Mu Xingzhi smiled slightly when he heard this: "Song Bo is afraid that the river wind will be strong at dusk a little later, so he will go back to his home and get a robe for me." ”

Su Qingluan sat on the side, and the movement of tying the rope on his hand did not stop.

She nodded, "I see," although it is the height of summer, it is natural to be more cautious about people in wheelchairs, "I was still thinking that you came here alone." ”

When Mu Xingzhi heard this, the slender ten fingers that flexibly shuttled between the hemp ropes paused slightly: "How can I come here alone?" ”

Su Qingluan: Ah, this......

It's really her "modern thinking inertia" that is making a mistake again.

In the last years of her last life, due to her serious illness, she joined some "patient mutual aid groups".

The group members were enthusiastic and cheerful, and many of them had to participate in various gatherings in wheelchairs although they had limited mobility.

The wheelchair can be used to drive fluently on the road without manpower, and Su Qingluan has even seen more than one "wheelchair travel agency".

After seeing a lot, I became accustomed to it, and subconsciously felt that even if a person in a wheelchair was not accompanied, there was no problem in traveling by himself.

Completely forgetting that the wheelchair used by Mu Xingzhi is rough and cumbersome, and it cannot be compared with modern electric wheelchairs.

Seeing that Su Qingluan couldn't say why, Mu Xingzhi didn't seem to intend to make a difference in such trivial matters, but after a while, the "fence" in his hand had become a very spectacular piece.

"Is that possible?" After the knot of the last hemp rope was knotted, Mu Xingzhi handed the things in his hand to Su Qingluan.

Su Qingluan took it and took a look, the gap between the "fence" in his hand was evenly wide, the knots of the hemp rope were neat and beautiful, and he put them together with his crooked finished product, which was not a little bit bit.

"Mr. Mu, your craftsmanship is so good!" Su Qingluan was sincerely admired.

She only pays attention to aesthetics when it comes to cooking. This kind of skill of dabbling in "survival in the wild", if it weren't for the current conditions being too simple, she would never have bothered so much.

When Mu Xingzhi heard this, he played with the remaining hemp rope, and said softly: "I usually like to fiddle with some interesting small objects, so I have a little experience. ”

Su Qingluan was very naïve at this time to think that the so-called "interesting little objects" were just small toys with some educational functions such as chain locks, or what kind of small ornaments Daddy likes to carve out of wood.

When she really saw what the so-called "interesting little objects" were, she complained ten thousand times in her heart: this is called "interesting little objects"??!

Was there some misunderstanding of her definition of "interesting"?

Of course, now Su Qingluan naturally doesn't have so much to say.

She is now very grateful to Mu Xingzhi - thanks to him, the working time of making the "fence" today has been greatly shortened.

I don't know if it's because of the blessing of gratitude, Su Qingluan felt that Mu Xingzhi's original delicate face, which could be called "barely passing", became much more pleasing to the eye under the reflection of the sunlight that gradually slanted westward.

Based on this gratitude, Su Qingluan turned back to Mu Xingzhi's wheelchair after fixing the "wooden fence" to the selected river section:

"I'm going to wait for the fish to gather over, and you're also waiting for someone, why don't we chat and pass the time?"

As she spoke, she simply sat down casually on the open space next to Mu Xingzhi, and at the same time, without a trace, her afterglow fell on Mu Xingzhi, who had been sitting in a wheelchair.

She had been changing positions for so long, and she still felt a little tired.

This man has been sitting in a wheelchair since he saw him, and his upper body has not even been in shape once, isn't he tired?

"Don't you want to chat?" Mu Xingzhi's voice suddenly remembered, "Why is Mrs. Su staring at me?" ”

"I wonder what kind of willpower do you rely on to do this, won't you get tired?"

If she sat motionless for such a long time, it was estimated that she would have a herniated disc in her waist.

Mu Xingzhi was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head: "I'm used to it." ”

Got used to it? Could it be that I can't walk since I was a child?

For a moment, all kinds of conjectures flashed in Su Qingluan's mind, but after all, she and this person were only nodding friends—it was not even known whether there was a "relationship" strictly speaking—and it was inconvenient to ask deeply.

However, although it is not easy to inquire about personal privacy and the like, you can inquire about the gossip that everyone knows.

Thinking of this, Su Qingluan's eyes flashed with a small flame of gossip, and he raised his head and asked, "Mr. Mu, I heard that Master Zhou, who is a fairy wind bone, once 'made an appointment' with you to fight Hongfu Tower?" ”

Hearing the word "about fighting", Mu Xingzhi smiled and waved his hand slightly: "I can't talk about 'about fighting', it's just that Brother Hanging Fan was depressed at that time, and there were many collisions between my words at that time, so there was a misunderstanding." ”

Su Qingluan thought about it and knew that the so-called "Brother Hanging Sail" referred to the name of Master Zhou - there are no "words" and "numbers" and many other titles in this world, but it makes her, a modern person, not so big.

But......

"You? Collision? Su Qingluan looked up and down at the young man in front of him with a gentle and harmless smile, and then thought about the fairy spirit of Master Zhou before.

Such two people, one looks desireless, the other looks chic and upright, it is difficult to think that such two people can "stubble" - although it is a "Wendou" way.

Mu Xingzhi: "Why is Mrs. Su so surprised?" ”

"Because it doesn't feel like the two of you can argue about something - especially Mr. Mu, it feels like you have no desires and no desires, and you will immediately ascend to immortality."

To say that the person in front of him is indeed emotional, but the feeling for Su Qingluan is "controlled" and "not excessive".

It's like all the emotions of this person are separated by a layer of something, and there is a sense of disobedience that is unreal.

Mu Xingzhi sighed: "Su Niangzi's words are wrong, and I was depressed in my early years. ”

Su Qingluan subconsciously looked at Mu Xingzhi's legs that fell on the front steps of the wheelchair, and asked cautiously in a voice almost like a whisper: "Because, your legs?" ”

Mu Xingzhi was calm: "It can be said that this is the case." ”

Su Qingluan looked at him steadily, not knowing what to say.

Because she is a person with sound feet, some words come out of her mouth, and there is a feeling of "standing and talking without backache".

Even if she says a cart of comforting words or chicken soup for the soul, it doesn't change the fact that "your legs are not good for walking".

Mu Xingzhi originally looked far ahead, and he didn't see any movement from the person sitting next to him for a long time.

When I looked back, I saw a little girl dressed as a teenager sitting in the sunshine in the west, frowning with a sad face, shrinking her originally beautiful facial features.

Mu Xingzhi smiled: "Why is Mrs. Su so troubled?" ”