"Tang Yazi, you are tired from traveling. Don't go anywhere now. Just stay in the kitchen and chat with your aunt."

While washing the meat with rice water, Mrs. Sun looked at his expression and said with a smile.

Hearing Sun's words, Luo Fengtang looked away.

He smiled a little sheepishly and nodded vigorously.

Yang Ruoqing was holding a basket in her left hand and a fish in her right hand, walking briskly on the way to the pond at the entrance of the village.

Under the old maple tree at the entrance of the village, we met Muzichuan.

Mu Zichuan was holding a wooden bucket filled with water in both hands and was walking here with his head buried.

Yang Ruoqing slowed down a bit.

The road between enemies is really narrow. The more people you don't want to bump into, you can meet them just around the corner.

She planned to stand by the old maple tree and wait for him to pass before she left.

But, it's too late.

Mu Zichuan suddenly raised his head and caught sight of Yang Ruoqing here.

A touch of surprise flashed in the boy's clear blue eyes.

"Qing'er"

He called her and walked quickly this way.

The water in the bucket shook more violently, and some of it spilled out from the edge of the bucket.

Two crooked water marks extended all the way to Yang Ruoqing's face under the old maple tree.

"Qing'er, you're here to wash vegetables."

Muzichuan glanced at Yang Ruoqing, who was carrying the vegetable basket and the fish, and the corners of his lips curved in a gentle arc.

Yang Ruoqing nodded indifferently, hummed, and turned away to leave.

Was stopped by him.

"What do you want to do again?"

She took a step back and asked impatiently.

His blocking action reminded her of what happened by the pond two days ago.

She hates dealing with messy people, especially if they are a mama's baby.

Yang Ruoqing frowned.

The alienation and disgust in her eyes seemed to hurt him.

The smile on his face froze, replaced by unspeakable guilt.

"Qing'er, are you still angry with me about what happened that day?"

he asked softly.

It is undeniable that Mu Zichuan's voice is very nice.

It's pure and sweet, and it goes well with his bookish temperament.

Even though Yang Ruoqing didn't want to pay attention to him at the moment, the sound still gave her an auditory enjoyment.

Hearing his question, Yang Ruoqing raised her eyelids and glanced at him.

"Muzichuan, you think too much. I don't care about what happened that day at all." She said.

Don't worry

I don’t care anymore

It's still not worth worrying about

Mu Zichuan felt that the possibility of the latter far outweighed the former.

His eyes were slightly lowered, and his eyelashes, which were longer than those of a girl, trembled slightly, covering the sadness under his eyes.

But he quickly raised his eyes and smiled gently at Yang Ruoqing.

"Qing'er, I have seriously reflected on what happened that day, and it is indeed my fault."

Muzichuan said in a low voice.

"I shouldn't not believe you and still question you so fiercely."

"I know it's my fault, but I still hope you can understand my difficulties."

"After all, there is my mother on the other side. Even if my mother makes a lot of mistakes, I, as a son, cannot condemn her. This is unfilial."

Yang Ruoqing did not interrupt him, but listened carefully.

She knew that Muzichuan was confiding in herself.

This boy is really a filial son.

For Widow Liu to be able to raise a son like Mu Zichuan with her kind virtue is really a blessing in her previous life.

"Qing'er, let me apologize to you for my mother. We won't mention this matter from now on, okay?"

Mu Zichuan's pleading voice brought Yang Ruoqing back from her thoughts.

She bit her lower lip and softened her attitude a little.

"Every wrong has its own owner, and every debt has its own owner. The person who framed me is your mother, not you."

She continued, "You don't need to apologize to me for your mother. Let this matter be settled. From now on, we can all go back to our own ways and live peacefully."

What Yang Ruoqing said was true.

The reason why people are related to each other is, in the final analysis, because the word "profit" serves as a bond.

The reason for getting entangled with Lao Yang's family is because my family is a part of Lao Yang's family.

The quarrel with the old Luo family was because they wanted to join forces with Tang Yazi to make tofu, go hunting in the mountains, and so on.

There are also Uncle Chang Geng’s family and Uncle Daniu’s family.

They are all entangled together because they have common interests.

As for the Mu family, they are incompatible with each other and have no common interests.

Naturally, the road turned toward the sky, and everyone went to one side.

You can't be a good profit partner, but there's no need to make enemies.

However, Yang Ruoqing's honest words had a different taste in Mu Zichuan's ears.

Qing'er

Do you still want to draw a clear line with me?

He thought sadly, and his mood became depressed again.

"Qing'er, I know you still have some problems in your heart."

He stared into her eyes and whispered.

"What can I do to get you to erase that grudge so that we can get along like we did a few days ago?" he asked.

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment and blinked.

"How did we get along with each other a few days ago?"

She asked with a confused look,

The number of times I talk to this guy can be counted on one hand.

Mu Zichuan's handsome face was slightly dyed red.

"Some time ago you helped me carry water."

I go

Yang Ruoqing has black lines all over her head.

After doing it for a long time, this guy took advantage of her strength.

The corners of Yang Ruoqing's mouth curled up, and she looked at Mu Zichuan with a smile.

"Are you sincerely apologizing to me, right?"

"Yeah" he nodded vigorously.

"Well, let me give you a chance. How about you prove your sincerity with actions?"

"Qing'er, whatever you say, as long as I can do it, I have to go up mountains of swords and seas of fire."

"Ha, if you shout slogans, you won't have to. Here, you can just take this fish and kill it for me."

She raised the fat-headed fish she was carrying in front of him.

The fathead fish was already dead when we bought it.

However, those dead fish eyes were still staring hard, and the fish eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes.

Leng Buding was raised in front of him by her. From Mu Zichuan's angle, he just saw a pair of blood-filled eyes staring at him.

"ah"

Muzichuan couldn't take precautions and let out a low cry.

His face turned pale and he took a step back.

The water in the barrel splashed out again, soaking the uppers of his shoes.

"Hahaha, didn't you just promise to do something for me? Why did a fish scare you like this?"

Yang Ruoqing laughed.

Mu Zichuan steadied his body, glanced at the fish that gave off a fishy smell, and frowned with his delicate brows.

"I wasn't careful just now. I'm not afraid of the fish," Mu Zichuan said.

"Qing'er, can we change the conditions?" he discussed.

"I asked you to kill the fish, but I didn't ask you to go up mountains of swords and seas of fire. Why am I making it so difficult for you?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

"Since you are not afraid, then you can carry it over."
Chapter completed!