Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

Time passed, Su Ping had been waiting outside the door for an hour, but the door of the wooden house still showed no signs of opening, as if it would remain silent.

No matter how calm and composed Su Ping had been before, he was now completely panicked. As a son, he could not calm down.

Father, father... these two words kept echoing in Su Ping's heart.

His feelings now were not exactly the same as when his mother passed away. If the last time he killed someone decisively, then this time it was like putting him in an unheated oil pan, and as the temperature slowly rose, it was extremely painful.

Until Aunt Zhang, who had not seen her family return for a long time, came rushing over with food after hearing about it, and brought them lunch without opening the door.

Uncle Zhang was holding a steamed bun in his hand, half of which he had already eaten. However, this was the result of a long time passing by. The reason why this rough man who usually ate in big mouthfuls changed his way of eating to such an "elegant" way was because of another man.

The one who ate even less than him was Su Ping. The steamed bun in his hand had only a little skin broken. If you didn't look carefully, you couldn't tell it was for this meal.

In fact, Su Ping knew that he should eat something, otherwise he would damage his body and it would be inconvenient to take care of the patient. However, when the food actually entered his mouth, he could not swallow it.

Even if it was just a little bit, even if it tasted like chewing wax, Su Ping would force himself to swallow it. However, the feeling he had once again filled his body, making his heart seem to block his appetite and making it difficult to swallow.

Even though Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang persuaded him again and again, the bun was only a finger size smaller, but Su Ping needed both hands to hold the bun...

Time passed again, and another half an hour passed. Su Ping's eyes had been fixed on the door a quarter of an hour ago, with anxiety and an uncertain expression.

He stared at it, as if he wanted to see through the door to see what was inside, but no matter how hard he stared, his gaze could not penetrate the door. He could not see inside, let alone know his father's situation or whether he was out of danger.

Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang stood aside, also looking worried. They had watched Su grow up, and although they were not their biological son, they were not much different.

A distant relative is not as good as a close neighbor. Even though Su Ping's family no longer has any other relatives, this moment fully demonstrates this saying.

While waiting, the door finally opened, and the old doctor walked out slowly with his hands behind his back. His face was calm, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or sad about the patient's outcome.

The elderly Doctor Zhang spoke slowly when he saw the strange looks from the three people waiting outside the door.

"Given the patient's condition, it's impossible to recover. I've said this before. Remember to come to me every month and get some medicine for external and internal use to relieve the pain."

"The cost of straightening the dislocated bone this time is 80,000, and the medicine for this month is 50,000. Together, it's 130,000 Mora, which is just enough. You can carry the man back later. Be gentle, as he can't stand too much shaking right now!"

Su Ping looked bitter and remained silent.

Uncle Zhang thanked the doctor, then went in with Aunt Zhang and used a stretcher borrowed from the doctor to carry their little boy Su.

Along the way, Uncle Zhang, who used to move his arms and legs vigorously, slowed down his pace and almost walked on tiptoe. Although he was not used to it, he would always hold back his steps when he thought of the sleeping Su boy behind him.

Aunt Zhang helped carry the stretcher from behind. Regardless of whether Su Ping was strong enough or not, or whether his body shape was suitable, the simple woman would not let a child do anything beyond his ability, simply because he was a child and she was the elder.

What's more, if Su Yue fell again, even if there were gods in the world, they wouldn't be able to save him.

Su Ping followed them in silence all the way. The way home seemed to take a lot longer than usual. It took them nearly half an hour to reach the door.

It was also for this reason that Su Ping often looked at his father. Although he had fallen asleep, the discomfort hidden between his brows could not be shaken off in his heart.

After returning home, Uncle Zhang helped carry Su Yue to his bed. Due to his waist injury, he still needed to lie on his stomach.

Before leaving, the couple gave Su Ping a few instructions, which were nothing more than telling him to come to them next door if he had any difficulties, as they were all family and there was no need to think too much.

Su Ping agreed to all of them. After seeing the two of them off, he turned around and looked at his father. An inevitable worry appeared on his face, which turned into a sigh, leaving him helpless and speechless.

The next day, the number of people coming to ask for calligraphy did not decrease. In order not to disturb his father's rest, Su Ping moved the table outside.

As expected, Jiang Youyi was also there to help collect the things so that Su Ping could write better. Although the difference was not big, it showed that she put in a lot of effort.

At noon, Su Ping looked at today's harvest and thought about how to get through the next day. Relying on these things, he could indeed live a worry-free life.

But this cannot be a permanent livelihood. He will need to earn money for his father's medical expenses every month and ensure that he has decent food so that he can recover to the maximum extent possible.

