Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

The dinner ended with laughter.

Bai Shi was still not convinced. She thought that one day she would publish her own novel, which would be about love from beginning to end, and then she would see what expression that guy had on his face.

The guy she was talking about was Bai Xiao, with whom she had just been arguing at the dinner table. At this moment, the more mature girl and the boy were standing in the backyard, looking at the banana trees under the moon.

They were neither far nor close, and it was the same no matter what distance they were at. Of course, that was what the boy thought, and the girl thought so too.

The world is vast and full of uncertainties. Love at first sight may indeed exist, but the two in the yard obviously don't believe that they will meet each other, and this is indeed the case at the moment.

The moonlight shone on the girl's pretty face, adding a touch of elegance. She seemed to be thinking about something, and said slowly: "When are you going to continue writing your new book?"

"Well...it depends on the situation. I probably don't have time recently." Su Ping said truthfully. He had some ideas recently, but he didn't feel like writing because he had to make time to write every day.

This is not physical laziness, but mental laziness, which is something that most writers may have. After finishing a book, they want to relax and then they never come back, and they will never meet again in the literary world.

Having the will but not the energy probably refers to this situation. You want to write in your heart, but you don’t really want to start writing. You always feel like something is missing and you need to wait a little longer.

Su Ping didn't know what he was waiting for. Anyway, when the time came and he wanted to start writing, he would definitely continue writing the story.

Bai Xiao didn't expect that his words would trigger so many thoughts in the other party. He simply listened to it, nodded and smiled, "It is a great virtue to admit one's mistakes and correct them. When you finish writing the first manuscript, please lend it to me for a look!"

Su Ping smiled helplessly and said, "Is this what they call, read it as soon as it's written, original flavor without deletions?"

"Right, there aren't many opportunities like this for readers, so you agreed?"

"It's nothing, just watch it if you want."

……

The next day, Su Ping went to Wanwen Collection, picked out a few books by Nan Zhangsheng and bought them. He spent some time with the father of senior sister Ji Fang, who insisted on not taking money, and then paid and left.

He selected three books from each work, one opening chapter, one most popular volume, and the rest of the middle and lower volumes, which basically covers the other party's works.

Then he hurried back to check the shop. During the short break at noon, he picked up one of the books and opened it. After just one glance, he was stunned.

Because of the words, such as "God, space, National Astronomical Administration", etc., the world in front of him seemed to be that side, not the continent of Teyvat.

But he was clearly in Teyvat. With this question hidden in his heart for a long time, Su Ping continued to read on, and became more and more certain that his doubts were correct.

"If Nan Zhangsheng didn't travel from there, then it could only be that he really dreamed about it. But no matter which one it is, he saw the existence of the real world over there."

Su Ping murmured to himself, but after spending a few years together, he could see that the other party was a kind person, and he should be fine even if he revealed his identity.

But the worst outcome is undoubtedly that the other party has been pretending until today, but to be able to pretend to that extent, this person is really terrifying.

Su Ping stared at the words in the book in his hand with bright eyes, turning page after page. He didn't know what he was thinking. Maybe he was nervous about the meeting tomorrow, so his hands shook and he dropped the book on the ground.

He bent down to pick it up, then sighed slightly, thinking: "I hope it's not fake. It would be nice to meet someone from the other world in this world..."

Another day passed, and the day of the readers' meeting arrived. Su Ping got up much earlier than usual and hurried to the kitchen to prepare today's cakes.

Except for those that can be preserved for a long time, all the cakes in the shop are made on the same day. This is the principle and credit of the merchant, and Su Ping will not make mistakes in this regard.

When the pastries were almost ready and he moved them all into the shop to arrange them on plates, it was the time when Ningguang, the owner of the grocery store, usually got up.

When Su Ping finished arranging the cakes and returned to the second floor of the grocery store, Ningguang was sitting next to a square table with two meat patties on it. They were Mora meat.

Ningguang smiled brightly when she saw the boy. "If you are in a hurry, take it with you on the way. If you are not in a hurry, just sit down."

Su Ping put the tray in the sink, then sat on the chair. Looking at the golden meat pie, he couldn't help but praise from the bottom of his heart: "Miss Ningguang's cooking skills are great!"

"Thank you for the compliment. This is one of the few dishes I cook relatively well. I call it Qiankun Mora Meat. Those who eat it will have a lot of money and their wishes will come true!"

"I accept your good words."

"If you don't eat it now, it will get cold. Although it's not inedible when cold, it's still more fragrant and tastes best when it's hot." Ningguang seemed to recall the past and spoke freely.

