Genshin Impact: The Liyuemen of Tivat

Chapter 3 I'll go out to eat later
After coming out of Sanwanbukou, seeing that it was getting late, it seemed that it would be almost five o'clock, and Shi Lan had to rush home to cook for her father.

As he was walking, he remembered the conversation with Zhongli just now in his mind.

The man had an extraordinary appearance, and his calm and majestic appearance gave him a lot of pressure.Although he spoke in a pleasant manner, the questions he asked were very crucial.

Regarding the battle between Ruo Tuo and Di Jun, Shi Lan's statement that he saw it from Zang Shu Ge is naturally false.

Shi Lan didn't know why he had so many messy memories, but he knew about Ruo Tuo, besides Ruo Tuo, he had many, many memories.

Regarding this secret, he does not intend to tell anyone for the time being.

After returning home and pushing open the door, as soon as he entered the room, the strong smell of medicine came to his nostrils, and he couldn't stay in the room, so Shi Lan couldn't help but waved his hand to fan the smell, and opened the window to let in some air.

The room is not very big, there is only one table when entering the door, the father's bed is on the right side, the small bed on the left is his, and there are two old screens between it and the living room.

The end of his bed faced the door of the kitchen, and the kitchen had a back door leading directly to the small courtyard at the back of the house.

Originally, Shi Lan slept in a small room on the second floor, but she had to take care of Shi Shan. It was inconvenient for Shi Shan to go up and down the stairs at night, so she had to build a small bed on the other side.

"Don't open the windows, the smell of medicine in this room is bad enough, and you still smoke secretly, don't forget you have a son, I can't live anymore?"

Shi Lan unceremoniously complained about her father lying on the bed with his eyes closed and pretending to be asleep.

His father is miserable now, his head is wrapped in gauze, his legs are in a plaster cast, and he is hung up by a cloth belt hanging from the beam, looking miserable.

Hearing this, the old man opened one eye and saw Shi Lan, and hummed, "I can't move because I'm injured, can't I be considerate?"

Shi Lan twirled the scattered tobacco on the table, and said angrily: "You can get up to roll the tobacco leaves, but you can't open the window, right?"

Shi Shan trembled angrily: "Look, this is what people say! Don't you know how to feel sorry for your father? I just fell for a few days and you just talk to me like this! I don't dare to do anything to me in a few days. think……"

"Then who rolled your cigarettes?"

Shi Shan fell silent all of a sudden, humming and not speaking.

The father and son fell into silence again.

Shi Lan, thirteen years old, a kid, lives in the street of Liyuegang and Huyan. If you don't know where his home is, you can say this: he lives next door to Wanmin Hall, and there is a smuggler in the middle of the two families. Su Erniang, who sells offal at the stall, suddenly realizes it to those who hear it.

Shi Lan grew up in Liyue, except that she went to the mountains with her father to collect medicines, she rarely traveled far. The farthest place was to go to Guiliyuan to touch fish, shrimps and mussels, or go to the suburbs of Lisha to catch fish and hunt. Very comfortable.

In addition to him, there is only one father who took care of him in the family, and there is no one else.

Shi Lan is a child picked up by his father from outside. Who are his biological parents?He didn't know, and neither did Dad.

Shi Lan's father is Shi Shan, an ordinary Liyue man, his wife left early, and was alone with no children. Later, he picked up an orphan and named him Shi Lan. Now almost half a hundred people can be regarded as having family sustenance .

Shi Shan was mining in the stratum rock giant abyss in his early years, and was trapped for half a month after a mine collapsed. Although a team of miners were rescued in the end, the encounter gave him a psychological shadow. Staying underground, what should little Shi Lan do at home?
In the past years, one can enter the house with a lamp and go out alone without worries. Now that Shi Lan has to take care of him, he has more worries. He can no longer go all out to make money. I went up the mountain to collect herbs.

Shi Shan is very familiar with the landforms in the outskirts of Liyue, and the herbs he picks are of good quality. Every time he comes back from the mountain, he can earn a little income, which is enough for a child to survive.

However, there are mistakes and hoofs. Although it is too dangerous to leave the layered rock abyss, collecting herbs is not foolproof.

A few days ago, Shi Shan went up the mountain in the rain to pick a glass bag and accidentally slipped down the foot of the mountain and broke his leg. Even if Bai Shu was shot, he didn't know how long he would have to lie down for such a serious injury.

Shi Lan stood by the bed and checked Shi Shan's injuries.

Forehead, arms, and some scrapes.

Fortunately, the recovery is not bad.

Only then did Shi Lan feel relieved, and then complained: "If you tell you not to go, you will not listen, how many moras can the glass bag sell for? What will I do if you don't come back?"

Shi Shan had a sore nose and pretended to wipe his tears: "That's really good, Dad is very touched, it must be okay for my good son to roll a cigarette for Dad, right?"

Shi Lan: "???"

