Mu Xingzhi smiled slightly when he heard the words: "Uncle Song was afraid that the river wind would blow at dusk later, so he went back home to get me a robe."
Su Qingluan sat aside and did not stop tying the rope on his hands.
She nodded: "I see." Although it is midsummer now, people in wheelchairs naturally have to be more cautious. "I was still thinking that you came here alone."
When Mu Xingzhi heard this, his slender fingers that flexibly shuttled between the hemp ropes paused slightly and said, "How can I come here alone?"
Su Qingluan: Ah this...
It's just her "modern thinking inertia" that's causing trouble again.
In the last few years of her previous life, due to her serious illness, she joined some "patient mutual aid groups."
The group members are all enthusiastic and cheerful. Although many people have limited mobility, they still need to participate in various gatherings in wheelchairs.
The wheelchair can travel smoothly on the road without manpower. Su Qingluan has even seen more than one "wheelchair travel agency".
After seeing it so often, I became accustomed to it, and subconsciously felt that people in wheelchairs would have no problem traveling by themselves even without a companion.
Completely forgetting that the wheelchair Mu Xingzhi used was rough and bulky and could not be compared with modern electric wheelchairs.
Seeing that Su Qingluan was hesitating and unable to explain, Mu Xingzhi didn't seem to want to explain clearly on such a trivial matter. However, after a while, the "fence" in his hand had turned into a spectacular piece. .
"Is this possible?" After the last knot of hemp rope was tied, Mu Xingzhi handed the object in his hand to Su Qingluan.
Su Qingluan took it over and took a look. The gaps in the "fence" on his hand were evenly and moderately wide, and the knots of the hemp rope were neat and beautiful. When placed next to his crooked "just usable" finished product, there was no difference at all.
"Mr. Mu, your craftsmanship is so good!" Su Qingluan admired sincerely.
She only devotes herself to pursuing beauty when it comes to cooking. This kind of "wild survival" skill, if the current conditions were not too crude, she would never bother so much.
After hearing this, Mu Xingzhi played with a piece of remaining hemp rope and said warmly: "I usually like to play with interesting small objects, so I have some experience."
At this time, Su Qingluan naively believed that the so-called "interesting little objects" were just small toys with some educational functions such as chain locks, or some small ornaments carved out of wood like her father.
After she really saw what the so-called "interesting little objects" were, she was so angry that she complained ten thousand times: Is this called an "interesting little object"? ? !
Did she have some misunderstanding about the definition of "interesting"?
Of course, Su Qingluan is not so talkative now.
She is now very grateful to Mu Xingzhi - thanks to him, the work time for making the "fence" was greatly shortened today.
I don't know if it was because of the blessing of gratitude, but Su Qingluan felt that Mu Xingzhi's originally "barely passing" handsome face became much more pleasing to the eye under the gradually setting sun.
Based on this feeling of gratitude, Su Qingluan fixed the "wooden fence" to the selected river section and then turned back to Mu Xingzhi's wheelchair:
"I have to wait for the fish to gather up. You are also waiting for someone. Why don't we chat to pass the time?"
As she said that, she simply sat down casually on the open space next to Mu Xingzhi. At the same time, her peripheral vision fell on Mu Xingzhi, who had been sitting in a wheelchair.
She had been changing positions for so long and still felt a little tired.
This man has been sitting in a wheelchair since he saw him, and his upper body has never even felt tired once. Aren't you tired?
"Don't you want to chat?" Mu Xingzhi's voice suddenly came to mind, "Why is Mrs. Su staring at me?"
"I'm wondering what kind of willpower you rely on to do this without moving. Aren't you tired?"
If she sat motionless for such a long time, she would probably have herniated discs in her waist.
Mu Xingzhi was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "I'm used to it now."
got used to? Could it be that you haven't been able to walk like this since you were a child?
For a moment, various conjectures flashed through Su Qingluan's mind, but after all, she was only an acquaintance with this person - it was not even strictly known whether she had an "acquaintance" - it was not convenient to ask deeply.
However, although it is not easy to inquire about personal privacy and the like, you can inquire about gossip that is well known to everyone.
Thinking of this, Su Qingluan's eyes flashed with small flames of gossip, and she raised her head and asked, "Mr. Mu, I heard that the immortal Master Zhou once made an appointment with you to fight at Hongfu Tower?"
When he heard the word "promise to fight," Mu Xingzhi smiled and waved his hand slightly: "We can't talk about 'promise to fight.' It was just that Brother Xuanfan was depressed at the time, and there were many conflicts between my words at that time, and there was a misunderstanding."
Su Qingluan thought about it and realized that the so-called "Brother Xuanfan" refers to the name of Master Zhou - there are no "zi", "number" and many other titles in this world, which makes her a modern person less headache.
but……
"You? Collision?" Su Qingluan looked up and down at the young man in front of him with a gentle and harmless smile, and then thought about Master Zhou's fairy-like appearance before.
There are two people like this, one seems to have no desires and the other seems to be free and upright. It is hard to imagine that these two people can "fight" - even if it is a "literary fight".
Mu Xingzhi smiled: "Why is Mrs. Su so surprised?"
"Because it doesn't seem like the two of you can argue about something - especially Mr. Mu, it feels like you have no desires and desires and will become immortal immediately."
The person in front of him did have emotions, but the feeling given to Su Qingluan was that of "control" and "not excessive".
It's like there's something behind all of this person's emotions, and there's an unreal sense of dissonance.
Mu Xingzhi sighed: "Ms. Su's words are wrong. I was depressed in my early years."
Su Qingluan subconsciously looked at Mu Xingzhi's legs lying on the front pedal of the wheelchair, and asked cautiously in a voice that was almost a whisper: "Is it because of your legs?"
Mu Xingzhi said calmly: "It can be said to be so."
Su Qingluan looked at him steadily, not knowing what to say.
Because she has sound legs, some words coming out of her mouth feel like "it doesn't hurt to stand and talk".
Even if she said a lot of comforting words or chicken soup for the soul, it would not change the fact that "my legs are not good enough for walking".
Mu Xingzhi originally looked far ahead, but saw no movement from the person sitting next to him for a long time.
Looking back, I saw a little girl dressed as a teenager sitting in the slanting sunlight, her little face frowning sadly, shrinking her originally beautiful facial features into a ball.
Mu Xingzhi laughed: "Why is Madam Su so troubled?"
