Su Qingluan rolled her eyes, expressing her full contempt for Tian Xing'er's roundabout and cryptic way of speaking.
Tian Xing'er wanted to keep it a secret for a while longer, but Liu'er was outspoken and quickly let the cat out of the bag: "The handwriting is exactly the same, and the most regular one is from Mr. Mu!"
Su Qingluan raised her eyebrows, her tone rather surprised: "He is quite enthusiastic, actually helping the neighbors and fellow villagers in the village to write these."
Su Qingluan recalled the few times she had met Mu Xingzhi.
Overall, this man gave her the impression of being gentle and polite. He even took the initiative to lend a hand when he saw her helping to weave the "fence" for fishing.
But for some reason, even though he always smiled gently, Su Qingluan always felt that he gave people a subtle sense of alienation.
Maybe it's the temperament?
Su Qingluan thought casually: Although Mu Xingzhi is unable to walk and sits in a wheelchair, his always calm and indifferent attitude makes people wonder whether he would still smile so gently even if the ground cracks in front of him now.
It was as if... he was detached from the crowd, observing all living beings from a high position.
Liu'er didn't understand the meaning behind Su Qingluan's tone, but nodded continuously like a little fangirl: "Yes, yes, if anyone has any questions, they can go to Mr. Mu and ask him. As long as he is presentable, he will always answer patiently - I have never seen anyone with such a good temper!"
Liu'er's words seemed to trigger a switch, and the other girls also echoed: "Yes, our fruit trees are not bearing fruit, and Mr. Mu told us to prune the branches!"
"My mother wanted to send a letter to my father, so she asked Mr. Mu to write it for her. I can only write my own name."
"And I heard..."
Su Qingluan listened to the girls talking at once. In their words, Mu Xingzhi knew everything about astronomy and geography, and was as omnipotent as Doraemon - although these little girls probably didn't know what Doraemon was - and he had a gentle temper and never refused anyone. No matter who had any problems, they could come to him and ask them.
However, Su Qingluan grasped another point: "What do you mean by 'as long as he can see people'? Is there a time when he can't see people?"
When Tian Xing'er heard Su Qingluan's question, her face, which had just smiled when she talked about Mu Xingzhi's "gentleness", immediately turned into a faint look of worry: "Ah...it's not Mr. Mu's health..."
Su Qingluan recalled that Mu Xingzhi not only had difficulty walking with his legs, but his complexion was indeed pale and unhealthy.
Adding to that almost emaciated figure and the temperature of his fingertips, which had been much lower than that of an ordinary person when he accidentally touched her, Su Qingluan couldn't help but frown: "Could it be that Mu Xing... Mr. Mu has other illnesses besides his legs?"
Su Qingluan thought to herself that it was a close call, as she almost said Mu Xingzhi's full name directly - she didn't want to receive the "swords" from a few infatuated little girls again because of a name.
Tian Xing'er shook her head. "No one knows what the specific illness is. But Mr. Mu is indeed often bedridden, often staying confined for ten days, half a month, or even more than a month."
"Is he so weak?" This really surprised Su Qingluan. "Although he is frail, he looks quite energetic even though he sits in a wheelchair."
At least he didn't gasp for breath when he spoke, nor did he seem sick and unable to sit still. Although he couldn't be said to be full of energy, his breathing was generally steady, and he didn't look like someone who could be sick for ten days or half a month at any time.
"I heard that his old servant, Song Bo, is looking for doctors and medicine everywhere," Xiaoman said mysteriously as she stepped forward. "My grandparents run a medicine shop, but once I went to visit Mr. Mu with my father, and when I got closer, I felt that the herbs in Mr. Mu's house smelled different from the usual ones."
Chunhua, the youngest and the most timid, was so moved by this mysterious feeling that she swallowed her saliva and asked in a trembling voice, "Could it be that...?"
Xiaoman nodded seriously. "I wonder if that old servant got some kind of talisman for Mr. Mu from outside. Otherwise, why doesn't he cough or wheeze when he goes out, even though he's always bedridden? He doesn't have the shortness of breath, weakness, or pain that other patients usually have?"
Su Qingluan was speechless after hearing this.
She felt that things like talismans and water were nonsense, at least to her - if there really was a way to exorcise evil spirits, according to her parents, when she first traveled through time and was still unconscious, she had hired countless shamans and fortune-tellers, but none of them could see through her true identity as a wandering ghost.
In this case, the idea of "talisman water" is most likely unreliable.
Su Qingluan did not notice any smell around Mu Xingzhi - perhaps the main reason was that the few times they met were all outdoors, and the two of them were not particularly close to each other.
Su Qingluan had some nonsensical divergent thoughts: If this is the case, what other smells can I smell? How strong would the smell on my body be?
However, she also knew that many folk remedies had their own unique blends of ingredients and ingredients, which were kept secret. She figured the "unusual herbal flavor" Xiaoman mentioned might be due to the addition of some unusual folk remedy.
Tian Xing'er's pretty face flushed slightly, and she sighed softly, "As expected of Mr. Mu, he's different from others in everything he does."
Seeing her infatuated look, Su Qingluan couldn't help but laugh and said, "What's the difference? Don't they all have two eyes, a nose, and a mouth?"
Tian Xing'er glared at Su Qingluan angrily: "Daya, you are such a stupid fool!"
Su Qingluan: ...I’m really sorry.
Tian Xing'er ignored Su Qingluan's sarcastic expression and continued to lament, "Mr. Mu's demeanor, even when he's sitting in that wheelchair, is different from that of a sickly person! Even the way he writes is different from others!"
Su Qingluan muttered to herself: What? Is he writing upside down?
Of course, she didn't say this out loud, after all, this kind of hard confrontation would get her beaten.
When Liu'er heard Tian Xing'er's words, her eyes lit up: "Yes, this is the first time I've seen someone write with their left hand!"
"I heard from my grandmother," Chunhua said with a mixture of yearning and awe, "left-handed people are rare, but they are very smart and will often become top scorers in the imperial examinations!"
"Isn't it..." Tian Xing'er's tone was full of reluctance, "If Mr. Mu wasn't so weak, he would definitely be able to go to the capital, pass the imperial examination, and become a high-ranking official!"
Several girls were chattering about how unique Mu Xingzhi, the "collective idol", was, and they didn't notice that Su Qingluan was lost in thought.
What on earth was it? When she heard these words about Mu Xingzhi's "uniqueness", she felt a sense of disobedience in her heart.
What on earth is…
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