Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

The south side of Tianheng Mountain, if viewed from the sky, looks like an inconspicuous black dot as small as an ant. Even if viewed from the ground, it is just an equally inconspicuous village.

At the entrance of the village, something unusual happened today, with some bright red and purple banners placed there, attracting quite a few people to watch. Through word of mouth, everyone finally knew what was going on.

Su Ping sat at the edge of a field with six jujube trees, with one foot on top. He looked like an ordinary farmer's child, and that was indeed the case.

Su Ping looked back from time to time, glancing at the hurried residents, his eyebrows raised, and he couldn't help but feel puzzled.

It's not a festival, why are they rushing to the village entrance? Is there something wrong?

Su Ping stood up and walked away, not towards the village entrance, but towards his own home. Although his father no longer needed medicine, if he really needed to be moved quickly, it would be impossible without help.

He didn't think it was a serious matter, but what if?

This was just a guess, a groundless worry, or even a fictitious one. Even so, Su Ping did not dare to gamble. He could not afford the consequences.

He went straight home, going against the flow of people, feeling that something was increasingly wrong, because from the few words of passers-by just now, he heard a piece of news that seemed insignificant to him at the moment.

Chen Baiwang's son is back, and it seems that he has learned a lot. Now he is at the entrance of the village, going to meet the elders and villagers to show off his knowledge.

That was probably it. After hearing this, Su Ping slowed down his pace. Although he was still walking home, he had obviously changed a lot.

Su Ping had not seen the fat boy since he was scolded by his father six years ago. He thought he had behaved himself and would not cause trouble again.

Who would have thought that I would find out today that he was studying abroad and has only just returned.

This news was really irrelevant to Su Ping. If this rich second-generation ancestor didn't come to him to cause trouble, he would not bother with him.

After returning home, Su Ping sat down at the desk with his hands behind his head, looking lazy and careless.

Although it is called a desk, there are no books on it. There is only a stack of white paper and the necessary writing materials. Although it has not been moved for nearly two years, it still looks like a new one.

Since the completion of his last novel, Su Ping has not written any novels, including poetry. He might even stop writing if he didn't have to sign some certificates at the stall.

It's not that he is lazy, but he really can't squeeze out any free time. Every day after selling snacks, he is exhausted. Even if he takes a break one day, his mind is empty and he has no mood to write at all.

In this way, the creation is of course stagnant, but although the steps have stopped, they have not really stopped. Instead, it is like gathering momentum, waiting for an opportunity, and when it can break through this barrier in one fell swoop, it will be able to put pen to paper.

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The warm spring season flew by quickly, and people welcomed the hottest summer of the year, but it was not that hot at the beginning of summer.

In early April, on the day of ancestor worship in Liyue, the boss of a famous snack bar in the snack street did not open his shop. Instead, he stayed at home, took some things with him, and prepared to worship his deceased family members.

The incense, candles and offerings were put into a basket and covered with cloth. After Su Ping counted them once to make sure nothing was missing, he helped his father up and the two of them went out together.

"Dad, why don't I go by myself? You should take a rest." On the way, Su Ping saw that his father was walking with difficulty and couldn't help but speak. Even though he knew that this sentence would not be agreed, he still wanted to say it.

As expected, Su Yue waved his hand, shook his head and said, "Dad is almost well now. There's still a cane sticking on the ground. You can go there and wait. Dad walks slower."

"No need for that. I'll just hold you up!" Su Ping saw that he couldn't persuade his father, so he gave up. It was rare that his father still had something he cared about, so he didn't want to spoil his mood.

In this way, the father and son walked from their home to the quiet forest outside the village, from dawn to noon when the sun was shining brightly in the sky, until they finally arrived.

Originally, this road was not far and not difficult to walk on, but that was for ordinary people. Now Su Yue had to rely on others or the crutches in his hand to move around. It was not easy to walk this road.

Especially the section of road near the forest, which is a slope. It is not very steep, but very long. If a person is in good health, not to mention a young and strong man, even a child can climb it back and forth several times.

Su Yue used to be like this, carrying his wife on his back, up and down, back and forth, without even taking a breath. But now he can't do that anymore. His waist... can't straighten up anymore.

For safety reasons, Su Ping carried his father up the hill, holding a cane in his hand. The twelve-year-old boy was much stronger than before, enough for him to carry his father without falling.

I can’t say how easy it is to put on, but in terms of time, it is better than walking up slowly.

