"Um, cough," Mu Liangchao sat opposite her, awkwardly touched his nose, and picked up the fruit basket and placed it on the table, "I saw it on the way here and bought it on the spur of the moment."

Chang Le glanced at the fruit basket, as gaudy as his hair, and couldn't bear to look at it. He didn't expose Chang Le's lie about "buying it on the way." He lived at the foot of the mountain, and his property covered both the foot and the top of the mountain. He supplied the mountain people directly; it wasn't a supermarket, so why would he buy from them?

"Stop shaking." Chang Le couldn't help but stare at his trembling legs.

Mu Liangchao felt awkward and subconsciously started shaking his leg. He was a little embarrassed when she directly pointed it out, and stubbornly said, "Can't I shake my leg? I didn't shake your leg!"

Chang Le rolled her eyes.

"Hey! I've been here for half a month, and I haven't seen any other skills, but my taciturn temper has grown!" Mu Liangchao tore off a grape and threw it over.

Chang Le raised his hand and caught it.

"If you're so capable, wait until you're healed, then I'll have Fu Guang arrange for you to train under me. I'll see what you're capable of! If your performance matches your stubbornness, then we'll call it even for the time you bit me! How about that?" Mu Liangchao said excitedly.

Chang Le raised his eyes slightly, looked him up and down, and thought to himself: How can someone so old be so childish?

"What can you teach me?" Chang Le asked.

That's what she cares about. As for performance or proof, only a naive person would care.

Mu Liangchao immediately launched into a sales pitch, rattling off the training content he was in charge of, and then spent a long time boasting about his achievements in firearms.

Chang Le: "Oh, but I like cold weapons."

A bucket of cold water was poured over his head, and Mu Liangchao looked incredulous: "What? You don't like those hot and exquisite weapons, but prefer those cold and hard things? No way! You have to learn from me, and of course, learn cold weapons from Lao Si too. I will definitely use my personal charm to conquer you and make you finally choose to fall in love with those hot and fiery cannons!"

Chang Le definitely didn't fall in love; on the contrary, she was disgusted by his choice of words.

But after thinking about it carefully, Chang Le realized he wanted to learn both, so he nodded and said, "Okay."

"It's settled then! I'll go say hello to Fu Guang first!" Mu Liangchao jumped up and left.

Just as Chang Le breathed a sigh of relief after he left and was about to eat some grapes, he rushed back in, shouting at the top of his lungs:

"sorry!"

Then it ran away like the wind.

Chang Le: ...

It took her a while to realize that it might be an apology for the day she injured his subordinate and he came to question her.

However, Fu Guang said that "A Lai" was Mu Liangchao's comrade-in-arms, the kind who could fight side by side.

When it comes to comrades-in-arms, Chang Le automatically thinks of Ye Buqi, because only Sister Ye can make her completely trust her.

Remembering what Sister Xiaoye said before she left, Chang Le clenched her fists and secretly vowed to live well.

After a month of recuperation, Chang Le was allowed to begin martial arts training.

When Fu Guang asked her to choose one of Mu Liangchao, Ren Baitou, Wan Buxun, and Xue Wuwang to train with, she chose Mu Liangchao without hesitation.

"Is it because of a bet?" Fu Guang asked.

Chang Le shook his head: "He's the most suitable."

She had observed these four people. Ren Baitou and Wan Buxun were straightforward and introverted, respectively, and were not suitable to mentor her. Xue Wuwang, who seemed fierce, was too special to her. He was usually very gentle in his speech, so how could he be ruthless in training? Therefore, the only one who could truly be ruthless and had the words to point out her shortcomings was Mu Liangchao.

However, she had a question. She looked up at Fu Guang, but the question remained unasked.

Fu Guang noticed and guessed what she was thinking: "Aren't you going to ask why I'm not the one leading you?"

Chang Le remained silent. She wanted to ask, but thinking that he might say something like "I'm too busy" or "You're not good enough for me to personally take care of," she decided not to.

Fu Guang sneakily touched her head, and Chang Le immediately jumped away, covering her head and glaring at him angrily.

He got his wish and chuckled to himself with amusement: "It's not that I don't want to take you, Wu Xun, on; it's that I can't."

Chang Le was puzzled.

"I can explain the principles to you and help you resolve your doubts, but I can't calmly guide you in training."

Fu Guang lowered her eyes to hide her emotions and said, "Alright, since you've made your choice, don't dwell on it anymore. Go find Mu Liangchao."

Chang Le didn't quite understand his explanation and turned to run away.

“I’ve never seen you unable to be ruthless towards anyone.” The burly Fu Yue walked over.

Fu Guang sighed silently: "I know her future is fraught with danger, and I can't be with her until the end. I want to teach her as soon as possible how to balance herself and her companions, so that she has someone to rely on and the ability to survive. But I can't bear to see her go down this path. I just want to give back everything I owe her so that she can regain her original brilliance."

Even though I know that kind of personality isn't suitable for her future, I still feel sorry for the side of her that I've lost.

Fu Guang, her breath unsteady, said, "Ah Shan, you don't know, no matter how many times, as long as I see those scars on her wrists and body, I... I wish I could kill all those who bullied her! But... I know I can't let her become someone who only depends on me."

He leaned against the wall, his straight back slightly bent as he released his tangled and helpless emotions.

Looking at Chang Le's body and soul covered in scars, no one knows how much pain he is in.

Fu Yue said, "I can see that there is hatred for this world in her eyes, but there is also hope. She will not be an innocent and delicate flower, but a wild grass that cannot be broken by wind and rain. You don't need to worry too much, she will grow up well."

“You all think she’s a tough grass, but in my eyes, she’s still a flower. She’s just been through the storms, and her soft heart and kindness are buried deep inside, wrapped in a cold and piercing shell.”

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