Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

The Sea Lantern Festival came to an end amidst laughter.

On the first day of the first lunar month, Su Ping got a broom and a bucket at home, ready to clean the house as he did every month.

It is said that there are also some rules on this day, but Su Ping has forgotten what they are, so in order not to break the promise in his heart, he must set off.

Xiao Cui, who still needed a few days to return to work, naturally snatched the bucket from his hand, and only changed it to a broom after he had to persuade her.

After all, the weight of a water bucket is not comparable to that of a paste bucket. Of course Xiao Cui can lift it, but it is easier for Su Ping to carry it by himself.

For people working outside Liyue, the only two days they can go home are the Zhuyue Haideng Festival, unless there are births, old age, sickness or death events at home.

Xiao Cui, who had been at home for only a short time, spent the next few days with the child she had watched grow up, and she stayed with him almost all the time except when sleeping.

She watched whatever he did and helped wherever she could. She followed him wherever he went, like an old mother who was worried about her child.

That was why, when Su Ping went out one day, he was severely laughed at by several boys around seven or eight years old who were standing by the village road and wanted to be "independent".

They laughed at him for not growing up, saying that he was already a teenager but still needed people following him around, and said things like, "Shame on you."

Su Ping didn't care at all. He even wanted to say that if possible, he would rather have a few people following him throughout his life, and he would always walk ahead of them.

However, these children were not safe and sound afterwards.

Su Ping didn't care, but there were people who cared. Xiao Cui, who followed him all the time, was one of them. Her expression changed immediately.

Su Ping had no choice but to ask, "Are you guys standing here because no one cares about you?"

As expected, as soon as these words were spoken, the children scattered and ran away, shouting that no, there was someone at home.

Su Ping and Xiao Cui looked at each other, and faint smiles appeared on their faces.

"You scolded me too harshly just now."

"I didn't scold them. Besides, it's not true. If there's really no one at home, at this age, they should be thinking about how to have their next meal!"

"Yes, yes, you are a great writer, and everything you said is right."

"I am over-flattered."

"Hey, I have to go back to work in two days. Time flies."

"How about Sister Xiao Cui just come to work at my stall?"

"That won't work. There's no point in just sitting back and eating up all the money. You have to make money from other people."

When Xiao Cui said this, she was in high spirits and very decisive. Su Ping didn't care whether she understood the true meaning of the phrase "eating up all the money" and just talked about the matter.

"I have my own stall to run, and I can afford the wages. Sister Xiao Cui, are you really not coming?"

"Don't think that I don't know what you're thinking just because I haven't been to school. If I become a helper, I'll have to double the red envelopes next time during the Lantern Festival. You're just dreaming!"

"Hey, is it that obvious?"

"What do you think?"

"Okay." Su Ping was defeated, but he still wanted to save the situation. "My business is getting bigger and bigger, and it will be difficult to fight alone. Sister Xiao Cui, you have to help me when the time comes."

"When that day comes, I will definitely help you, but... I am a slow learner and I am also slow to master things. You can't..."

"Don't mind, don't mind, as long as you are willing to help!"

"I always feel like I've been cheated..."

……

Two days after work resumed in Liyue Harbor, Su Ping went to the dock east of Liyue Harbor, where a bright sun was rising over the sea.

The private school students who were about to go on study tours said their final goodbyes to their family and friends at the pier.

Zeng Xi, his wife, and their three-year-old son, who had just celebrated the Lantern Festival, were at the edge of the crowd, one of the few relatively secluded places.

"I don't know how old I will be when I return. Take care on your journey. I'm at home, so you don't have to worry."

Zeng Xi nodded, his eyes reddened, "With a wife like this, what else can a husband ask for? When I come back, I will talk to you again under the moonlight."

Her cheeks turned slightly red, and then she picked up her son with both hands. Zeng Xi's eyes suddenly smiled and she gently touched her son's head.

"Son, be good and obedient at home. Your mother has a hard time. Don't let her get angry. Otherwise, when Dad comes back and finds out, he will beat you up!"

This man, who is always polite in the eyes of many people, is now somewhat... unreasonable when treating his son.

Perhaps he knew how naughty he was when he was a child, and he also knew that when he was a child he was most afraid of his father's palms and scolding.

On the other side, Yan Ziyuan and Ran Ziyu were also saying goodbye to their respective parents. The two were elegant and handsome men, but their parents’ hair had turned half white. Their father was no longer mighty and majestic, and their mother’s beauty had faded.

On this side, there are parents and children, and on that side, there are also parents and children. There are differences, and yet there is no difference.

Su Ping stood on the stone steps, looking at the two scenes on both sides. It was as if something hidden deep in his heart was severely cut. He couldn't help but shed tears.

That’s what parting is like. Even though they know there won’t be much danger, they still can’t help crying when they see the figure going away. They can’t help themselves.

Suddenly, a gentle voice sounded from behind Su Ping. It was the founder of the private school, Confucius, or should we say Master Kong.

"Zi'an, when will you come back?" Confucius asked with a smile.

