Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

At the end of June, midsummer will be gone and autumn is coming, but this summer is not only rainy, but it will also be late because it is still the hottest summer.

The sun hangs high in the sky. People dare not look directly at it, but it feels like an extremely hateful sun, emitting its seemingly endless enthusiasm and embracing the world.

On the snack street, because the weather is too hot, there are much fewer pedestrians during the day. It is very rare compared to the usual deserted scene, but it is very common in this summer.

Behind the stall that was not closed yet, Su Ping sat next to a table with three bowls of iced plum soup on it. It was a seasonal specialty of his stall, cooling and refreshing.

He was not the only one sitting here. There was also Su Erniang, whose stall business had been declining due to the weather, and another person who was not a stall owner, Nan Zhangsheng.

Su Ping had not expected Nan Zhangsheng's intention to come. After all, in such weather, no one wanted to go out during the day unless it was absolutely necessary.

But the young man sitting opposite him never seemed to play by the rules and always acted unexpectedly.

"Ah!" Nan Zhangsheng took a sip of the plum soup from the porcelain bowl and quickly put it back. He couldn't help but smack his lips and said, "White porcelain plum soup in the middle of summer, the sound of broken ice hitting the wall! Su Daxueshi really knows how to do business. A bowl of iced plum soup in this horrible weather is the most refreshing!"

"Thank you for the compliment. I'm still not as good as you. You publish a book every year, which is refreshing. The stories you write are still being sung today." Su Ping shook his head and smiled, without any sarcasm on his face.

Nan Zhangsheng chuckled and said calmly, "No, no, it was just luck. I just remembered these things when I woke up, so I wrote them down. Who knows if the real person will read them?"

This sounded very much like boasting and showing off, but when it came from the mouth of the young man, it was not too annoying because he had the qualifications and the looks.

Nan Zhangsheng, who is only eleven years old, has lost some of his childishness and has become somewhat handsome, like a graceful young man or an immortal banished from the world.

Su Erniang, who had been listening to their conversation, suddenly asked, "Copied? Could it be that it was your experience in your dream, and then you wrote it into the book?"

"Correct!" Nan Zhangsheng grinned and gave a thumbs up.

Su Erniang's eyes lit up even brighter, and she said with a grin, "The words in the dream have been brought into reality for everyone to see. This is good, good..."

"Romantic?" Su Ping asked slowly.

"Yes, it's romantic. I wonder when I can have such a dream again?" Su Erniang, who is usually a bit careless, now supports her chin with both hands, looking like a real girl.

"There will always be a chance." Nan Zhangsheng smiled, and said slowly in the tone of a person who has experienced it: "As long as you persist, there is nothing you can't accomplish. Everyone has their own glory and desolation, and everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses!"

"Is there anything you are not good at?" Su Erniang raised her eyebrows slightly, her little face full of disbelief, because the other party was really too perfect, and it was hard for her to think of something that the other party could not do well.

That's true. After all, Nan Zhangsheng is handsome but not cold. He has won many praises for his several books, but he never feels complacent. He is also very sensible, considerate, and eloquent.

Ask yourself, which young girl who is just beginning to fall in love would not be dazzled by a man like this? At the very least, how many can remain indifferent and watch?

Nan Zhangsheng laughed and did not hide anything. He put his hands on the table and said frankly: "I was born with a bad body. I can't hold things with my hands. When it's serious, I even have trouble eating. What do you think I am not good at?"

"No way." Su Erniang covered her mouth with her hands, feeling very unbelievable, and asked: "Then...how did you write the book?"

The girl seemed to realize that there was something wrong with her words, and quickly explained: "I don't mean anything else, I'm just curious, if you don't want to talk about it, forget it."

"It's nothing." Nan Zhangsheng's face showed no unusual expression, as if he was talking about a normal matter, his tone was calm, "I'll read it out and ask someone to help write it down. It's not a big secret."

Su Erniang pursed her lips, looking a little unhappy. She looked at the other boy and asked, "Little brother Su, what about you?"

Su Ping was silent for a while before he said, "Are you too easily satisfied with the status quo?"

"What's wrong with this?" Su Erniang looked puzzled. Shouldn't the residents of the city just live one day at a time and be content with making as much money as possible?

"I can't walk like this for long. There were a few times when I lost all the important things!" Su Ping said these words with a smile, but he felt pain in his heart.

"Oh." Su Erniang nodded. She probably thought that the other party had lost something in childhood, such as a toy, so she didn't feel much.

People have different experiences, different growing environments, and all kinds of differences, which will lead to different ways of looking at problems. This is true for Su Ping, Su Erniang, and Nan Zhangsheng.

Nan Zhangsheng joked, "There's a saying in the book: 'Too much wisdom will lead to harm, too much love will lead to a short life.' Scholar Su has both of these. But good people are blessed by fate, so maybe the two can cancel each other out!"

