Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

August 15th is the lunar festival. The moon on this night is the fullest in the year, representing family reunion.

It's just that it's still morning, so there's no bright moon in the sky. Instead, there are white clouds floating in the sky, the sun is round and bright, and the sky is clear.

Su Ping sat at the desk in the dormitory. The other three seats were empty. There were only three finely crafted folding fans, the kind most favored by scholars and writers.

The fan is made of ebony, with handwritten ink words on the fan surface, which is elegant and unyielding. The bamboo, which is also ink-colored, seems to foreshadow how indomitable and strong the owner of the fan is.

These three fans were what Su Ping bought for his three fellow students two days ago as "return gifts". Each fan cost 15,000 Mora, which was 5,000 Mora less than the red envelopes they gave him.

Su Ping still remembered the red envelope, so the remaining 5,000 or more Mora would be given back to the children of his three senior brothers in the future.

"Alas, I'm the last one to leave again." Su Ping stretched lazily, as if he was always the first to come and the last to leave.

This seemed to have no pattern, but it kept going on like this. Su Ping couldn't tell what the reason was, but he always felt that there seemed to be some meaning.

This feeling of being about to realize something, but always missing a chance, was a headache. Su Ping simply stopped thinking about it, shook his head, and prepared to go home later.

"There are still 155,000 Mora. I will take it out after my birthday. There will also be royalties from the new book, which should be quite a bit." Su Ping patted the bills in his arms and felt a little relieved.

And then I suddenly remembered that after the Moon Festival, the Master would go on another study tour. This trip would take at least two years, much longer than the last time.

Su Ping hadn't decided yet whether to go with them. After all, it seemed like a good idea to stay at home for two years.

His thoughts wandered. He sat at the table, smiled to himself, shook his head, and murmured in self-mockery: "I'm still so homesick at this age. If this gets out, I'm afraid people will laugh at me to death..."

"Well, laugh if you want. It's not embarrassing anyway..."

After a while, there was finally a noise outside the dormitory. At the door of Dormitory A3, a middle-aged man pushed open the door and shouted urgently: "Su Ping! Come back to the village with me!"

Su Ping was stunned. He was wondering why the person who came to pick him up this time was not his father, but Uncle Zhang, who seemed very anxious. The people behind him were also villagers, and their faces looked a little strange.

"Don't just stand there, Xiaoying is dying, we have to go back quickly!" Uncle Zhang picked up Su Ping and ran out.

Su Ping kept running all the way, and the only sounds in his ears were hurried footsteps and heavy breathing. Apart from that, he heard nothing else.

The words "Xiaoying is dying now" were still echoing in his mind. It was not until he was put down in front of his door with his feet touching the ground that he seemed to wake up and stared blankly into the house.

His mother was lying on the bed, her beautiful face was bloodless, as pale as paper, veins popped out on her forehead, cold sweat dripped down. This shocking scene made Su Ping's heart ache.

Su Ping raised his foot, not knowing how he moved. Without even looking at anyone else, he walked straight to the bedside, his throat rolling, trying not to say a word. He couldn't utter even a single word at the moment, it was stuck in his heart.

Li Ying, who was lying on the bed, seemed to realize that her son had returned. She tried her best to open her eyes, wanting to take another look at the child who brought comfort to her heart.

There was endless tenderness in her eyes, as if she wanted to stop right there, far away at this moment. She was like this, and so was Su Ping.

But birth, aging, sickness and death are the irreversible laws of the world. Once your destiny is over, you can no longer stay. After this glance, there is nothing more.

Li Ying's eyes closed, and the faint breathing just now disappeared. She was dead...

Su Ping suddenly lost all his strength and sat down on the ground, his hands trembling, like a drowning man trying to grab something but always failing.

His face was dull, with only two lines of tears constantly flowing down and dripping onto the ground. There seemed to be no end in sight, just like this sadness that had no boundaries and could not be seen at a glance.

There was another man beside the bed. He stood there silently without saying a word. The person on the bed was his wife, the love of his life.

The departure of his beloved at this moment did not make him shed tears. There was nothing else in his eyes but an empty radiance, as if nothing could stir up this calm state.

Perhaps what can better reflect sadness than shedding tears is the lack of expression, because the heart is dead and there is no other thought about this world anymore. This is the sorrow of the soul, the sorrow that hurts the body, mind and soul...

"Alas." A long sigh came from the mouth of an old man among the crowd standing in the house. Even his beard was gray, and he looked very old.

After a while, the old man took a few steps forward, patted Su Yue on the shoulder, and said slowly: "The condition has deteriorated too seriously and too quickly... There is no way to save him..."