As for what the old doctor said, that the disease would never be cured, Su Ping didn't quite believe it. It wasn't quite accurate, because it might be related to his family. He thought he should see a few more doctors first.

But this will have to wait until the situation at home is somewhat stable and we don't have to worry about next month's medical expenses, and then my father's health recovers to the point where we can move.

Now he only has 20,000 Mora in his pocket. If it weren't for these people asking for calligraphy, he would have been able to survive the next month without asking for help with these gifts.

However, it will be very difficult, like robbing Peter to pay Paul, to get by.

Seeing that Su Ping seemed to be in deep thought, Jiang Youyi did not interrupt him. The woman held her chin with one hand and looked at him quietly, slightly lost in thought.

There was no love between men and women in that look. Instead, it was as if he was looking at a child, feeling happy and joyful.

When Su Ping came back to his senses, he saw that the other party was looking at him. He couldn't help but touch his nose and said with a smile: "Sister Youyi, are you tired?"

"I'm not tired, why are you asking this?" Jiang Youyi shook her head gently with a gentle expression.

"Then why do you keep looking at me?"

"It looks good, it's so cute, haha."

Su Ping inexplicably felt a sense of danger in his heart, then he coughed twice and said, "It won't happen in a few years."

"So now you have to take a closer look." Jiang Youyi's eyes were half closed, as if there was only this child in her eyes, and nothing else. "When little Su Ping grows up, he will definitely be a handsome man!"

"Thank you, Sister Youyi." Su Ping looked up at the sky, then looked at the woman beside him and asked, "Sister Youyi, do you want to stay for a meal?"

"It's not suitable." Jiang Youyi looked towards the other side of the house intentionally or unintentionally.

Su Ping assured him and then picked up a basket of sesame cakes on the table. "If you don't mind, they are ready and hot!"

"Okay then, consider it as payment for helping you collect your things."

Having said that, if she refused again, it would be too inhumane. At least she should eat something symbolically and put on a little more show.

Su Ping wanted to make sure that even if others could tell it was fake, they would not be able to say anything. He wanted to keep her for dinner because they could be considered friends.

At night, Jiang Youyi had already left, and Su Ping sat beside the bed with a dark medicine soup.

Su Yue looked up at his son without saying a word, but he couldn't hide the guilt and pity on his face.

"Dad, the medicine has been cooled for a while. It's not hot."

Su Yue hummed sullenly, and then reached out to pick up the medicine bowl, but Su Ping dodged him, "Dad, I'll do it. It's inconvenient for you now, and you can't drink it by yourself."

Silence. Su Yue remained silent. Knowing that he could no longer do anything for this family, he sighed softly, then opened his mouth and let his son drink the medicine little by little.

Then, Su Ping put the empty bowl beside the bed and leaned over as if to get something. This seemingly ordinary action made Su Yue's eyelids raise.

"Don't touch it, it's dirty, you're still young, there's no need for you to do it!"

Su Yue, who had been silent, spoke urgently, because Su Ping wanted to take the toilet under the bed. Now that he couldn't get out of bed, he had no choice but to do it this way.

Uncle Zhang came to help yesterday, but he didn't come today. It was Su Ping who was interfering. After all, this is his father, and he will have to rely on himself in the future. It's only a matter of time.

"When I was little, didn't you always pour it for me? Now I pour it for you, what's wrong with that?" Su Ping said, holding his breath and taking out the bucket with a lid.

Even with a lid, there is still a smell coming out, which makes people feel foul when seeing it from a distance.

Su Ping held the bucket firmly, walked out quickly, and poured the bucket into the field where his jujube trees were planted. Then he walked away quickly and took a deep breath.

This is not the end. After emptying the bucket, you have to rinse the water again to prevent the smell from accumulating and becoming stronger.

Although Su Ping still felt a little disgusted about this, he had no objection when he thought that it was for his father and that he would probably have to do so in the future.

Because there is a person who, no matter whether it is hot summer or cold winter, day or night, as long as there is a noise nearby, he will wake up immediately and get up to check.

There is a person who does not find it troublesome or resistant to carrying the bucket and cleans it almost every day.

There was a man whose shoulders were very strong, as if he was a hero who was not afraid of anything, but his strong waist was broken because he had to carry his son on his back.

That person, named father, was what Su Ping had in the eight years since he was born. The memory of this person, the thick warmth and solid arms, made people feel at ease and forget all dangers.

There are usually not many words between fathers and sons, either because they are not good at expressing themselves or do not want to express themselves, which makes most fathers and sons in the world like this.

However, when danger comes, the father will be the tallest mountain, and when the mountain can no longer support him, the son will become a shield to hold up the mountain!

Don't let it collapse, don't let it be alone...