Su Qingluan faced Mu Xingzhi's teasing expression, and after a long time, she still lowered her head with a guilty conscience: "Actually, I was just joking..."
However, this fabric gave Su Qingluan some inspiration: "If this material is used on the outer packaging, how much money will it cost?" The material is not cheap at first glance, but she only plans to make the font part, so it won't cost much...
Before Su Qingluan could make up his mind, Mu Xingzhi shook his head: "This fabric is not easy to come by. It is priceless in the market."
Marketable but priceless...
Su Qingluan smacked the word, and then thinking about her guess about Mu Xingzhi's identity, she couldn't help but think of the origin of this cloth——
"It can't be...the imperial tribute...cough, let me drink some tea to moisten my throat." She couldn't help but say the words, and Su Qingluan knew that no matter what the answer was, this question should not be asked in the first place.
However, Mu Xingzhi didn't show any other signs, and even the smile on his face didn't change at all.
Su Qingluan understood that if Mu Xingzhi's identity was really what she thought, then the way she "spoke freely" in front of the other party would mean that the other party was very tolerant of her.
But she also understood that the main reason for this "tolerance" was that their family was truly ordinary people.
Although he had a small amount of money, it was far from being "rich", and he had no clan prestige or friends in the court.
To put it bluntly, it does not pose any threat.
And Mu Xingzhi is not a narrow-minded person. Since there is no threat, and Su Qingluan himself does not have any ill intentions, he will not bother to disturb the Su family at all - after all, he is now living in seclusion as "Mr. Mu" Here, if a big case involving the death of a family really happened in Huaxi Village, it would definitely alarm the government, which would inevitably lead to Luo chaos.
So no matter from any aspect, there was no need for him to touch the Su family, but Su Qingluan would still be careful and not ask about Mu Xingzhi's identity.
This time today was a complete accident.
After taking a sip of tea, Su Qingluan turned to other alternatives, such as designing the font into a three-dimensional or gradient color...
Su Qingluan was thinking in her mind, and the ink stick pen in her hand was also drawing rustlingly. Soon, she used a sketch to restore Mu Xingzhi's "Su Ji" exactly in front of her. On paper, they even have floor-to-ceiling projection effects added to them.
"Well, this is the 'effect' I'm talking about. You see, although it's still your font, it feels completely different." He said and handed the piece of paper in front of him to Mu Xingzhi.
Mu Xingzhi was originally watching with great interest, but as he watched, his expression became calm and deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
But when Su Qingluan handed him the font with the effect he had created, he looked at it very seriously and understood what the so-called "effect" meant.
Su Qingluan stared at the paper and drew for a long time. She felt her eyes were a little sore and itchy. She rubbed them unconsciously with her hands, but Mu Xingzhi grabbed her wrist.
"Don't rub your eyes carefully, it will make it more itchy."
Although there is no concept of "bacteria" in this era, from practical experience, rubbing eyes is also an important cause of eye discomfort.
Su Qingluan realized that she was rubbing her eyes again, and quickly thanked her: "Oh, thank you for holding me back, otherwise I would have rubbed my eyes so hard that they shed tears again. My eyes have been too tired recently."
Mu Xingzhi took back his hand and asked, "What's the matter? Recently, you have been cutting through walls to steal the light and studying hard all night?"
"...It's not as exaggerated as 'all night long'," and it's not because of studying hard, "but we have to finalize the design of the outer packaging as soon as possible - to be honest, this is more frustrating than the jam making itself. I have a headache. It’s just that at night, whether it’s a candle or an oil lamp, the light is too dim and wavering, which is too hard on the eyes.”
Speaking of the miserable night reading time, Su Qingluan couldn't help but feel a lot of bitterness and wanted to vomit.
The fluorescent lamp for eye protection is even a light bulb. Su Qingluan cried silently in her heart: I want a stable light source that is bright and does not shake!
Perhaps the curiosity in Su Qingluan's heart was very strong. Mu Xingzhi seemed to be thinking about something. After a moment, he said: "I received a luminous pearl some time ago. Maybe you can put it to use."
Su Qingluan's heart moved: "The Luminous Pearl? I heard it is a priceless treasure." There were many theories in the past life about what the so-called Luminous Pearl is. Su Qingluan is not a history-related professional or particularly interested in these, so there is no What to understand.
It's just that various TV dramas and folklore have spread the "Night Pearl" to be magical, so Su Qingluan is still very curious.
"I can't say it's priceless, but as I saw it, it's priceless."
Seeing the very interested light flashing in the eyes of the girl opposite, Mu Xingzhi couldn't help but feel funny - to a certain extent, the "ice cubes still crystal clear in autumn" just now are much more precious than this night pearl, but looking at the person opposite It looked like an ordinary object, and he put it in his mouth without even taking a second look.
Just like ice cubes, a rare thing, can be easily obtained at any time and anywhere.
On the other hand, although night-light pearls are not commonplace, they are not rare treasures among wealthy people - but the one he got is a bit more special than the others.
Mu Xingzhi summoned Songbo in with the bell again, and Su Qingluan couldn't help but joke: "Although I don't know who you are, you have an extraordinary status. With only Songbo by your side, isn't it too tight?"
He just smiled slightly: "I'm not really bad at doing things, so it's enough for Songbo to be by my side. If there are more people, trouble will easily arise."
After about a cup of tea, Songbo came out holding a small box about the size of a palm, which contained high-quality silk. However, Su Qingluan did not pay any attention to the luxurious fabric. .
Her eyes seemed to be frozen, staring at the beads in the box in Songbo's hand, which were about the size of a tennis ball and emitted a faint blue gleaming light.
Seeing Su Qingluan staring at Ye Mingzhu for a moment, a smile appeared in Mu Xingzhi's eyes, then became surprised, and then turned serious - because the girl looked at Ye Mingzhu with no look of surprise or admiration.
On the contrary, now her face was pale, her whole body was trembling slightly, her eyes were wide open, and her expression did not look like she had seen some rare treasure, but - but like she had seen a fierce god, the King of Hell and a fierce ghost.
"Qingluan, what on earth are you——"
"Songbo, put down that bead quickly - no, throw it away quickly! Throw it as far away as possible!" Su Qingluan's voice was very sharp, with panic and panic that seemed to break through his throat.
That is the fear of death.
