As soon as Lin Jianxue finished speaking, the small courtyard fell into a brief silence.
Grandma Su's cloudy eyes fell on Fu Qingqing's pale little face with pity.
The little girl's thin figure trembled slightly, like weeds swaying in the wind, revealing a heartbreaking fragility.
Grandma Su's heart also tightened.
She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but swallowed the words back. She just looked at her grandson tentatively and with a bit of pleading.
This child has been opinionated and stubborn since he was young.
As his grandmother, she couldn't figure out what he was thinking, let alone force him to make decisions.
Su Muyun received his grandmother's gaze, but there was still no extra expression on his stern face.
His cold eyes swept over Fu Qingqing again.
It stayed for only a moment before moving away.
He was silent for a few seconds, as if he was considering, but also as if he was just fulfilling his obligation to inform.
Finally, he spoke, his voice cold.
"Feel sorry."
"I know you have your difficulties."
"But I also have my difficulties."
These words were spoken in a leisurely manner, without a trace of apology, only a sense of alienation that kept people at a distance.
"I really can't offer any help here."
"You guys... you better seek help from someone else."
This last sentence completely blocked all room for maneuver.
Unexpectedly, when Fu Qingqing heard this clear rejection, her tense shoulders relaxed almost imperceptibly.
She seemed to have unloaded a heavy burden and breathed a sigh of relief.
In fact, she didn't think that a cold man like Su Muyun would agree to teach her any boxing.
She forced a smile, trying to make her voice sound more relaxed, and turned to Lin Jianxue and said:
"Sister Xiaoxue, forget it."
"That's what I said. How could they teach outsiders kung fu casually?"
"At worst, I'll move to the farm and live with my dad."
The farm is staffed by transferred cadres and workers, and the management is relatively strict.
"There are a lot of people over there, including my dad. I don't believe they dare to come over and arrest people there."
"How can that be possible?"
Lin Jianxue almost immediately denied her words, "The farm is so far away from our brigade. I'm even more worried about you, a little girl, living there."
She stretched out her hand and gently placed it on Fu Qingqing's thin shoulder, her voice softening.
"How about this. You move in today and live with me."
"Although the educated youth camp is a bit simple, there are many of us and we can take care of each other."
"As for learning Kung Fu... I'll think of a way for you. There's always a way."
After she finished speaking, she stood up, turned her gaze to Grandma Su, and a gentle smile returned to her face.
"Grandma Su, I'm sorry to bother you today."
She pointed to the eggs in a net bag and the walnut cakes wrapped in oil paper on the table.
"These eggs and walnut cakes are a token of our appreciation. Please keep them to nourish your body."
"Since Comrade Su is not in a position to teach, we will not force him."
When Grandma Su heard this, she quickly waved her hands, her face full of apology.
"Oh, this won't do! Lin Zhiqing, take it back!"
"I can't even help you, how can I accept your things?"
The old lady was about to step forward to decline as she spoke.
Lin Jianxue smiled slightly and did not take it.
"Grandma, we've already brought the things here, and it's too heavy to carry them back."
"Please accept it. Otherwise, we would feel bad about it."
Her attitude was gentle, but she would not tolerate rejection.
Grandma Su looked into her clear eyes, and the words of refusal came to her lips, but she swallowed them back.
This Lin Zhiqing looks gentle, but he is actually quite tenacious.
"Then... let's go."
Grandma Su had no choice but to agree.
"We'll take our leave now."
Lin Jianxue said this and gently touched the arm of Fu Zhawei, who had been silent for a while.
Signaling him that he could go.
The queen waved to Fu Qingqing again.
Fu Zhawei didn't say much from beginning to end. His dark eyes were unfathomable and he stood up silently.
Fu Qingqing hurried to catch up.
The three of them turned around and walked out of the Su family's shabby but clean yard.
Looking at their gradually receding backs, Grandma Su stood there and sighed deeply.
She turned her head and looked at her taciturn grandson.
The young man had his eyes lowered, his gaze fixed on an unknown blade of grass on the ground, his profile lines cold and hard.
"Xiao Mu..."
Grandma Su spoke tentatively.
"I think Lin Zhiqing and the Fu brothers and sisters are all very solid."
“People are also polite.”
"That little girl from the Fu family is indeed pitiful."
She paused and mentioned it cautiously.
"Besides, one class is only one dollar..."
"This is not a small amount."
"Why don't you just treat it as some extra money to help support your family?"
Su Muyun raised his eyes and his gaze fell on the bamboo basket in the corner of the yard.
There was the wild rabbit he had shot in the afternoon, its fur smooth and still warm.
He looked away, his voice low and emotionless.
"I'll go get the rabbit."
"We'll have roasted rabbit tonight."
After saying this, he no longer looked at Grandma Su, nor did he answer her question. He walked straight to the skinning knife hanging under the eaves.
Grandma Su looked at her grandson's silent back and opened her mouth, but the words she wanted to say were stuck in her throat.
well……
She had a clear mind.
There is no such thing as the old rule of passing it down to males but not females.
This child was deeply hurt by those so-called "disciples".
At that time, her honest son, Su Muyun's father, took in several young men from the village as his apprentices just because he knew a little bit of fighting.
On Japanese days, they would call each other "Master" and bring gifts to your door during festivals.
But who knew that once the movement came and the winds of change came, some people became jealous and wanted to accuse him of "disrupting production" and "forming cliques".
In order to distance themselves from the relationship, none of the disciples who had been brothers and had received favors from the Japanese master stood up to say a word of justice.
There are even people who take advantage of others’ misfortunes and confuse right and wrong!
Although in the end, the hat was not fastened tightly, I managed to escape by luck.
But how could her son, a man of high aspirations, tolerate such betrayal and injustice?
From then on, he never recovered and spent his days drinking to drown his sorrows. Not long after, he drank himself to death.
Her poor daughter-in-law, Su Muyun's mother, had to play both the role of father and mother, taking care of the housework and working in the fields to earn work points, and she was exhausted.
A few days ago, he also gave up.
When Su Muyun was only a few years old, he witnessed with his own eyes those people who once respectfully called his parents "Master" and "Master's Wife" suddenly put on cold and even sinister faces.
He sees the fickleness of human nature and the vicissitudes of the world better than anyone else.
How could he easily trust outsiders?
How could it be possible to teach the Su family's ancestral boxing to those who are ignorant of the basics and may bite back at any time?
He is afraid.
He was afraid of repeating the same path as his parents.
Grandma Su's mind was as clear as a mirror.
This kid was planning to bury Su Jiaquan along with him completely in the ground.
*
The yard was soon filled with the aroma of barbecue.
Su Muyun's hands and feet were clumsy, but he quickly cleaned the two wild rabbits and roasted them over the fire until they were sizzling with oil.
He tore off a piece of the rabbit that was roasted to a crispy exterior and tenderness, put it in a bowl, and handed it to Grandma Su.
"Grandma, you eat first."
He carefully wrapped the remaining one in clean oil paper and placed it in another clean large bowl.
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