Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

This morning, Su Ping got up early again, but he did not go out with a gun. Instead, he changed into simpler clothes and went out.

This is because something happened in the family of one of his friends.

Chunxiang Kiln is a well-known kiln in Liyue Harbor. The quality of its porcelain is quite good, and the woman who makes the perfume is the icing on the cake.

Unfortunately, Chunxiang Kiln was not open for business this morning. The door of the shop was closed, and groups of people in white clothes were walking into the alley next to it.

Su Ping was wearing a gray-white long gown with the cuffs and lapels tightened. Because he often needed to practice martial arts, most of the clothes he prepared were of this style.

He crossed the alley and followed the people into the yard through the back gate.

White lanterns were hung under the eaves, white candles were lit in the mourning hall, and plain white cloth was hanging down. Only the coffin in front of the inscription was brown.

Nan Zhangsheng was dressed in mourning, kneeling on the cushion, his face calm and natural, without any tears, or even the slightest sign of him secretly wiping away tears after crying.

In front of him was Ying'er, whose pretty face looked extremely haggard and whose eyes were red. She twisted paper money in her slender hands and threw them into the brazier one by one, burning them into ashes.

After seeing that friend, Su Ping looked at his expression and sighed, "My condolences."

Nan Zhangsheng looked up at him, remained silent, and just nodded.

In the morning, many people came to pay their respects. After all, Chunxiang Kiln's business was not big, but it was definitely not small.

So after the news of the funeral spread, everyone who had some connection with the business, whether close or distant, familiar or just acquaintance, all flocked to say a word or two to Boss Ying'er.

At noon, more than ten tables were set up in the courtyard. It seemed that everyone in Liyue, regardless of their wealth or poverty, had this custom.

However, the young man who had difficulty holding a bowl was missing from the table with family members, and the only friend he had called was not at the table either.

Ying'er knew that the child had been talking a lot since he was young, and she also understood that his mother would not restrain him if she were still alive, so she did not mobilize a large force to look for him and just let him be.

Inside Chunxiang Kiln, in Nan Zhangsheng’s personal room.

The two young men sat opposite each other. There were three dishes and a soup on the small table, but the presentation was not exquisite, as if they were dishes cooked by the kitchen at home, as well as two bowls of rice, a pot of wine, and a pot of tea.

Nan Zhangsheng picked up the hot dish himself with trembling hands, took a few big bites of rice, and then saw that the boy opposite him didn't move his chopsticks, and asked in confusion: "Brother Su, is the food not to your taste, or is there something missing?"

Su Ping did not speak. He looked at him and held the bowl in one hand, eating as heartily as he did.

The two young men quickly finished half of the three dishes and one soup. The rice in the bowls was also gone and replaced with two bowls of clear soup to reduce internal heat.

Nan Zhang finished eating, holding his chin with one hand, shaking slightly, with half-closed eyes, and said: "Brother Su, speaking of it, my behavior today should be considered as breaking the etiquette and rules. I'm sorry for taking the blame with you!"

"I've already done it, why are you still talking about this?" Su Ping raised his eyebrows slightly, "But are you really okay like this?"

Nan Zhangsheng shook his head. "Of course it's okay. When I was a kid, no matter what I did, thought, or said, she would never act like other old ladies and take advantage of her seniority to tell me what I should and shouldn't do. She even supported me in writing a book.

But she never seemed to say anything about my behavior. Whether it was right or not, she never said it... Maybe she didn't want to say it. After all, I have a lot of things to do now, and few people want to control me!"

Su Ping said calmly: "That's not what I'm talking about."

Then he added: "It's not just this."

Nan Zhangsheng still looked calm and composed, "It's okay, it's all okay, I don't know if it's because of me, but now I feel there is no difference.

Do you think I am being ruthless? When I was sick, she took me everywhere. She had never been abroad. I was unfamiliar with the place and could only ask people for help. I tried so hard but still couldn't get cured. Well... I feel so sorry for her.

Oh, by the way, apart from this matter, she always asks me to do something, there is really nothing else, eating, drinking and having fun as usual!"

"Time will smooth everything out, and of course it will prove everything. I used to be like that too. Take your time." Su Ping said gently.

"Great! Fortunately, I have a close friend like you, Brother Su. Otherwise, I don't know what to do." Nan Zhangsheng said, and took a sip of the soup from the bowl, saying, "The soup is ready. Let's have a taste."

Su Ping's eyes flickered. He just drank the soup without saying anything.

"Brother Su, does your sister-in-law care about your drinking?"

"Whatever."

"How about a couple of drinks?"

"You're not old enough, so you'd better not drink."

"I understand, but I have never touched a drop of alcohol since I was a child. I really want to try it. Otherwise, writing about drinking to relieve sorrow and drinking to feel happy all the time feels unreal."

