It's just that she drank from this bottle of water...
Nian Mu watched Mu Shaoling drink most of the bottle of water, guessing that he was thirsty and tired. After thinking about it, she said, "Mr. Mu, this bottle of water I have is mixed with glucose, do you want to drink some?"
"
Mu Shaoling looked at her and said nothing.
"But I drank it. If you don't mind, forget it..." Nianmu thought he didn't want it and was about to put it away when he spoke.
"You can keep it and drink it." Mu Shaoling said.
She is a woman and needs more care than herself. Now the only things they have on hand are these two bottles of water. According to the current situation, they may be trapped on the mountain tonight.
Therefore, Mu Shaoling did not take the water from her.
"Okay..." Nianmu thought he disliked her, so he said nothing and put the water bottle back into his backpack.
The rain kept falling and the wind blew strongly. Nianmu felt that the clothes on his body were gradually being dried by the wind, but the one underneath...
There is no way to dry it, one is dry and the other is wet, which makes it even more painful and uncomfortable.
Nian Mu even had the idea of taking off the layer of clothes underneath, but Mu Shaoling was here, and it was still outdoors...
She endured it.
It was getting dark, and the street lights in the pavilion and the street lights on the mountain road gradually turned on. Nianmu looked at these street lights and felt a little lonely.
It was raining heavily. As long as she looked far away, the street lights would be obscured by the rain. Moreover, there was fog on the mountains at night, so visibility was very low.
In my ears, there was either the sound of wind or the sound of rain.
Mu Shaoling didn't speak, and neither did she.
Nian Mu was thinking, how did people have fun in ancient times? Educated people could still read books, but what about ordinary people? Do they turn off the lights and sleep at night?
She looked at Mu Shaoling. They didn't have any entertainment at the moment. Moreover, the two of them were obviously in the same pavilion, but they didn't talk or interact much. It was like they were in the same pavilion in different time and space.
The distance is very close, but also very far...
Mu Shaoling seemed to notice that she was looking at him, so he also turned to look at her.
Nian Mu was startled and immediately turned his head away.
But it was too late. Mu Shaoling still saw that she had been looking at him just now. One afternoon, their communication was interrupted when she asked him if he wanted to drink water.
What did she misunderstand?
Did she misunderstand that he disliked her?
Mu Shaoling was stunned, and suddenly remembered that he would not easily drink what others had drunk, except what Ruan Bai had drunk.
It was that fake Ruan Bai who wanted to share the same drink with him several times, but he always refused.
But when Nian Mu asked him if he wanted to drink this time, the reason for his refusal was not because of his mysophobia, but because he thought it would be better for her to keep it.
Mu Shaoling realized that he didn't seem to object to drinking a bottle of water with Nian Mu.
Why is this happening...
He thought for a while, if it weren't for the current scene and Nian Mu handed her the water she had drank, he would have continued to drink it, and there wouldn't be any grudge in his heart...
Mu Shaoling was shocked by his thoughts. In just a few months, he had not had much contact with Nian Mu, but his acceptance level changed because of her!
He doesn't want to believe it...
Mu Shaoling looked at Nian Mu's eyes with more and more depth, probing and thinking about what she had done to make him so accepting of her.
Is it because her eyes look like Ruan Bai? Her voice is also somewhat similar?
He immediately rejected it. If this was the case, the fake Ruan Bai would be more like his Ruan Bai. However, three years later, he still did not accept this fake Ruan Bai from the bottom of his heart.
Could it be that her cooking taste is very similar to Ruan Bai's, and the more she eats, the more he accepts it?
Mu Shaoling couldn't find the answer, so he suddenly asked: "Can you sing?"
Nian Mu was stunned. Was he talking just now? He was asking if he could sing?
She turned back to look at the man, and through the light of the pavilion, he saw the concentration on the man's face.
Could he have been looking at me like this just now?
What was he thinking when he looked at himself?
"Can you sing?" Mu Shaoling asked again. He remembered that Ruan Bai's singing voice was very gentle and clear, and he sang very well.
"No." This time, Nianmu heard clearly. What he just heard was indeed not an illusion.
"Sing a song." Mu Shaoling said directly as if he didn't hear her.
Nian Mu: "..."
Mu Shaoling looked at her, "You grew up in Russia, can you sing folk songs there?"
Nian Mu nodded. She knew Russian folk songs because Aleer used to sing them often. During her time on the horror island, apart from training, she just had basic daily life, eating, drinking, and resting.
Without entertainment, singing is their entertainment.
Aleer likes to sing songs from her hometown. After listening to them a few times, Nianmu was able to sing a few lines in the same way. Aleer also praised her for her beautiful singing voice, so she sang all the folk songs in her free time.
Teach her.
So she will.
Nianmu looked at Mu Shaoling, as if saying that she must sing a song today. In desperation, she slowly sang the song that Aleer taught her, and she could even guarantee the standard pronunciation.
The song lasted only three minutes. Listening to her soft singing, Mu Shaoling felt like a child.
She seems to be the one who coaxes her to sleep...
Nian Mu's voice is as soft as Ruan Bai's, and there are even some similarities when singing...
Did she deliberately imitate Ruan Bai? Ruan Bai doesn't usually sing in front of outsiders. If she is from Terror Island and she deliberately imitated Ruan Bai, then she must have had a lot of contact with Ruan Bai.
Otherwise, it wouldn't be like this...
As Mu Shaoling listened to her singing, his mind became more and more empty, so empty that apart from her voice, the only sound between heaven and earth was the sound of wind and rain.
After Nian Mu finished singing a song, he looked at Mu Shaoling, but he had no reaction.
The more no response there was, the more uneasy she became, "Mr. Mu?"
Mu Shaoling came back to his senses and cleared his throat, "It doesn't look like you can't sing."
"This is all casual humming." Nianmu looked into the distance. The light became mysterious and beautiful under the mist of rain and fog.
"Russian folk songs are very nice." Mu Shaoling praised. It seemed that he was praising the songs, but in fact, he was praising the singing of Mu Shaoling.
"I like it too." Nian Mu said. Sometimes when little Nian Nian makes a fuss, Aleer and I will sing to her, and the child will become well-behaved after listening to it.
"Who did you learn this from?" Mu Shaoling asked again.
Nianmu didn't expect that he would start the topic because of this, but he still answered casually, "A neighbor's sister often sings. I heard it and learned to sing it. Once she heard me singing, so she took the initiative to teach me."
