Su Qingluan struggled for a long time and let out a long sigh: "Because I feel that everything I say is wrong..."
Mu Xingzhi looked over with some interest: "You want to come and take a look?"
"Then let's say it first, don't be angry." Su Qingluan felt that he had to say something ugly first.
Mu Xingzhi did not agree or deny, but looked over with a little smile in his dark eyes, which made Su Qingluan feel a little uncomfortable, so he muttered cautiously:
"If I say to you, 'You are so depressed because your legs are not good enough to walk, you are so pitiful and unfortunate,' etc., I always feel that I am looking down on you. This kind of sympathy is too cheap and completely unfair. You're of no help, but—"
Su Qingluan had a bitter look on her face, "If I said, 'Although your legs can't walk, your heart is as far as the world is,' this kind of chicken soup for the soul will feel like standing and talking without back pain."
If she were a "sick friend" who was also sick, no matter what she said, people would "sympathize" with her. It is precisely because she is healthy at this time that she would be wrong if she said more.
Su Qingluan was making various assumptions in her mind, but unexpectedly, Mu Xingzhi came up with a question in mid-air that she would never have thought of——
"What is 'Chicken Soup for the Soul'?"
Ah this...
Is this the point?
However, Su Qingluan still explained it in the same language as possible: "Chicken soup is used to nourish the body, while chicken soup for the soul can inspire people and make the soul more energetic."
"I see, I'll teach you." Mu Xingzhi nodded seriously.
Su Qingluan had a dark look on his face: Don't get taught in such a strange place!
Perhaps because the expression on Su Qingluan's face was too complicated, Mu Xingzhi smiled and said, "There's no need to worry about Mrs. Su, it's just a trivial matter to me."
Su Qingluan turned her head and looked up at Mu Xingzhi's expression. Seeing that his brows were indifferent and he really didn't seem to be worried about this, he felt relieved and said with a smile: "That's it! Instead of being obsessed with it, you can't do it." It’s better to seize what you already have than to save it!”
The former is her past life, and the latter is her present life.
"Is this considered the 'Chicken Soup for the Soul'?"
When Su Qingluan heard Mu Xingzhi's question, she couldn't help but laugh and said, "Yes, this is 'Chicken Soup for the Soul'!"
When Su Qingluan put a few fish into the fish basket with a net, and recovered all the hemp ropes, the Songbo hadn't come back yet.
Su Qingluan looked at the sky and originally proposed to stay with Mu Xingzhi for a while. After all, he helped her prepare for half a day's work of catching fish, and just "throw it away after use", which felt a bit unloyal.
Mu Xingzhi smiled and said, "Songbo will naturally come later, and Mrs. Su's family is still waiting for you."
That is indeed the case.
Especially the younger brothers and sisters, they are so hungry that their cries will probably lift the roof off the house.
So Su Qingluan said goodbye to Mu Xingzhi and left two fish as a thank you gift for Mu Xingzhi's help.
"I didn't expect that Mr. Mu's character should be very cold, but he turned out to be so approachable!" Su Qingluan muttered as she walked home.
Halfway through, four or five people suddenly appeared in front of Su Qingluan.
Su Qingluan was stunned: These are all girls from the village. The oldest is only seventeen or eighteen years old, and the youngest is about the same age as herself, only thirteen or fourteen years old.
Several little girls looked over with unkind expressions, feeling as if they owed them 800 yuan.
...Does the original owner of this body really owe money? Su Qingluan was a little worried.
"A few of them..." She couldn't pronounce these people's names. After all, she had only met them a few times. "What's the matter?"
The four or five little girls opposite looked at each other, and then the remaining ones pointed to the one in the middle and said:
"Don't even think about denying it!"
"Liu'er has seen it!"
"She told us all!"
Su Qingluan: ...This is all a mess.
In line with the mentality of "adults don't have the same experience as a group of girls the size of middle school students", Su Qingluan asked patiently: "What are you talking about? I can't understand."
"Hmph, stop pretending!" The little girl named Liu'er pinched her waist and stared at her with a pair of dark almond eyes, "I just saw it clearly!"
"What did you see?"
"I saw you, you..." Liu'er originally looked angry, but before she could finish her sentence, she turned into a tearful and aggrieved look, "I saw you talking and laughing with Mr. Mu by the river!"
"Yes!" "Yes!" Several other little heads nodded vigorously.
Su Qingluan was stunned for a moment, and then realized: Maybe he had met an ancient version of a female fan group.
And she's a girlfriend fan.
Su Qingluan thought to herself that this was nothing.
Then I felt a little emotional. Little girls in ancient times were really precocious. They knew how to fall in love in their teens?
Young girls of this age in modern times are either frantically writing questions to prepare for various exams, or they are addicted to the second dimension, watching TV dramas and eating cp sand sculptures to get high...
In order to avoid unnecessary disaster, she patiently explained: "I was catching fish by the river and happened to meet Mr. Mu, so I just said hello."
Of course, it was not just a greeting, but now is not the time to tell the truth, right?
"Really just saying hello?" Liu'er asked, "I clearly saw you sitting next to Mr. Mu the whole time!"
"Do you want me to avoid you like the plague after saying hello? That would be rude." Su Qingluan sighed.
"You are not allowed to have any other thoughts about Mr. Mu!" Another little girl said domineeringly.
Su Qingluan thought in her heart that you were really lenient, but she really didn't have any other thoughts, so she started to deal with it: "Yeah, you're right."
"Then..." the little girl standing in the middle asked suspiciously, "do you really have no other thoughts about Mr. Mu?"
ah? What do you think?
Su Qingluan pointed at herself with black lines on her face: "I am only thirteen years old this year..."
Unexpectedly, Liu'er pulled the little girl with thin eyebrows and eyes next to him and said, "Chunhua is only fourteen years old! I still admire Mr. Mu, so what?"
Su Qingluan's mouth twitched: What? not so good! Do you still want her to praise me?
"Then you all admire me, I'm going home." Su Qingluan said, trying to bypass them.
My girlfriend’s fans are really scary and I can’t mess with them.
However, she was alone, but there were four or five people on the other side.
Just as Su Qingluan wanted to leave, several people formed a circle and blocked the way.
"Wait, we haven't finished talking yet!" The little girl standing in the middle took a step forward.
Su Qingluan took a step back in fright: Could it be that she was going to be beaten by a group of people? Can I force my way out of the encirclement?
However, the expected "group fight" did not happen. The little girl in the middle hurriedly stepped forward, grabbed Su Qingluan's hand without any explanation, and asked a question that Su Qingluan thought was very confusing to her. The problem--
