When Yang saw Su Qingluan getting stuck in "Aba Aba", he sneered and patted her on the shoulder: "Why are you so dazed? Apart from 'a man who has never grown a beard', what else is there?"
Based on these two indescribable characteristics alone, should she be asked to find a needle in a haystack and go from house to house?
"No," Su Qingluan frowned slightly and shook her head, "I just can't tell what that person looks like."
"Is there anything you can't tell me?" Yang was a little amused. "You can always tell me whether you are tall, short, fat, thin, black, white, handsome or ugly."
Su Qingluan carefully recalled the appearance and figure of the man just now. She was sure that if this person appeared in front of her now, she would be able to recognize it, but what if she could describe his appearance?
The man's figure seemed neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin; his skin color was just ordinary, neither fair nor too dark; in terms of appearance, he was certainly not ugly, but in terms of facial features, he was Any significant adjectives are also out of the question.
What's more, even things like "temperament" of that person are elusive - he is not as muscular as Su Guangfu, who does rough work, but he is not as weak as Mu Xingzhi.
In a word, if you want to say what characteristics this person has - it is that he has no characteristics.
Even after just a short while, Su Qingluan couldn't quite remember what this person looked like.
What is a good person to do with this kind of person who doesn't have any characteristics in appearance? Such a thought suddenly flashed through Su Qingluan's mind, and she immediately explained to Ms. Yang: "Aniang, I feel that he is an ordinary person in every aspect."
Yang chuckled and said, "How do you describe it?"
Su Qingluan sighed: "Anyway, if he appears in front of me again, I should be able to recognize him, but if you ask me to describe what this person looks like, I can't describe it... Ah Zhi !”
Before she finished speaking, her nose felt a little itchy and she couldn't help but sneeze.
Yang was startled by the sneeze and didn't care to ask about the bamboo hat. She quickly turned around and went out. She first took a handkerchief and asked Su Qingluan to dry her hair. Then she went to the kitchen to get the ginger soup: "Drink it quickly." To drive away the cold, be careful when the wind and cold enter the body."
Su Qingluan stared bitterly at the rich ginger soup whose steam was a bit irritating to her eyes. Although she was extremely reluctant, she also understood that her small body, which had just had a high fever for two months, probably couldn't afford it.
She cherished her body the most and would never make fun of her health for such a trivial matter. So when the ginger soup was almost cold, she gritted her teeth, held her nose and drank the bowl of ginger soup in one breath.
Then the tears began to flow.
It’s so fucking spicy! ! She couldn't help but curse in her heart.
When Yang saw her eldest daughter looking so embarrassed, she actually laughed.
"Auntie!" Su Qingluan was a little angry, "I'm so burned, how come you still laugh out loud?" Is this your mother?
Well, not in a sense...
Yang turned around and took out a piece of candy from her sleeve and handed it to Su Qingluan. When she saw that she quickly snatched a piece of candy and stuffed it into her mouth, she sighed: "I'm not laughing at you, it's because you are usually too sensible...somewhat You don't look like a child. But the way you acted just now made me think you were a bit childish."
Su Qingluan paused in rejecting the candy.
Yang gently took Su Qingluan's hand: "Aniang also knows that you have your own thoughts, but if there are any difficulties, what can't the family say?"
After a long while, Su Qingluan nodded slightly: "Auntie, I understand..."
Yang glanced at Su Qingluan again, then asked her to rest for a while, and then turned around to prepare for lunch.
At the same time, the "no characteristics" young man in Xuanyi whom Su Qingluan and her daughter mentioned just now trotted all the way to the outside of a courtyard in the rain.
Judging from the appearance, this courtyard is no different from other farmyards in Huaxi Village. It is very inconspicuous. They are all surrounded by loess walls, with a wooden door facing the outside.
The man in black clothes stepped forward, first knocked on the wooden door outside, then knocked twice quickly, and repeated this three times, then stopped knocking.
After waiting for a moment, someone pushed open the door and came out - it was Song Bo who had pushed Mu Xingzhi's wheelchair before.
When the man in black clothes saw the visitor, he immediately raised his hands and clasped his fists: "Song Bo."
Songbo nodded and called the man in black clothes to come in: "Kaiyang, come in quickly and change your clothes - don't dislike me because I have worn everything here."
Kaiyang turned around and closed the courtyard door, then clasped his fists and bowed: "I don't dare."
Songbo waved his hand: "What did my boss say? You should be careful outside."
Kaiyang nodded and changed his title: "Junior understands."
The two of them confessed their crimes one after another before entering the house. They saw Mu Xingzhi half lying on the bed, leaning on the wooden table, with his black hair disheveled, wearing a middle coat and a light bamboo-colored coat. On his body, and in his hand, he was holding a book.
At first glance, it seems that this is a recuperation exercise for a sick man. However, if you look closely at the man's eyes, you will find that his eyes are deep and full of energy, and there is no trace of illness or weakness at all.
When Kaiyang saw Mu Xingzhi, he immediately stepped forward and saluted with clasped fists: "I've met my boss."
Mu Xingzhi raised his head and glanced at Kaiyang with a half-smile: "I actually remembered this time - wasn't he just scolded by Song Bo?"
"Ahem." Songbo cleared his throat beside him.
"You all should sit down." Mu Xingzhi pointed the low stool opposite him with the book, then stopped joking and asked, "How is the investigation going?"
Kaiyang stood up again and saluted: "According to people from the Anning Marquis Mansion, the misidentified young lady has a peaceful and quiet nature. She has practiced music, chess, calligraphy and painting since she was a child. She is good at female work and likes elegant and sweet food."
"Where are your cooking skills?" Mu Xingzhi's eyes flashed.
"I've never heard of any practice." Kaiyang reported the truth.
Before he finished speaking, Mu Xingzhi raised his head and exchanged a look with Song Bo.
Song Bo frowned slightly: "But who is she, and why is she an imposter? She is just a thirteen-year-old child..."
"It's just that he looks thirteen years old." Mu Xingzhi teased with a half-smile.
Songbo looked at Mu Xingzhi's face, which showed only three points of delicate features, and was speechless for a moment: Indeed, seeing is not necessarily believing, and appearance can also be modified and concealed.
"Any other discoveries?" Mu Xingzhi turned his attention to Kaiyang.
"Mrs. Xu Linlang and Xu from the Anning Marquis Mansion have been frequently ordered to enter the palace recently."
"That Mrs. Xu who mistakenly entered the farm for thirteen years?" Mu Xingzhi said indifferently, "Xu Zhaoyi is deeply attached to the Holy Spirit, and it is understandable that she wants to see more of her biological sister."
Mu Xingzhi's eyes turned cold when he mentioned the four words "the holy family is strong".
Kaiyang lowered his head, but did not notice the change in the expression of the person in front of him. He only said: "It was not Xu Zhaoyi who recruited Madam Xu into the palace."
"Oh?" Mu Xingzhi raised his eyebrows slightly and turned his eyes to Kaiyang again.
