When Su Qingluan returned home, she was once again sitting in a spacious and comfortable carriage with curtains.
However, she increasingly felt that the carriage was really uncomfortable to sit in. Not only was there no cushioning on the wheels, but there was still a dull pain just above the knees where I was kneeling on the cold stone bricks.
Su Qingluan also understood that intellectually speaking, Xie Zian could be considered a relatively "generous" upper class member of this era. However, today she understood more deeply that in this era, "human life is like a piece of grass" is not an adjective, but a real portrayal of life!
If someone in a superior position is unhappy with something, even if you just "made them unhappy", they can punish you without any reason.
And the law even spares them.
Su Qingluan didn't give up too much - it had no practical effect after all.
She has always been a person who considers the interests of others more important than her emotions at the moment. So no matter how much she complained about Xie Zian, she would never let her "business" be ruined just because of her temporary likes and dislikes.
She always knew what she really wanted.
But this time, Su Qingluan still let the carriage pull her to the gate of the city - the road was smooth and smooth, but if the mountain road was bumpy all the way, it might fall apart.
I looked at the sky and saw that the sun was already setting in the west. Not to mention that it was too late to make lotus flowers and send them to Mu Xingzhi. Even Su Qingluan was not sure whether her parents were impatient and went to shopkeeper Liang.
Although the knee still hurt slightly, no bones were injured. Su Qingluan used the same energy as when she ran a half-marathon and rushed towards Huaxi Village with all her strength.
Facts have proved that on rugged field roads, two-legged vehicles are not necessarily slower than four-legged vehicles with four wheels.
The journey that originally took more than half an hour was shortened by Su Qingluan to one-half of the original length. Although he was out of breath running, he could see figures shaking in the open courtyard door from a distance. Qingluan breathed a sigh of relief—it was finally too late.
She could finally slow down her pace, adjust her breathing a little, and calm down her heartbeat that was about to jump out of her chest.
Slowly moving forward a few steps as if taking a walk, Su Qingluan frowned slightly: Why do there seem to be more people in the courtyard today - some are sitting and some are standing, and they look even more crowded than usual. Be lively.
When she got closer, she saw clearly - the person sitting there was not sitting on a stool, but a wheelchair! And in the entire Huaxi Village, the only person she knew who traveled in a wheelchair was Mu Xingzhi.
As I got closer, it turned out to be him.
But he didn't look like what Su Qingluan had seen before.
Speaking of which, Su Qingluan could count the number of times he had seen Mu Xingzhi on the fingers of both hands, which was almost ten times.
Before today, most of the Mu Xingzhi Su Qingluan saw had disheveled black hair and lazy expressions. Maybe they were not particularly well-dressed. They were just casually wearing plain robes and at most a half-armor or outer cloak. There is a hint of beauty in illness.
That way of dressing up, and even saying that he was going to be bedridden at the next moment, was not inconsistent with the rules at all.
But today, he was probably going out, and to someone else's house - although the Su family was just an ordinary farmer - Mu Xingzhi carefully arranged his clothes, and his loose hair was meticulously tied up with a moon-white hair scarf.
This kind of dressing up made him lose his previous laziness and fatigue, and became a bit more neat and chic - although he was still sitting in a wheelchair, he felt a bit sharper for no reason.
Of course, this sharpness is not overwhelming, and he wraps it up nicely with a light smile.
However, Su Qingluan still subconsciously felt this way.
When Su Qingluan walked into the yard, Su Guangfu was turning around and going to the house to pour tea for Mu Xingzhi, while Yang was inviting the two children to play in the backyard.
Songbo pushed Mu Xingzhi's wheelchair to the position directed by Su Guangfu. For a moment, no one noticed Su Qingluan coming in.
It was Mu Xingzhi who turned his head when he heard the approaching footsteps, and his eyes paused. Su Qingluan felt that his eyes seemed to linger on her legs for a moment.
But when she looked over carefully, Mu Xingzhi greeted her with such a gentle smile: "We haven't seen each other for a few days, Qingluan seems to have disappeared."
Su Qingluan was already quite familiar with Mu Xingzhi. When he came closer, he couldn't help but joke: "I haven't seen you for a few days, Mr. Mu seems to be in a lot of energy, not as sick as before."
Usually, the two of them mostly call each other by their first names. Only when they are deliberately joking, Su Qingluan will call him "Mr. Mu" in a measured tone.
Mu Xingzhi knew that Su Qingluan was just teasing and had no ill intentions. Songbo also understood that Su Qingluan had a somewhat out-of-constrictive temperament. What's more, Mu Xingzhi didn't feel dissatisfied and he watched happily.
However, Ms. Yang, who coaxed the two children to stay in the inner room, was shocked when she heard Su Qingluan's words "sick and sick" when she returned to the yard.
According to Yang and most villagers, people like Mu Xingzhi are "scholars."
