Su Qingluan was caught staring at someone in the face. Feeling a little guilty, she turned her eyes away and muttered softly, "Isn't the purpose of having a face to be looked at? Can looking at it make you lose a piece of flesh?"

Mu Xingzhi made a "please" gesture upon hearing this: "Qingluan is of course welcome to look at me, but I hope your eyes won't be so... fiery."

Mu Xingzhi deliberately lowered his voice when speaking the last two words, making them as vague and ambiguous as a whisper, making people blush and their hearts beat faster when they heard them.

"Who, who's hot!" Su Qingluan jumped up like a furry animal. "Stop feeling so good about yourself and read your book! I'm going to sleep!"

As for the sense of déjà vu... maybe it's like a celebrity you saw in your previous life?

Because Su Qingluan doesn't have to go to Su Ji these days, and Song Bo takes care of her three meals a day, she can cook when she wants to, and she can be lazy when she doesn't want to. This kind of life is even easier than when she is at home - after all, at home her parents are often away from home, and she has to take care of her younger brothers and sisters.

And here, she is the youngest person - of course, she does not need special care.

So even though she is already a married woman, Su Qingluan has been living a very comfortable life these days.

Relaxed and happy days often pass quickly, just like happy weekends always go by faster than weekdays.

Just like that, three days later, the day to return to her parents' home arrived soon.

On this day, Su Qingluan changed into a goose yellow chest-length skirt. After all, she was only fifteen years old. The color was very bright and vivid, and it looked very appropriate for autumn. The bright color also made people look more energetic.

Mu Xingzhi also changed his usual look of casually letting his hair hang loose. He tied up his hair meticulously and changed into a long straight-hem gown with a light green bamboo pattern on a white background, which made him look very elegant.

It is called "returning home", but in fact it is just passing through two forks in a small road in the village and reaching the other side. It would be more appropriate to say "taking a walk" rather than "returning home".

There’s no way. How big can a small village with only a hundred households be?

It was said that Song Bo had sent someone to deliver the gift early in the morning. It was chosen by Mu Xingzhi, and Su Qingluan did not ask about it.

Firstly, Su Qingluan believed that Mu Xingzhi knew his limits. Secondly, her parents really didn't know how to choose gifts. What Su Qingluan said yesterday wasn't to comfort Mu Xingzhi. Most importantly, she didn't understand what it meant to bring gifts when "returning to one's parents' home." What if she said something she shouldn't have and it got exposed...

...Although Su Qingluan felt that she had revealed most of what she needed to reveal in front of Mu Xingzhi, she still had to struggle...

After all, she now knew that Mu Xingzhi was definitely not as gentle and harmless as he appeared, so Su Qingluan was not sure whether the other party would take advantage of her because he knew her true origins.

...Just think of her as a mean-spirited person, but when it comes to issues that may involve her life, she is really a coward.

The light yellow clothes looked nice, but Su Qingluan obviously had not anticipated how much ladybugs and various flying insects would love bright yellow, light yellow, orange yellow...all kinds of yellow things.

So Su Qingluan was so busy killing these small flying insects along the way that she was overwhelmed.

Mu Xingzhi was pushed in a wheelchair by Song Bo, watching the fun with interest. Occasionally, he pointed out one or two flying insects hiding in the corners of clothes or in places that Su Qingluan could not see, causing Su Qingluan to become flustered again.

It was autumn now, and although the Su family's fields had been outsourced for cultivation and harvesting, for most villagers, farmland was still very important. Therefore, every time this time came, the autumn harvest was the theme of daily labor.

So there are quite a few pedestrians traveling on this country road.

Su Qingluan and Mu Xingzhi are both "well-known" in Huaxi Village - not the kind of familiarity that comes from frequent visits between neighbors. After all, if you count it that way, every family in Huaxi Village is related and they visit each other frequently, so there are no "strangers" in the true sense.

But no matter Su Qingluan or Mu Xingzhi, they both have a certain "prestige" in the minds of the villagers. Although the sources of this prestige are different, they can both achieve the effect of "one call and a hundred responses."

Everyone naturally knew that the two had just gotten married three days ago and were returning home together today.

On the road, a young woman in a light yellow dress was frantically chasing away flying insects, while a young man in a wheelchair was watching with a smile, occasionally joking. A middle-aged servant was pushing the wheelchair behind the two of them, occasionally interrupting with a few words of encouragement. The whole scene was vivid and lively.

Although there were many people watching the fun, most of them had kind smiles on their faces as they watched Su Qingluan and her group slowly walk towards the Su family.

Su Qingluan chased away another unknown black flying insect and said in frustration, "I forgot how rampant flying insects are at this time. I should have chosen not to do this!"

Mu Xingzhi smiled and said, "Didn't I remind you before?"

Su Qingluan thought about it and realized that this was indeed the case. She could only say that she was too optimistic.

But looking at the man's smiling eyes, she felt a little unwilling to admit it, so she deliberately sighed heavily: "As the saying goes, if you don't listen to the advice of the elderly, you will suffer the consequences. I have learned my lesson today."

Hearing this, Song Bo, the only one among the three who could truly call himself "old man", couldn't help but cough, while Mu Xingzhi looked at Su Qingluan with amusement: "Old man's words?"

Su Qingluan looked back at her innocently, as if she had just said it casually and had no other intention.

"Sister!" The girl's voice was clear and penetrating, interrupting the delicate interaction between the two. Su Qingluan looked in the direction of the voice and saw her sister, dressed in a light pink skirt, running towards her with a "da da da" sound. Su Xuanhe was following behind her from a distance, obviously not keeping an eye on the little girl.

However, Su Xuanhe had been in Master Zhou's school for quite some time, and his impulsive personality had improved a lot. So he didn't run with his sister. Instead, he shouted from behind, "Slow down, Sanya. Be careful not to fall!"

The school was closed today, and it happened that the eldest sister was coming back to her parents' home, so Su Xuanhe volunteered to take Su Xueyan, who had been clamoring to see her sister since morning, out to greet her.

I never thought that the little girl saw and heard a cricket and wanted to catch one.

As Su Xuanhe grew older, he rarely quarreled with his sister. Instead, he became more and more "manly" and began to pamper his sister. So without saying a word, he went to catch crickets. Just then, the little girl saw Su Qingluan walking towards him and ran away.

Su Xuanhe was startled by this sudden change and hurried to chase it. The cricket was naturally frightened and jumped away without knowing where to go.

Unexpectedly, as if confirming Su Xuanhe's worries, just when Su Xueyan was about to run to Su Qingluan, with only two or three steps left, the little girl was tripped by the gravel under her feet.

She ran so fast that her center of gravity was unstable and she fell forward.

Su Qingluan's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly reached out to catch her sister. However, she never expected that an arm next to her got there first, stretched out its arm, and picked up the five-year-old girl, preventing her from falling flat on her face.