Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

Today, August 17th, is two days since the Moon Festival. According to usual practice, Su Ping should have returned to the private school after today.

However, due to the unexpected events this year, and the fact that he was not going to participate in this study tour in the first place, he wrote a letter and sent it to the private school, explaining the reasons to his teacher.

After doing all this, Su Ping took out another 40,000 Mora bill. He estimated that the banquet would cost about this much money. Even if he gave more, it would be fine. He would not feel bad about giving any amount to Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang's family.

But his family has to make a living too. Besides, if he gives too much, the other party may not accept it and return it to him. Wouldn't it be a waste of time?

Su Ping calculated the time accurately. It was noon. One of Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang had not returned home yet, and the other had gone out to deliver food. It was the perfect time for him to implement his plan as there was no one around.

After looking outside and seeing that no one was around, Su Ping quickly found his way to the door of the house next door.

The door was ajar because it was daytime and there was no need to worry about thieves. Besides, there wasn't much to steal, so naturally it was not locked.

It was precisely this that gave Su Ping the opportunity to secretly send the money in and prevent them from returning it to him.

However, this idea was shattered the moment he opened the door, because sitting on the chair opposite the door was a woman with a pretty face and two pigtails.

"Xiaoping, what are you doing here? Is there something wrong?" This woman could certainly not be anyone else except Xiao Cui. She slowly stood up and walked to the door.

Su Ping did not hide anything when he saw this, and said directly: "Sister Xiao Cui, take these, I'm leaving."

After saying that, he slapped the money on the table, turned around and ran away. Only one sentence came from behind him: "No, come back, we..."

Su Ping did not hear what was said. He ran straight out of the village and ran towards the forest where his mother was buried.

The forest was still as peaceful as ever, allowing people to calm down a bit. Somewhere in the forest, there was a pile of graves and a standing man.

"Dad." Su Ping called the man, panting lightly, and walked to his side.

Su Yue turned his head to look at the child and asked, "Why are you here now?"

Su Ping told the truth about what had just happened, saying that he couldn't go back now, so he came here.

"Is that so?" Su Yue turned around and walked a few steps away, opening the wooden box. "Then let's eat together. Aunt Zhang just sent it to us."

"I just ate at home." Su Ping shook his head.

Su Yue didn't say anything else. He sat on a stone and looked at his wife's tombstone.

Su Ping also walked over and sat next to his father. The father and son sat side by side, both looking at the stele quietly without saying a word.

Gradually, Su Yue finished his meal and put the bowl back into the wooden box. He looked at his son, as if he had something to say, but was struggling.

After a while, it seemed that one side finally won. He opened his mouth and spoke slowly. It seemed that the confession overcame the silence and finally made him speak.

"Ping'er, do you know why your mother wants to be buried here? Because this is the place we like to come most after we confirmed our relationship."

"We caught crickets here, one carried the other on his back to dig out bird nests from the trees, and we talked about what the future would be like and what our children would be like."

A hint of tenderness appeared on Su Yue's face, which was very conspicuous among his dull features. "This forest is very good. Your mother said that she liked coming here before she met me."

"She said she was here, practicing calligraphy with branches on the ground, and using sand to build a house that couldn't even accommodate a person. This place was like her own world, where she could make as much noise as she wanted and no one would bother her."

Su Ping listened to these past events that had never been revealed, and the image of the figure in his mind became more vivid. His father's words continued, but he remained silent because there was no need.

"She said that before she met me, she had never thought about taking bird nests out of trees because it would tear her clothes and she would be scolded by her family. She also had never thought about catching crickets because it was boring to fight with yourself."

"She even said that she had never thought about what her future would be like. She just thought that staying here and playing was good enough. She said that until she met me..."

"I remember that your mother was smiling happily at that time. She also carved a few lines of words on a big stone nearby, but I couldn't understand them."

"She told me that when I can understand it that day, the world will change drastically, and there will be endless sex and rain. But I can't read, and I still don't understand it. I don't know what she wants to say..."

Su Ping's eyes flashed, and he asked, "Dad, are those words still there? I can help you check them."

"It's still there." Su Yue said, looking at the monument, muttering to himself: "Xiaoying, I really have no other choice, let our son help me, okay?"

This question is destined to be unanswerable because they have long been separated from each other. Su Yue asked this purely because he wanted to do so in his heart.

As for the answer to the question, it doesn't matter. Su Ping is their child, carrying what they share.