"Please accept my condolences and take care of the funeral." The old man shook his head and sighed again. He turned and walked towards the door. The crowded crowd immediately made way for him to pass.

Before the old man left, he looked back at the door, guilt flashed in his eyes, and he shook his head and left.

After the old man left, the people watching outside looked at each other, then looked at the father and son outside the door, and talked about something.

"Even Doctor Zhang can't cure it. What's wrong with this?"

"How would I know? It shouldn't be contagious, right?..."

"If it's contagious, Doctor Zhang would have told us to be on guard against it. Is there any need for you to tell us? But this family is pitiful, alas..."

Outside the door, Uncle Zhang covered his face and wiped it a few times, then looked at those people, his eyebrows raised and his eyes sharp, as if the anger in his heart was about to be suppressed.

"Hey, Uncle Zhang, we are the ones who are talking too much. Please don't do anything. We are leaving now, right now!"

Those people smiled awkwardly, then turned and left. I don’t know whether they didn’t dare to look back or felt it was bad luck, but they left in a hurry.

Uncle Zhang snorted coldly, then closed his eyes and tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart. He had been feeling uncomfortable these days, and someone dared to say these things in front of him. Isn't that asking for a fight?

Aunt Zhang stood beside him, wiped her tears with her hand, and looked at the father and son in the room, her tears streaming down her face.

After a moment of calming down, the middle-aged woman sobbed and said, "Dad, call the neighbors away and let them have some quiet time first."

Uncle Zhang didn't respond, but just nodded. Then the couple went together to slowly evacuate the crowd.

The place, which was originally bustling with people, gradually became quiet and returned to its normal state, but there were still some differences.

Aunt Zhang stood in front of Su Yue, tears welling in her eyes. Her already wrinkled eye sockets looked even more wrinkled because of the frown, and she looked a little older.

Her voice became hoarse, and she said slowly: "Su Yue, please take care of Su Ping. Your aunt and uncle will go back first. Remember to come if there is anything. Don't carry it all by yourself, okay?"

Su Yue opened his mouth slightly, then closed it again and nodded, as dull as a puppet, as if he would be manipulated by anyone if someone pulled the strings.

Aunt Zhang looked at Su Ping, who was lying on the ground, and reached out to pick him up and put him on a chair. "It's getting cold, so be careful. I'm leaving."

After saying that, the middle-aged woman sighed, pulled the silent Uncle Zhang out of the house, and closed the door behind her, probably to let the father and son inside have some quiet time.

The room was indeed very quiet, as quiet as if darkness had enveloped the entire earth. There was no bright moon or any stars to serve as a guide in the darkness.

tick tock...

Su Ping's tears have not yet dried up, wetting his clothes. This trace that has come from nowhere, perhaps this trace will disappear at some point in time.

It is hard to grasp and elusive, like the separation between life and death. It comes so hastily and passes in a flash, but it has existed and is unforgettable and will be remembered for a lifetime.

"Dad..." Su Ping opened his mouth. His voice was hoarse, and it sounded like the friction of old objects. It lacked the usual childishness.

Su Yue still didn't answer, but walked over, stretched out his big hand, put it on his son's head, and touched it gently.

Su Ping's eyes were blurry, and he couldn't see his father's expression clearly. He could only feel the warmth on his head. Those rough big hands were the backbone of this family.

Home… Su Ping closed his eyes, but tears continued to flow out, but this time, they were no longer silent, but with more screams, shrill and desolate.

The crying sounded unpleasant, perhaps crying was just like that. But when Su Yue heard it, it made his dilated pupils slightly focus.

In his eyes, he could only see one thing now, the child in front of him, his son, the person his wife missed until her death.

"Dad, why?" Su Ping said with difficulty: "Why didn't you tell me earlier? Why so late?"

Su Yue's face was filled with grief, and after hearing this, he felt even more bitter. After a long pause, he finally spoke, "She wouldn't let me..."

"No." Su Ping lowered his head and murmured, then gritted his teeth and said, "Are you afraid that I will worry outside, or are you afraid that Mora will not be enough, so... you didn't tell me, right?"

"It's like this, she said that her son should be making money again now, so he should keep the money. There's no need...no need to spend it on her, it's useless!"

When Su Yue said the last three words, his hands were trembling, and he felt very uncomfortable. How could it be useless? If she could be cured, or even just relieved, no matter how much Mora he had to borrow, no matter how humbly he had to beg others.

He was willing to do anything because she was his daughter-in-law, the closest and most beloved person in his life. For this person, he would do anything.

As long as his wife can be cured, as long as the disease can really be cured, then... he will have no regrets.