Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye the sky began to darken. After Su Ping sent the girl to West Village, he also walked back home.

At the foot of Tianheng Mountain, the two villages are very close to each other, no more than three miles apart. They are named West Village where Xiaohe lives, and South Village where Su Ping lives.

To put it more nicely, we would call it Tianheng South Village. After all, having this famous mountain with a long history will make others pay more attention to it.

After returning home and having dinner, Su Ping sat at the door. The evening breeze blew gently, carrying a hint of the scent of wheat from the fields.

He scanned his surroundings and was struggling over whether to write a story or a poem. If he were to write a story, he didn't have the wild imagination, and if he were to write a poem, his writing might not be amazing enough.

The two ideas intertwined and collided in his mind. Finally, he decided to compose a few poems and story descriptions based on the situation around him to see which one was more suitable for him.

Looking at the muddy ground ahead, he thought of the antiquity of this land. Seeing the fallen leaves carried away by the breeze, he thought to himself that the breeze was blowing on the willows. Looking up at the sky that was as black as ink and filled with countless stars, he felt deeply the vastness of the world and his own insignificance.

But perhaps he was too eager for quick success, and whenever the poems came to his lips, he could never utter them. Could it be that because of his utilitarianism, Su Ping could never come up with any good poems?

"Sure enough, am I too impatient?" Su Ping sighed softly, put aside these thoughts, let go of the heart that was thinking about Mora, and tried to look at the world with the eyes that a child of this age should have.

The eyes of a child always have many special things, such as the lines on the cobblestone road that must not be stepped on, the eyelids that cannot be blinked or else the world will be refreshed, the immortal hero who will never fall, the most gentle and beautiful woman in the world...

Su Ping seemed to be dreaming of that long-ago time, when he was hiding under an eave, watching other children of his age playing together. Perhaps that was what they were thinking at that time?

"Ping'er, what are you thinking about?" Su Yue moved a stool and sat down next to him.

Su Ping came back to his senses in an instant and said with a smile: "I'm not thinking about anything. I'm just daydreaming."

"Is that so? You're just like me before. You always stare at something without moving or talking. Sometimes I have to touch you to come back to my senses!"

"I guess he's been sitting for too long and is about to fall asleep!"

Su Yue leaned against the wall, with a gentle and kind look on his square face, and said, "How do you feel about studying now? Is it good?"

"It's OK. Of course I can read the book." Su Ping replied, and couldn't help laughing: "And those roommates are also very nice!"

"Oh? Then tell dad quickly what's the best solution."

"that is……"

The father and son talked for a long time in front of the door. Su Ping recounted interesting stories about the private school one by one, and even added some embellishments and explained the teacher's lessons in great detail.

Su Yue was so happy to hear this that he couldn't stop smiling. Knowing that his son was not bullied outside and was living well, he felt much more relieved.

The pain on his back didn't hurt anymore, perhaps because of the medicine he had just applied. Su Yue also felt that the medicine was very effective. It had taken at least several days to show some effect before, but now it felt almost healed.

Behind the father and son, Li Ying sat on the doorstep, supporting her chin with one hand, and listened quietly. After a tiring day, chatting like this was the best time.

……

The next morning, Su Ping sat by the door, with the little girl Xiao He still beside him. She was holding a collection of poems and was asking this child prodigy, who was famous throughout the area, to teach her how to read.

"Ahem." Su Ping cleared his throat and said:

"Ten years of life and death, two vast expanses. I don't think of you, but I can't forget you. A thousand miles away, a lonely grave, no one to talk to about my sadness. Even if we meet, you won't recognize me, with dust all over your face and hair like frost. Last night, I had a dream and suddenly returned to my hometown, where I was dressing in the window. We looked at each other without words, but with tears in my eyes. I guess the place where my heart breaks every year is the short pine hill on a moonlit night."

"Ten years... Life and death are so vague that I don't even think about it. But I can never forget it...and then what happened?" Xiao He covered his head, standing there in a daze.

Su Ping explained: "Don't worry about what comes after that. Let's just learn this sentence first. Ten years, do you know what it means, Xiao He?"

"I know. My mother said that every year, people grow one year older. After ten years, people grow ten years older." Xiao He said thoughtfully.

"Yes, that's it. Come, look, ten is..."

Su Ping taught her to memorize these words and then remember their meanings. Fortunately, Xiao He was smart. She was just unfamiliar with them as it was her first time. She would surely get better.

Soon, Xiao He had memorized the writing methods of these words, and then took a small branch and began to write on the sand on the ground.

But rather than saying it’s writing, it’s probably more accurate to say it’s drawing according to the words, because it feels like drawing when you look at them.

"Brother Su Ping, why do the words look different from those in the book?" Xiao He looked at the regular script on the paper, but the words on the ground were crooked and twisted, like earthworms.

Su Ping said softly: "Everyone is like this when they first start practicing calligraphy. Xiao He, your palms are not formed yet, and what you write with pen and paper is of course different from the words on paper!"

