Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

Chapter 217 The Little Elves from Childhood

On the busy street, Ningguang handed the contract to Baiwen who was standing beside her. Then she whispered a few words in his ear and he left. Then she closed her eyes and looked at the handsome young man on the other side.

Her peach blossom eyes were full of love, making it hard to figure out what she was thinking. Her white hair was whiter than snow, and her graceful figure was full of light. She said slowly, "Why don't you stay for a while? I was thinking we could improve our relationship!"

Su Ping quickly replied, looking sincere: "I saw that Sister Ningguang had no intention of staying, so I wanted to leave directly."

Ningguang asked again: "But how did little brother know that I didn't want to stay?"

Su Ping blurted out, "Generally speaking, after signing the contract, it would be useless to stay. Besides, I believe that Sister Ningguang is not the kind of woman who would run away immediately after seeing her friends become rich. She is untainted by the world and untainted by the mud!"

Ningguang smiled when she heard that. "I'm just kidding. You're so scared? Are you still the majestic and powerful Sergeant Su?"

Su Ping smiled and said, "Even a hero cannot resist the temptation of beauty!"

Ningguang snorted softly, as if to assent to his words, then spread out her palms and placed them in front of her.

This was such an obvious hint, it was almost as if he had said it directly. Of course, Su Ping couldn't fail to understand what it meant. He took the woman's hand, interlocked their fingers, and walked towards their home on the commercial street.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

After Keqing entered the house, her grandfather rushed into the house first, spread out the paper like a whirlwind, and then waited quietly for his beautiful girl to come in.

"Grandfather, you didn't make things difficult for them, did you?" Unexpectedly, the young girl Keqing blurted out these words. After all, she felt that the old man's expression was not right since she entered the door.

Wan Song was not surprised at all. Perhaps he was used to it. He said gently, "Of course not. There are not many gentle merchants like grandpa in Teyvat!"

Keqing was puzzled and asked, "Then why did they look so strange just now?"

The girl who is decisive and resolute in her actions is actually very sensitive. Sometimes, even an insignificant action in the eyes of others will be speculated and pondered by her for a long time before she dares to determine the other person's thoughts.

Wan Song immediately looked aggrieved, "Grandfather's good Aqing doesn't believe in Grandfather anymore..."

“Grandfather!” Keqing said seriously, “I am speaking seriously to you. You really didn’t embarrass them or Miss Ningguang, did you?”

Wan Song put away his frightened expression and explained, "Really? Could it be that Aqing never mentioned their grandfather to them, just like you never mentioned your friends to your grandfather? Otherwise...

So they must be too surprised. In fact, if they are Aqing's true friends, then it would be okay to introduce grandpa to them or bring him back as a guest."

Keqing hesitated for a moment and asked, "But hasn't grandpa been doing academic research and needs a quiet place? And he doesn't want to expose the situation at home to Liyue Harbor?"

Wan Song's eyebrows were gentle, and his wrinkled face was very kind. He said slowly: "Books can be read at any time, and research can be interrupted and then continued, but it is more important for grandfather's good Aqing to bring her good friends to visit our home.

As for concealing the fact, after becoming famous, Grandfather tried his best to hide it from this Rock Port, and he has kept it a secret for most of his life. Now that his grandchildren are almost grown up, it is not impossible to tell some of his granddaughter's good friends about it!"

The old man had a slightly hunched figure, and his words seemed even more humble. He no longer had the same aura as before. He was like an empty-nest elderly man, hoping that his children and grandchildren would spend more time with him. He was extremely peaceful.

Keqing was slightly stunned, and put her hands on the old man's arms. "Grandfather, it's not that I don't want to mention it to you, but I didn't know you wanted to hear it, so I didn't say it. If you really want to know, pick a time and I'll tell you in detail."

Wan Song nodded repeatedly and smiled, "Grandfather's good Aqing, you are indeed a very considerate and kind girl. By the way, last time Grandfather saw that Aqing had a lot of popular novels in her room. You must like them, right?"

“Yes, that is Su Ping’s work. Grandfather, you just met him.” Keqing helped the old man sit down and also helped him. The two of them sat beside the mahogany desk.

Wan Song smiled, "Speaking of which, my grandfather has also heard of that boy's name, so I just asked for two pieces of his calligraphy."

Keqing was overjoyed and asked where it was placed.

Wan Song smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed. "It's right there on the table. One can be hung, and the other can be kept as a treasure. Both are for Ah Qing!"

Keqing stood up quickly. She had been focusing on the old man just now and had not noticed that there were two pieces of calligraphy on the table. They were the signature she had been thinking about, Su Ping's autograph.

She picked up the large painting with both hands, carefully observing every stroke on it, and pursed her lips slightly, "Thank you, Grandfather!"

Wan Song smiled but said nothing.

The old man who had taken care of his granddaughter since she was a child had guessed long before that his granddaughter had always wanted the boy's autograph, but it seemed that after they met each other later, his granddaughter was too embarrassed to ask for the autograph, so the matter was left unresolved.

