Out of politeness, Mu Xingzhi did not look too far into the drawer, because after a casual glance, he found that there were some very common gadgets in life.
In fact, this is indeed the case. There are half-finished straw toys that Su Qingluan made for his younger siblings, trinkets that he bought after looking at the fun things at the market, or other trinkets that friends gave each other.
These things are basically not valuable, but they represent a heart or a memory, so they cannot be thrown away casually, so Su Qingluan put them in the two drawers under the dressing table.
Anyway, after she got married, all the original jewelry in these two drawers were taken away. What's more, there were only a few jewelry that Su Qingluan used to use. Most of them were to make Mrs. Yang happy. When she just designed When she came out, Su Qingluan put it on once or twice, then changed back into men's clothes and put the jewelry in the box to collect dust.
At this time, Su Qingluan was holding a dried clay figurine in his hand.
The surface of this clay figurine is already somewhat cracked, and it has obviously not been moved for a while, but the details on it are still lifelike.
Mu Xingzhi heard that Su Qingluan's tone was obviously related to him, so he turned to look at the clay figure in his hand.
The clay sculpture was vivid and lifelike, and it was that of a young woman. Because she is holding a little rabbit in her arms, it can be seen that the figure in the sculpture is the fairy Chang'e, and the rabbit in her arms is the Jade Rabbit who makes medicine, and lives with Chang'e in the legendary Moon Palace.
Mu Xingzhi's expression was a little subtle: "This Chang'e really has graceful and charming features, but...how does this look like me?" The craftsmanship of this clay sculptor is really superb, not to mention the expression of Fairy Chang'e, and even the rabbit in her arms. They were all naive, but even so, Mu Xingzhi didn't think there was any similarity between Chang'e and himself.
...You can’t say it’s the rabbit that’s “similar,” right? Suddenly, this idea came to Mu Xingzhi's mind, and then a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes: It is said that those who are close to vermillion are red and those who are close to ink are black. I have heard too many of Qingluan's unconventional thoughts, and he has occasionally taken risks recently. Such words make people scratch their heads at first glance.
Su Qingluan shook her head: "That's not it." She shook the statue of Fairy Chang'e in her hand, "But that clay sculpture was bought at the stall with my brother. I bought this Chang'e's, and my sister asked for the Seven Fairies. Yes, I remember my brother asked for a general of some sort, it seems his surname is Xiao, or Xiao..."
In order to show that the two surnames were different, Su Qingluan also gestured at the difference between the two characters in mid-air: "I don't know if General Xiao is a real person or a folk legend."
When Mu Xingzhi heard the surname "Xiao", his eyes flickered imperceptibly, but if he didn't want to be noticed by others, he wouldn't show any details.
"Oh? Why do you think it's folklore?" His voice was very soft, with subtle inducement.
"Because that old man said one moment that the young general joined the army at the age of thirteen or four, and the next he said that he had repeatedly accomplished extraordinary feats at the age of sixteen or seven. He also said that spreading the beans into an army was totally against the objective laws." Su Qingluan shook her head and complained.
"What are 'objective laws'?" Mu Xingzhi heard words that he didn't quite understand again, although this had happened to Su Qingluan too many times.
Su Qingluan is obviously used to this explanation, and he is no longer afraid of being exposed at any time - after all, this vocabulary has no clear content that transcends the times.
"To put it simply, things that actually exist and will not change according to how we imagine in our hearts are called 'objective' laws." Su Qingluan tried to solve it with the simplest and most straightforward thing, "For example, I like During the day, I don’t like the night, but even if I don’t like it, it will still be dark when the time comes, out of my control. This is ‘objective’.”
"So, the opposite of 'objective' is 'subjective', which is something that can be changed by personal willpower? For example, if I don't like something, I don't have to look at it. Is it subjective?"
Su Qingluan was once again amazed at the ability of the man in front of him to draw inferences: It can only be said that smart people are always smart people.
Confirming Mu Xingzhi's conjecture, Su Qingluan nodded: "In short, the sculpture of the young general looks very similar to you...well, to the 'original' you. If he was not a general, I might not think that It’s you.”
Mu Xingzhi looked at Su Qingluan playfully: "How does Qingluan know it's not me he's talking about?"
"Tch, you? General? Or young general?" Su Qingluan first said "cut" disdainfully, and then looked at Mu Xingzhi with exaggerated and contemptuous eyes, especially the excessively slender and white wrists.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, if you can be a 'Young General' with your physique, then I'm afraid my dad won't be the boxing champion Tyson?"
"Who is boxing champion Tyson?"
"I heard in the story book that he is a martial arts person who is very good at boxing." Su Qingluan lied casually, but this is not a "lie". In a sense, a boxer can also be said to be a "martial arts person." It's just that the rules of this "martial arts" are different.
As for the authenticity of the storybooks, Su Qingluan was not worried about Mu Xingzhi searching for them. After all, there were many storytellers in this era, with different genres and themes, even fantasy - but compared to those on the Internet , the current routine is indeed not very novel, it is only better than the interesting subject matter.
After Mu Xingzhi heard this, he decided not to pursue the case any further and just said, "What if it's true?"
Originally, Su Qingluan was still a little suspicious, thinking that Mu Xingzhi might really be that "General Xiao". After all, the surname "Xiao" was still a royal surname. If Mu Xingzhi was said to be a relative of the emperor, it would not matter. It also makes sense.
But now when she heard the other party ask her so calmly, "What if it's true?", she felt unsure.
Because in Su Qingluan's opinion, Mu Xingzhi's body shape was too slender and thin. In her impression, a person who could become a general, or even just an ordinary soldier, even if he was not "big and strong", should at least have well-proportioned hands and feet, not to mention exaggerated muscles, and his arms should at least give people a "reliable" feeling.
But Mu Xingzhi's wrists can even compete with his own, and his skin color is fairer than many girls including himself!
With such a body shape, could he go to the battlefield to deliver food to the enemy?
What's more, in Su Qingluan's view, Mu Xingzhi kept everything mysterious. As long as he didn't want to tell others, they wouldn't tell them even if they tore his mouth apart.
For such a person, when he encounters something he doesn't want to say, he usually interrupts. So today, when Mu Xingzhi asked bluntly, "Why can't he be General Xiao?", Su Qingluan felt very inconsistent - if Mu Xingzhi didn't mind his identity being pointed out, then he would have to deliberately change his appearance. Pretending to be in such a remote place?
So by asking him this question, he could prove that he was not that general.
