Because Mu Xingzhi had been sitting in a wheelchair for a long time, his legs were bent in front of his body. Although he was not wearing shorts, Su Qingluan could not see the specific situation. However, through the tight texture of his lower garment and the curves revealed, Su Qingluan also felt that the symmetrical and powerful lines did not look like they had "not been exercised for a long time."
"It's not just your legs, but also your spirit." Su Qingluan looked at Mu Xingzhi, "You really portrayed the feeling of a sickly young man very well. The country owes you a little golden man."
Mu Xingzhi was a little confused when he heard Su Qingluan's words: "What is the little golden man? Why does my family owe me this? What do you know?"
Su Qingluan was stunned: Ah this...
How can she explain the modern internet slang in words that ancient people would understand? Waiting online, it's urgent.
Unable to think of the right words, Su Qingluan simply resorted to deceiving others: "That's not important. The most important thing is that no one who is truly 'critically ill and dying' can have as much energy as you do, and maintain a relatively stable state for such a long time."
Su Qingluan knew too well what it was like to be truly "seriously ill"—to fall asleep in the middle of a meal, even with chopsticks and a spoon in hand;
He was chatting and laughing just a moment ago, but the next moment he turned pale and covered in cold sweat due to dizziness, pain, vomiting and other symptoms;
Not to mention concentrating on doing something difficult, even entertaining programs with exciting content would be difficult to attract weak patients, because when their physical condition is poor, even sitting upright is very difficult...
In short, Mu Xingzhi's ability to sit in a wheelchair for a long time, talk and laugh, speak clearly, and even do some other things, in the eyes of "truly weak patients", even if he can do it occasionally on a particularly good day, it will never become a "daily standard".
In fact, in the eyes of ordinary people, Mu Xingzhi's disguise is already perfect enough - at least over the years, except for Su Qingluan, other people's views on Mu Xingzhi are "regret" and "pity" rather than "suspicion", which is enough to show that his disguise is very perfect.
However, Su Qingluan had seen countless truly "weak but strong" patients in the last few years of her previous life, and she herself was even one of them.
As someone who truly understood what a "weak patient" was like, even though Su Qingluan didn't notice it at first, after spending a long time with Mu Xingzhi, she gradually realized that something was wrong with him.
"With Xingzhi's knowledge, if you want to pursue a career in officialdom, even if you don't take the imperial examination, it shouldn't be particularly difficult to find someone who can recommend you." Su Qingluan's words were not a compliment, but the truth.
She glanced at Mu Xingzhi and sighed: "But you have been in a remote place like Huaxi Village for several years, and you have no intention of becoming an official. Then it is only possible that - you are not interested in this." At least, your ambition is not "only" here.
When Su Qingluan said this, she recalled that when she didn't realize that something was wrong with the other party, she had wanted to comfort Mu Xingzhi by saying "all roads lead to Rome" and that one can have a wonderful life even without being an official. Now she just wanted to laugh.
Silently scolding Mu Xingzhi in her heart, Su Qingluan adjusted her sitting posture to make herself look more serious: "Since I'm here to ask for help, I can't come empty-handed. I have to show my sincerity."
As he spoke, he took out the two special "pencils" from his sleeves and placed them on the table in front of Mu Xingzhi.
When Mu Xingzhi picked up a pen to look at it carefully, the other pen felt a slight vibration and rolled to the edge of the table.
Su Qingluan thought to herself, "My one hundred bucks—oh no, it's half a hundred bucks!" She quickly reached out to catch it.
Mu Xingzhi was one step ahead of her. He placed both pens in his palms. Seeing Su Qingluan's nervous look, he teased, "Judging from Qingluan's expression, these two pens must be very expensive."
Su Qingluan made a face: I'm very sorry. She is such a money-grubber. Things bought at high prices are more worth cherishing!
If you don’t cherish her, it will hurt!
Seeing that Su Qingluan's nervousness about the two pens did not seem fake, Mu Xingzhi's originally careless attitude became cautious and serious.
But after carefully studying the two pens for a long time, he found that they were nothing more than two thin strips of graphite ore wrapped in a layer of wood.
It is exquisite, but it is not rare either.
However, Mu Xingzhi did not immediately show disappointment or disapproval. He raised his eyes and asked calmly, "What is so magical about this pen?"
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