Coming out of Sanwan but Hong Kong, seeing that it was not early, it was about to touch quickly, and it was more than five o'clock, and Shi Lan had to rush home to cook for his father.

As he walked, his mind remembered the conversation he had just had with Zhongli.

The man was extraordinary-looking, and his unangry and arrogant appearance put a lot of pressure on him. Although the conversation is pleasant, the questions asked are very crucial.

Regarding the battle between Ruotuo and the emperor, Shi Lan said that the statement he saw from the library was naturally false.

Shi Lan didn't know why he had so many messy memories, but he just knew about Ruotuo, and in addition to Ruotuo, there were many, many memories.

He doesn't plan to tell anyone about this secret for the time being.

When I got home, I pushed the door open, and as soon as I entered the house, the strong smell of medicine came to my nose, and I couldn't stand in the room, Shi Lan couldn't help but wave her hand and fan the smell, and opened the window to breathe.

The room is not very large, there is only one table in the door, and on the right hand side is Daddy's bed, and 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 was facing the kitchen door, which had a back door leading 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, and it was inconvenient to go up and down the stairs at night if Shi Shan had any situation, so she could only set up a small bed on the other side.

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

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

His father is now miserable, with gauze wrapped around his head, plaster on his legs, and hung by the cloth belt hanging from the beams, looking miserable.

Hearing this, Dad opened one eye and caught a glimpse of Shi Lan, and snorted: "I can't move when I'm injured, can't I be considerate?" ”

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

Shi Shan trembled angrily: "Look, this is what people say!" I don't know if I feel sorry for your father? I've only been down for a few days, and you're just talking to me! I can't even think about what will happen to me in a few days......"

"And who rolled your cigarettes??"

Shi Shan fell silent for a moment, humming and not speaking.

Father and son fell silent again.

Shi Lan, a thirteen-year-old kid who lives on the street of Liyue Harbor and eats Tiger Rock, if he doesn't know where his home is, can be said to be like this: living next door to Wanmin Hall, there is a stall selling miscellaneous Su Erniang in the middle of the two families.

Shi Lan grew up in Liyue, and she rarely traveled far except to go up the mountains with her father to collect medicine, and the farthest place was to go to Guiliyuan to touch fish, shrimp and mussels, or go to the suburbs of Lisha to catch fish and hunt, and lived a very comfortable life.

In addition to him, there is only one father who takes care of him growing up, and there is no one else.

Shi Lan is the child that his father picked up from outside, who are his biological parents? He didn't know, and neither did Daddy.

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

Shi Shan mined in the Chasm in his early years, and was trapped for half a month after a mine collapse, although in the end a team of miners were rescued, but that encounter gave him a psychological shadow, in case he was left underground, what should this little Shi Lan do at home?

In previous years, there was no one to worry about when he entered the house with a lamp and went out, but now that Shi Lan has to take care of him, he has more worries, and he can't go to make money anymore.

Stone Mountain is very familiar with the topography of the outskirts of Liyue, and the quality of the herbs he picks is also very good, and every time he comes back from the mountain, he can earn a good income, enough to live for one big and one young.

However, people have missed their hands and horses, and although they left the Chasm because it was too dangerous, the collection of medicine is not foolproof.

A few days ago, Shishan braved the rain to go up the mountain to pick a glass bag and accidentally slipped down the foot of the mountain, and broke his leg.

Shi Lan stood at the head of the bed and examined Shi Shan's injuries.

forehead, arms, and some abrasions.

Fortunately, the recovery is not bad.

Shi Lan relieved her heart at this time, and then complained: "If you don't want to go, you have to listen, how many Mora can the glass bags sell?" What if you don't come back? ”

Shi Shan's nose was sour, and he pretended to wipe his tears: "That's a good point, my dad is very moved, then the good son must be fine with helping my dad roll a cigarette, right?" ”

Shi Lan: "??? ”

With a light sigh, Shi Lan picked up Shi Shan's cigarette gun from the bedside, knocked out the cigarette ash inside, put it into the trash can, and then took out the lunch box, which was filled with three bowls of wine-stuffed balls from Hong Kong.

