Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

The Moon-Chasing Festival is here again. On the eve of this day of family reunion, the moon is already very round, except for a faint flaw that is invisible to the naked eye.

Under the shining moon and frost, a young man pushed the door and walked out of a wooden house. He was holding a broom in his hand, sweeping the threshold.

This was also the last place he needed to clean in the house today.

The boy leaned the broom against the door and went outside to wash the handle in the bucket. He wiped his sweat and muttered to himself, "It's the Moon Festival. He should be back soon, right?"

Su Ping was talking about Jiang Youyi, of course. She hadn't returned for several months since she said she was going to work in a branch factory.

Normally, there would be at least one day off during holidays. Su Ping thought that Jiang Youyi might come back tomorrow, so he came to clean up.

But in fact, he came to clean not only today, he basically comes to clean once every ten days. Today he added water and cleaned it again.

Although Jiang Youyi said that there was no need to clean too often, she could say that, but Su Ping could not think or do that.

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As every household in Liyue is prepared, the Moon-Chasing Festival slowly approaches, bringing with it the bright full moon and the hope that families on earth can be reunited.

Early this morning, Su Ping ran into Xiao Cui at the doorstep of his home. She brought a box of exquisite snacks and said it was a gift for him.

Su Ping scratched his head, accepted the gift, thanked him, and then couldn't help but teasing: "Sister Xiao Cui, I just run a snack stall. Are you trying to help my peers gain more arrogance?"

"Why? Don't you like it?" Xiao Cui could tell it was a joke and smiled slightly, "Then give it back to sister, how about that?"

"That won't work. Sister Xiao Cui, you only come back a few times a year and we don't have a chance to see each other. We finally met today, how can we miss it!" Su Ping said with a leisurely smile.

Xiao Cui looked at the boy and smiled faintly: "Yes, it's been almost a year since I last saw him. He has jumped taller than me. He has grown up so fast."

As she spoke, she spread out her palms and gestured back and forth above the two people's heads. She was indeed a few centimeters shorter than Su Ping now.

Su Ping crossed his arms in front of him and said proudly, "Then please come back more often in the future. I can afford it!"

"How can a brother support his sister? I am not without hands and feet. When you want to find a wife, I will give you a dowry!"

"I should be the one giving you a dowry. Besides, I'm still far away. You're in your prime now, and it's about time you find someone."

Xiao Cui closed her eyes slightly, "It sounds like you think I'm too old, right?"

"No, no." Su Ping shook his head and denied it repeatedly.

After all this, the two siblings who are not related by blood are better than real relatives. They smile at each other, and the years are peaceful and quiet.

As they talked, the sun began to rise and slowly climbed up, and every household finally opened their doors and windows.

The two people who had just met at the door of their house changed from standing to sitting, and continued to talk at the dining table at the door of their house.

"Aren't you planning to set up a stall today?" Xiao Cui glanced at the sky. Normally, the snack street should be bustling at this time.

Su Ping nodded and said, "During the holidays, you can make a lot of money, but at home... I want to stay at home."

"Oh, little boy, are you still so homesick?"

"Sister Xiao Cui, are you making fun of me?"

"No, I think it's good this way. No matter where you go, you have to go home in the end, otherwise it won't be complete."

Su Ping gave her a thumbs up and praised her, "Sister Xiao Cui is very knowledgeable and speaks the truth of life!"

"Really?" Xiao Cui touched her cheek, feeling a little embarrassed. After all, the person in front of her was a student of Confucius, while she was just a country girl who had not received much education.

"If I say yes, then of course there is. Even if you don't believe me, you have to believe the private school!" Su Ping laughed.

"I believe you, I believe you." Xiao Cui smiled helplessly. The redness on her face had not completely disappeared. Combined with the sunshine and smile, she looked as warm as the sun.

After that, Xiao Cui was silent for a moment, propped up her chin with one hand, and asked, "Xiao Ping, do you have a girl you like now? What does she look like? Where is she from? How is her family?"

Su Ping was stunned for a moment, then spread his hands and said, "No, none at all!"

"Eh." Xiao Cui seemed to be surprised by this answer. She was slightly stunned, and then her expression became more serious. "I'm serious. Really?"

"Really not." Su Ping shook his head, his smile full of helplessness.

Xiao Cui hesitated for a while and asked, "Is it because of You Yi that you don't get in touch with other girls and don't have a girl you like?"

"No." Su Ping still shook his head and explained: "I'm only twelve, it's too early to talk about this, and I basically open and close the stall every day, who would look up to me!"

"Don't say that. Our Xiaoping is still very lovable. I never get tired of looking at that little face from before." Xiao Cui's eyes were filled with nostalgia, and she gently twisted her empty hand, as if she could feel the softness of that time.

Su Ping's mouth twitched, and he blinked his eyes. He suddenly felt a chill. If the past events in the village were unbearable to recall, this incident was probably the first to be destroyed by him.

What followed was Xiao Cui's clear laughter like a silver bell, because she could see that even now, her brother still resisted being rubbed on the face by her.