"Thank you for your good words." Su Ping bowed with both hands.

Nan Zhangsheng saluted in return, but it was not quite standard.

Su Ping picked up the spoon and stirred the ice in his bowl. The sound of the broken ice hitting the wall was really tinkling, as pleasant as the sound of large and small pearls falling on a jade plate.

Following the sound, Su Ping slowly said, "Master Nan, you came here for more than just a bowl of plum soup, right?"

"Of course there's more than that." Nan Zhangsheng said with a smile, "One bowl is not enough, I want another bowl!"

“Okay.” Su Ping walked over to the stall. After all, the food was there. He couldn’t create delicious food out of thin air, or have a magical sleeve.

When he came back with the plum soup, Nan Zhangsheng spoke calmly, "This October, Wanwen Collection will hold a book club meeting. I plan to invite Mr. Su to host it together with me!"

"Just meeting with readers, chatting and signing autographs, right?" Su Ping seemed to have some impression of this in his distant memory, but it was just a great writer he saw on a small screen.

"Almost. When the time comes, book friends will also raise some issues in the book. It will be similar to the annual letters, except that it will be face-to-face communication and more vivid." Nan Zhangsheng said, but he still looked frightened.

"I just hope that they won't ask me why I'm writing so slowly and why I'm always interrupted."

Su Ping could understand Nan Zhangsheng's worries to some extent. After all, the first volume of his new book had just been released not long ago. God knows when the next volume will be released.

But he didn't do it on purpose. He just had to set up shop every day and exercise, so he couldn't spare the time and energy to write.

Therefore, he staggered the days of exercising and writing, exercising for two days and writing for one day, and repeating this cycle over and over again. Of course, setting up the stall is a daily necessity, except when the raw materials are used up, needless to say.

"So, Master Su, will you consider it?" Nan Zhangsheng looked at him in silence and asked expectantly.

Su Ping asked: "Why are you looking for me?"

"We are both popular writers. Our works are deeply rooted in people's hearts. It wouldn't be a bad idea to keep in touch with each other."

"But you write fantasy and martial arts, and I write realistic genres."

"That's perfect. Opposite writing styles and different endings can create different sparks. Come on!"

"Okay, when exactly?"

"At the end of October, I will let you know then. The location will depend on the organizer. I don't know yet."

Su Ping could only shake his head secretly after listening to this outrageous speech. It didn't sound credible that someone was looking for cooperation without even finding out the truth.

However, once promised, it must be done. Liyue emphasizes that contracts cannot be violated. Those who break their promises will be punished by eating rocks. Su Ping is also a trustworthy person.

He is a man of his word. For example, cleaning once a month is his promise.

Boom, boom!

There was a sudden thunder in the sky, and then dark clouds gathered, covering the sky above Liyue Port and the surrounding areas. A moment later, heavy rain poured down like a bucket.

The raindrops, which appeared without any gaps between them, almost bent one's back, and even had the tendency to make the ground sink a little.

Su Ping was under the shed that every stall had, and he was safe and sound. However, the rain was too heavy, and there was a sudden gust of wind, which made the rain look like slanting arrows.

In this case, the things on the stall would naturally be affected. As the stall owner, he would of course not be able to sit still and would rush to rescue those snacks that could still be preserved.

Most of the snacks sold by Su Ping melt in water. If left unattended, not only would a batch of snacks be lost, but the stall would probably have to be replaced.

While he was doing his best, Su Erniang also rushed over to help. After all, the latter's snacks were not afraid of rain, and the pot was covered, so there was nothing to be afraid of.

Box after box of cakes were carried out of the stall and placed on the table in the center of the shed, forming a small mountain that was as high as the three boys and girls when they stood up.

Nan Zhangsheng looked at the cakes that were dripping with rain but not too badly damaged, and suddenly asked, "These ones look good, what are we going to do with them later?"

"Eat some yourself. If you can't finish it, just throw it away. You can't sell it." Su Ping answered while checking the losses.

Nan Zhangsheng nodded. He didn't go to help just now because he would only make things more troublesome. It was the same at home. However, he was confident that he could handle the eating matter.

"Then I won't be polite." Nan Zhangsheng picked up the cake that he liked and put it into his mouth.

Su Ping quickly grabbed his arm, snatched the damaged cake, and pushed a box of intact cakes in front of him. "Eat these. They are fine."

"I don't mind." Nan Zhangsheng looked at the intact pastry, then glanced at Su Ping, whose expression remained unchanged. But after hearing the latter's words, he actually smiled faintly.

Not only that, he stopped thinking about the damaged cake that was taken away and ate the intact ones.

Su Ping said: "If the guests don't mind, that's their business. As a boss or host, you can't think that way."

This sentence made a lot of sense and was very much to Nan Zhangsheng's liking.