"Okay, let Dad come down and walk the last part!" Su Yue spoke quickly as they were approaching the woods, fearing that his son would not be able to recover and get hurt.

Su Ping did not answer. He nodded, then gently and slowly put his father down, handed the crutch to him, and continued to support him.

The light rain a few days ago seemed to have washed the forest, leaving no mud on the road, but the scent of the fragrant grass and fallen leaves in the forest was overwhelming.

When you step on it, it makes a rustling sound.

At a certain location in the forest, which was different from other locations, there was a raised mound. In front of the mound stood a wooden tablet with the words "Li Ying" engraved on it.

That was the father and son who arrived at this moment. They missed a woman very much. She was either lively or gentle. She was an existence they could never forget in their life, nor did they want to forget.

Su Ping went to place the incense and candles for the worship, while Su Yue sat beside him, watching his son who didn't let him do anything busy.

This seems like an ordinary scene, but in fact, it does not happen very often in the world. Most of the time, it only exists in the filial piety passed down by word of mouth. How many people can actually see it with their own eyes?

Su Yue held a cane in one hand and supported his chin with the other. His eyes and brows showed some signs of aging, but he was still so gentle when looking at the small tombstone.

"Xiaoying, do you know? Our son has made great progress. He earns a lot of money every month and has even renovated the house!"

Su Yue spoke slowly, as if he was muttering to himself or talking to others.

"This is all thanks to your idea. Going to a private school is really useful. Fortunately... But why haven't you enjoyed any happiness yet, and now..."

When Su Yue said this, his throat seemed to be choked and he could not say anything else. Only his red eyes and the silent tears told of his unexpressible sorrow and longing.

After lighting the incense and candles, Su Ping knelt in front of the tombstone and kowtowed three times solemnly. Then he offered a handful of soil and went to his father's side, gently placing his hand on his strong back.

He knew that his father didn't need anyone to speak for him at this time, so he just stayed here silently. He also knew that his father had been sad for four years since his mother passed away, but he usually kept it in his heart and didn't show it.

Perhaps it was the scene that brought back sad memories, or something else, that made this man burst into tears again. It was a good way to vent, because if you keep too many tears in your eyes, you will get sick.

Su Ping was also sad, but he didn't cry. He was now the pillar of the family, and had been one for a long time. As the saying goes, men don't shed tears easily, so he couldn't cry too easily.

"Ugh!"

A heavy sigh came out from Su Yue's mouth, and even his slightly bent waist trembled, as if he could not hold back the inner bitterness in his chest.

Su Ping pursed his lips, lowered his head and looked at his father quietly. He suddenly froze, a flash of disbelief in his eyes. It became a matter of course, it became the way it should be, and there was a hint of sudden realization that it was expected.

What he saw was the graying hair on his father's head. There was only a tiny dot of gray hair at the end of the hair, which was very inconspicuous.

Even before today, Su Ping had not noticed that his father's hair had started to turn gray. Although it was only a little, it was a sign of aging that had already occurred quietly without his noticing.

Su Ping was not the child he seemed to be. He knew that his father would grow old, but even he had not expected that this day would come so soon.

He had been in this world for only twelve years, but he had already witnessed his mother's death and his father's graying hair. This shouldn't be right, but it was the fact and there was no way to refute it or question it.

Staring at the white hair at the end, Su Ping's vision gradually became blurred. He turned his head and quickly reached out to wipe it, not wanting to be noticed.

Even if there were only the two of them here, even if the person in front of him was his father, he was unwilling to do so. He couldn't explain why, but he just wanted to do it.

What Su Ping didn't know was that his father was slightly aware of his turning his head and reaching out his hand, but he didn't say anything and just let him do it without disturbing him.

What Su Ping didn't know was that he, who should be 42 years old, had truly become childish the moment he turned his head.

This is the only thing he has done on the continent of Teyvat so far, without deliberately showing it, like a child, a real child.

After waiting for a long time, the father and son, each with their own thoughts, sat there quietly. No one spoke, and no one made a move to leave, but at a certain moment, they changed at the same time.

Su Yue stood up with his crutches. Su Ping stepped back to make room for him, then supported him with both hands and went to get the basket. The two of them turned around and walked out of the woods.

There were no words, no advance explanation, but just by relying on their understanding of each other and the bond of blood ties, they could know what the other meant.

There is usually not much to talk between a father and his son. Maybe there is nothing to say, or maybe there is no need to say anything at all.

Just like now, Su Yue was looking in a direction that was not leading to home, with a calm expression.