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

Shi Shan smelled the shallow smell of wine in the wine balls, and his eyes suddenly lit up, and a dying sick person sat up in shock, picked up the lunch box and sniffed it, and was about to eat it, when he suddenly thought of something.

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

Shi Lan smiled, although his father was very aggressive, he was also thick and fine, and said, "Don't worry, you are full of food." ”

Seeing that Shi Lan didn't look like he was lying, Shi Shan moved his mouth, drank up the soup base, and then slowly ate the balls, and burped in satisfaction.

Then he lay down weakly and hummed: "After all, it's not real wine, this kind of wine is only to the point of satisfying cravings, and 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 see how many legs you have enough to toss, let me tell you, the wine in your yard has been dug out and sold by me, don't think about it if you drink it secretly." ”

"Huh??" Shi Shan was dumbfounded: "You are still my son?" ”

Shi Lan didn't reply and said: "I didn't sell your tobacco to give you face, but Baizhu has explained, don't touch tobacco and alcohol, don't touch spicy, look, how many others do you haven't touched?" ”

"Well, that's okay, it's good to sell... Just to get through this time......"

Shi Shan pulled the quilt and pretended to hum again, it hurts here and there, and he yells that he needs two sips of wine to heal..."

"You would have been more comfortable with two puffs of cigarettes."

"It's hard to feel like you don't smoke!"

Shi Lan sighed lightly, it was too difficult to stand up to such an unconscious father.

After all, the wine was naturally not sold, it was Shi Shan's treasure, but it was put in the yard to prevent him from being greedy, and he got up to drink it while he was not at home, Shi Lan had no choice but to hide them all in another place, saying that selling them was just a temporary break from his idea of stealing wine and drinking.

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

Shishan smokes all the tobacco he picks, and he hides a pile of this and that, and he has already cleaned up the house, but he can still smell the smoke in the house when he comes back a few times.

He had to give up, Daddy just smoked it, it didn't matter if he wasn't at home, he naturally had to think of some ways at home, such as changing the raw materials or something.

"Let's smoke."

After rolling up the cigarette, Shi Shan couldn't wait to take it, picked up the fire fold and lit it, and then took two puffs.

"Good son, dad didn't hurt you in vain......"

After a sip, Shishan Bar chirped, looked at the cigarette gun in his hand suspiciously, and always felt that there was something wrong with this cigarette.

"What's the sweetness?"

Shi Lan was busy cooking and didn't have time to take care of him.

He wouldn't say that he had rolled up most of the sun-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 will also have hot dishes, but Shi Shan has not been injured for a long time, and he needs some light food, which cannot irritate the wound, and rice porridge is the most suitable, and it is simple.

While cooking, I heard Shi Shan shouting: "There are glass bags hanging in the yard, remember to take them back, so as not to be caught in the rain at night, this is a high-quality product that opens in the rain, and when you go back to sell it, you can directly find Baizhu, don't look for Xiao Gui, the young man doesn't know the goods, and I can be angry if he waits for the goods to settle the bill." ”

"Got it." Shi Lan hurriedly took the time to reply.

Shi Shan put his mind at ease, took another puff with a cigarette pouch, and then his face was strange, and his heart was not good, why did this cigarette become more and more strange? Could it be that I have a problem with my sense of taste?

Thinking of this, his face turned pale, he knocked his cigarette gun to extinguish the cigarette, and honestly lay down doubting life.

Shi Lan didn't know that he had added sweet flowers to scare Shi Shan enough, and he did his own thing.

He added a fire to the stove, went to the yard to collect the glass bags, and then chopped wood.

Chopping firewood is very difficult for ordinary children, but it is a very easy thing for Shi Lan, his strength far exceeds that of his peers, and even more than ordinary adults.

I chopped some firewood, moved a pile and put it in the kitchen, and covered the rest with a tarpaulin under the eaves.

Shi Lan put the rice porridge on the head of the bed, and helped spread a dinner cloth on the quilt, Shi Shan sat up and drank slowly, just like when he ate wine and stuffed dumplings just now.

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

"Wait, this porridge doesn't taste at all, it's flavorful?"

"Whoa."

Shi Lan brought out a pot of pickles.

"Just eat it, it's delicious."

"Why don't you eat it?"

"I'll go out to eat something delicious in a minute."

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