Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

"Don't be nervous. I don't blame you." Su Ping said softly. He could see the panic on the girl's face and tried his best to comfort her.

"Since it wasn't intentional, it doesn't matter. But next time, be careful and don't hit anyone again."

The girl stood there with her mouth slightly open. She had imagined that the other party would be hysterical, that she might curse at her, and even that she might make many demands because of this.

But she never expected that the other party would have such a gentle attitude, with a slight smile on his face, as if he was afraid of scaring her.

This attitude made the girl even more ashamed. She buried her head deeply, not daring to lift it up at all, nor dare to look at the smiling face.

She couldn't help but wonder, why would such a person exist? Why would such a person be hit by her? Why wasn't the person hit an unforgivable villain?

The self-blame in her heart was even stronger, and it overwhelmed the pride that this race was born with, so she could only dare to repeat in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Su Ping did not speak, but waited for her to finish her words, or to vent her emotions, before continuing: "I know, I have forgiven you, no need to say more."

"I'm sorry..." the girl said for the last time, gnashing her newly replaced teeth. Two crystal drops of tears slid down and wet the white sheets, like snow mixed with raindrops.

Silence, no one spoke, the room was quiet, like the night after the night fell, the ticking, intermittent sound, like dinner at midnight caressing the window.

Su Ping still didn't speak, because he was not familiar with the girl, and speaking rashly might only backfire.

He looked at the ill-fitting clothes on the girl and thought that one of the senior schoolmates or the nurse here must have helped her change them.

At first glance, it seemed as if I saw my former self, wearing other people's clothes that didn't fit me, and because I was very afraid of being criticized by others, I was always apologizing desperately.

Later, when I had someone to rely on, once the person in my eyes and heart was out of sight, I would feel flustered, as if there was an unsheathed sword behind me, piercing my back and making my spine cold.

He had had such an experience before, so he did not blame the girl. He also had a compassionate heart, so he was very tolerant towards her. Such a person, perhaps, should not be a businessman at all.

Because between etiquette and honesty, he chose the latter. Unless he was dealing with someone who was inherently evil, he absolutely did not want to resort to deception.

Confucius once said: Be lenient with others and strict with yourself.

Su Ping didn't know how far he had gone, but if possible, he would continue to do so forever, until his death.

As time passed by, the girl seemed to calm down a little. She raised her bandaged left hand and wiped away the tears on her face.

She raised her head, her eyes slightly red, and looked at Su Ping, whose eyes had never left her. She opened her mouth, but was speechless...

She didn't know what to say or what to say. In her confusion, she remembered what the teacher had said: treat people with courtesy.

"Hello." The girl's voice was very soft, and she seemed not to dare to speak too loudly.

"Hello." Su Ping replied. Seeing that she had calmed down, he smiled again. Her little face made it hard for people to stay away from her.

The girl was stunned for a moment, her eyes flashed, and she quickly lowered her head and asked in a trembling voice: "Master, the master called you Zi'an, is that your name?"

"It's my courtesy name, but not my given name." Su Ping said slowly, "My name is Su Ping, and the teacher gave me the courtesy name Zi'an. You can call me Su Ping, or Su Zi'an."

"There are names and characters..." the little girl murmured, confusion in her eyes. That is the barrier that children will have when looking at the unknown world, like a clear spring that is blocked and can never see the light of day.

A name, a name... It was something she never had, and something she didn’t need to have in the past. After all, in the wilderness, there was no need to refer to herself in this way.

"Does everyone have a name?" The girl seemed to summon up all her courage and use all the strength she had when fighting with other wild animals for food to ask this question.

Su Ping said without hesitation: "Everyone has it."

The girl's eyes dimmed, and the little light that was already left became even scarcer, as if it had been taken away by an unknown force.

"But it doesn't matter if you don't have one. A name is just a code name, a name that others call you. It's not absolutely indispensable."

"Without a name, you are still you, nothing will change!"

Su Ping noticed that the girl was acting strange and tried to persuade her.

"But..." The girl hesitated and said weakly, "But without a name, how can I... be known, remembered, and talked to?"

"This..." Su Ping was speechless when asked, and at the same time, the memories of that time came back to him.

Under an eave, a thin boy was eating some leftovers from a bowl, while passers-by looked at him with a hint of contempt in their eyes.

Regardless of whether they are men or women, young or old, and whether they are dressed respectably or in old, worn-out cloth, they all despise and even trample on a person from the bottom of their hearts.

