Yang Shushu said "hmm", and the two continued to move forward. Originally, Mu Shicang was the one who was exploring the way ahead. He took his first step very carefully, and after making sure it was safe, he pulled Yang Shushu forward.
The rebellious Yang Shushu was very cooperative at this time. It seemed that in the previous conversation, he had a new understanding of Mu Shicang. The profiteer was still the same profiteer, but this profiteer was a profiteer who loved his parents very much.
Perhaps because she herself has no parents, Yang Shushu has a deep resentment towards those who are disrespectful to their parents, and on the contrary, she likes those who are filial to their parents even more.
In front, Mu Shicang took another step forward, but this time he did not land smoothly like the previous times. Instead, he missed a step and fell forward.
The moment Mu Shicang stepped on empty air, he loosened his hand and called out softly, "Take a step back."
But this time, Yang Shushu did not listen to him. Instead, she suddenly stretched out her hand and barely grabbed his hand, and she was hanging in the collapsed area in front.
"Let go of your hands." Mu Shicang's voice was calm and commanding.
But Yang Shushu refused to let go and reached for his hand with her other hand. "I won't let go. This is all wood. Who knows if there's any protruding branches? If you fall, you might get caught in the candied haws. I don't want this to be the scene where you collect your body and I become the primary suspect."
Mu Shicang was speechless at her train of thought: "What are you thinking? It's not that deep down here. I'm even touching the ground with my toes."
“…” I saved someone, but ended up saving loneliness.
Yang Shushu was a little embarrassed: "Didn't I want to pull you up?"
"No need, this is just a fault. You come down and we'll climb up from the other side. We should be there soon."
Yang Shushu slowly loosened her hands and began to slowly feel the edge with her feet, then turned her back and prepared to climb down little by little.
Every move she made was extremely cautious. At this moment, Mu Shicang said from below, "Don't be afraid. I'll protect you from below."
Yang Shushu paused for a moment. It was the first time in her life that someone said to protect her. It was just two simple words, but it made her feel as if a pulse in her heart was picked up, pulling at her heart, making it beat faster and faster.
In order to downplay this sudden feeling, she deliberately said without appreciating it: "I don't need you. It's just your height at most. It's nothing."
As she spoke, she grabbed a thicker piece of wood above and moved her feet down little by little.
Because she couldn't see, she could only test it by feeling. When she felt that she had stepped on an object that could bear the weight, she relaxed a little and prepared to take the next step, but something unexpected happened at this time.
She originally thought that the wooden support that should be able to bear the weight was obviously different from the previous one. She didn't know how many years it had been here and it had already rotted. She only exerted a little force on her foot and didn't put all her strength into it. When she wanted to change her foot, even though she had her hands on it, most of her body weight was on the other foot. Suddenly, a crisp sound was heard in the dark space, and Yang Shushu stepped on empty air, and her body fell backward uncontrollably.
As she fell, besides being terrified, she had a strange thought: This time, the person stringing the candied haws might be me. But why did such irrelevant thoughts always pop up in her head when she fell from a height? Shouldn't she think about how to save herself first?
Her body fell into the air, but when she hit the object, she didn't feel like she was being strung with candied haws, nor did she feel any pain. She just heard a suppressed groan. She was stunned for a moment, and her heart was suddenly hit by something.
"Mu Shicang? What's wrong with you?" He said, and then tried to struggle anxiously, but the person below gasped: "It's okay, don't move."
"Oh." Yang Shushu immediately maintained her original posture, not daring to move.
Mu Shicang didn't let her get off. He just lay there and relaxed for a while before speaking: "Don't you know how to scream when you're in danger? If I hadn't been so accurate, you might be the one holding the candied haws."
"You... are hurt?" Yang Shushu's voice trembled. She tried to grope in the dark with her hands, but she didn't know where to put them. She was afraid of touching something she shouldn't touch and causing him more pain.
"It's okay, it's just a scratch. Are you okay?" Mu Shicang helped her stand up. From his actions, it seemed that it was just as he said, just a scratch.
Yang Shushu was relieved. "I'm fine. Where did you row?"
"Don't worry about your arm. It's just a superficial injury. Climb up from here and you should be close to the vent. Come, like before, I'll take you up."
Yang Shushu walked in the direction he was pulling her, thought for a moment and said, "Thank you."
Mu Shicang didn't stop. One hand grasped her shoulder, and the other hand groped in the dark to feel the height of the wooden wall. When he grabbed a relatively solid piece of wood, he pulled it down with all his strength. "You are mine. It is my responsibility to protect you. Come here, feel up along my arm. Grab this first, and I'll take you up."
This time, Mu Shicang was worried about her going up alone, so after basically fixing her position, he stood directly next to her, holding her waist with one hand and supporting her weight with the other hand.
Originally, Yang Shushu wanted to help him distribute some of the weight, and she also held on to the wood, but she didn't expect his movements to be so smooth that he didn't seem like a rich young man at all. She felt as if her feet didn't step on anything at all, and she was directly lifted up by the waist. That feeling -
The scene in Yang Shushu's mind played out again, this time it was a martial arts drama, in which a hero dressed in black, with a long sword on his back, caught a woman who fell from a cliff with a domineering and cool look on his face, then climbed up the ladder in a few steps and flew back up like riding on clouds.
At this moment, she wanted to cover her face again, because the picture she brought into the story this time was particularly vivid, because both the hero and the woman had faces.
It was her and Mu Shicang.
Every girl has had a girlish period. At that time, even a strong girl like Yang Shushu also had a longing for love, but her longing was more ordinary than that of other girls.
Because she had no home since she was a child, she wanted to have a gentle and down-to-earth man who loved her and cared about her to form a one-person family. Then the two of them worked together to have their own house and their own children. As the children grew up, they formed their own family. The family had more and more members and became more and more lively. She didn't need her children to be great, and she never thought about what they had done for her. She just wanted to experience the feeling of having a family together and having a happy meal.
In a word, Mu Shicang had never appeared in her dreams. From the moment they met, he was not within her consideration of a partner.
In the darkness, Yang Shushu let out a breath. She felt that this had nothing to do with being in love or anything like that. It was simply a suspension bridge effect, and it would be over once it was over.
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