Su Hang has always been aloof, and the young disciples are afraid when they see him.
Chen Yi secretly scolded him in private all day long. He was unreasonable and just a piece of wood. He had no respect or respect for his senior brothers and sisters. He was arrogant because of his talent.
But after getting in touch with him more recently, Mu Qingyun found that Su Hang had a straightforward temperament and never thought too much. To say that he didn't respect his fellow disciples was absolutely not true.
Su Hang was very serious about his work and promised to take care of Mu Qingyun, so he fulfilled his duties and set an eye for her every day.
Yesterday, Mu Qingyun thought the cloak was bulky and refused to wear it. Today, Su Hang gave him a light and warm cashmere short coat.
I heard from Chen Yi that for this cashmere coat, Su Hang went to the market and negotiated the price with the grandmother who was selling clothes for more than two hours.
He has never been able to save money, so when he had money, he stocked up on weapons and medicinal materials, and even paid for private training.
Su Hang's sword is famous for being a fierce sword, and his fighting style is even more fierce. The attrition rate of his sparring partners is too high. Recently, he himself is too embarrassed to use sparring partners from the martial arts hall in vain. They usually have to pay more, and the extra money is still too much. Very generous.
That is to say, every day we have to eat a lot of food, and every month we have to borrow the next month's subsidy. Month after month, the money is never enough.
Chen Yi also thought of that coat and couldn't help laughing: "I'm afraid I'll be eating steamed buns with pickles for the next half month."
Mu Qingyun smiled.
That's not the case, meals at the martial arts studio are still free.
It’s just that it’s more difficult to add extra meals.
"Next time he grabs the little fox's snacks, I won't talk about him anymore."
The two of them laughed together.
The two sisters were chatting, and the guard outside hurriedly sent a letter to Mu Qingyun.
The letter was actually written by Yu's mother.
Mu Qingyun was quite surprised. Yue Ling and Yu's mother paid special attention to her practicing martial arts in Yuncheng Martial Arts Hall. They never bothered her or told anyone about it.
The two of them seemed to be a little frightened all the time. They always felt like they had received a huge pie, and they were hiding it everywhere in their hands, for fear that if they were not careful, the pie would be stolen by others.
There were several times when Mu Qingyun got so obsessed with practicing that when it was midnight when she returned to Zhang's house, Yue Ling was still awake and waiting for her with the light on. Even so, she never asked anyone to send a message.
After thinking about this, he quickly opened the letter and read it at a glance. Mu Qingyun suddenly stood up.
Chen Yi came over to take a look and became furious: "What kind of dog is Zhang Qing? He even beats up his aunt? He's looking for death!"
Just at noon today, Zhang Qing injured Yue Ling and even hurt her face.
Yue Ling was so angry that she fainted. Yu's mother was really worried, so she sent a letter to Mu Qingyun in a hurry.
Mu Qingyun looked serious: "Senior sister, help me contact the real estate agent. I will buy the house I like now."
With that said, she stood up and went out. As soon as she stood up, Su Hang was one step faster than her, and he was already at the door carrying the newly sharpened sword.
Chen Yi grabbed the person and said, "Let Qingqing handle this matter today. Don't make trouble first."
No one can figure out Su Hang's brain circuit. If he were to take action, if Zhang Qing was simply chopped off with a knife, the problem would not be solved.
As the sun sets, there are more and more people walking on the street.
Mu Qingyun walks this way almost every day. On the road from the martial arts school to Zhang's house, the scenery he encounters every day is also completely different. ….
At the tea stall of the white-haired mother-in-law, the boy in the corner was playing around and being fed two cakes by the mother-in-law from time to time.
Then there is the Baixi Pavilion, which is always crowded with people at all times. Baixi Pavilion and Changhe Theater are adjacent to each other. These two places are also quite famous entertainment venues in Yuncheng.
In addition to the hustle and bustle, there are also dark alleys that hide dirt and evil. Every time he goes to such a place, the coachman, Uncle Li, will speed up, but in fact, Mu Qingyun would like to go a little slower.
Occasionally seeing people coming and going in hidden alleys, it feels like watching an unofficial history documentary.
All the way to Zhang's house, I saw Yu's mother looking flustered and haggard. She couldn't help but frown: "How is my mother?"
Yu's mother was startled and tears rolled down her face: "What else can I do? Husband.
She is a strong person, but the master actually hit her in front of the juniors and Aunt Guo, even in the face. "
"What the hell happened."
Mu Qingyun frowned.
Yu's mother gritted her teeth: "Zhang Qing heard some gossip outside, saying that his daughter and niece were misbehaving because they were raised by actors, and the upper beam was not straight and the lower beam was crooked, so he came over and quarreled with his wife. The boss even took action!"
As she spoke, tears rolled down her face, and Yu's mother was extremely upset. She hated iron and said angrily, "Madam, too. It doesn't matter if she hides herself and makes herself sick. She should be beaten back."
That bad old man Zhang Qing, no matter how sick his wife is, she will beat him five times!
Their wife also had a hot temper in her early years. In those days in Jiangnan, those who dared to provoke her would be beaten without saying a word. The beating would make the other party cry father and mother, and they would hide when they saw the wife.
Great now!
The young lady in her family is so tired from practicing martial arts every day and has to work to make money. The madam is still causing trouble. Not only can she not take care of the young lady, but she also makes people worry all day long.
Mu Qingyun was nervous. Yue Ling's health had been in bad condition. Doctor Liu adjusted the prescription almost every once in a while, but he still could not get rid of the root cause of the disease.
This time I was so angry, I was afraid that my body would be torn apart and something big would happen.
After pushing the door open and entering the house, Mu Qingyun was startled, and his mother was also stunned.
Yue Ling didn't look like she was sick from anger.
She not only changed into new clothes, combed her hair, but also put on make-up. Although bruises could be seen on her face, they were mostly covered up with flower patches.
What he wears on his head is the gold hairpin given by Mu Qingyun.
For a moment, Mu Qingyun thought he saw the original mother in the memory of the original owner, and his heart skipped a beat.
Yue Ling looked at her and smiled and said, "Qingqing, come on. Mom has cut you a new dress. I imitated our Yuncheng's latest style. Let's see if it fits you."
The skirt is quite beautiful, it is the style seen in old photos that Mu Qingyun saw in later generations.
Compared with the dresses of later generations, they are a little less slim and graceful, and more elegant and quiet.
Mu Qingyun's cheeks turned red and he quickly pinched his nails before suppressing the strange and unfamiliar emotions in his mind that clearly should not belong to him.
Yue Ling smiled and said, "Don't go back and forth to your hometown martial arts gym from now on. Mom is fine now and doesn't need to take medicine. Save up your monthly money and buy a house next to your martial arts gym."
Mother Yu was so happy all of a sudden that she seemed to have forgotten all those messy things. She nodded after hearing this: "That's very true. It's hard for me to see the little lady running around like this every day."
They talked for a long time, and Yue Ling showed her a dozen pairs of shoes she had made for Mu Qingyun.
Mu Qingyun practices martial arts, so shoes cost a lot, and the ones bought from outside are not as comfortable and fit as those made by Yue Ling herself.
While they were talking lively, I heard a young and unfamiliar voice outside: "Madam, are you there? The master asked me to come and get the key to the warehouse. From now on, I will leave all the household affairs to Aunt Guo."
Yue Ling's fingers trembled slightly, and she tried to smile, but she lowered her head and spat out a mouthful of blood on the shoe in her hand, like dots of plum blossoms. .
The Snow Emperor
