Out of politeness, Mu Xingzhi did not look too deeply into the drawer, because after a casual glance, he found that it contained some very common gadgets in life.
In fact, this is indeed the case. There are half-finished straw toys that Su Qingluan made for her younger brothers and sisters, small gadgets that she bought at the market because they found them interesting, or small accessories that other friends gave to each other.
These things are basically not valuable, but they represent a token of thought or a memory, so they cannot be thrown away casually. That's why Su Qingluan put them in the two drawers under the dressing table.
Anyway, after she got married, all the original jewelry in these two drawers were taken away. What's more, Su Qingluan didn't have many pieces of jewelry that she used regularly. Most of them were just to please Yang. When she first designed them, Su Qingluan wore them once or twice, and then changed back into men's clothes, leaving the jewelry in the box to gather dust.
At this time, Su Qingluan was holding a dried clay figure in her hand.
The surface of the clay figure is a little cracked, obviously it has not been moved for some time, but the details on it are still lifelike.
Mu Xingzhi heard from Su Qingluan's tone that it was obviously related to him, so he turned to look at the clay figure in his hand.
The clay sculpture is vivid and lifelike, depicting a young woman. Because she is holding a small rabbit in her arms, it can be seen that the sculpture is the fairy Chang'e, and the rabbit in her arms is the Jade Rabbit that pounded medicine and lived with Chang'e in the legendary Moon Palace.
Mu Xingzhi's expression was a little subtle: "This Chang'e is indeed very charming with graceful features, but...how does she look like me?" The craftsmanship of this clay sculpture master is really superb. Not to mention the expression of the fairy Chang'e, even the rabbit in her arms is adorable. But even so, Mu Xingzhi doesn't think that this Chang'e has any similarities with himself.
...You can't say that the "similar" one is the rabbit, right? Suddenly, this thought popped up in Mu Xingzhi's mind, and then a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes: As the saying goes, those who are close to vermilion will be red, and those who are close to ink will be black. He has heard Qingluan's unconventional ideas so much that he has occasionally come up with such confusing remarks recently.
Su Qingluan shook her head. "That's not it," she said, shaking the statue of the fairy Chang'e in her hand. "But that clay sculpture was bought at the stall with my brother. I bought the Chang'e one, and my sister asked for the Seven Fairies one. I remember my brother asked for a general one. I think his surname was Xiao, or maybe Xiao..."
To show that the two surnames were different, Su Qingluan gestured in mid-air to indicate the difference between the two characters. "I don't know if that General Xiao really existed or was just a folk legend."
When Mu Xingzhi heard the surname "Xiao", his eyes flickered slightly, but if he didn't want others to notice, he would not show any details.
"Oh? Why do you think it's a folk legend?" His voice was very soft, with a subtle hint of inducement.
"Because the old man said that the young general joined the army when he was thirteen or fourteen, and then he said that he made great achievements when he was sixteen or seventeen. He also said that he could make soldiers by sowing beans. This is completely contrary to objective laws." Su Qingluan shook her head and complained.
"What is 'objective law'?" Mu Xingzhi heard again the words that he did not quite understand, although this had happened too many times to Su Qingluan.
Su Qingluan had obviously become accustomed to such explanations, and no longer looked like someone who was afraid of being exposed at any time - after all, this word did not have any distinct meaning that transcended the times.
"Simply put, things that actually exist and don't change based on our inner imagination are called 'objective' laws." Su Qingluan tried to solve the problem with the simplest and most straightforward example. "For example, I like daytime and dislike nighttime, but even if I don't like it, it will still get dark when the time comes. It's beyond my control. This is 'objective'."
"So, the opposite of 'objective' is 'subjective', something that can be changed by one's willpower? For example, if I don't like something, I can just not look at it, so that's subjective?"
Su Qingluan was once again amazed at the man's ability to draw inferences from one instance: It can only be said that smart people are always smart.
Su Qingluan nodded in agreement with Mu Xingzhi's speculation. "Anyway, that statue of a young general looks a lot like you... well, the 'original' you. If he wasn't a general, I might have thought it was you."
Mu Xingzhi looked at Su Qingluan with amusement: "How does Qingluan know that you are not talking about me?"
"Tsk, you? General? Or a young general?" Su Qingluan first said "tsk" disdainfully, and then looked at Mu Xingzhi with particularly exaggerated contempt, especially at his overly slender and white wrist.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk. If someone with your physique can be called a 'Young General', then my dad must be boxing champion Mike Tyson."
"Who is Mike Tyson?"
"I heard in the storybooks that he is a martial artist who is very good at boxing." Su Qingluan lied casually, but it was not really a "lie". In a sense, people who practiced boxing could also be considered "martial artists", but the rules of this "martial arts world" were a little different.
As for the authenticity of the storybook, Su Qingluan was even less worried about Mu Xingzhi looking it up and reading it. After all, there were many people writing novels and stories in this era, and there were different genres and themes, even fantasy novels - but compared to those online novels, the current novel routines were indeed not very novel, and they only won in terms of interesting themes.
After hearing this, Mu Xingzhi really didn't pursue the matter any further and just said, "What if it's true?"
Originally, Su Qingluan still had some doubts and thought that Mu Xingzhi might really be the "General Xiao". After all, the surname "Xiao" is a royal surname. If it is said that Mu Xingzhi is a royal relative, it makes sense.
But now when she heard the other party ask her so calmly, "What if it's true?", she became uncertain.
Because, in Su Qingluan's opinion, Mu Xingzhi's physique was too thin and frail. In her impression, those who could become generals, or even ordinary soldiers, should at least have well-proportioned arms and legs, even if they were not "broad-shouldered and bear-waisted". Not to mention exaggerated muscles, their arms should at least give people a sense of "reliability".
But Mu Xingzhi's wrist can even fight with mine, and his skin color is whiter than many girls including herself!
With a body size like this, would he just be delivering food to the enemy on the battlefield?
What's more, in Su Qingluan's opinion, Mu Xingzhi was mysterious about everything. As long as he didn't want to tell others, the other party would not tell him even if they tore his mouth apart.
This kind of person would usually change the subject when faced with something he didn't want to say. So when Mu Xingzhi bluntly asked "How could it be impossible that he was General Xiao?" today, Su Qingluan felt very uncomfortable - if Mu Xingzhi didn't mind his identity being pointed out, then why did he need to deliberately change his appearance and disguise himself in such a remote place?
So by asking this question, he could actually prove that he was not that general.
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