Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

The poetry reading had not yet ended, but the students had no intention of reciting poems or composing couplets. Instead, they stretched their necks to see the expression of the young man on the podium.

At this time, Su Ping had a conversation with his three fellow students. He had a lot of beautiful things in his mind and wanted to write down his feelings.

Therefore, Su Ping picked up the teapot in one hand and shouted loudly: "Paper, pen and ink, come!"

This place was originally a private school, so there were many such items. Moreover, a poetry gathering was being held there, so of course, there were also objects containing the works of literati.

When some of the younger students heard that the young senior asked for paper, pen and ink, they immediately rushed down the platform, took these three things, and spread them out on a large empty table in the middle of the platform.

The junior student known as Xiao Ziyuan stood up and handed over the pen, smiling and saying, "The equipment has been arranged. Brother Su, please!"

Su Ping nodded slightly, took the expensive brush handed to him by his junior, lightly touched the inkstone, and then waved the brush on the pure white paper, as if writing a beautiful flower.

He recited each sentence he wrote, and the poem he created followed his thoughts and directly pointed out his feelings and ideas.

"A father is like a mountain, ten thousand feet high. He shields his son from all the wind and frost. He stands tall and unshakable, but his son stands tall and unshakable."

These few sentences describe how many people in their childhood saw their father: a father who was upright and omnipotent, yet would bend his unyielding back when carrying his children on his back, and was willing to let his children ride on him.

"My strength is fading, my temples are white. My son has traveled thousands of miles away and has not yet returned home. My figure is hunched like an old tree, and I look up into the sky hoping for my son to return."

Desolation and loneliness are the feelings of men who are no longer young after their children have grown up and left home. Their backs can no longer be straightened and they can only sit at the door, hoping that their children will come back as soon as possible.

After this poem about "Father" was finished, everyone in the courtyard fell silent. Some people recalled that when they were young, they had an argument with their father and ran out of the house, only to return home angrily at night. Then they stood behind the door, covering their faces and crying, secretly regretting it.

Who would have imagined when I was young that my father, who seemed to be the most powerful person in the world, would actually become an old mortal, and age so quickly that people would not even have a chance to wave goodbye and he would leave in a hurry, like a passerby.

In the family, fathers are often the ones who are quiet and not good at expressing themselves. They usually show their love for their children through actions.

It may be the casual question "Do you have enough money?" before leaving home every time, or the specific reminder "You need to eat well and dress warmly outside, we don't need this little money."

They are obviously very tired and silently carry the burden of the family. However, when they return home, they are always smiling and never reveal their embarrassment or their scars.

After Su Ping finished reading, his voice was choked with sobs, and everyone on and off the platform looked up at the sky, their eyes filled with tears as if they were burned by the sun.

But Su Ping did not stop writing and continued to write.

"Mother is like the sea, a thousand miles deep. She gets up early and goes to bed late without complaint. She sews tightly when her son is away, fearing that he will not return home soon."

The mother always works silently at home. Most of the clothes worn by the children are sewn by her. She sews them by light at night, and it is difficult to see the white of the needle.

"A pair of hands, like dead branches. They can weave autumn clothes and cook. My heart is deeply soaked in ink, but I have no words to embellish it."

Most mothers in ordinary families have ugly hands because they have to take care of the children and the elderly at home and manage everything in their daily lives. They are very tired but have no complaints.

Those hands actually brushed the children's clothes, made meals for the children at home, and found all kinds of things that children could not do.

But that pair of hands was so conspicuous that it was hard to notice them. It was clearly just a pair of hands, but all the literati present could not think of how to describe or praise them.

In the eyes of all the children at home, the mother is a nagging person. She says a lot, such as "Are you hungry? Are you tired? Are you cold?" as soon as you get home.

Also, whenever you leave home, “put on an extra piece of clothing”, “if the food outside doesn’t taste good, don’t force yourself, come home for dinner”, and “take good care of yourself”.

She is very nagging and will repeat the same sentence over and over again for fear that her children will forget it and that she is not doing it well enough or carefully enough.

Once upon a time, he and she were also a passionate boy and a lovely girl, but after growing up and meeting boys and girls like themselves, he and she learned to be tolerant.

Just like what he and her parents did in the past, caring in silence and gentleness in nagging. Some people may find it annoying, but for some people, he is willing to stay like this for the rest of his life.

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind keeps on, and the child wants to support but the kiss does not wait.

There are no parents in the world who can accompany their children throughout their lives. After growing up in the arms of their parents, he or she will also be protected by his or her parents like he or she is protected by his or her parents.

Su Ping finished writing and reciting the poem. He placed the pen aside and no one picked it up because the owner of the pen covered his face with his sleeves and his shoulders were shaking.

He was not the only one like this; many students on and off the podium were no exception.

It’s just that some raised their heads, some lowered their heads, some hid their heads behind their wide sleeves and folding fans, and some pretended to be suddenly attacked by sandstorms. Their methods were different, but their feelings were the same.

