The questioning voice from inside the door made Su Qingluan, who was furiously complaining about the screen, had to press the pause button. He used all his self-control to put on a particularly quiet expression and asked: "Is Mr. Mu here? I'd like to trouble you. Mr. Mu, please borrow a book."
With a "click", the wooden door opened. Su Qingluan hurriedly stepped forward and crossed his arms in a salute. Then he looked up and his whole body was a little stiff: This person who opened the door was not someone else. Isn't this the first time he met her? At that time, Mu Xingzhi was the old man pushing the wheelchair who died in the club?
But don't panic! Su Qingluan comforted herself and said: I didn't see this Mu Xingzhi the first two times I met him. A few months have passed, and now that I am wearing men's clothing, this old man may not remember me——
As a result, the next moment, her fantasy was completely shattered by the old man opposite. The old man looked her up and down, and his serious face, which was a little shy of strangers, softened, and he said: "This is not the person I met at the river that day. Young lady? Are you dressed like this...?"
Su Qingluan looked down at her men's clothes that were soaked by the rain, and said sheepishly: "This is just for walking convenience..." As she said that, she gently patted the rainwater that had just stained her clothes.
Songbo looked at Su Qingluan, then looked up at the weather: "You can come in and take shelter from the rain, but please try to be as gentle as possible - my boss just took the medicine and took a rest."
"My boss?" Su Qingluan thought for a while, "Is it Mr. Mu?"
Song Bo nodded.
An apology appeared on Su Qingluan's face: "Hey, I came at the wrong time. I'm sorry for disturbing you."
Songbo shook his head and said it was okay.
Following Song Bo into the courtyard, Su Qingluan discovered that although the courtyard of Mu Xing's house looked the same from the outside except for the piece of bamboo, there was something different inside the courtyard.
Unlike the courtyards of Sun Guixiang's or Liu'er's houses she had been to, which were paved with loess, the road from the courtyard door to the door of Mu Xing's house was paved with fine stones, coupled with fine sand. It's not as soft as loess when you step on it.
Moreover, this layer of "road" is slightly higher than the loess ground, so even if it rains now, the rainwater will quickly seep to both sides. When I step on this gravel-paved path, I don't even feel muddy.
Su Qingluan measured the width with his eyes. It should be able to accommodate Mu Xingzhi's wheelchair to pass easily.
And unlike other homes that have thresholds at the entrance door, Mu Xing's House has no threshold, whether it is the front door or the door of the house. There is also a gentle slope next to the steps at the entrance, making it easier for wheelchairs to enter and exit.
Su Qingluan followed Songbo to the front hall - it was called the front hall, but it only had one more wooden table and two wooden chairs than the thatched cottage next to it.
"Please wait a moment, I will bring you a bowl of hot ginger soup." Songbo said to Su Qingluan.
Su Qingluan waved her hands quickly: "Don't bother me. Originally, I just wanted to borrow a book, but now that Mr. Mu is ill, it would be rude of me to bother him."
In fact, Tian Xing'er and the others had said before that Mu Xingzhi was in frail health and would often have to stay behind closed doors for ten and a half days, and Su Qingluan was just here to try his luck, who knew it would be so short.
However, thinking of Mu Xingzhi's thin figure and pale face, Su Qingluan frowned slightly: What kind of disease can make people linger on the sick bed so often?
This thought flashed past, because a low, extremely weak voice came from the inner room and asked: "Song Bo, who is here?"
"Master, why are you up?" Song Bo walked towards the inner room in three steps and two steps at a time, and Su Qingluan also stood up awkwardly: it was really inappropriate for her to come to bother others when they were sick in bed.
"Let me change my clothes, how can I be seen as a guest in such an unseemly manner..." came Mu Xingzhi's low voice.
This sentence made Su Qingluan almost want to say, "Don't bother me, I'll leave now." However, after taking a look at the increasingly heavy rain outside, he felt really embarrassed - not to mention that while his master was changing clothes, he was leaving. I'm afraid running away is even more disrespectful.
So she could only sit on the chair obediently as if waiting for the head teacher to check her homework. She thought to herself that she really shouldn't have come today. She couldn't rest well because she was sick, and she was so embarrassed that she had no place to put her hands and feet.
After a while, Songbo came out pushing a wooden wheelchair.
Mu Xingzhi still looked frail and thin, as if he would disappear if the wind blew.
"It turns out to be Mrs. Su." Mu Xingzhi smiled and said, "I never thought you would come."
Su Qingluan complained to herself in her heart: Look, look, look! Which patient would like to be dug out of his comfortable bed by a visitor?
But it’s here!
Su Qingluan thought to herself, the worst thing is to solve it quickly and let the patient rest quickly!
So she stepped forward and made a blessing, and simply said: "I want to rent a shop." Then she briefly explained the unusually low price she saw in the shop, her worries, and her desire to rent a house. The requirements of the relevant Torah books are stated again, highlighting the efficiency and speed.
Probably because they had never seen someone who was as quick as announcing the name of a dish, the two people on the other side were dumbfounded for a moment, and then Mu Xingzhi laughed and said: "Miss Su, there is no need to be in such a hurry."
Then he looked at Song Bo and said, "Go and get a handkerchief, at least let Mrs. Su wipe her face."
With these words, Su Qingluan felt the rain falling down his cheeks and hair.
"Oh, don't bother, I'll go back right away..." Before he could finish his words, Song Bo had already turned around and left.
Su Qingluan: ...Oh, it’s a bit embarrassing.
This is the main room. Although it is raining outside, the main door is not closed. Su Qingluan felt the cool breeze blowing in from the door, looked at Mu Xingzhi's thin clothes, and frowned worriedly: "Mr. Mu, is it okay for you to blow in the wind here?"
Although it was summer and the breeze in the rain was not cold, Mu Xingzhi was ill after all.
Unexpectedly, Mu Xingzhi shook his head and said it didn't matter, then turned to look at her and smiled slightly: "You didn't mean to call me by name, why did you start calling me 'sir'?"
Su Qingluan blinked and reacted: "Oh, I've met a few friends recently, and they all call you that, so I got used to it." But she never noticed anything wrong.
Mu Xingzhi smiled, without comment, and only asked about another thing: "I heard that Madam Su was adopted by the wrong rich family before?"
Su Qingluan nodded: "But I don't remember. I heard that I fell into the water and had a high fever when I came back to Huaxi Village. I forgot many things when I woke up."
"It turns out that there are cases where the wrong baby is carried in such a close place..." Mu Xingzhi sighed, "I heard from a friend from my friend's capital that the young lady of the Marquis of Anning was also carried the wrong baby..."
It was obviously just a common piece of gossip, but Su Qingluan felt that her reaction was strange: when she heard the words "Anning Houfu", why did her heart beat so violently for no reason?
Why is there a feeling of...resentment in my heart?
