Su Qingluan rolled her eyes and expressed her full disdain for Tian Xing'er's roundabout way of speaking in riddles.
Tian Xing'er wanted to sell it a little more, but Liu'er was an outspoken person, and hurriedly revealed the details beside her: "The handwriting is exactly the same, and the most upright one was written by Mr. Mu!"
Su Qingluan raised her eyebrows, with a somewhat surprised tone: "He is quite enthusiastic, actually helping the neighbors and fellow villagers in the village write these."
Su Qingluan recalled the limited times she saw Mu Xingzhi.
Overall, this man made her feel very gentle and polite. He even took the initiative to help her when she was helping to weave the "fence" for fishing.
But for some reason, even if he always smiled gently, Su Qingluan always felt that he gave people a subtle sense of alienation.
Maybe it’s due to temperament?
Su Qingluan thought a little casually: Although Mu Xingzhi is unable to walk and sits in a wheelchair, his always calm and indifferent attitude makes people doubt that even if the earth cracks in front of him, he will still be so gentle. Smiling.
It was as if... he seemed to be standing apart from everyone, observing all living beings from a high position.
However, Liu'er did not hear the meaning in Su Qingluan's tone. Instead, she kept nodding like a little fangirl: "Yes, yes, if there is anything you don't know, go and ask Mr. Mu. As long as he can see people, He always answers patiently - I have never seen anyone with such a good temper!"
Liu'er's words seemed to trigger a switch, and several other girls also agreed: "Yes, my fruit tree doesn't bear fruit because Mr. Mu told me to prune the branches!"
"My grandma wanted to send a letter to my father, so she asked Mr. Mu to write it for me - I can only write my own name."
"And I heard..."
Su Qingluan listened to the girls talking. In their mouths, Mu Xingzhi knew everything about astronomy and geography, and was as omnipotent as Doraemon - although it is estimated that these little kids The girl doesn't know what Doraemon is - and he has a gentle temper and welcomes all comers, so anyone can come and ask him no matter what problem they have.
But Su Qingluan caught another point: "What does it mean 'as long as he can see people'? Is there a time when he can't see people?"
When Tian Xing'er heard Su Qingluan's question, her smiling face when she talked about Mu Xingzhi's "gentleness" was immediately stained with a faint sadness: "Hey...it's not Mr. Mu's body..."
Su Qingluan recalled that Mu Xingzhi's legs were not good enough to walk, and his face was indeed an unhealthy pale color.
Coupled with the figure that can almost be described as "shape and bone" and the fingertip temperature that was far lower than that of ordinary people under the accidental touch before, Su Qingluan couldn't help but frown: "Could it be that Mu Xing... Mr. Mu... Legs, and other illnesses?”
Su Qingluan secretly thought that it was so dangerous that she almost said Mu Xingzhi's full name - she didn't want to get the "eyes" from some nymphomaniac little girls again because of the same name.
Tian Xing'er shook her head: "No one knows what the specific disease is. But Mr. Mu is indeed often bedridden, often staying in bed behind closed doors for ten and a half days or even more than a month."
"Is he actually so weak?" This really surprised Su Qingluan. "I saw that although he is thin, he is in good spirits even though he is sitting in a wheelchair."
At least I'm not out of breath when talking, nor do I feel sick and unable to sit still. Although I can't say that I'm full of breath, my breath is generally calm, and I don't look like I could be sick for ten days and a half at any time. .
"I heard that his old servant named 'Song Bo' was looking for medical advice everywhere," Xiao Man came forward and said mysteriously, "My maternal grandfather's family runs a pharmacy, but I once talked to my father about it. We went to visit Mr. Mu together, and when we got closer, I felt that the smell of the herbs in Mr. Mu’s house was unusual.”
Chunhua, the youngest and most timid one, was so infected by this mysterious feeling that she swallowed her saliva and asked with a trembling voice: "Could it be that...?"
Xiao Man nodded seriously: "I wonder if the old servant asked Mr. Mu for some talisman water from outside. Otherwise, he is always in bed, so why does he not see coughing and wheezing when he goes out, nor does he see the shortness of breath and shortness of breath that ordinary patients have? Feelings of weakness and pain?”
Su Qingluan was speechless.
She felt that Talisman and other things were nonsense, at least for her - if there was really any way to exorcise evil spirits and eliminate ghosts, according to her parents, when she was still in a coma when she came through, the magic man and the goddess who performed the magic dance were invited. A few of them completely failed to see through her true face as a lonely ghost.
In this case, the theory of "Fu Shui" is most likely unreliable.
Su Qingluan didn't notice the smell around Mu Xingzhi - probably the main reason was that the several times they met, the scene was outdoors, and the two people were not particularly close.
Su Qingluan had some nonsensical divergent thoughts: What kind of smell could be smelled like this, and how strong would the smell on her body be?
However, she also knows that many folk remedies have their own unique drug ratios and raw materials, which are not shared with others. I guess the "different taste from ordinary herbs" mentioned by Xiaoman may be due to the addition of some unusual folk remedies.
Tian Xing'er's pretty face flushed slightly, and she sighed in a low voice: "As expected of Mr. Mu, he is different from others no matter what."
Su Qingluan saw her looking like a nymphomaniac and couldn't help laughing: "What's the difference? Aren't they all two eyes, a nose and a mouth?"
Tian Xing'er glared at Su Qingluan angrily: "Da Ya, you are such an ignorant idiot!"
Su Qingluan: ...I'm really sorry.
Tian Xing'er ignored Su Qingluan's expression full of complaints, and continued to express her sigh: "Mr. Mu's demeanor, even when he is sitting in that wheelchair, is different from other sick people! His writing posture is also different from others!"
Su Qingluan muttered in her heart: What? Is he writing upside down?
Of course, she didn't say this out loud. After all, this kind of harsh confrontation is very annoying.
Liu'er's eyes lit up when she heard Tian Xing'er's words: "Yes, this is the first time I see a left-handed person writing!"
"I heard grandma say," Chunhua said with a kind of yearning and awe in her tone, "There are very few left-handed people, but they are very smart and they will win the top prize!"
"Isn't that true..." Tian Xing'er's tone was full of reluctance, "If Mr. Mu hadn't been too weak, he would definitely be able to go to the capital and get the No. 1 exam and become a high official!"
Several girls were chattering and discussing how unique Mu Xingzhi, the "collective idol" was, and they never noticed that Su Qingluan was deep in thought on the side——
what is it? When she heard these words about Mu Xingzhi's "uniqueness", she felt a sense of disobedience in her heart.
what exactly is it……
