The sound of inquiry in the door made Su Qingluan frantically complain and swipe the screen, and he had to be forced to press the pause button, and used all his self-control to put on a particularly quiet expression and asked, "Is Mr. Mu here?" I want to trouble Mr. Mu to borrow a book. ”

With a "click" sound, the wooden door opened, Su Qingluan hurriedly stepped forward and gave a cross hand salute, and then looked up, his whole body was a little stiff: The one who opened the door was none other than the old man who pushed the wheelchair when he met Mu Xingzhi for the first time?

But don't panic! Su Qingluan comforted himself and said: I didn't see this the first two times I met Mu Xingzhi, and after a month, now I am a man again, this old man may not remember himself-

As a result, the next moment, the opposite side completely broke her illusion, and the old man on the other side looked her up and down, and his serious face, which was originally a little unapproachable, eased up, and opened his mouth to crit: "Isn't this the little lady I met by the river that day?" What ...... are you dressed for? ”

Su Qingluan looked down at her rain-soaked men's clothes, and said embarrassedly: "This is just for the convenience of walking...... " As she spoke, she gently patted the rain that had just been stained on her clothes.

Song Bo looked at Su Qingluan, and then looked up at the weather: "You can come in and take shelter from the rain, but please try to be as quiet as possible - the owner has just used the medicine and rested." ”

"The owner?" Su Qingluan thought for a while, "Is it Mr. Mu?" ”

Somber nodded.

An apology appeared on Su Qingluan's face: "Eh, then it's really not the right time for me to come, I'm really sorry for the interruption." ”

Somber shook his head and said it was okay.

Following Songbo into the courtyard, Su Qingluan found that although the courtyard of Muxing's house was no different from other houses except for the piece of bamboo from the outside, there was something different in the courtyard.

Unlike the courtyard of Sun Guixiang or Liu'er's house where she went to was paved with loess, the road from the courtyard gate to the door of the house was paved with fine stones, coupled with fine sand, and it was not as soft as loess when stepping on it.

Moreover, this layer of "road" is slightly higher than the ground of the loess, so even if it rains now, the rainwater will quickly seep to both sides, and there is no muddy feeling when you step on this gravel-paved path.

Su Qingluan measured the width with his eyes, it should be able to accommodate Mu Xingzhi's wheelchair to pass easily.

And unlike other houses with thresholds, Muxing House has no thresholds whether it is the gate or the door of the house, and there is also a gentle slope next to the steps at the entrance, which is more convenient for wheelchairs to enter and exit.

Su Qingluan followed Song Bo to the room in the front hall - it was said to be the front hall, but it was just one more wooden table and two wooden chairs than the grass room next to it.

"Please wait a moment, I'll bring you a bowl of hot ginger soup." Song Bo said to Su Qingluan.

Su Qingluan hurriedly waved his hand: "Don't bother, originally I just wanted to borrow a book, but now that Mr. Mu is sick, it would be rude for me to come and disturb." ”

In fact, Tian Xing'er and the others also said before that Mu Xingzhi's body was sick and weak, and he had to close the door for ten days and a half at every turn, and Su Qingluan was just here to try his luck, who knew that it was just such an inch.

However, thinking of Mu Xingzhi's thin figure and pale face in his impression, Su Qingluan frowned slightly: What is the disease that can make people linger on the sickbed so often?

The thought flashed through him, for from the inner chamber a low, extremely weak voice asked, "Somber, who is coming?" ”

"What's wrong with you, boss?" Song Bo took three steps and made two steps towards the inner room, and Su Qingluan also stood up awkwardly: others are sick and bedridden, and she comes to disturb her, which is really a little too inappropriate.

"Change clothes with me, how can you see the guest ...... if you are so unorthodox" Mu Xingzhi's low voice came.

This sentence made Su Qingluan almost want to throw down the sentence "Don't bother, I'll leave now", but after taking a look at the increasingly rapid rain outside, he was really embarrassed - not to mention that while the master was changing clothes, the act of running away by himself may be even more rude.

So she could only sit on the chair obediently as if waiting for the head teacher to check her homework, and said in her heart that she really shouldn't have come today, she couldn't rest well because she was sick, and she was embarrassed and had no place to put her hands and feet.

Moments later, Somber came out in a wooden wheelchair.

Mu Xingzhi is still the kind of thin person who can't help the wind, as if it will dissipate as soon as the wind blows.

"It turned out to be Mrs. Su." Mu Xingzhi smiled and said, "I never thought you would come." ”

Su Qingluan complained to herself in her heart: Look at it, look at it! What sick person would like to be dug out of the comfort of their bed by a visitor?

But here it is!

Su Qingluan said in her heart, it's a big deal to solve it quickly, let the patient rest quickly!

So she stepped forward and gave a blessing, and simply said, "I want to rent a shop." So she succinctly explained her unusually low price and her own worries, as well as her request to borrow a book on the law related to rental, highlighting the efficiency and speed.

Probably I haven't seen a mouth as if reporting the name of a dish, and the two people on the other side were stunned for a moment, and then Mu Xingzhi smiled and said, "Little lady Su doesn't need to be in such a hurry." ”

As he spoke, he looked at Songbo: "Go and get a handkerchief, at least let Su Niangzi wipe her face." ”

With these words, Su Qingluan felt that he felt the rain falling down his cheeks and hair.

"Oh, don't bother, I'll go back right away......" Before he finished speaking, Songbo had already turned around and walked out.

Su Qingluan: ...... Oh, a little embarrassing.

This is a hall, and although it is raining outside, the main entrance is not closed. Su Qingluan felt the cool breeze blowing in from the door, looked at Mu Xingzhi's thin clothes, and frowned a little worriedly: "Mr. Mu, doesn't it matter if you blow the wind here?" ”

Although it is summer, the breeze in the rain is not cold, but after all, Mu Xingzhi is sick.

Without thinking about it, Mu Xingzhi shook his head and said that it was okay, then turned to look at her and smiled slightly: "Didn't you say that you want to call your name directly, why did you start calling 'sir'?" ”

Su Qingluan blinked and reacted: "Oh, I've met a few friends recently, and they all call you that, and I'm used to it." "I haven't noticed anything wrong.

Mu Xingyi smiled, noncommittal, and only asked about one other thing: "I heard that Su Niangzi was adopted by a big family who was held by the wrong one before?" ”

Su Qingluan nodded: "But I don't remember, I heard that I fell into the water and had a high fever when I came back to Huaxi Village, and I forgot many things when I woke up." ”

"It turns out that there is also a matter of holding the wrong baby nearby...... Mu Xingzhi sighed a little, "I heard from a friend from the capital of a friend, and the little lady of Anninghou's Mansion was also hugged by the wrong ......"

Obviously it was just a very ordinary piece of gossip, but Su Qingluan felt that her reaction was very strange: when she heard the words "Anning Houfu", why did her heart beat so violently for no reason?

Why does a ...... arise in my mind? Feelings of resentment?