If Li Ying were still alive, she would probably agree, because it is her child and his child as well.

Su Yue turned his back to the grave mound and walked over there for a dozen steps. He came to a few trees with vines hanging on them. He reached out and pushed those things away, revealing the true appearance of the things.

It was a huge rock, a huge rock with words carved on it. It had been there for who knows how many years. Its only changes were perhaps the traces of weathering and the words carved by a woman.

Su Yue brushed off the dead leaves and dust that had accumulated on the surface, and presented all the words, bit by bit, to his son.

Su Ping looked at those characters whose strokes were not very skillful. After all, these were engravings, which were very different from writing. However, the meaning of these characters was profound.

I leave this message here. If I meet you, Mr. Su, I will be happy when you recognize me. It is a pity that I will not have the chance to meet you in the next life if I meet you in this life.

Su Ping read these words silently, as if she saw that figure again. She was in her youth, holding a man's hand, and wrote these words, which became a poem.

Every word was written with care, as if filled with a smile, because it was indeed a very happy day and an unforgettable moment in her life.

"Ping'er, you don't understand either?" Su Yue suddenly felt unsure, because normally, it shouldn't take that long to read these words.

These are the words his wife left behind before she died, but he is illiterate and cannot understand the meaning. This is a tragedy.

He hated himself so much. He hated himself for not learning to read and why he thought reading was useless. If he had studied hard at the beginning, he wouldn't be in this situation today.

His heart was filled with regret which turned into a long sigh. Who could have expected the sudden death of a good person? Eight out of ten things in life are not as we wish, but there are a few that are satisfactory, which are hard to describe and understand.

Su Ping came to his senses. The figure in his eyes disappeared, leaving only the words. He rubbed his eyes and said slowly: "I can understand it, but the meaning of it may need to be translated."

"Leave some words here. We can see each other through the words. When you can understand it, I will be very happy, and you should be too."

"In this life, I am very lucky to meet you. I just don't know if we can meet again in the next life, and if we can be like this now. I hate the heavens!"

Su Ping kept looking at his father while he was speaking. If the other party did not understand something, he would immediately stop explaining. However, it seemed that what he said was still quite easy to understand.

"Xiaoying, was this what you wanted to tell me at that time?" Su Yue murmured in a low voice, his palm covering one of the words. He did not feel the coldness, but only felt the softness that was just right.

Su Ping did not say anything. The meaning of this translation was what he got based on what his father had just said, his own insights, and his recollection of his mother's personality.

Even if it is wrong, it can only be wrong. Now there is no way to prove it, so what can we do?

But Su Ping had never imagined that his mother was such a romantic person. He had never expected this at first, but the facts were before him and he had no choice but to believe it.

This is the change of time, and also the difference in people's experiences. When his mother was with his father, she was a beautiful girl, but when she was with him, she was dignified and never strayed.

Even if it was by chance, there were a few times when Jiao Qiao accidentally appeared, but he could not associate it with the present. At this point, Su Ping could not help but sigh again and again.

The words are there and the person is there, but the person is gone. What is there in this world is the thoughts left behind by the deceased, and they are her loved ones and closest relatives. What is gone are also their loved ones and closest relatives.

When written out and read, the words sound the same, but there is still one word different. This one word seems to be an insurmountable gap that cannot be crossed.

"Dad?" Su Ping raised his head and looked at the man with his eyes closed, with a puzzled look on his face.

Su Yue did not answer, nor did he open his eyes. He still kept his eyes closed in deep thought. After a long time, his eyes suddenly opened, revealing the same look that he once had, as if the sky could be saved.

Perhaps it was the words his wife left behind that inspired him, or perhaps the confusion of the past few days had made him tired, or perhaps the child's words reached his heart and made him recover a lot as if he had just woken up from a dream. All of these are possible.

No matter which one it is, it is a good thing. At least he has recovered. Su Yue looked at his son again and said slowly: "Tomorrow, Dad will have to go to help again."

"Got it. Don't worry, Dad. I'll take care of the remaining five days." Su Ping nodded. He watched his father regain his spirits, and of course he had no reason to be depressed anymore.

Su Yue reached out his hand and touched his son's head as usual, then spread out the vines and covered the boulder again. It was impossible to tell what was going on from the outside.

The father and son walked out of the forest side by side, one holding the wooden box in his hand, and the other thinking about how to avoid giving away the money.

If you look from a distance, perhaps in the dimness, their figures will change...