Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

"It's finished. Young Master Nan can take a look." Su Ping stepped forward and made way for him, leaving the best viewing spot for him.

Nan Zhangsheng let out two "ohs" sounds, climbed up, and looked at the poem he had just written, or rather, the lyrics, because the parallelism was not very neat.

"The rain hits the yellow flowers and they fall. A shepherd boy rides by on a cow. He is wearing a straw raincoat and walks slowly. The shepherd's flute plays in response to the scene. Perhaps three notes can be heard. The distant view is only hazy."

"Hmm..." Nan Zhangsheng murmured, savoring the charm of the poem. Although it sounded very much like a doggerel poem, it was not really like that.

Su Ping also looked at the lyrics he had written. He had not thought too much about them when he started writing them just now, but now it seemed that they were just a bunch of flowery words.

However, if he wanted to change it, he could, but it would take some time to study the words carefully. This kind of thing could not be rushed.

After looking for a long time, Nan Zhangsheng raised his head, looked at Su Ping with a smile, and said slowly: "If heaven had not given birth to you, Su Ping, the world of literature would have been dark forever!"

Su Ping's eyelids jumped, he cleared his throat, and said: "Mr. Nan, please use less such words. If it gets out, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to 'live'!"

"Hehe, I spoke too quickly, but it is said that the teacher's work is passed on to the disciples, and the disciples can also accept the teacher's praise. Zhang Zai once said that if Confucius had not been born, the world would have been dark forever."

"Now, of course, I can also say that if heaven had not given birth to you, Su Ping, the civilisation would have been as dark as a long night. What has happened will inevitably happen. This is the so-called beginning, and there is a way for the end... ah blah blah."

"That's what I mean anyway."

Su Ping remained silent. He had become somewhat accustomed to this man's many words. However, this was also a good idea. Judging from his words, it was also a good choice.

"By the way, what is the name of this word?" asked Nan Zhangsheng.

Su Ping said without hesitation: "Haruno."

"Then the duplication rate is a bit high." Nan Zhangsheng thought: "How about taking the name of a tune and then adding a suffix?"

"Spring Fields: Shepherd Boys Wandering in the Rain." Su Ping said the name casually.

Unexpectedly, Nan Zhangsheng seemed to agree with it and said with a smile: "Brother Su really wins my heart. Such an easy-to-understand name will definitely become a big hit!"

"Then let's make it like this. I wonder how much Mora Brother Su usually submits for his articles? I'll go get it, and we'll settle the payment!"

“The price of Thousand Rocks Fu is about 20,000 yuan. I haven’t collected the fee for Yin Feng yet, so I don’t know.” Su Ping thought that since it was his first time doing business, he should not overcharge others. Steady income is the key.

"Well, Brother Su and I seem to have the same interests. Since we are doing business with friends, I will give you a friendly price, how about 30,000? How about that?" Nan Zhangsheng asked with a smile.

Su Ping smiled and said, "Good, great good."

"Haha, I'll go get the money, Brother Su, please do as you please." Nan Zhangsheng jumped up and ran out the door, disappearing in a flash.

Su Ping was in the room, shaking his head slightly, thinking that this man was too credulous. He actually kept someone he had just met in the room. If he was a person with bad intentions, Nan Zhangsheng would be in danger.

But when Su Ping thought about this, another question came to his mind: why did he always think that he was gullible instead of thinking that he was innocent and polite to others?

From all the things that happened since they met, Nan Zhangsheng seemed to have a sincere heart, and his call of "Brother Su" also sounded genuine.

Su Ping believed that he was good at observing people's thoughts. Unless Nan Zhangsheng was a more experienced person than him, he would have established a friendship.

But after the conversation just now, Su Ping was more convinced, or confirmed that Nan Zhangsheng was not a real child.

If we have to say, it is at least more likely that he has lived a second life, but it is possible that he was not very old in his previous life, so he often behaves in a way that is not appropriate for his age.

Instead of trying every possible means to attribute others to the fact that they were born prodigies with a smart mind, from this point of view, Su Ping's worries were reduced a little.

"Brother Su, I've brought Mora here. Do you think we should sign a contract or something?" Nan Zhangsheng said with a happy smile, his hands behind his back.

Su Ping came back to his senses and glanced at the woman behind Nan Zhangsheng who was helping to hold the banknotes. He then retracted his gaze and said slowly, "Since we are friends, there is no need for a contract."

"That's great. Brother Su, if you write poems in the future and don't want to go through the trouble of waiting for review, just come to me directly. I guarantee I will accept them!" Nan Zhangsheng patted his chest and laughed.

Su Ping took the money from the woman, put it in his arms, nodded and said, "This is natural, good things should be kept within the family!"

"Right..." After hearing this, Nan Zhangsheng continued to talk nonstop. In the end, Su Ping didn't take what he said too seriously.

Because wherever there is room for argument, Nan Zhangsheng seems to fill it in without leaving any room for negotiation and not letting anything fall through.

At most, Su Ping would respond occasionally, doing a favor and stabilizing the relationship he had just established, so as to lay a foundation for the price of selling poems in the future.