"Is that so? But Brother Su Ping is only one year older than me. Why is there such a big difference?" Xiao He asked with a puzzled look on his face.

Su Ping was stunned. He didn't expect that the girl's brain was so quick. He said casually, "There are always subtle differences between people. Xiaohe, the words you wrote are called Earth Dragon Body. Once you practice well, you can be sublimated into a real dragon!"

"After that, you will be able to write with great force and accuracy, so remember to practice more!"

"Okay! I understand. Thank you, Brother Su Ping." Xiao He took the branch and continued to practice writing on the ground, line after line.

Seeing that she was unwilling to give up, Su Ping thought about giving her a set of paper and pen. After all, she had been sticking to him for almost three years.

"Oh, our little prodigy is a teacher here!" A hoarse voice of a middle-aged woman sounded.

Su Ping turned his head and stood up and said, "Aunt Zhang, Sister Xiao Cui, what's the matter?"

Aunt Zhang chuckled and said, "Xiao Cui heard that you were back and kept pestering me to learn to read from you! Don't you think this is troublesome?"

Su Ping looked back at Xiao He and saw that she did not resist, so he agreed: "Of course not, but Sister Xiao Cui wants to learn the characters in that book?"

Aunt Zhang turned around and pulled her daughter out from behind her. "Tell me, didn't you just say you missed me? Why did you change your mind so suddenly?"

Xiao Cui held a plate of boiled peanuts and looked down at Su Ping. She didn't know whether she was too embarrassed to ask a child for advice or for some other reason, so she spoke in a low voice, "Any word is fine. I just want to learn a little more, maybe it will be useful in the future."

Su Ping nodded and said, "That's easy. I'll teach you how to do it!"

"Okay, I believe you. You kids can chat, I'll be busy." After saying that, Aunt Zhang turned and left, probably to go home to do some sewing or something.

Su Ping went into the room and pulled out another stool, saying, "Sister Xiao Cui, please sit down."

"Oh, okay." Xiao Cui looked back slightly and made sure that there was no one behind her. Then she breathed a sigh of relief, as if she was very afraid of her mother.

Su Ping saw her like this and had a rough idea. In the village, most girls got married at the age of fifteen or sixteen, but there were almost no girls like Xiao Cui who stayed at home until eighteen.

Maybe it was the neighbors' gossip, or Aunt Zhang's suggestion of finding her a husband, that made her scared.

"Xiaoping, Xiaohe, try these peanuts, they are very fragrant!" Xiaocui brought the plate to them, and a smile finally appeared on her face that had not been there just now.

"Thank you, Sister Xiao Cui." Xiao He and Su Ping each said this, and took a little and put it in their mouths. You have to say, it tasted really good.

"Sister Xiao Cui..." Su Ping hesitated. After all, this was someone else's family affair, but it was not easy to just ignore it, so he tried to ask in a tactful way.

"Sister Xiao Cui, are you learning calligraphy for something?"

"Yes." Xiao Cui nodded slightly, with two dimples on her face. "I want to learn a few words and then go to Liyue Harbor to work for others, so that I won't be cheated by others because I can't read!"

"Is that so?" Su Ping murmured. It seemed that he was overthinking it, but after thinking about it carefully, it was indeed the case.

If Xiao Cui really wanted to get married, how could they let her out? They would probably do the same as the other families around her, kidnapping her and sending her away.

In comparison, Aunt Zhang just likes to talk about it from time to time, but she is much more gentle.

Xiao He gathered the poems together, and under the two people's puzzled gazes, he slowly said: "Teach Sister Xiao Cui first, I just want to read, there is no rush."

As she spoke, she took the branch and continued to practice on the ground, stroke by stroke, endlessly.

Su Ping's eyes flashed, and he nodded. He looked up at the neighbor girl who was ten years older than him, and taught her some useful words according to the recruitment quotations in his memory.

By the way, I would like to mention that when you work, you should be careful with your bosses to avoid being cheated and losing both your money and your life.

Xiao Cui nodded repeatedly, but she was a little confused, "Xiao Ping, how do you know so much?"

"I heard this from my senior classmates in private school. Also, the situation in Liyue Harbor is pretty much the same now. You can often see people dealing with such things on the street!" Su Ping said without changing his expression.

"Oh." Xiao Cui nodded. She would not doubt the younger brother whom she had watched grow up because of these things.

At sunset, Xiao He, accompanied by Su Ping, arrived at the village where he lived. They said goodbye to each other and walked on their own roads, back to back.

When Xiao He pushed open the door and walked into the house, he jumped up and down, looking very happy.

Her mother couldn't help asking, "What's the matter... ahem, why are you so happy?"

Xiao He smiled: "Today, Brother Su Ping taught me how to read!"

"Really? I wanted to teach you before, but you refused to learn. How come you learned it as soon as your brother taught you?" Her mother smiled playfully on her slightly pale face.

Xiao He scratched his head and laughed, "My brother taught me better. Mom is busy every day, so I'd better not tire myself out!"

"Oh, your little mouth is so sweet, as if it were covered with honey."