In her past life, Lin Jianxue didn’t find out until the day she died that she had raised her husband’s white moonlight’s child for eighteen years. Even worse—her infertility? Caused by the ...
She looked at Su Muyun with a bit of childish seriousness and asked:
"are you sure?"
"You really want to teach me? You're not just trying to... coax me, are you?"
Su Muyun pursed his lips.
"A gentleman's word is his bond."
"It's hard to catch up with a horse that has only four horses."
Fu Qingqing's heart suddenly dropped back into her stomach. A huge smile instantly spread across her face, and her eyes curved into two lovely crescents.
"Very good!"
She cheered, then her eyes rolled, as if she had thought of something, and she looked at Su Muyun seriously.
"Then...should I become your disciple now?"
She seemed to have thought of some key step and suddenly slapped her forehead.
Then, before Lin Jianxue and Fu Zhawei could fully react, she suddenly bent her knees and was about to kneel straight down towards Su Muyun.
"Master Su, please accept my disciple's greetings!"
She was still mumbling to herself in a clear and loud voice, and it was obvious that she took seriously the plot she had seen in some movie before.
"Hey—what are you doing!"
Su Muyun was startled by her sudden action. He quickly reached out and grabbed her small body.
His grip was quite strong, and Fu Qingqing almost fell down after being pulled by him.
"Become my disciple!"
She said it as a matter of course, with a hint of confusion in her tone, as if she didn't understand why he reacted so strongly.
"Haven't you seen the movie?"
"Those heroes in the movies who learn martial arts have to kowtow to their masters! They even offer tea! It's so grand!"
“………………”
Su Muyun's forehead twitched slightly. Looking at the serious little girl in front of him, he felt a headache.
I really don't understand what weird things are going on in this girl's head.
He took a deep breath, his face still dark, and his tone hard:
"Don't bring things from the movie into reality, okay?"
"oh."
Fu Qingqing responded with a confused look, blinked her eyes, and didn't insist any further.
Lin Jianxue watched from the side, and couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips slightly.
Although Su Muyun looks cold, he is not that unkind.
At this moment, the courtyard door was pushed open from the outside with a creaky sound.
A middle-aged woman with a slightly thin figure but a gentle and dignified temperament walked in.
She was wearing an old cloth dress that had been washed white, her hair was neatly tied behind her head, and she was holding an empty lunch box in her hand.
It was Fu Zhewei and Fu Qingqing's mother, Dong Yulan.
As soon as Dong Yulan entered the yard, she saw several people standing there. In addition to her own children and Lin Jianxue, there was also a strange young man with a stern face.
She paused slightly, her gaze lingered on Su Muyun for a moment, a hint of confusion flashing across her eyes.
Seeing this, Lin Jianxue hurriedly came forward with a gentle smile on her face.
"Aunt Dong, you're back."
She said softly, then turned sideways, pointed at Su Muyun, and introduced him: "This is Comrade Su Muyun."
"Oh, you are Su Muyun."
Dong Yulan's tone was filled with a hint of realization, but then the doubt in her eyes deepened.
Didn’t Su Muyun refuse to teach Qingqing how to box yesterday?
How could Tian appear in my yard?
Fu Zhewei walked forward calmly, standing between his mother and Su Muyun, and explained in a low voice:
"Mom, Comrade Su will be here tomorrow. He's willing to teach Qingqing how to box."
Dong Yulan's eyes shifted between Su Muyun and her own daughter, and the confusion on her face deepened.
Seeing this, Su Muyun took the initiative to step forward and face Dong Yulan, his tone a little more respectful than when he faced the Fu brothers and sisters before:
"Auntie, I'll teach Qingqing how to box, and I don't charge any money."
"Oh, how can this be so embarrassing?"
Dong Yulan waved her hands quickly, speaking in a gentle tone.
In this era, it is not easy for anyone.
Although Su Muyun looked cold, he offered not to accept any money, which was a rare gesture.
"We are already very grateful that Comrade Su is willing to teach Qingqing. How can we let your hard work be in vain?"
Su Muyun pursed his lips, his eyes still as cold as ever, and explained:
“I can’t teach for very long.”
"I have to go to school during the day, so I can only teach her after school in the afternoon."
"I guess... I can't teach you much."
"I can't accept this money."
Dong Yulan pondered for a moment after hearing what he said.
Since she couldn't give money, she had to show her gratitude in some other way, otherwise she would feel guilty.
She raised her head, looked at Su Muyun, and suggested softly:
"Then let's do this, Comrade Su."
"Look, every day after you get off work, you come straight to our house."
"As for dinner, you can just have it at our house. Even though there aren't any fancy dishes, it's still a home-cooked meal."
"After dinner, you can teach Qingqing how to box. How about this arrangement?"
Dong Yulan thought this suggestion was very good. In this way, she could express the Fu family's gratitude in a real way, and Su Muyun would not have to teach boxing on an empty stomach and delay other people's dinner time.
After listening to Dong Yulan's proposal, Su Muyun shook his head almost without any hesitation.
"No, Auntie."
He refused flatly.
"After I teach her, I can go home and cook for myself."
He had a rough idea of what the Fu Jiaru situation was like.
Although his own family was also poor and it was common for them to worry about the next meal after finishing the previous one, the Fu family, as members of the "five black categories" who had just been sent down from the city to this remote and poor countryside, had a harder life than the people from the countryside.
In this age where food is more precious than gold, having one more mouth to feed in the family for no reason means a considerable expense and burden.
He didn't want to add any extra trouble to their family because of such a small matter as teaching boxing.
Fu Zhewei had been standing silently by the side, but suddenly spoke at this moment.
He took a step forward.
"That's when it happened."
"Since you're willing to teach Qingqing, we can't let you waste your energy and not even provide you with a meal."
"Consider this dinner as my treat."