Mu Xingzhi smiled slightly when he heard this: "Song Bo was worried that the river wind would be too strong later in the evening, so he went back home to get me an outer robe."
Su Qingluan sat aside, without stopping the action of tying the rope on her hands.
She nodded. "I see." Although it was midsummer, she had to be more cautious with someone in a wheelchair. "I was wondering if you came here alone."
Upon hearing this, Mu Xingzhi paused slightly, his slender fingers, which were nimbly weaving through the hemp ropes, and asked, "How did I come here alone?"
Su Qingluan: Ah, this...
It was actually her "modern thinking inertia" that was causing trouble again.
In the last few years of her previous life, due to her serious illness, she joined some "patient mutual aid groups."
All the group members are enthusiastic and cheerful. Although many of them have limited mobility, they still participate in various gatherings in wheelchairs.
The wheelchair can move smoothly on the road without human power. Su Qingluan has even seen more than one "wheelchair travel agency".
After seeing it so many times, I got used to it and subconsciously felt that people in wheelchairs could travel on their own without any companions.
He completely forgot that the wheelchair Mu Xingzhi used was rough and bulky, and was completely incomparable to modern electric wheelchairs.
Seeing that Su Qingluan was hesitant and unable to explain clearly, Mu Xingzhi didn't seem to intend to explain such trivial matters clearly. But after a while, the "fence" in his hand had turned into a very spectacular piece.
"Will this work?" After tying the last knot in the hemp rope, Mu Xingzhi handed the thing in his hand to Su Qingluan.
Su Qingluan took it and took a look. The gaps in the "fence" in her hand were of even width and the knots of the hemp rope were neat and beautiful. Compared with her own crooked and "usable" finished product, the difference was not small.
"Mr. Mu, your craftsmanship is really great!" Su Qingluan praised sincerely.
She only cared about aesthetics when it came to cooking. If the conditions weren't so rudimentary, she wouldn't have bothered with such skills related to "wilderness survival."
Upon hearing this, Mu Xingzhi played with a piece of remaining hemp rope and said softly, "I usually like to tinker with interesting little things, so I have some experience."
At this time, Su Qingluan naively believed that the so-called "interesting little things" were nothing more than small toys with some educational functions such as chain locks, or some small ornaments carved out of wood like her father liked.
When she actually saw what the so-called "interesting little things" were, she was furious and complained a thousand times in her heart: This is called an "interesting little thing"??!
Is there something wrong with her definition of "interesting"?
Of course, Su Qingluan naturally didn’t have so much to complain about now.
She was now very grateful to Mu Xingzhi - thanks to him, the working time for making the "fence" was greatly shortened today.
Perhaps it was the added blessing of gratitude, but Su Qingluan felt that Mu Xingzhi's originally handsome face, which could be described as "barely passing", became much more pleasing to the eye under the gradually setting sunlight.
Out of gratitude, Su Qingluan fixed the "wooden fence" to the selected river section and then returned to Mu Xingzhi's wheelchair:
"I'm waiting for some fish to gather around, and you're waiting for someone too, so why don't we chat and kill time?"
As she spoke, she simply sat down casually in the open space next to Mu Xingzhi, and at the same time, her eyes fell unnoticeably on Mu Xingzhi who was sitting upright in the wheelchair.
She had been changing positions for such a long time and still felt a little tired.
This man has been sitting upright in a wheelchair since he met him, and his upper body has never even weakened. Isn't he tired?
"Don't you want to chat?" Mu Xingzhi's voice suddenly sounded, "Why is Madam Su staring at me?"
"I'm wondering what kind of willpower you have to stay like this without moving. Don't you get tired?"
If she sat like this for such a long time, she would probably have a herniated disc.
Mu Xingzhi was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "I'm used to it."
Are you used to it? Could it be that you have been unable to walk since childhood?
In an instant, all kinds of guesses flashed through Su Qingluan's mind, but after all, she and this person were just nodding acquaintances - strictly speaking, it was not even known whether they were "acquaintances" - it was not convenient to ask further questions.
However, although it is not easy to inquire about personal privacy, you can find out some gossip that is known to everyone.
Thinking of this, Su Qingluan's eyes sparkled with gossip. She looked up and asked, "Mr. Mu, I heard that the immortal Master Zhou once challenged you to a duel at Hongfu Tower?"
Hearing the word "battle", Mu Xingzhi laughed and waved his hand slightly: "It can't be called a 'battle'. It's just that Brother Xuanfan was depressed at the time, and I was a bit rude in my words, so there was a misunderstanding."
Su Qingluan thought about it and realized that the so-called "Brother Xuanfan" was referring to Master Zhou's name - this world did not have many titles such as "zi" and "hao", which made it less troublesome for her, a modern person.
but……
"You? Bumping?" Su Qingluan looked up and down at the young man in front of her who had a gentle and harmless smile on his face, and then thought about Master Zhou's ethereal appearance before.
These two people, one who seems to have no desires and the other who seems to be free and open-minded, it is hard to imagine that these two people can "fight" with each other - even if it is a "verbal fight".
Mu Xingzhi smiled and said, "Madam Su, why are you so surprised?"
"Because it doesn't seem like you two are capable of arguing about anything—especially Mr. Mu. It feels like you have no desires or ambitions, and you're about to achieve enlightenment and ascend to heaven."
It is true that the person in front of her had emotions, but Su Qingluan felt that they were "controlled" and "not excessive."
It's like all of this person's emotions are separated by a layer of something, giving off a sense of unreality.
Mu Xingzhi sighed, "Madam Su is wrong. I was also depressed in my early years."
Su Qingluan subconsciously looked at Mu Xingzhi's legs resting on the front pedal of the wheelchair, and asked cautiously in a voice almost whispering, "Because of your legs?"
Mu Xingzhi said frankly: "You can say that."
Su Qingluan looked at him steadily, not knowing what to say.
Because she has both legs intact, some of the words she says have a sense of "easy talking without any pain in the waist" when they come out of her mouth.
Even if she said a lot of comforting words or inspirational speeches, it would not change the fact that her legs were not able to walk properly.
Mu Xingzhi was originally gazing far ahead, but for a long time he saw no movement from the person sitting next to him.
Looking back, he saw a little girl dressed as a teenager sitting in the setting sun, her face wrinkled with sorrow, making her originally pretty features shrink into a ball.
Mu Xingzhi laughed: "Madam Su, why are you so troubled?"
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