Whenever she thought of the baby who was so petite and unable to resist her "ravage", she couldn't stop missing him. However, Xiao Cui looked at her brother who was taller than her and felt that he was not bad.

People change, and no matter how much you miss them, you can never go back to the way they were before, just like the little girl who was taken away by her father and has never returned, and the mother who went to another world alone after being plagued by illness.

Some of them will never come back, some may come back, but no one knows when, or maybe... God knows.

"Ahem, Sister Xiao Cui." Su Ping reminded her in a low voice, then stood up and shouted with a smile: "Aunt Zhang!"

"Hey." Aunt Zhang, holding a pot in her hand, answered from the door of her house, and then walked towards the door of Su Ping's house not far away.

Before they even got there, Aunt Zhang, in her village woman's unique voice, blurted out, "Girl, you've grown up, why don't you go home first and come here to disturb the little prodigy!"

"Mom." Xiao Cui turned around and looked at the middle-aged woman who was walking over. She waved and asked, "What do you want to eat in the morning?"

"Do you still want to eat?" Aunt Zhang rolled her eyes at her and put the small cooking pot on the table covered with banana leaves.

"Mom can't cook anything else in the morning except porridge, noodles, dumplings and steamed buns. Is that okay for you?" Aunt Zhang put her hands on her waist and spoke in a loud voice. Looking at her posture, she really had a tough vibe.

"Hehehe, I'll eat whatever mom cooks." Xiao Cui grinned, looking very proud.

Su Ping lowered his head as he watched, then quickly raised it again. He didn't want the mother and daughter, whom he hadn't seen for almost a year, to be in a bad mood because of him.

However, although Aunt Zhang has a carefree personality and a loud voice, she is a woman who has lived half her life after all. Of course, she can see the changes in the boy next to her, so she stopped flirting with her daughter.

She knew what the boy was thinking, and also knew the situation in his family, so when she came over just now, she had restrained her voice, otherwise her voice would have been heard by more than a dozen households.

After Su Ping asked Aunt Zhang to sit down, he went ahead to fetch the bowls and chopsticks, and before the mother and daughter could, he served three bowls of noodle soup with chopped green onions on top.

Eating noodles on the Moon Festival is not a tradition in their family. It’s just that Aunt Zhang happened to want to make noodles in the morning, so they just ate noodles. There wasn’t so many metaphors or meanings.

"You little prodigy are so nimble. I've been in charge of the kitchen for so many years, but I've never been faster than you!" Aunt Zhang said with a leisurely smile, holding the bowl of noodles in one hand.

Su Ping was in a similar situation. He grinned and said, "How dare I accept that? Aunt, you have so many years of experience, I can't even compare to you. Today is a holiday, you are the elder, just take a rest. If there is anything, I will come!"

"That won't do. You've already added so many things to your uncle and me, how can we let you do the work again? Xiao Cui is back now and she's free anyway, so let her do it! If it doesn't work, let me do it!" Aunt Zhang said sincerely.

Xiao Cui nodded and responded: "No problem, I'll do it."

Su Ping knew that the other party was serious this time, so he argued a few more times and took on more of the work. This back and forth made people laugh and cry.

"Hey, you aunt and nephew, mother and daughter, brothers and sisters, stop fighting. It's just a table of dishes. Otherwise, I'll do it!"

A deep male voice sounded in the ears of the three people. Needless to say, the owner of this voice was naturally Uncle Zhang.

Only this voice can make people feel that it can surpass Aunt Zhang's voice, and only that physique can make people feel that it can suppress the fierce Aunt Zhang.

However, after these words were spoken, the three people at the table who originally held their own opinions all shook their heads and denied it.

"No, you won't wait for me here, right? Why can't you do it here?" Uncle Zhang crossed his arms over his chest, and the rough man showed a gentle smile, which was not out of place.

"Before, he said he would cook, but he ended up burning through the pot. The year before last, he cooked sweet noodle soup, but it turned out to be too salty and bitter. And last year..." Aunt Zhang counted on her fingers, listing all the things Uncle Zhang had done, and there seemed to be disgust in her words.

Uncle Zhang quickly reached out and covered his wife's mouth with his hand, and said with an embarrassed look: "Okay, don't say anything, don't say anything, I'll just leave it to you!"

"Wouldn't it have been better earlier?" Aunt Zhang rolled her eyes at him, then looked at her daughter and Su Ping who were laughing secretly with their hands covering their mouths, and said earnestly: "Don't learn from him in the future, don't learn from him, ah!"

The two of them could only nod in response to Aunt Zhang's teachings, indicating that they had remembered them.

Uncle Zhang ignored all this and looked at Su Yue who walked out of the door with a cane. He hurried over and said, "Don't move, Su boy. Call someone if you need anything!"

Su Ping also stood up, moved a stool into the house, put it next to the table, and then added two sets of bowls and chopsticks.

There was a table with five people sitting around it. They were neighbors. People always say that blood is thicker than water, but it seemed that was not the case for them.

Perhaps the closeness of three generations of grandparents and grandchildren is better than the blood relationship from nowhere. The grandfather is Su Ping's grandfather, and the grandson is Su Ping.

Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang have seen it all, three generations ago.