To be honest, it was very stressful to talk to this big guy face to face. Theoretically, Mu Shicang was also a pretty scary lunatic, and his unpredictable personality made people even more frightened. Besides, she was almost strangled to death by him several times.
But maybe it was because he was the person who spent the most time with her after she woke up, or maybe it was because this guy was good at acting and usually acted too harmless. In short, she was not that afraid of him.
But this old man is different. Whether in the original body's memory or in her eyes, this old man is like a bottomless black hole. People never know what he is thinking, and his eyes always make people feel that he has seen through everything.
After saying this, she tried hard not to avoid those eyes. She told herself that if she did, it would be like admitting that all the mistakes were hers.
Sometimes Yang Shushu’s stubborn character makes her like a climber who won’t give up until she reaches the top. Even if she knows that she may never come back, she still wants to know what the final result will be. She wants the truth she believes in to be recognized by the same people.
Under Old Master Mu's scrutinizing gaze, and Mu Shicang's seemingly smiling but hunter-like gaze, she continued, "I was almost burned to death, and no one asked if I was okay. Instead, they accused me of arson without asking any questions, and they didn't even bother to provide evidence. So, may I ask, Old Master, in this situation, should I bow my head and let the dog bite me, or bite the dog back?"
At this point, she didn't wait for Old Master Mu to speak. She laughed and answered herself: "I don't usually have the habit of arguing with dogs, but when necessary, I really don't mind biting a dog a few times."
This was a roundabout way of scolding the entire Mu family. The expressions of Old Master Mu and Mu Shicang were indescribably subtle. Uncle Liang silently lit a candle to give her courage. He had followed the old master for so many years and had never seen anyone dare to speak to him like this.
Old Master Mu was indeed unhappy, but he couldn't really make a fuss about it. If he did, he would be a real bastard.
"Everyone has a fixed impression that you just committed suicide..." After all, the scale in Old Master Mu's heart was slightly tilted, and he really wanted to see how Yang Shushu would react if he said that.
Is it anger, grievance, or - something else.
However, he didn't see Yang Shushu's reaction for the time being, but his grandson did react. Mu Shicang sat directly on the armrest of his armchair. When there was no one around, or when there were few people around, he was always so casual in front of him, and naturally showed closeness.
"Grandpa, don't mess with Shushu. When she's angry, she'll really bite people." Mu Shicang's attitude was somewhat ambiguous. It seemed like he was speaking for Yang Shushu, but it also seemed like he had some other deeper meaning. Even Grandpa Mu didn't know what his grandson was thinking.
In other words, at a certain moment in his grandson's growth, he gradually lost the ability to see things clearly.
Yang Shushu glanced at Mu Shicang, and suddenly her eyes moved downwards. Old Master Mu followed her gaze and looked down, just in time to see his own fingers. He was stunned for a moment, looking very confused.
Yang Shushu spoke at this moment: "You are wondering when this wound appeared, right? You clearly didn't do anything, how could a wound suddenly appear?"
Old Master Mu and Mu Shi looked at her. She had gradually gotten used to the pressure brought by Old Master Mu, and she looked much more relaxed than before. She took two steps forward, staring at Old Master Mu's wound, and continued, "In fact, we often encounter such things in life. When we are working or doing something, we always inadvertently get a little injury. We can't see it at the time, and we can't feel the pain. We don't know we are injured until we occasionally discover it. We may not even notice that we are injured until the wound heals."
"So, don't be so surprised and confused. Even if you didn't do anything, as long as you were active, it doesn't mean it's absolute. People are often like this, thinking that if they didn't do anything, how could they be injured? Right?"
She tilted her head and met Old Master Mu's eyes. The old man's eyes became sharp, like a hawk: "Girl, what do you want to say?"
Yang Shushu pinched her fingers gently, took a deep breath, and smiled: "Not doing it doesn't mean you won't get hurt, and not seeing or feeling the wound doesn't mean it doesn't exist. Old Master, sometimes ignoring it is a kind of harm in itself. You are the master of the Mu family. Don't you know how everyone's attitude came about today?"
The shepherd's house in the middle of the night was like a huge sleeping beast, and there was still some faint movement in the belly of the beast, but at this moment, even the last bit of movement disappeared.
Uncle Liang stood behind Old Master Mu, and a layer of sweat broke out on his back. Mu Shicang stood up from Old Master Mu's side at some point, looking at Yang Shushu with shining eyes, revealing an indescribable excitement and amusement.
Old Master Mu didn't move. He kept looking at Yang Shushu. Yang Shushu was actually quite nervous, but she didn't regret saying these things. She accepted the gift of the original body and should do something for her. The original body's suicide was not only related to her first love, but also to these people in the Mu family. Although Old Master Mu didn't do anything, his disregard was also an indirect harm. After all, in the Mu family, as long as he said a word, or spoke up when the original body was embarrassed and insulted, he could improve the original body's situation, but he didn't, not even once.
In his memory, the original body looked at him for help more than once when he was in trouble, but the old man simply ignored him.
The atmosphere continued to gather strength. Even Mu Shicang was wondering if Old Master Mu was angry. He sat back on the armrest of the armchair, his attitude casual and unfocused: "Grandpa, you are not really angry about this, are you?"
Old Master Mu finally moved. He looked at his grandson, a smile flickering across his dignified lips. "Are you afraid I'll be angry? Or are you worried about her?"
Mu Shicang thought about it and answered quite seriously: "It's... quite interesting, isn't it?"
As he spoke, he looked at Yang Shushu. Originally, Yang Shushu was not very afraid of Mu Shicang. Even if he was naked and pinching her neck, she would not be afraid. But this look made her feel inexplicably cold all over. She instinctively took a step back. She felt like a rabbit being stepped on by a ferocious beast.
This feeling—
It's really frustrating.
At this moment, Old Master Mu turned to her and asked her in a strange manner: "Girl, are you blaming me?"
Yang Shushu barely managed to free herself from the "claws" that Mu Shicang had extended with his eyes, looked at Old Master Mu, and said seriously, "No, I just want you to be fair. Arson can be a big or small matter, and it's illegal. I dare not agree to it lightly."
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