Just as Su Qingluan was wondering how to safely carry her sister on her back while also holding the backpack, a gentle yet questioning voice suddenly came from behind her: "Qingluan? What are you doing in the middle of the road?"
Su Qingluan turned around and saw that it was indeed Mu Xingzhi. Although he was still in a wheelchair today, Song Bo was not following him.
Then, she noticed some minor changes to Mu Xingzhi's wheelchair and raised her eyebrows slightly: "Mr. Mu, your wheelchair has been improved?"
"I also need Qingluan's advice." Mu Xingzhi nodded with a smile.
It turned out that Su Qingluan had gone to Mu Xingzhi many times to borrow and return books. After they became familiar with each other, Su Qingluan complained that Mu Xingzhi's wheelchair was too clumsy and not very convenient for her to travel alone.
She spent the last few years of her previous life bedridden. Due to the double torture of treatment and illness, although she did not suffer from physical disabilities, she was very weak and unable to walk independently. She was often confined to a wheelchair.
When she was receiving treatment in the hospital, she would occasionally pass the time by thinking about the structure and purpose of the wheelchair. So although she was not from a related major, she did know a thing or two about the structure of the wheelchair.
Therefore, she could see where there was room for improvement in the structure of Mu Xingzhi's wheelchair.
Su Qingluan also discovered that Mu Xingzhi had a very strong ability to understand and learn content related to mechanical engineering. For some detailed structures, Su Qingluan herself only described the effects because she was not a professional, but Mu Xingzhi was able to deduce the "structure" from the "effects" she described!
Not only that, no matter what Su Qingluan said, he could draw inferences and apply it to other similar situations. Even if he occasionally heard Su Qingluan say something eccentric that was not in line with the "ethical principles" of this era, he would not refute it immediately, but discuss with Su Qingluan why she had these ideas.
However, Su Qingluan did not dare to say too much. After all, occasional slips of the tongue were due to her carelessness. But if she knew that her "improper words and deeds" were noticed by others, and she still did her own thing without restraint, then her brain was probably somewhat tainted. If she was not careful in the future, she would not know how she died.
So at this time, she usually just joked and laughed it off, but Mu Xingzhi understood the situation and did not try to get to the bottom of it.
However, after having more contact with Mu Xingzhi, Su Qingluan finally understood why the people in Huaxi Village admired and even respected him, a young man of only about twenty years old - even many elders called him "Mr. Mu" and did not show any disrespect towards him because of his disability.
Not only is this man knowledgeable, but as long as he is asked to do something, he will find an appropriate and suitable solution unless it is too difficult, and he will not look down on ordinary villagers because of his knowledge.
To use the adjective of the world Su Qingluan lived in in her previous life, it would be: a person with high emotional intelligence and downward compatibility.
After a few interactions, Su Qingluan unconsciously developed a sense of admiration for this man, and the three words "Mr. Mu" became more and more familiar to her.
And precisely because he was very good at listening and giving appropriate advice, Su Qingluan became more and more fond of going to Mu Xingzhi - although every time she went there she did so in the name of borrowing books, but she also knew that she could borrow more than one book at a time.
I deliberately only borrowed one or two books each time. At first, I was afraid of "biting off too much and not being able to digest it all", but later I gradually developed "ulterior motives" - after all, a listener like Mu Xingzhi who can bring pleasure to both body and mind is hard to come by in any world.
However, compared with the respectful attitude of her fellow villagers, although Su Qingluan admired Mu Xingzhi, she did not have any strong class concepts in her bones, so her attitude towards him was much more casual.
Looking down at Mu Xingzhi's new wheelchair, Su Qingluan raised an eyebrow and asked, "Push the wheelchair yourself and let me see?"
Mu Xingzhi did as he was told. He stretched his hands to the spokes under the wheel and pushed slightly on the outside near the edge. The wheelchair then slowly turned. He gently pulled the wooden handle next to it, and the wheelchair stopped steadily in place.
Su Qingluan smiled and nodded: "This is much easier than before, and I don't have to let Song Bo follow me around all day."
"That's right," Mu Xingzhi nodded with a smile, "Qingluan, you've helped us quite a bit, but I haven't even thanked you yet."
"What's the point of thanking me?" Su Qingluan didn't think there was anything to thank her for. She just mentioned it casually. Many details were thought up by others themselves. She wasn't that arrogant. "Besides, I often borrow books from you, and you don't find me annoying. This is enough to be called a 'thank you'!"
Although she was not very accustomed to the various social cultures of the ancient times, she still had some common sense. Books in this era - especially the collection of books in Mu Xing's family - were extremely precious and even regarded as quite important property.
It is precisely because of this that many people are even reluctant to lend books, let alone lend them out as frequently as Su Qingluan does.
So at the beginning, she was actually prepared to be rejected.
However, she didn't expect that Mu Xingzhi not only generously lent her the book, but also carefully and specifically recommended it to her based on her requirements and preferences. He couldn't be more attentive and thoughtful!
Although she had known Mu Xingzhi for a short time, Su Qingluan was extremely certain that if Mu Xingzhi wanted to make friends with someone, it would be a very easy thing to do.
My sister, who was sleeping soundly on her back, moved her body. Perhaps she felt uncomfortable with her head tilted to one side for a long time, so she turned her head in another direction.
Su Qingluan thought she was about to wake up, so she quickly turned her head to look at her back, but found that the little girl just turned her head to the other side and continued to sleep with her little mouth smacking.
Mu Xingzhi looked over with interest. Su Qingluan followed his gaze and turned back, feeling a bit ominous: "...What are you looking at?"
"Your sister looks cute when she's sleeping. What kind of delicious food did you dream about?" Mu Xingzhi smiled playfully.
Su Qingluan thought about it for a while and realized: this little girl was actually drooling on her back!
"..." Forget it, Su Qingluan had a look of despair on her face, "I sat on the ground outside today and sweated a lot. I have to change my clothes anyway." As for saliva and so on, as the saying goes, if there are too many lice, you don't fear bites. She is her own sister, and she can't just catch her and beat her up.
What else could he do? He'd just spoil her. Su Qingluan squatted slightly, exerted some strength, and lifted her sister upwards, carrying her more steadily so she wouldn't slide off his back.
Seeing Su Qingluan's speechless face, Mu Xingzhi chuckled: "How is it? Do you need my help?"
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