But who made that boy grow up eating food from many families? He deserved all of this, but there was one thing that was the most desolate and hurtful.

Those people called him by nothing more than, "Hey, hey, over there..."

There are so many "names" but they don't sound like people's names. Instead, they seem like exchanging items. They are not even as good as pets or poultry. They are far inferior.

The past scenes came to Su Ping's mind, causing his head to ache again. He frowned slightly and had to close his eyes and rub his temples to slowly recover.

But such behavior frightened the girl. She hurriedly thought about what she had done wrong and thought that she had said something wrong, causing the boy's pain.

Then, Su Ping, who had recovered, opened his eyes and saw the girl. He looked anxious and muttered something in his mouth, as if something big and extraordinary was about to happen.

"What's wrong?" Su Ping asked.

The girl was startled, her body trembling slightly, and then she came to her senses and stammered, "I, I shouldn't have said that. I hurt you again. I'm sorry!"

Su Ping was caught off guard by these words. After a moment, he explained, "No, I just remembered something. It has nothing to do with you. Don't blame yourself."

"Really, it's not my problem?"

"Really, really, I didn't lie to you!"

The girl then breathed a sigh of relief, and her expression was as if she had survived a disaster.

Su Ping also sighed in his heart. This girl's mood was too changeable. The change just now should be comparable to the ups and downs of the world in the turbulent times of ancient times, when the old master was replaced by the new.

I secretly made a decision in my heart that I would say less emotional words in front of this girl in the future, otherwise it would be easy to make her cry.

Such a good-looking girl looks better when she smiles. Although tears in the eyes are a bit funny, it’s good to have them occasionally. Too much of a smile will be too much.

The girl hesitated for a moment and then asked, "Where should I find my name?"

"I don't know either. It depends on you." Su Ping said slowly.

"Can you come up with a name yourself?"

"OK."

"I...I don't know what to call myself."

"Think about it slowly, there will always be results."

The conversation in the room went quite well, but those waiting outside the door were already getting a little impatient.

Zeng Xi, Ran Ziyou and Yan Ziyuan were taken by Confucius to sit on chairs in the corridor. However, they felt a little uneasy as there had been no movement for such a long time.

"No, something happened?" Ran Ziyu asked hesitantly.

In response, Yan Ziyuan and Zeng Xi rolled their eyes at him, "Can you hope for something good?"

"Children's words are without restraint, children's words are without restraint!"

"You two, the teacher is here, so be careful with your words." Ran Ziyu patted his thigh.

Confucius heard this and smiled, "No need. I won't say anything to you because of this. After all, unless it's necessary, it's really annoying to be pedantic. So, why not speak more fluently?"

"Students understand." The three of them bowed.

Ran Ziyou sighed softly and asked, "Master, it seems that my junior brother and that girl are having a very pleasant conversation, but I don't know how long it will take. Would you like to go and rest first?"

Zeng Xi and Yan Ziyuan looked at each other, smiled slightly, then turned to look at the Master and also advised:

"We are here for the best. Master, please take care of your health. Please go and rest."

"Yes, Master, you are our teacher. I cannot bear to see you working so hard. Please go and have a rest."

"You guys..." Without waiting for Confucius to refuse, the three continued to persuade him, taking turns to talk about issues at the national level and the impact on students in the years to come.

It seems that if Confucius was gone, Teyvat would be missing half of its literary works, like classic works and gifts from virtue. Although this is a bit exaggerated, who knows if it is true?

"Okay, I'm not that fragile. There's nothing wrong with waiting here. You can do whatever you want." How could Confucius not know what these three students were thinking, so he just laid it out.

Then, it was the turn of the three of them to look at each other, then they all bowed and said, "Thank you, Master. We will live up to your trust!"

"Hmm?" Confucius stroked his beard, and a rare look of confusion appeared in his eyes, which were filled with vicissitudes of life.

Then, this Confucian sage who was over fifty years old stood up and looked at the three students who were lying on top of each other by the door, with an unreadable expression on his face.

Then, the three became four people, all watching the scene inside through the crack of the door.

Yan Ziyuan hesitated for a long time and couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Master, this... is not in accordance with etiquette, right?"

"It is indeed a violation, but since the three of you have committed it, I should take on the responsibility of a teacher and supervise you."

"Trouble you, Master!"

Inside the room, Su Ping couldn't turn his head, and the girl didn't look in the direction of the door, so neither of them noticed that there were eyes outside the door.

Therefore, Su Ping's next words will stay with him for a long time...