After chatting for a while, Su Ping excused himself and left, saying that his fellow student was still in the teahouse. Nan Zhangsheng saw him to the gate outside and waved goodbye.

The middle-aged woman next to him smiled softly and said, "Little boss has grown up. He knows how to bring his friends home to play. But why is it over so soon? Grandma hasn't seen enough!"

"Auntie, why do you like to take advantage of me just like Ying'er?" Nan Zhangsheng curled his lips. Since the mother and daughter picked him up, he had no worries about food and clothing, but he had suffered a lot.

"Oh my, how can you say grandma looks like your mom? You should say your mom looks like grandma."

"What are you talking about? Whose grandmother is only 35, and whose mother is only ten years older than her child!"

"If kissing doesn't work, then having sex with someone is fine. They're not biological children, but they're better than biological children!"

Nan Zhangsheng was speechless. He knew that if he continued talking like this, it would never end. Even if he was very successful outside, he could not beat this woman at home.

Respect is one thing, but not being able to explain it to the truth is another. Under all circumstances, Nan Zhangsheng kept silent and let the woman perform a solo.

Perhaps the woman saw what the child was thinking, for she smiled with her lips trembling with laughter, and her mature body, which still retained its charm, swayed from side to side.

Fortunately, Nan Zhangsheng is still a human being, not a beast, otherwise who knows what might have happened at this moment. "Auntie, please pay attention to your image. We are still outside."

"So you mean, we can just go home?" The woman's eyes flashed, and without giving Nan Zhangsheng a chance to answer, she grabbed him and dragged him into the house, then kicked the door shut heavily.

"Come, grandma will check your body for you. Be good, it won't hurt!"

"No, don't come over here!" Nan Zhangsheng was pressed on the table by the woman's hand. He couldn't move at all, and his limbs were powerless. He was like a lamb to be slaughtered.

The woman stretched out her free hand, pulled open his high collar, and chuckled, "Don't worry, it will be fine soon. This time, auntie will be gentle and won't hurt you!"

"The medicine powder on the table is obviously not that!" Nan Zhangsheng's eyes turned red with anxiety, and he shouted hurriedly: "Auntie, it's useless to treat my illness with Liyue's traditional scraping method!"

The woman groaned, looking at the black scales on the child's back and the back of his neck, and said in astonishment: "It's impossible. I clearly scraped off a lot of them last time, and I could even see the skin. How could it be..."

"I've told you before, this disease cannot be cured by ordinary means. Auntie, please let me go first." Nan Zhangsheng always felt uncomfortable when people were staring at the strange parts of his body.

It’s not because of the problem of dislike, but because there is a feeling that I am an alien, an unlovable existence, and a disaster star that would be driven away if I were born in a village.

The woman released him and helped him put on his high-collared suit, which was specially made to prevent anyone from seeing the black scales on the back of the child's neck.

Nan Zhangsheng sat down on the chair, trembling for some unknown reason, then looked at the woman who was frowning slightly, smiled and said, "I'm fine. Since I've had this disease since I was a child, it must be congenital. What else can I do?"

"It's not like it's incurable. If it really doesn't work, I'll ask a foreign doctor to come and see you." The woman sighed.

Ever since the child was picked up by her and her daughter, he has been very well behaved and never cries or makes a fuss. He is really like a god. Unfortunately, he has a strange disease that cannot be cured.

Even the Liyue doctors with a long history were invited by the woman, including those she had heard of, both famous and unknown, but there was no progress.

Nan Zhangsheng seemed to be the least worried person. He always lived his life with a smile on his face and never showed a lonely look in the eyes of others, even though he had never played with his peers since he was a child...

"Forget it, Auntie. It's unnecessary and a waste of time and money." Nan Zhangsheng shook his head, completely losing his arrogant look from before.

"Nonsense! If you are sick, you must treat it. Otherwise, if you delay it for too long, your body will have problems sooner or later. You don't have to say anything. I will leave next month!" The woman waved her hand, her tone firm.

Nan Zhangsheng opened his mouth, but could not utter a word, and could only nod silently.

The inside of the house was wonderful, and the outside was also nice. When Su Ping returned to the teahouse, Ying'er had disappeared, and only three fellow students were left sitting at the table.

The three of them all sat upright, refilled their pot of tea, and listened to the storyteller, who was forced to do the job, reciting the wonderful stories of the Guhua School.

“My three fellow students, how did you end up like this?” Su Ping shook his head and laughed.

"Alas, it's because I'm not good at talking. Before I could say a few words, the girl ran away. It's true that there is no peach blossom in your life." Yan Ziyuan said with a sigh.

Zeng Xi smiled and advised: "Okay, the past is gone with the wind, the road is still under your feet, walk well."

As he said this, he patted Ran Ziyu on the shoulder.

"It doesn't matter, but the girl said before she left that I should pay more attention to the child. What does that mean?" Ran Ziyou frowned, puzzled.

Su Ping half-closed his eyes and explained faintly: "Most likely, it is to ask you, brother Ziyou, to take care of the so-called younger brothers at home."