Sighing lightly, Shi Lan picked up Shi Shan's bong from the bedside, knocked out the ash inside, put it into the trash can, and then took out the lunch box, which contained three bowls of fermented rice balls from Hong Kong.

"Eat a little first, I'll cook some rice porridge for you later."

Shi Shan smelled the faint smell of wine in the fermented glutinous rice balls, his eyes lit up immediately, he sat up in shock as he was dying, picked up his lunch box and sniffed it, and was about to eat when he suddenly thought of something.

"You haven't eaten yet, have you?"

Shi Lan smiled, although her father was careless, but he was rough and fine, and said: "Don't worry, you will be full."

Seeing that Shi Lan didn't seem to be lying, Shi Shan opened his mouth, gulped down the soup base, ate the balls slowly, and burped in satisfaction.

Then he lay down weakly, humming: "After all, it's not real wine, this kind of wine is only to the point of satisfying hunger, it can't be called enjoyable..."

Shi Lan, who was rolling a cigarette, slapped the table angrily: "You still want to drink, and you don't care how many legs you have enough to toss around. Let me tell you, I have dug out all the wine in your yard and sold it. If you drink it secretly, you will be fine." Forget it."

"Ah??" Shi Shan was dumbfounded: "Are you still my son?"

Shi Lan said without turning her head: "I've already given you a lot of face by not selling your tobacco, but Baishu has confessed that you don't touch alcohol, tobacco, or spicy food. Look, there are still a few you haven't touched. ?”

"Oh, that's fine, it's good to sell it...just to get through this period of time..."

Shi Shan pulled the quilt and hummed pretendingly, it hurts here and there, yelling that he needs two sips of wine to heal..."

"You will be more comfortable if you take two puffs less."

"It's hard not to smoke!"

Shi Lan sighed softly, it was really difficult to stand with such a careless old man.

After all, the wine is naturally not for sale, it is Shi Shan's treasure, but it is kept in the yard to prevent him from getting greedy, and he got up to drink while he was not at home, Shi Lan had no choice but to change them all. Hiding it, saying that selling it was only temporarily cutting off his desire to steal wine.

As for the smoke, he couldn't hide it even if he wanted to.

Shi Shan smokes only the tobacco he picks himself. There are piles here and there are piles there. He has cleaned the house long ago, but he can still smell the smoke all over the house when he comes back several times.

He had no choice but to give up. Dad can smoke as long as he smokes. It doesn't matter if he is not at home. Naturally, he must think of some solutions when he is at home, such as changing the raw materials or something.

"Come on."

After the cigarette was rolled, Shi Shan couldn't wait to take it, picked up the torch and lit it, and took two sips.

"Good son, daddy didn't love you for nothing..."

Taking a puff, Shi Shan puffed his lips, looked at the bong in his hand suspiciously, and always felt that there was something wrong with the smoke.

"Why does it smell sweet?"

Shi Lan was busy cooking and didn't have time to talk to him.

He wouldn't say that he rolled more than half of the dried sweet petals in it...

Pour water into the pot, wash some rice and pour it in, light the stove, cover the pot, and plan to cook some rice porridge.

He can also cook hot dishes, but Shi Shan was injured not long ago and needs some light food that won't irritate the wound. Rice porridge is the most suitable and simple.

While cooking, I heard Shi Shan yelling: "There are glass bags hanging in the yard, remember to take them back, so as not to get caught in the rain at night, this is a high-quality product that is open in the rain, when you go to sell it, go to Baizhu directly. Don't look for Xiao Gui, the young man doesn't know the goods, if he waits for the goods to pay the bill, I will die of anger."

"Understood." Shi Lan took the time to reply.

Only then did Shi Shan feel relieved, and took another puff from the pipe. After that, his expression became strange and his heart was not good. Why did the cigarette get more and more strange?Is there something wrong with my sense of taste?

Thinking of this, his face turned pale, he tapped his bong to extinguish the cigarette, and lay obediently doubting life.

Shi Lan didn't know that she had added sweet flowers in it to scare Shi Shan enough, so she went about her own business.

After the fire was lit in the stove, I went to the yard to collect the glass bags, and then chopped firewood.

Chopping firewood is very strenuous for ordinary children, but it is very easy for Shi Lan. His strength far exceeds that of his peers, even stronger than ordinary adults. Life is simply as long as you have your hands.

I chopped some firewood, moved a pile and put it in the kitchen, and piled the rest under the eaves and covered it with a rain cloth. After all this hard work, it was completely dark.

Shi Lan put the rice porridge on the head of the bed, and helped to spread the tablecloth to cover the quilt, Shi Shan then sat up and drank it slowly, completely different from when he was eating the rice balls just now.

"You eat first, I'll go to the backyard to make medicine for you."

"Wait a minute, this porridge has no taste at all, is there any taste?"

"Here."

Shi Lan brought out a pot of pickles.

"Just eat it, it's delicious."

"Why don't you eat?"

"I'll go out to eat delicious food later."

"........."

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