Su Ping naturally knew that the Mora meat should be eaten hot, so he picked up one and took a bite. The skin was moderately soft and hard, chewy but not too chewy. The meat filling was chopped evenly, and the seasoning seemed to be unusual, but he didn't ask.

It is a common practice for many workers to eat a bite of meat-filled Mora meat pie early in the morning. It is inexpensive, of good quality, and large in quantity, so how can it not be popular?

Su Ping finished the meat pie in three or two bites just like he did a long time ago, but this time he didn't have to choke because no one wanted the other meat pie in his hand, and also because he was older after all.

Ningguang looked at him who had finished eating so quickly, propped up her chin with one hand, and said with a faint smile: "You can eat the rest too, don't waste it."

"Don't you want to eat?" Su Ping asked.

Ningguang smiled even more and said, "The Mora meat is almost cold. How can I, the cook, not eat it? If it's not enough, there are still a few in the oven. Just leave three for them."

"No, two is enough." Su Ping ate another one, then prepared to go to the scene to take a look, and then stood up to say goodbye.

Ningguang also stood up and prepared to open the door. Since Baiwen was almost awake, she opened the door and cleaned up at this time so that she could do business later.

The door of the grocery store was pushed open by two people today, one on each side, one opened the door and stood inside, while the other opened the door and walked outside.

If the young girl upstairs who is still half asleep saw this, she would inevitably make up some earth-shattering, god-shattering words of love.

As for the rest of the people present, they listened in silence, of course, feeling helpless or rolling their eyes, because listening does not mean agreement, it is just the most basic respect for others.

The sky was filled with white clouds and the weather was clear, as if the situation was very good. Su Ping also hoped that today would be just as good, rather than being full of arguments like the day before.

Nan Zhangsheng was already standing in front of the Wanwen Collection Hall, watching the constant coming and going. Finally, he saw the figure he was waiting for, and smiled softly, "Master Su, I haven't seen you for a long time. I hope you are well."

"Long time no see." Su Ping replied.

Although it is only two or three months, it is actually quite a long time. For some people, it may be enough to decide their lifelong event.

Afterwards, Nan Zhangsheng took Wanwen Collection House, talked to the boss, asked about the venue, and slowly headed there.

The place is in Liyue Harbor, which is a park near the seaside. Rich people can book it out and have a big party there.

As for using the money to hold a meet-and-greet for them, it was mainly because Wanwu Jishe saw that these two people were good people and their books had many readers, so they were willing to pay.

Of course, the person who came up with this idea might be Ji Fang, who was not in Liyue and was traveling with the team to study.

The two walked side by side, watching the rising and turbulent waves. There was a large open space in the park on the seashore, which was filled with long horizontal benches, and next to the original stone platform, the names and works of the two people were hung.

If you broaden your vision, you can see a horizontal banner above, which is a meeting of popular writers under Wanwen Collection.

"This arrangement is quite friendly." Nan Zhangsheng grinned.

Su Ping didn't see how friendly it was. He was still thinking about the questions he might be asked later, and reviewed the general plot that he had just read through in his mind.

"Mr. Su, look, we will go up on the stage together over there in a while, and then all the readers will look at us with admiration in their eyes. That kind of refreshing feeling, wow, it's so good just thinking about it!" Nan Zhangsheng pointed at the red carpet on the ground over there, thinking about the scene later, and couldn't help but chuckled.

Su Ping came back to his senses, heard what the other party was saying, nodded, and said jokingly: "It's really good, but I hope it won't be too difficult for you later."

"Don't worry about it. If you really can't answer a question, just shirk it. If you really can't answer it, just be vague and ambiguous. I don't think anyone will ask about it."

"Master Nan, it seems that you often encounter such occasions. You actually have such experience."

"No, no, it's just that I'm always restless when I go out at home, so I've developed this little skill."

After chatting for a while, they came to a small room at the side, where there were two other people, they were makeup artists from Wanwen Collection.

Nan Zhangsheng bluntly said that he had put on too much makeup, it would be best if it was not recognizable as him, so as to avoid being hounded and questioned about his handsome appearance when he got home.

Su Ping did not have such worries. Although he had a good foundation, his skin color had become a little darker and rough after selling things on the street for several years. Without some makeup on his face, it was hard to tell that he had a good foundation.

After all, these two people are the face of Wanwen Collection. When facing such an event, of course they have to dress up to attend. Otherwise, they will be accused of not paying attention to personal cultivation and have to explain themselves.

While they were undergoing a radical transformation on their faces, readers were already coming in one after another, with papers and pens in hand.

Everyone chose a seat and sat down. They looked at the paper in their hands to see if the writing was complete and whether they needed to add more. Some were also thinking about how to get the writer to do a big and special update later, preferably to the point of updating as much as possible if the work wasn't already done.