"According to the average alcohol tolerance, the first sip of soju will make you feel burning, then your internal organs will feel like they are burning, after three or four cups, you will feel a little dizzy, and then the world will spin and your vision will blur, until you are completely drunk and pass out."

"What about the stage where the truth comes out after drinking?"

"Before you get drunk and after your vision becomes blurry, it's a phase that comes and goes. It doesn't necessarily occur after you drink."

"I'm grateful for your advice." Nan Zhangsheng finished his soup and stared at the pot of wine and tea in a daze. Then he sighed, "Brother Su, do you still remember her?"

Su Ping's eyes were filled with reminiscence. That was the woman he met when he first followed her back to Chunxiang Kiln and used the money from selling poems to get the last money. "Of course I remember."

"Then let me tell you something you don't know. At that time, she was so happy to see me bring back a friend of almost the same age. Although my friendship with Brother Su was not very deep at that time, we could still be considered friends."

"Calculate……"

"That's fine. Don't think I talk a lot and do whatever I want. I don't actually have many friends. I'm telling the truth."

"I know."

"So since I have a friend like Brother Su, I have to treat him well no matter what."

"Forget the wine, just drink tea."

Nan Zhangsheng didn't listen to him this time and reached out to grab the wine jug, but Su Ping took it away first.

"It's inconvenient for you, let me pour it."

"Thank you, Brother Su."

Su Ping, who was being called "old brother" by everyone, poured a small bowl of wine for the boy opposite him and said earnestly: "Try taking a sip first. If you can stand it, drink a little more. You need to take your time when you first drink. Don't be impatient."

“Okay.” Nan Zhangsheng leaned over, took a sip, and when he felt that he could accept it, he quickly picked up the bowl and drank it all.

Su Ping reached out to stop him, but he snatched the empty bowl away. "I told you to take your time, but why did you drink it all in one breath?"

"My hands can't hold it well, so I can only drink it like this, burp!" After drinking this little bit of wine, two blushes appeared on Nan Zhangsheng's handsome face, his eyes gradually became blurred, and he seemed to be drowsy.

Su Ping stretched out his hand and probed in front of his eyes, "Can you see clearly?"

“Yes…” Although Nan Zhangsheng’s head was shaking, he could still see things clearly enough, at least he was not completely stunned.

Su Ping warned: "Don't drink anymore, or you will get drunk."

While the two teenagers were arguing over drinking in the room, a bang was heard in the courtyard, followed by a rough-voiced curse.

"You bitch, I respected you before I was alive, don't really think you are that great, today I just want to take back what belongs to me, no one can stop me!"

Su Ping looked at the closed door. The young man opposite him moved, ran quickly to open the door, and stepped into the courtyard.

In the courtyard, of the dozen or so tables of people, only the table with relatives was left. The others were either dispersed early or driven away, but they were nowhere to be seen.

At the table with relatives, Ying'er was grabbed by the arm by a middle-aged man with a mustache, who pointed at her nose and angrily scolded her: "Don't think that in this era, a fickle and worthless person like you can eat up the property that originally belonged to me!

I tell you, no way! If you don't find someone to marry now and see if you can have a boy next year, you have to hand over the entire Chunxiang Kiln to me, and you can just sit back and wait for the consequences!

Or like you usually do, you can earn a living by using your slutty mouth to please other men, hahaha..."

The words were so foul that everyone even laughed at the funeral, but the other people sitting at the table just watched coldly. No one said anything about the middle-aged man's behavior. Instead, they continued to eat and drink as if they didn't notice the two of them at all.

"Whether you want to sign the transfer or not, you'd better give us a word now, otherwise there will be something waiting for you later, and then everyone will be in trouble!"

Ying'er clenched her teeth tightly, her tears seemed to have dried up and no longer fell. In her bloodshot eyes, there was the tenacity and perseverance that belonged to this woman.

"I'll sign your mom!"

Without waiting for Ying'er to speak, Nan Zhangsheng ran into the courtyard. He staggered with every step, but was determined. With his trembling hands, he pushed hard, pushing the middle-aged man back a step.

Then the young man stretched out his hands to protect the woman behind him, and there seemed to be a knife in his eyes, as if he wanted to cut the middle-aged man into pieces.

The middle-aged man looked at the man and woman opposite him and snorted coldly, "You picked up bastards dare to come here to get in the way. It's true that if the top beam is not straight, the bottom beam will be crooked. You are all cheap guys!"

Snapped!

Nan Zhangsheng slapped the man in the face, "You bastard, I'll fuck you!"

The middle-aged man's eyes widened. He was so angry at the slap and scolding from the young man that his mustache was trembling. "You can do it. Don't even think about leaving the house with your head held high today!"

At the command, the six strong men who were originally standing by the wall with their hands behind their backs in silence, all moved their feet and surrounded the boy and the girl.

"Break the bastard's hands and feet and throw him into the mourning hall. Strip the bitch's clothes off and tie her up for you to play with!"