"Qing'er, I've been waiting for you for a long time, you're back."

Mu Zichuan came over and said.

Yang Ruoqing was secretly surprised in her heart.

This is really said by Tang Lingzi!

She looked directly at Mu Zichuan and asked, "What are you waiting for me to do?" ”

Mu Zichuan rubbed his hands with a smile and said, "No, it's cold, I'm afraid you'll be freezing, so I'll send you some charcoal." ”

"Charcoal?"

Yang Ruoqing was surprised.

"Yes." Mu Zichuan nodded with a smile.

He turned and pointed to a small bag leaning against the corner.

"There is five catties of second-class charcoal in it, which my mother asked my uncle to get and keep me warm at night by reading and writing."

"I thought it must be cold in Qing'er's house, so I'll give you half of it."

Mu Zichuan said eloquently.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at the charcoal bag placed in the corner of the wall.

What kind of auspicious day is this zodiac today, why do you send charcoal to her one or two?

Here, Mu Zichuan has been observing Yang Ruoqing's reaction.

In his prediction, Qing'er's family is so poor that they must not be able to burn charcoal.

Giving her charcoal in the snow, she must be too happy to be decent.

However, her reaction seemed to be different from what he expected.

Just when Mu Zichuan was full of doubts, Yang Ruoqing spoke up.

She smiled and said to Mu Zichuan: "I understand your kindness." ”

"You can't read and write at night without charcoal, so you should take this charcoal back."

As she spoke, she glanced at Luo Fengtang beside her.

"I just got a lot of wood chips from Tang Yanzi's house, and there are ......"

Before Yang Ruoqing finished speaking, she was interrupted by Mu Zichuan.

"Where can there be charcoal from wood chips?"

Mu Zichuan glanced at the basket full of sawdust that Luo Fengtang was carrying in his hand, and his delicate brows wrinkled slightly.

"Wood scraps are worthless, they smell smoke all over the house, and they choke people's tears."

He squinted at Luo Fengtang and the sawdust that Luo Fengtang was carrying, and his tone revealed a bit of disdain.

"This is my second-class charcoal, and all the big families in the town burn this, and there is very little smoke and dust when it is burned."

"Qing'er, you take this charcoal first, it's not enough to turn back, I'll find a way. Success? ”

After listening to Mu Zichuan's words, Yang Ruoqing still had a smile on her face.

However, it was not Fang Cai's grateful.

It is full of undisguised ridicule.

"Mu Zichuan, I haven't finished my words yet."

She said, and then went around to the other side of Luo Fengtang and put the twine bag he threw on his back on the ground.

"Tang Lingzi not only gave me wood scraps to start a fire, but also burned thirty catties of fruit charcoal for my family."

"When he goes back, he has to continue to burn camphor charcoal, I think this winter's charcoal is enough, right?"

Mu Zichuan thought he had misheard.

Fruit charcoal?

How can it be!

He poked his head out and glanced at the charcoal in the twine bag.

It doesn't matter from the color or the appearance.

Or the lines of the fracture, or the faint fragrance that emanates.

This quality is far better than the ten catties of fruit charcoal at home!

Moreover, Luo Fengtang gave it away to thirty pounds.

Mu Zichuan turned his head and glanced at the five-pound second-class charcoal leaning against the corner of the wall, and his face was immediately red.

I can't wait to find a crack in the ground to drill!

Yang Ruoqing glanced at Mu Zichuan and frowned secretly.

She didn't want to embarrass Mu Zichuan this time.

Although in his words, he was a little condescending and contemptuous, which made her unhappy.

But he didn't mean to find fault.

He's here to deliver charcoal.

The starting point is good.

She immediately re-screwed the mouth of the bag and handed it to Luo Fengtang.

"Tang Yanzi, you send the things to my house first, I'll say a few words to him and then come."

"Hmm!"

Luo Fengtang responded.

He knew that staying here would make Mu Zichuan even more embarrassed.

He believes that Qing'er has her own way of doing things.

Luo Fengtang didn't ask more questions, and strode into the alley with his things.

Here, there are only Mu Zichuan and Yang Ruoqing left.

Mu Zichuan's whole person was like a frosted eggplant, standing in place with a gray face, drooping his head.

Yang Ruoqing walked up to him, took a breath, and said clearly: "Don't look like this, in the end, I am still very grateful to you." ”

"Thank you?"

Mu Zichuan slowly raised his eyes.

"Appreciate me for what? Do I have anything to be grateful for? ”

He asked mockingly.

thought that five catties of second-class charcoal could shock Qing'er.

Unexpectedly, as soon as people made a move, it was thirty catties of fruit charcoal.

Mu Zichuan felt like a clown jumping off the beam.

Yang Ruoqing looked at him quietly, as if she could see through his thoughts.

She sighed lightly and said to Mu Zichuan: "It doesn't matter if it's fruit charcoal or charcoal, or even wood chips and loose balls." ”

"There is no distinction between high and low things, and no matter how deep or shallow kindness is."

"In such a cold winter, you can think of me, and you can send me something to keep warm."

"Even if it's just a straw, I'm grateful!"

"Qing'er ......"

The corners of Mu Zichuan's lips squirmed, and his eyes looked at her deeply, his face full of emotion.

"Mu Zichuan, you wait for me to finish speaking, will you?" She asked, smiling.

Mu Zichuan nodded: "Okay, you say, I'll listen to you." ”

Yang Ruoqing secretly rolled her eyes.

A scholar is a scholar, just listen to it, and you have to drag the text.

Ay!

"Mu Zichuan, I understand your kindness, but I don't like to hear what you said today."

Yang Ruoqing said.

"Qing'er, are you protecting him?" Mu Zichuan asked with a frown.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "I don't help my relatives." ”

"I just think that what you give yours, what he gives him, can't be guilty of slandering what others give."

"It doesn't make sense, it seems narrow-minded."

"You are a scholar, and you will test your fame in the future."

"There is a saying that the prime minister can hold the boat in his belly, speak and act, and be so bitter and mean, it will make people disgusted. Got it? ”

She told him word by word, it was the first time she had opened up to him.

Mu Zichuan was silent, and thoughts flashed in his eyes.

He understood that Yang Ruoqing's words were reassuring him.

He understands that he is not a narrow-minded person.

I don't know why, every time I see her with Luo Fengtang.

It will become uncontrollable, and the words will also seem bitter!

"Qing'er, you're right, I was reckless in this matter today, and I won't do it again in the future."

Mu Zichuan said in a deep voice.

Yang Ruoqing breathed a sigh of relief.

Mu Zichuan is not the kind of incorrigible person, this saliva is not in vain.

"Cheng, then let's talk about it, you take your charcoal to the house earlier, and I should go into the house too." She urged with a smile.

Mu Zichuan shook his head.

"I know that my five catties of charcoal can't be compared with Tang Lingzi's thirty catties of fruit charcoal."

He said: "But you also said just now, as long as it is a straw, it is a piece of my heart." ”

"Then why don't you accept this piece of my heart?"

He stared into her eyes and asked.