Su Ping turned around and wiped his face, then bowed with both hands in a skillful manner. He raised his head and said seriously, "When my family is stable and my father is healthy, I can explore the sea of ​​books."

Confucius did not comment, but just laughed twice, then waved his hand and left, indicating that he did not need to see him off.

After the teacher left, three fellow students noticed him and immediately came over.

"Take care, little brother." The three senior brothers held folding fans in their hands, looking graceful and elegant with fluttering sleeves, like modern gentlemen.

Su Ping was the same as them and said, "Three fellow students, take care."

Zeng Xi's eyes were still red. He glanced at his son and said softly, "Call me uncle."

Perhaps because he had never seen him before, or because there were too many people today, the little child hid behind his mother, only daring to stick his head out and weakly called out, "Uncle...Uncle."

Su Ping sighed and said with a smile: "My nephew is so well behaved!"

Yan Ziyuan and Ran Ziyou also had smiles on their faces. They watched this scene with gentle eyes and felt only warmth in their hearts.

No matter how long the farewell is, it must come to an end. The ship sailed out of the Liyue dock and headed towards the big sun, looking so majestic and magnificent.

On the shore, the crowd had begun to disperse, but some people still stopped to watch, such as Su Ping.

He stood at the edge, holding a folding fan in his hand, bowed deeply with both hands from top to bottom, then slowly stood up, turned around and left.

Today is not only his farewell day, but also the day for him to submit his new book, collect his royalties, and the annual readers' letter-writing day. He has a lot to do.

His new book is titled "If I Could Do It Again".

If I could do it all over again, would everything be different? If so, would regrets no longer exist?

I hope my life can be repeated, to the day when I didn’t leave home, I hope I can repeat it…

If only life could be like the first time we met, if only we could... start over again.

This book is his new work after he had not written for two years. He knows that his writing style has declined, but the content of the story is exactly the same as the previous book "Cold Eyes and Bitterness".

This is a book that tells a story about a protagonist whose family is poor but who has a strong father, a beautiful mother, kind neighbors, vicious distant relatives, and local tycoons who oppress the residents.

It is still a writing based on his own experiences, because he only knows this kind of writing and has only written this kind of novel.

After submitting the manuscript, signing the contract, receiving the savings and a number of envelopes, the boy put the folding fan and money back into his arms, held the letters in both hands, and strode home.

The journey is not far, but someone once carried him on his back, and he will carry others on his back in the future, generation after generation, passing on the torch and burning forever.

When he got home, his father was sitting at the doorstep, with his back against the wall, watching him walk in quietly. A smile appeared on his usually calm face.

It's like an old tree blooming and bathing in the sunshine. He who is waiting for his son to return home soon is the tree, and his son is the sun to him.

"Dad." After Su Ping put down everything, he pulled a stool and sat next to the man.

Su Yue was a little surprised and asked, "Aren't you busy today?"

"I'm not busy anymore. I'll accompany you today and go to the stall tomorrow!" Su Ping shook his head and grinned. In the eyes of some people, he was the cutest.

When Su Yue saw his son like this, he thought he had failed in business. He wanted to persuade him but couldn't find the words, and wanted to comfort him but didn't know how to start. He could only laugh with him.

The laughter died down. Su Ping took a deep breath, looked at the sky as blue as the sea and the clouds as white as snow, and said slowly: "Dad, from childhood to adulthood, it seems that no matter what I do, you support me."

"Yes, you are my son. You have been smart and educated since you were young, but my father knows nothing and only knows how to work hard to make a living..."

"But you raised me as your son. I am the only one who exists because of you. I am great, and so are you."

Su Yue was silent. This upright man could not help but lower his head and bury it in his chest, with no intention of raising it up.

This was good. Su Ping didn’t have to turn around to wipe his face. He wiped his face on the spot and said solemnly: "Dad, I’ve made up my mind. I want to be a member of the Qianyan Army!"

"Ah?" Su Yue raised his head, his eyes wide open, and stood there in a daze, with traces of tears still on his face.

"You...just now, what did you say?"

"I said I want to join the Qianyan Army and defend my country in the future. It is a great honor! Is that okay?"

"This... this is good, of course it's good!"

"As long as you agree."

"How could I not agree? My son wants to join the Thousand Rocks Army. I'm so happy! Hahahaha... You can only sign up to join the Thousand Rocks Army when you're sixteen. There are still three years to train. It's not too late!"

This time it was Su Ping's turn to be stunned. "The Qianyan Army's physical fitness test can't be that difficult!"

"It shouldn't be difficult, but you have to prepare first."

"Ok."

In this way, in order to pass the Qianyan Army's assessment, Su Ping began to train day after day.

He said that he was certainly not just talking, and he certainly didn't plan to join the Qianyan Army just to please his father.

Just imagine, among the soldiers who defend their country, from eight-year-old children to eighty-year-old men, how many men in the world don’t want to wear this military uniform?

Su Ping is a businessman who loves money and loves the suffering people even more. He is a businessman with principles, so his desire to join the Qianyan Army does not conflict with being a businessman.