Regarding the question of whether one thousand lives are enough to beat Honkai Impact 3rd.

Fu Xiuran had no idea that he had done anything wrong. A person who couldn't even look his daughter in the eye was naturally not qualified to develop such a relationship with her.

As for the idea of ​​just being good friends, there is no room for it in a man's eyes. Of course, a girl should play with another girl. Is playing with a boy supposed to be a childhood sweetheart thing?

no way!

But as life gradually faded, this stubborn idea began to waver. How many years would the little money he left behind be enough to feed his daughter?

The reason for his worried expression can be largely attributed to this problem. A few short years is not a problem, but according to the prices in Canghai City, by the time his daughter graduates, his savings and the government compensation will probably be almost gone.

At that time, she will be all alone, helpless, and penniless, and she will definitely have a very hard time living.

If a reliable person can marry my daughter, it might be a good thing.

Of course, Fu Xiuran had many specific requirements for what he considered reliable. At least none of the people he had met so far met were qualified, which made Fu Xiuran sigh.

These details are not difficult to find individually, but it is almost impossible to find all of them to match.

First, he must be no older than his daughter by three years; he must be very good-looking; he must be devoted, gentle, and upright, and also have a certain amount of courage; his daughter must like him; preferably, he must not have had an ex-girlfriend; he must have the financial means to support his daughter; he should be a little bad at talking, as he hates glib people; he must like small animals, since his daughter loves cats and dogs.

Ignoring some less important details, let's look at the last requirement.

Ideally, they should inherit all the martial arts techniques of his ancestral school, and their combat ability should not be lower than one's own; in other words, they should at least possess the martial arts level of "Mind's Eye."

Yes, that's even worse.

All these factors combined create an almost ridiculously demanding requirement. Other things might not be too difficult, but reaching the level of Mind's Eye before the age of 18 and meeting all the above conditions is practically impossible.

After summarizing it up, Fu Xiuran realized that according to this standard, his daughter might have to wait until the next life to get married.

To be fair, he hadn't even mastered his family's martial arts when he was 18, so making these demands was just asking too much of him.

The requirement that someone be very good-looking is quite funny, which indirectly shows that Fu Xiuran is actually a looks-obsessed person.

The other requests, which were completely based on Fu Hua's personality and preferences, were even more comical.

Rather than being a requirements section of a marriage advertisement, this is more of a reflection of a man's unspoken yet profound love for his daughter.

There are some things he never said, but like an old advertising slogan, love is always there, never leaving.

The same is true for Fu Xiuran. The housework he does, the flowers he changes frequently in the vase, and the serious look on his face as he mingles in the jewelry store during shopping mall promotions all demonstrate his love for his daughter.

Even though his inner thoughts were always numerous and incredibly complex, Fu Xiuran rarely spoke much.

He clearly fits the description of someone who is bad at talking, which is probably why this condition was added to the son-in-law selection guide.

It's so real it's beyond words.

Time passed slowly, and Fu Xiuran stared blankly at the golden clouds outside the window, his face expressionless.

Oh dear, why hasn't my daughter come to see me yet?

The seemingly serious and weathered man let out a soft sigh, like that of an elderly person left behind in the countryside.

Although he said things like, "You don't need to come see me," "Go out and have some fun these few days," and "You can't be this relaxed once you start school," he still couldn't resist the loneliness in his heart.

Damn.

Why pretend you're not afraid of being alone?

Why not just make an honest request and ask your daughter to spend more time with you?

Why can't my damn mouth do something good?

Just as the storm raged within Fu Xiuran, the door was quietly opened.

The girl walked in with light steps. Today she was wearing a white shirt and a slightly swaying pink skirt. Her pure eyes, like lotus blossoms, were dazzling in the light coming from the window.

Her slender, shapely legs were outlined by black pantyhose, exuding the beautiful curves of youth. The denier of the pantyhose was just the right thickness, allowing the nylon surface to reflect light in the sunlight, making it very eye-catching.

This is Fu Xiuran's proudest daughter, Fu Hua.

But the man's originally joyful mood, along with that of the boy next to the girl, turned into the thought of solving a calculation problem.

Based on his mental calculations of the remaining strength in his body, he should still be able to unleash a powerful inch-force strike.

He clenched his fists silently, itching to make a move.

12. Honkai Infection.

The reason for the current situation can ultimately be traced back to events that occurred not long ago.

Su Qing'an looked at the man's somewhat dark complexion and fell into reminiscence.

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...

Su Qing'an, who had just gotten up and opened the door to wash up, saw Fu Hua.

She stood in front of the mirror, looking at her childlike face, tying her bow tie. Her earnestness in trying to straighten the tie was quite endearing.

Fu Hua couldn't see that he had activated [Hidden] to avoid embarrassment. It seems that as long as Su Qing'an is conscious, Yu Duchen will always be in a very obedient state.

Immediately, the girl carefully selected a few nice-looking apples from the fruit she had bought yesterday and put them in her bag.

It looks like they're going to visit someone.

Could it be her dad?

