Su Qingluan naturally had no way of knowing the specific title of the book. She just told Mu Xingzhi the type of book she wanted.
In addition to two or three books on legal provisions related to renting a shop, Su Qingluan also borrowed three "leisure books" - a travelogue, a strange story novel similar to Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio, and a collection of poems.
What surprised Su Qingluan was that in such a large and complicated book storage room, no matter what kind of book Su Qingluan wanted, Mu Xingzhi could always tell her which layer and which shelf the book was in almost without thinking - of course, due to his mobility problems, the task of retrieving the books was given to Song Bo.
The more Su Qingluan read, the more shocked she became: there were only two reasons why Mu Xingzhi was so familiar with the locations of these books - one was that he was a book lover and had read every book countless times, so he naturally knew their locations; the other was that this person had a photographic memory and could remember the contents and placement of any book after just one read.
...Whichever it is, it's terrifying, okay? For a student like Su Qingluan, both the academic master and the academic god are unattainable.
Every time Song Bo found a book, he would put it in Su Qingluan's hand. After a while, there were five or six books piled in Su Qingluan's arms.
These books did not have fixed-size bindings, and the sizes were different. They were not the modern hard-cover books with very sturdy texture. Su Qingluan felt that the stack of books was a little shaky, and she wanted to put it on the ground to rearrange it before picking it up.
But she was still a step too late. The next moment, the pile of books in her arms fell to the ground with a crash, and Mu Xingzhi's wheelchair fell right on the pile of books.
So Mu Xingzhi couldn't help but stretch out his hand to block it, and even grabbed one of the books.
"Are you okay?!" Su Qingluan was shocked: Mu Xingzhi was already a patient. Although these books were not hardcover books, it would probably hurt if they fell on his head like this.
"No problem." Mu Xingzhi shook his head gently and said nothing. Song Bo wanted to take a step forward, but was stopped by his eyes.
"I'm really sorry, I didn't hold it firmly..." Su Qingluan apologized incoherently, squatting down to pick up the books one by one.
"Here, here's another one." Mu Xingzhi handed her the next book in his hand.
Su Qingluan nodded and thanked him. She originally wanted to reach out and take the book, but suddenly she stared at Mu Xingzhi's hand holding the book, a little stunned.
Mu Xingzhi immediately noticed that her eyes were looking at his hand instead of the book in his hand. He lowered his eyes to look at it, and with a flicker of his eyes, he asked calmly, "Madam Su, is there something wrong with my hand?"
"Ah, no..." Su Qingluan quickly shook her head, thinking that since she was noticed staring at someone's hand, she should explain it, otherwise it would seem like she was a pervert.
She took the book and gestured with her eyes at Mu Xingzhi's hand that handed her the book. She smiled and said, "Because my friend told me that you, Mr. Mu, write with your left hand, but just now..."
She looked at Mu Xingzhi's right hand, which he had just retracted. "Just now, you subconsciously used your right hand to catch the falling book."
When Su Qingluan said this, she had her back to Song Bo, so she didn't notice that Song Bo's eyes narrowed slightly and a cold light flashed in them.
Mu Xingzhi said nonchalantly, "So?"
"Mr. Mu must have practiced writing with his left hand specifically, right? But in emergencies, he'll subconsciously use the hand he's most comfortable with," Su Qingluan sighed. "Training with an uncomfortably hand is really tough. I injured my right hand for a while, so I had to eat with my left. Even using a spoon was difficult, and eating every day felt like torture..."
Su Qingluan sighed.
Of course, the wrist injury she suffered didn't happen in this life, but in her previous life. However, being forced to learn to eat with cutlery using unfamiliar hands from scratch is definitely an unforgettable memory.
Finally, as if summing up, she gave Mu Xingzhi a thumbs-up: "You can actually train your unused hand to write such beautiful characters. That's amazing!"
She really didn't think too much about it. After all, she had the experience of "training uncivilized limbs". As for other people's willingness to write with their left hand, that was their personal preference. She just sighed and didn't think about it further.
Summer rains often come and go quickly. Just now, the rain was so heavy that the road was unclear, but now the sky has cleared up, forcing Su Qingluan to give up her original plan of borrowing a straw raincoat or a straw hat.
"In that case, I will return the borrowed book as soon as possible." Bowing again, Su Qingluan turned around and said goodbye.
After Su Qingluan left the courtyard, Song Bo closed the gate and returned to the house. He heard Mu Xingzhi ask him, "Song Bo, what do you think?"
Although Mu Xingzhi was still sitting in a wheelchair at this moment, with a pale face and thin body, he spoke softly but calmly, and the weak and short-shouldered look just now was gone.
Song Bo pushed Mu Xingzhi out of the study and into the front hall. He pointed at the bowl of ginger soup and said, "I added something to it. It's harmless, but it has a peculiar taste. She didn't notice it at all and drank it all in one gulp."
Although the taste was also spicy, the aftertaste was a bit bitter and astringent, which was different from ordinary ginger soup. Instead, it was very similar to a commonly used poison.
"What's more, the hot towel was soaked with a dissolving potion, and Madam Su's face hasn't changed at all." Song Bo shook his head. "It seems that Madam Su's appearance is what she originally looked like."
Mu Xingzhi nodded: "I also took the opportunity to test her pulse just now. Although her pulse is healthy and strong, she does not have any internal energy at all."
"So, this Madam Su is an innocent person?" Song Bo raised his eyebrows.
"Whether he's innocent or not is still unknown, but he's quite perceptive." Mu Xingzhi smiled and looked at his right hand. "To have made a mistake in such a small matter is truly a mistake."
"Boss..."
"In short, the doubts about this 'Su Qingluan' have not been completely sorted out yet, and we must not be careless." What puzzled Mu Xingzhi the most was, could it be such a coincidence in the world that two identical people would appear in the same place?
But if Su Qingluan was really the daughter mistakenly taken away by the An Ning Marquis' Mansion, then what was the reason for the huge difference between her before and after appearances?
"I've always felt," Mu Xingzhi's slender fingers tapped the armrests of the wooden wheelchair regularly, "that this 'Su Qingluan' has something to do with Xu Linlang, the recently favored figure in the palace."
It was just a hunch, there was no evidence, but it was extremely strong.
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