Su Ping's eyes were also red. He shook his head, then rubbed his neck hard, which was actually fine, as if it was about to break.

The three senior students closed their eyes, adjusted their breathing, and then stood up and walked towards the junior student who had been away for three days and was now being looked at with new eyes.

Su Ping felt relieved. Although his eyes were still red, at least there were no tears in them.

Looking at the three fellow students walking towards him, Su Ping bowed with both hands and saluted respectfully.

The three senior students smiled and saluted in the same manner.

When parents are not around, the eldest brother is like a father.

The poetry reading came to a successful conclusion in this atmosphere.

After the students outside dispersed, Confucius finally showed up and saw off many of the great writers around him, including Li Bai, Du Fu, the Eight Great Masters, the most talented woman, the most talented female poet, etc.

It turned out that there was a poetry gathering going on outside, and Confucius was discussing with other great scholars inside. Everything was full of truth.

The last person Confucius saw off had white hair and beard, and was dressed in white, looking aloof from the world. His every move showed relaxation.

Confucius bowed with both hands as a courtesy to bid farewell, and the sage, who came from the east with a purple aura, also greeted him with courtesy, and after the same bow, he walked out of the door and left.

After bidding farewell to the masters, Confucius cleared his throat and said in a friendly manner, "Zi'an, why do you always avoid me?"

Behind Confucius, Su Ping walked out with an embarrassed smile. Behind him, three of his fellow students, Zeng Xi, Yan Ziyuan and Ran Ziyou, were gloating over Confucius' misfortune.

Confucius turned around, glanced at the three smiling people, and said calmly: "Zianke has an appointment with you. Do you need to leave first?"

The three of them immediately shook their heads to deny it, saying that it was absolutely not true and that they would stay and wait as long as the Master needed.

Confucius smiled and said, "I just had a short chat with Zi'an. It won't be long. Zi'an, follow me."

Since the sage had spoken, and he was his former teacher, how could Su Ping not obey? He quickly followed behind, shrinking his neck, acting like a servant of the sage.

Confucius did not take him far. Next to a corridor not far from the gate, the saint stopped, turned around, looked at the young man, and nodded slightly.

Su Ping had no idea what it meant, and didn't dare to speculate, so he waited for the next words in dismay.

Confucius stroked his beard and asked, "Zi'an, what are your ambitions in the future?"

"The student wants to join the army." Su Ping told the truth.

"Why?"

"Defend the home and the country!"

"only this?"

"Also... it's to fulfill my father's dream before he died, and it's also to give myself an explanation."

"Well, that's enough." Confucius looked at the young man, and the more he looked at him, the more satisfied he felt. He smiled kindly and said, "Zi'an, I think it's time for you to enter the sect."

"Ah?" Su Ping was stunned and asked in confusion: "I was a private school student before... I know, Zi'an has met the teacher!"

Su Ping suddenly understood the truth. He used to be a student of a private school, but now he is Confucius' student. That is why Confucius calls himself a teacher, not an old man.

Confucius was overjoyed. After helping the child up, he smiled and asked, "Tell me, why do you always hide from me?"

"How can I, a useless student, have the face to see you!" Su Ping scratched his head, looking at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, not daring to look up at all.

"Useless? Who is talking nonsense? Let me go find him!"

"No, no, it's the students themselves who feel that way. It has nothing to do with others."

"Why?"

"I have only been in school for almost two years, and I haven't made any earth-shattering achievements. I feel ashamed to see the teacher!"

"You, you, ah!" Confucius sighed helplessly, "How come the fierceness just now is gone now? I am only an old man over fifty years old, do you need to be so afraid of me?"

"It's not fear, but reverence." Su Ping explained: "The teacher is a saint, how dare the students disrespect him."

"What about saints? What about ordinary people? When you grow old, you will eventually turn into dust. It's just an empty name given by the world. Remember, don't do this in the future."

"Students take note."

"Hmm..." Confucius pondered for a moment and said, "There was once an outstanding younger generation who praised my words: If Confucius had not been born, the world would have been dark forever!

Now I praise my student Zi'an, saying: Liyue without Su Zi'an is like the blooming flowers in late spring without fertile soil; they are blooming but only for show! "

Su Ping said respectfully: "Is this a bit too much?"

"My vision as a teacher has always been good." Confucius only said this without explaining. In fact, from the moment he bestowed the name on him, he was very concerned about this student who wanted peace and long-term stability in the world.

Su Ping said nothing more, and Confucius waved his hand, indicating that he could leave at any time.

Su Ping bowed with both hands, from top to bottom, and bowed deeply before leaving.

Be a teacher for one day, and be a father for life.

On the other side of the gate, three fellow students looked at Su Ping who was approaching, with smiles on their faces, and they also addressed Confucius as teacher.

In fact, they had already been students of the Master, but because Su Ping was not one at the beginning, they were all called the Master.