Perhaps he didn't expect that Su Qingluan thought for a long time and suddenly said "pay it to the family". Mu Xingzhi was obviously stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help laughing.
It is not the kind of smile that usually hangs on the face, and the face does not change even if the mountain collapses in front of it, but a more vivid and bright one, which represents "emotional joy" and should really be interpreted by a "smile" smile.
Su Qingluan looked at Mu Xingzhi in surprise: "You smiled!"
Her expression was too surprised, as if she had seen something rare, which made Mu Xingzhi couldn't help but ask, "Do I usually smile less?"
Su Qingluan shook his head: "This smile is different from your usual smile."
Mu Xingzhi didn't ask back, but there was a questioning look in his eyes, as if he was waiting for her to explain, "What's the difference?"
This process of converting the "feeling" into concrete words still requires some effort. Su Qingluan lowered his head and thought for a moment before saying: "Maybe what I feel is not accurate, but your usual smile, It feels more like a 'social expression' to me, the kind of expression you put on your face for the sake of politeness."
After thinking about it, she shook her head again: "Maybe it's not just to be polite. In short, when you smile like usual, people will not understand what you are thinking in your heart. It's like... it's like wearing a It's like a mask called 'smile'." Su Qingluan tried to use specific words to describe the feeling she felt.
"But this time is different," Su Qingluan looked at Mu Xingzhi again, "I can feel that you are really made to laugh happily, although..." Her voice lowered again and she curled her lips. , "Maybe my idea is really weird, that's why you laugh."
In short, you are just amused by her weird brain circuit, right?
But can you blame her? No way! There are thousands of generation gaps between her and everyone in this era, so it's natural for her to have different ideas, right?
However, this kind of thing could not be said even to death, so Su Qingluan could only be a weirdo in silence, which was really frustrating.
After all, the image of him in Mu Xingzhi's mind is most likely that of a guy with a clear and strange mind. This impression cannot be considered "excellent", right?
However, Su Qingluan learned various mental victory methods after getting sick in her previous life. For example, now, although she feels that she most likely does not have a tall image in the other person's mind, but on the other hand, this kind of persona has a high safety index and does not need to be used. I’m afraid of being suspected anytime and anywhere!
Seeing that the thoughts of the person opposite him had wandered off somewhere, Mu Xingzhi gently patted his palms in front of Su Qingluan and brought back Su Qingluan's lost soul: "Speaking You can get distracted by talking, Qingluan, what happened to you today?"
Su Qingluan endured it and couldn't help but yawned: "Actually, it's because I basically stayed up most of the night cooking rice dumplings the night before yesterday. Although I went to bed early yesterday, I got up early today!"
What's more, he suffered a large number of "mental attacks" in the morning. Now sitting in Mu Xing's home, listening to the other party's gentle and elegant voice, Su Qingluan felt drowsy.
But she obviously understood rationally that sleeping at this time was not a wise decision, so she tried to stay awake.
However, no matter how it is rationally, mental and physical fatigue exist objectively, and it does not mean what the rational mind thinks. Therefore, although Su Qingluan barely managed to keep his eyes closed and fell asleep, it was difficult to stay focused mentally. All kinds of wandering thoughts start to appear at every turn.
Hearing Su Qingluan mention rice dumplings, both of them remembered that Su Qingluan's rice dumplings hadn't been opened yet, so Mu Xingzhi asked: "I haven't had lunch yet, would Qingluan want to share some with me?"
Su Qingluan's small amount of food in the morning was almost consumed by the whole morning of tossing and going back and forth. When he heard Mu Xingzhi's invitation, he immediately nodded obediently, then looked at the man opposite and asked with some caution: "You... don't really like eating overly sweet things, right?"
Mu Xingzhi felt that when the girl opposite asked this question, her tone contained a cautious probing that he thought was well hidden. This made him habitually roll the words on his tongue a few more times. Circled, and nodded after a moment: "Well, that's true, but if it's a delicious dessert, it won't be too repulsive."
Is this spying on my own taste habits? The man thought: But it seems to be subtly different from those who used to flatter or have ulterior motives.
Su Qingluan only knew that the man opposite him had returned to his "Yun Dan Feng Qing" brand smile, but she didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.
But if she had any super power similar to "mind reading", she would definitely explain to Mu Xingzhi speechlessly: "Although I want to know your taste, I don't want to speculate on your living habits. , but... I want to draw a potentially less determined sweet party to my salty party's camp!"
The Salty Party will never admit defeat!
Mu Xingzhi called Songbo in and everyone ate rice dumplings together - although the master and servant had already eaten rice dumplings in the morning to suit the occasion, but still, the food produced by Su Qingluan must be of high quality.
"I said..." Su Qingluan looked at Mu Xingzhi still sitting in the wheelchair and glanced at him up and down, "If you have already eaten rice dumplings in the morning, you should eat less. After all, this stuff is not easy to digest."
Mu Xingzhi looked at Su Qingluan: "I thought I was younger and stronger than Song Bo?"
"What's the use of being young!" Su Qingluan is now in a semi-wandering state, and it's easy for her mouth to not have too many doors - although she has fewer and fewer doors in front of Mu Xingzhi, "You are young, but you sit here every day Don’t move!”
In the previous life, many young people in their twenties or even teenagers spent all day lying on the sofa playing games and watching TV shows. Their ability to climb stairs was not as good as that of some adults in their fifties and sixties.
Su Qingluan looked at the person in front of him with some disgust: Although he was pretending to be sick, sitting in a wheelchair like this every day, what is the difference between him and the "couch potatoes" of later generations?
If you really get married in person in the future, should you ask him to do some exercises like yoga to increase his physical strength?
It has to be said that from a physical perspective alone, Mu Xingzhi looks like a weakling.
Su Qingluan's expression couldn't be said to be straightforward, it was simply clear, especially when she glanced at Mu Xingzhi and then at Song Bo, focusing on their arms and legs for a long time.
At least from the appearance point of view, Mu Xingzhi, who is slender and slender, is completely defeated!
Song Bo wished he could turn himself into a quail: it's none of his business!