After that, Fu Hua put on a pleated skirt—an outfit she had never seen before—and hurriedly slipped on her little leather shoes and went out the door before six in the morning.

The boy naturally didn't know that these were the school uniforms and shoes uniformly distributed by the girl's junior high school, and that these uniforms were the only dresses in her closet.

Su Qing'an felt that if it was something she wore for morning exercise, it should be sportswear, not a pleated skirt that was inconvenient for exercise, so the girl was probably really going to visit someone.

Without much hesitation, Su Qing'an, who had convinced herself that she needed to go out to buy breakfast ingredients, followed them.

He has clearly forgotten the fact that he is currently penniless and living off a woman.

But ultimately, feeling a little guilty, Su Qing'an chose to continue driving the [Zang] vehicle far behind the girl, without explicitly stating that he had followed as well.

The cool morning breeze ruffled the girl's hair and swayed her skirt. Occasionally, when the wind picked up, a glimpse of the smooth black pantyhose close to her buttocks would be vaguely revealed. In the fleeting glimpse under the light, the nylon fabric that caught the eye reflected an incredibly dazzling light.

The boy looked away, his gaze detached from the scene, and he stood on the deserted street, his eyes somewhat melancholy.

Su Qing'an secretly thought that she should suggest not letting her wear this out next time.

Although she looked beautiful with her hair down and wearing a dress, it was a sight he had never seen before.

But when it gets cold, you have to wear thermal underwear.

The journey was very quiet. Only after leaving the residential area and entering the streets outside did the flow of people gradually become sparse, but it was still very deserted.

During this time of day, only vendors selling breakfast set up stalls around the street, working hard day and night to make a living, have become a common sight on this street.

The little girl seemed to know the shop owners well. Along the way, she was forced to accept soy milk, fried dough sticks, and a few meat buns. The porridge vendor looked at the food bag that she couldn't carry in her small hands with a regretful expression, as if he was sighing that he was too slow and was about to regretfully take the bag back.

In a sense, Fu Hua's popularity at school and near her home is completely opposite. This is probably because these people have basically watched her grow up, so there are not so many constraints in communicating with her. Instead, they have developed a kind of affectionate attitude, like raising a daughter in the cloud.

Seeing the joy revealed in the little girl's slight dishevelment, Su Qing'an couldn't help but smile. He untied the bag and took it for Fu Hua before the shopkeeper took it back.

The girl looked at the figure that suddenly appeared in front of her and subconsciously said:

"What are you doing here, Master Su?"

These four words made Su Qing'an's hand holding the food bag tremble slightly for a moment, but before he could correct her, the girl had already turned her face away. She secretly tightened her grip on the bag and said, feigning composure:

"Su Qing'an, stalking people, is very bad."

The boy looked at her earlobes, which were slightly flushed, and this cute way of changing the subject made him lose the desire to pursue the matter further.

Keeping her from calling me that might backfire, and the extra prefix she added today is a perfect example.

Perhaps it would be better to let things take their course?

But he still couldn't accept being Fu Hua's mentor.

Silently swallowing her troubles, Su Qing'an glanced at her ten slender fingers gripping the bag tightly. Her neatly trimmed nails, which should have been as pale as light cherry blossoms, looked like they were adorned with cinnabar against her snow-white skin.

He couldn't help but laugh:

"It was my fault. As an apology, I'll help you with the bag."

The girl silently handed over the bag of fruit, while she herself continued to hold the breakfast.

Su Qing'an took the bag without hesitation. Looking at the little girl's appearance, even though he knew she probably didn't mean to be possessive of her food, he still found it funny and interesting.

"Boss, I'm going to the hospital now. See you next time."

As the little girl politely said goodbye, the two walked away, stunned as if struck by lightning, leaving the porridge-selling uncle speechless.

The middle-aged man sat on a bench, watching the two figures receding into the distance, his words revealing a complex mix of emotions:

"Has Xiaohua reached this age already? Even someone as quiet and introverted as her has learned to flirt."

"Perhaps this is what youth is all about."

With the arrival of the renovation plan, the outdated businesses of these street vendors will gradually be eliminated and replaced with things that are more in line with the city's style, and many people will face unemployment at that time.

And that time was not long ago.

This is also why many people give Fu Hua breakfast. Since the business will eventually fail, it is inevitable that many people will choose to leave.

Before leaving, most people were happy to take extra care of the little girl they had watched grow up from childhood.

But life had to go on. As the number of customers increased, the porridge vendor quickly stopped reminiscing and gradually became busier.

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...

What are you going out for?

"I'm going to see my dad; he's been sick lately."

"Is it serious?" Su Qing'an asked.

Fu Hua kicked a pebble on the roadside and said with some concern:

"I'm not sure... but the doctor said that Dad might not be able to practice martial arts anymore, which is why he's looked so haggard lately."

"My father always hoped to pass on our family's martial arts tradition, but now it seems that dream has been shattered..."

The little girl whispered these words that she wouldn't usually say to outsiders, and that no one else would say to her, her mood somewhat downcast.

But she didn't seem too sad. The girl continued: