongli sighs in delight. He feels a familiar feeling—like a flower blooms in his chest—a reminiscence of that night when they made their agreement. He is so glad that he isn't the only want who wants to meet again.

"Anyway, Aether and I have to meet someone," Lumine says. "But don't worry! Venti will come here as soon as he's finished."

"But, Lumi, we'll miss the dra—"

Aether shuts himself and grimaces in pain, while Lumine just gives him an innocent look.

"Don't let me keep you, then," Zhongli says, unaware of the twins' intention. "It's nice to meet the both of you."

"Likewise!"

The twins give him a wave and leave. What a lively bunch, the both of them. He could see why Venti is good friends with them.

Zhongli decides to circle Liyue's exhibition once again to immerse himself with Venti's photos. The more he looks at them, the more he admires them.

It's hard to believe if Venti takes them only with the technique he has told him. Because of the way the light hits ... the point of interest (Zhongli doesn't dare to say it's him. It feels like admitting something that could be a misunderstanding, and he doesn't know if he could bear it if it is a misunderstanding), the fluidity of the clothes that are frozen in time, some of the extreme angles, it feels like it's arranged. Not that it's a bad thing.

Perhaps this is a testament to how good of a photographer Venti is. Or he uses magic that makes his photos great, as impossible as it might be.

Speaking of magic, the next scene feels like one.

Zhongli's eyes rest at Venti, who happens to finish his conversation with a patron. Venti then glances at him and widens his eyes. He slowly approaches Zhongli, leaving the patron in confusion.

Venti stops when they are merely a step away, his eyes still locked with Zhongli's. Neither of them moves for a while as if time has frozen between them. Zhongli has one thousand things he wants to Venti, but the words get stuck in his throat. Where should he begin? A thank you? A congratulation?

"I see what you meant back then. With me being an artist's wet dream."

What about a joke?

It looks like that is the correct choice. Venti's agape quickly turns into a smile so bright it could rival the sun itself. With that, whatever tension between them is gone, and more unexplainable flowers bloom inside his chest.

Venti grows more nervous as the exhibition grows closer. He knows he is bold, using Zhongli as his model and stand-in for Rex Lapis. Even Lumine has repeatedly asked him if he is sure, and Venti answers with a confident yes every time.

Now, his confidence is chipped away with every passing day. Is he inappropriate? Even though in his eyes Zhongli is the most Liyue man to ever Liyue? Is Zhongli going to be creeped out because he takes his photo without knowing? He knows he should have asked for permission, but he's afraid he's going to lose him before his stay in Liyue expires.

Venti is glad the twins are there to keep him distracted. Well, as glad as he could be with them.

("Man, I wish I have someone who can take my candid pictures this beautiful."

"You are that person, Aeth. You're a photographer."

"Do you think doctors diagnose themselves? I think not, Lumi!").

The anxiety returns when they spot each other. Zhongli looks like he has a thousand questions to ask him. Venti wants to run away, but that would be impolite, wouldn't it? Venti is the one who invites him here, after all.

So, Venti goes over to him.

"I see what you meant back then. With me being an artist's wet dream."

But never in a million years would he imagine Zhongli referencing his joke from weeks ago as a greeting. Venti couldn't help but laugh.

"I see you're in good health if you can joke around like that."

"I can say the same about you."

They stare at each other fondly.

"I'm sorry."

They say at the same time.

"Why would you say that?"

They say at the same time, again.

Zhongli cuts in before Venti could react. "I'm sorry," he says in a sad voice. "I didn't mean to photobomb your photos."

Venti raises one of his eyebrows in confusion.

"Zhongli," Venti breaths in. "I took your photos on purpose."

"Oh." Zhongli scratches his chin lightly. "I guess I was really your wet dream."

Venti hurriedly covers Zhongli's mouth with his hands. "Waaa! Stop saying that! People will get the wrong idea without the context!"

Ironically, it is Venti's voice that draws people's attention to them. It doesn't stay long, for Venti immediately drags Zhongli out of the room.

"I should be the one who apologizes," Venti later says when they finally find a place without prying eyes. "I should have asked for your permission. I'm sorry. I promise I will pay for any compensation you ask."

"You should have, but we can talk about that later." Zhongli grimaces. "Though, I have a question, if you don't mind."

"Fire away."

"Why me?"

Venti bits his lips. He cups his face between his hands, trying to hide his warming face. However, it is futile since Venti's heartbeats practically fill the room.

"Is this one of those secrets that I have to carry to my grave?"

Venti nods.

"I promise I will not tell anyone. You have my word."

Venti knows Zhongli is a man of his words. He guesses it wouldn't hurt, to be honest. Venti could always blame Lumine for pushing him for doing this.

He looks up to Zhongli and gestures him to come closer.

"Zhongli, did you know," Venti whispers. "people tend to keep lots of photos of things they consider precious?"

"Ah, is that so?"

Venti nods again.

"Do you consider me precious because I'm an interesting art subject?"

"That, and—" Can his heartbeats get any louder? Venti could barely hear himself! "—And other personal reason."

Zhongli tilts his head. "Personal reason?

Aaah, can't this blockhead get it already!?

"Yeah. A very personal reason."

Oh Archons, he did it. Anyone could tell that it's practically a confession. If Zhongli still doesn't get it, Venti might as well run away and not meet him again for the rest of his life.

Or maybe he gets it, based on how red his face is and the loud sound that beats in tandem with Venti's heartbeat. Is he allowed to hope?

"Venti, I have something to confess to you."

Venti gulps. Could it be?!

"I trust you will carry it to the grave."

Ah, so it is one of those. Venti tries to hide his disappointment. "What is it ...?"

He trails off as Zhongli caresses his cheek. W-what is going on?!

"Did you notice there are strange numbers on the sides of Wanwen's book collection?"

Oh, those strange numbers. "What about it?"

"Those are a standardized label that all libraries on Teyvat use," Zhongli explains. "The number indicates a topic. For example, 950 would be Liyue History. Then for photography, it would be 770. Customs and folklore would be 390, and so on.

But it's ludicrous for a librarian like me." Zhongli snickers. "All these books, yet I can't figure out my feelings for you until now. And they say a book is a window to the world."

Venti leaves his mouth hanging.

"Wait! Time out!" he shouts. "Are you telling me you have the same feeling as me?!"

"I am."

"You like me?! Like like me?!"

"I do."

"Are you sure?! You said you don't even think about it until seconds ago!"

"I'm sure, Venti. You can count on it."

Venti lets out a long sigh. Oh, Archons. He needs a minute to process it all. But they seem to ignore his plea, as Zhongli quickly takes a step closer and tilts Venti's chin up.

"So, where do we go from here?"

Zhongli may sound calm, but his heartbeats and flushed face say otherwise. At this point, Venti is sure they both are going to die of embarrassment.

"... Lunch?" Venti blurts out. "Let's have lunch. I know a place 30 minutes from here. It has a great view. You'll like it. Don't worry. I'll pay!"

Zhongli lets out a fond sigh. "Alright."

"And I can show you around if you want. How long are you staying here? I'll cancel all my interview appointments if necessary!"

"Venti, slow down." Zhongli reaches Venti's hand. "I'm not going anywhere soon."

"Oh, okay."

They awkwardly stare at each other.

"So ... lunch?"

"Of course." Zhongli gives a smile so bright Venti's heart almost burst. "Lead the way."

Venti tugs Zhongli away, their hands still interlacing with each other. Things might be awkward between them now. But Venti has a good feeling about them.

He looks forward to it.

"Venti, may I ask a question?"

"Sure!"

"Do you do this often?" Zhongli circles his index finger in the air. "Taking photos of someone you fancy without their knowledge?"

"No!!!" Venti quickly denies it. If Venti's hands are not holding the silverware, he would probably flail them like an octopus. "I would never do this to anyone else! Please believe me!"

"Hahaha, alright. I believe you." Zhongli says in amusement. He is only teasing!

It will take some time before they can be truly comfortable with each other. But Zhongli has a good feeling about them.

He looks forward to it.