"Qing'er, why are you walking around alone in this dark night? Where is Brother Fengtang? Why isn't he with you?" He asked again.
Yang Ruoqing said: "I'll go to Lao Chen's house to exchange for my parents' house."
"Old Chen's family?" Mu Zichuan raised his eyebrows.
Then he thought of what his mother had said to him while having dinner.
The old Yang family is holding a happy event again. As the third daughter-in-law of the old Yang family, Qing'er's mother went to help.
It was only natural that Qing'er went to replace her mother and come home.
"I will accompany you for a while in this dark night," he said.
Yang Ruoqing said quickly: "It's okay, you don't need to accompany me..."
"Why, are you afraid that people will see us walking together and gossiping?" He looked sideways at her and asked.
Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "We are not afraid of our shadows being distorted, and we are not afraid of gossiping!"
"Are you worried that Tang Yazi would see it and be unhappy?" he asked again.
Yang Ruoqing gave him a blank look: "The more you say it, the more outrageous it becomes. Tang Yazi is not like what you said. He believes me!"
Mu Zichuan raised his lips: "In that case, why don't you dare to let me give you a ride? It's a long way from here to Lao Chen's house!"
After saying this, he turned around, put his hands behind his back and walked forward.
Yang Ruoqing had no choice but to follow.
"Haha, I thought you didn't dare to follow me, but you did anyway?"
He glanced sideways at her and said jokingly.
Yang Ruoqing sighed softly: "Hey, I have worries, but what I worry about is nothing else, but you!"
"I?"
He curled his lips and his eyes became more interesting.
"What do you care about me for?" he asked.
Yang Ruoqing said: "The protagonists who will have a happy event tomorrow are Narisong and Yang Ruolanye."
"No one in the village knows that Yang Ruolan liked you in the past and would not marry unless you..."
"Oh?" Muzichuan's steps slowed down, and his long and beautiful fingers touched his chin lightly.
"So, if you don't want me to give it away, you are worried about me and are worried that I will be sad because of the situation, right?"
After thinking for a while, he asked her.
Yang Ruoqing nodded truthfully.
"Some time ago, I was crying and shouting that I would not marry anyone but you. In the blink of an eye, I will become someone else's concubine. It is better to enter the house as a son."
"I'm worried that you will feel angry and lose face..." She said in a low voice.
Try to be careful with your words and remove any harsh-sounding words from your words.
How could Mu Zichuan not feel her good intentions when he was so smart?
"Qing'er, you are worrying too much."
Mu Zichuan turned around and looked at her head on, his eyes gentler and warmer than the moonlight above his head.
"So far, apart from my mother, there is only one person in this world who can affect my joy, anger, sorrow and joy."
He said solemnly.
"That person is you."
"As for Yang Ruolan, or other Li Ruolan, Zhang Ruolan or something."
"To me, I am just a stranger, A, B, B, and D, who meet by chance. Whoever marries whom has nothing to do with me, and I don't care what other people say behind their backs."
"So, don't worry about me. Do you understand?"
After hearing what he said, Yang Ruoqing froze on the spot.
Don't know how to get back to him.
"Okay, let's go. Go early and come back early."
Mu Zichuan said, turning around resolutely and leading the way.
Looking at his thin, slightly lonely back, Yang Ruoqing sighed secretly.
He suppressed his chaotic thoughts and chased after her.
Along the way, the two of them never exchanged a word.
"The courtyard of Lao Chen's house is just ahead, so I will send you here."
Mu Zichuan stopped and said to her.
Yang Ruoqing nodded, "You should go back and rest early."
She walked towards Lao Chen's yard. She had just taken a few steps when his voice came from behind her.
"Qing'er, wait a minute!" he said.
"What's wrong?" Yang Ruoqing stopped and asked.
He frowned, with a hint of confusion on his face.
"Is he... nice to you?" Mu Zichuan asked.
Yang Ruoqing was startled.
His brows furrowed even more tightly: "I remember you said something to me before. If I think about it carefully, it seems to make sense."
"You said, there are two most precious things in this world."
"One is not getting it."
"The second is loss."
"Now that he has truly got you, will he still treat you as well as before?"
he asked again.
This time, the question was asked so clearly that even if she was an idiot, she could understand.
She curled her lips and smiled, then raised her head and looked at him seriously.
"Zichuan, thank you for your concern."
"Tang Yazi is a maniac who dotes on his wife. He has always been very kind to me," she said.
Mu Zichuan pursed his lips.
Although this was the answer he wanted to hear, when he actually heard it, he couldn't help but feel a sense of bitterness in his heart.
"That's good."
He said solemnly.
"If, I mean just in case..."
"If one day he treats you badly, don't force yourself to make do with it."
"Looking back, there was me..." he continued.
"hiss……"
Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing took a deep breath and subconsciously took a small step back.
Looking at the scholar in front of her who was clearly very thin and thin, she could knock him to the ground with one hand.
She suddenly felt fear.
She was already married, why didn't he give up?
This thought is like the vine.
Even if she wielded the steel knife and clattered into a ball, she would keep chopping, and his mind would still grow crazily.
It’s really scary!
"Haha, Zichuan, you are getting more and more humorous."
Yang Ruoqing used the trump card of pretending to be stupid.
"Aren't you and Tang Yazi good brothers? Why are you poaching your brothers? This joke is not genuine!"
"Qing'er, I..."
"Okay, I'm here, you should go back quickly!"
She patted his shoulder in a friendly manner and left quickly.
When she passed by him, he smelled a faint fragrance from her body.
That scent was a little different from what I smelled on her before.
However, it is even more exciting.
It made him feel relaxed and happy, and at the same time he couldn't help but want to take a few more sniffs.
Mu Zichuan couldn't help but stretched out his hand and grabbed Yang Ruoqing's arm.
"Qing'er, I'm not joking, I'm serious!" he said.
"Even if you are married, you marry Luo Fengtang."
"As long as you nod, I, Muzichuan, am willing to wait for you and be your backup..."
Yang Ruoqing's face turned serious, and she pulled her arm away from his fingers.
"Sorry, I don't need a spare tire."
"Because only a broken car needs many, many spare tires."
"I have Tang Yazi alone, and this life is enough."
"So Muzichuan, if you still want me to be your friend, please stop saying these out-of-bounds words in the future."
"This time, I can pretend not to hear, but it's the last time."