In order to help his granddaughter fulfill her wish, the old man made the decision the moment he saw the young man and knew his identity.

The old man couldn't help but think that if that kid had shown up a few days ago, perhaps there wouldn't have been such a delay in the previous few days. He would definitely have asked for the kid's signature in exchange.

The reason was simple, he just wanted to make his granddaughter happy. When his granddaughter was happy, the old man would be happy, overjoyed and cheering.

This is the consideration in the old man's mind that would not matter if he sold only one building, or even more.

Keqing held the calligraphy in her hands, looked at it for a while, frowned slightly, and said, "Grandfather, you didn't help me get this signature, so they negotiated the deal, right?"

Wan Song told his granddaughter not to worry, as he had originally planned to complete the deal today, but since Su Ping had just arrived, he asked for two pieces of calligraphy.

“That’s good.” Keqing breathed a sigh of relief. She was afraid that the two sides would have a disagreement over the business, and she was also afraid that Su Ping would think too much because his signature was written on a blank piece of paper.

However, what she didn't know was that what Su Ping was thinking at the time was that he actually belonged to the Qianyan Army. Even if someone did something with his signature, he could still track it down and catch the real culprit behind it.

She also didn't expect that her grandfather didn't actually pay much attention to the young man, but was a little more concerned about him because of her.

The so-called hearsay was just a lie made up by the old man because he didn't want his granddaughter to worry too much. The real reason was his granddaughter's wishes and thoughts.

As night falls, the evening breeze gradually rises and the moonlight is like silver light, unchanged for thousands of years but still exuding mystery.

This wealthy mansion, which does not appear to be rich, is also wrapped in a layer of frosty gauze, like a dream.

The eldest master Wan Song sat alone in the yard, with the bright moon above his head. He held the cup towards the moon and drank the clear tea that he would never get tired of in his entire life.

The cool breeze blew into his arms. The old man turned his head to look at the still bright study room and said in a gentle voice, "Aqing, it's getting dark. Go to bed early."

"Okay." The girl's reply came from inside the house.

But despite this, the girl did not stop copying. She turned to the next page of the famous book and wrote down in small calligraphy that she might use in the future to verify her point of view.

She understood how difficult what she would do in the future would be, so she should accumulate more experience now to cope with the long and thorny road ahead.

Midnight passed quietly, and the lights in the study were still bright. The girl, who had promised to take a rest long ago, was so tired that she fell into a deep sleep on the table. But even though her eyelids felt heavy as if they were filled with lead, the girl avoided the words she had just written not long ago when she lay down.

The old man walked into the study and sighed, "I don't know who she learned this temper from. Sigh... Grandpa won't be able to hold Qing anymore when she gets older."

The next day, the sun rose in the east and the sky and earth were bright.

Keqing woke up in her bed, and before she could enjoy the warmth of the quilt enough, she immediately opened her eyes and looked around in confusion.

Apart from some classic poems, the rest of the bookshelf were all novels written by Su Ping. There were also ten clay dolls of the Rock King Emperor with different postures, all of which were majestic and domineering. The half-unicorn and half-dragon appearance was exactly the same as the appearance of the Emperor when he descended to show himself at the annual ceremony of inviting the immortals.

After Keqing was stunned for a while, she got out of bed, put on her shoes, opened the door and went to the yard to see the old man drinking tea leisurely. "Grandfather, didn't I tell you not to pay attention to me?"

"But grandfather didn't agree to Aqing." Wan Song said with a smile.

Keqing pursed her lips and said helplessly, "Please be more careful. After this year, you will be sixty years old. Even if you are in good health, you can't be so stubborn."

Wan Song laughed and said, "Grandfather is in good health, and Aqing is not seriously ill, but she is very light!"

"That doesn't mean I can't bother you all the time."

"That's what the elves did, but it has nothing to do with Grandfather."

"grandfather!"

"Okay, next time grandpa will help cover me with a blanket instead, that should be fine."

……

Feiyunpo, on the street.

Four women and one man traveled together with a clear goal, which was to come and see the building that they had spent a huge amount of money to buy after all the contract procedures were completed.

Not long ago, the five people delivered the money to the villa, and then politely rejected Master Wan Song's request, so they could come here.

The building has four floors in total, and there are ladders and plank roads on the second and third floors connecting to the adjacent buildings. From the outside, this building seems to be quite good.

But once you get inside, it's worth it.

The floor, candle lamps, walls, etc. are all arranged with great care. They are not overbearing or distracting, nor are they so heavy as if they were painted with gold.

This kind of slightly antique-style decoration can be handed over to any local business team doing local business in Liyue Port today, or the owner can embellish it at will, but it should not be too overturned or drastic. No matter what the effect of the decoration is, it is pleasing to the eye.

Ningguang looked at it and couldn't help but smack her lips, "This Mora is worth the money!"