The villagers of Huaxi Village are very simple in their thinking. They feel that the top candidates who can get into the imperial examination are too far away from the rural people like them who are looking for land and housing. They are all from the horizon.
But Mu Xingzhi knew everything he asked, spoke kindly, looked polite and decent, and could write, he was a rare "scholar".
For many illiterate villagers, even though Mu Xingzhi is disabled, just because he is literate, he can write a letter home on behalf of the villagers to a wanderer in a foreign land. A lawsuit can also tell why the farmer's harvest is not good, why the chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep are sick...
Such people are amazing!
Therefore, the ordinary villagers were very polite to Mu Xingzhi, not to say they respected him like a god. They would always call him "Mr. Mu" when they met, and naturally they would not allow the younger members of the family to make fun of Mu Xingzhi's bad things.
Even words like "sick" and "lame" are very taboo in front of Mu Xingzhi, for fear of hurting Mu Xingzhi's face.
So when he heard Su Qingluan teasing Mu Xingzhi like this, Yang rushed out and patted Su Qingluan on the back in a rare move: "This damn girl, how can you talk to Mr. Mu?" Then she quickly turned around and apologized, "Hey. , Mr. Mu, you see, I’m really sorry, this girl of mine doesn’t know what to say..."
With that said, he patted Su Qingluan again and whispered, urging her to apologize quickly.
Yang was probably really frightened and couldn't control his strength for a moment. Su Qingluan felt like she had been hit by a powerful Vajra Palm, as if her internal organs had been displaced, and she almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
Before Su Qingluan could condemn Yang's powerful palm with his eyes, Mu Xingzhi spoke up and said, "Mrs. Su, please don't be upset. I and Qingluan are just ordinary friends. This kind of joke is too serious." It's harmless, not to mention..." He glanced down at Su Qingluan's legs, "She has injuries on her feet, and she really can't bear the 'power' of Madam's palm."
Hearing that Su Qingluan was injured, Yang no longer cared about her daughter's rash words. She also put behind her the surprise of hearing Mu Xingzhi call her daughter by her name, and hurriedly asked: " Where are your injuries, girl? Let me see..."
"Mom!" Su Qingluan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I just accidentally twisted my ankle when I rushed back. I'll move it around and it'll be fine in a few days!"
Of course, she couldn't let Yang see her knees here, with such a random excuse as a sprained ankle, right?
Su Qingluan knew without looking that her knees were probably bruised.
She stopped her, partly to prevent her family from worrying, but more importantly, she really couldn't expose her knees to the two "foreign men" Mu Xingzhi and Song Bo in public.
Although Su Qingluan herself didn't care - after all, she wore shorts and skirts that exposed her knees in the summer of her previous life - she couldn't help but care about the opinions of the people around her.
She can occasionally escape from her personality, but she cannot be regarded as an incredible lunatic.
After finally comforting Mr. Yang, Su Qingluan looked at Su Guangfu who was bringing tea and said, "Dad, grandma, I have some questions that I would like to ask alone... Mr. Mu, is that okay?"
The last three words were a question to Mu Xingzhi, so a moment later, only Su Qingluan and Mu Xingzhi were left in the corner of the small farmyard.
Seeing that everyone else had left, Su Qingluan quickly poured a cup of tea for Mu Xingzhi: "Please wait here for a while. I made some snacks, and there is only one last step left. You can try it while it's hot." taste."
Mu Xingzhi took the tea handed over by Su Qingluan and said with a faint smile: "Qingluan is so diligent, is he asking for something?"
"Those who know me will do it." Su Qingluan said, seeing Mu Xingzhi take a sip of tea, he quickly stepped forward to take the cup.
However, her movement was blocked by Mu Xingzhi, who gently waved his hand and said, "You have injuries on both knees, so please don't move in such a hurry, as it will not be conducive to the recovery of the injuries."
Su Qingluan exclaimed: "I thought you were just making this nonsense just to save me from my mother's 'splitting tendons and bones'! I didn't expect you actually have some medical skills!"
Mu Xingzhi laughed and said: "It's just the so-called 'long-term illness can be cured'. In addition, the name of 'splitting tendons and breaking bones' is a wonderful name, but is it really such a skill?"
Su Qingluan knew everything about martial arts moves, but he knew nothing about them. So she could only vaguely say that she saw a knight who traveled around the world use this trick in a certain story, and she didn't know whether it was true or not. Mu Xingzhi nodded, but was noncommittal.
Immediately, he looked down at Su Qingluan's legs, suppressed his smile and said warmly: "When I write a prescription later, you can go to a pharmacy to get the medicine."
When Su Qingluan heard this, his facial features immediately wrinkled up: "Ah? Do you want to give me some soup?"
In order to survive in her previous life, she had tried all kinds of foreign and evil mystical prescriptions. Chinese herbal soup is of course not a problem.
Not to mention the effect of the decoction, the sourness of the taste is something Su Qingluan will never forget.
It’s so unforgettable that I never want to take a sip again.
