Before Muzi could speak, Yan Yuan took the lead and said, "Yes, you know Li Xiang, and Li Xiang and Li Xi are brother and sister. Muzi, you must be Li Xi's friend too, right?"
Yan Yuan was most concerned about this.
If Muzi is Li Xi's friend, no matter how much he likes the blue butterfly brooch, he must return the brooch to Muzi.
Because of the fear caused by his father and because he didn't want to use the bathroom in public, Muzi originally didn't plan to drink the milk tea in his hand, but because of Zhang Ling and Yan Yuan's problems, he suddenly felt thirsty and instinctively drank a few sips.
"You're talking about Li Xi! He doesn't seem to have a good relationship with Li Xiang. As Li Xiang's personal butler, I will definitely have contact with him. But because of Li Xiang, it's just a nod.
.”
Zhang Ling looked at Yan Yuan a little confused and explained with a smile: "It's just a friendship of nodding and saying hello when we meet."
"We're just acquaintances, I know. Why do you have to tell me this so much?" After Yan Yuan finished speaking, she lowered her head in embarrassment and sipped the milk tea through a straw.
Muzi noticed that Yan Yuan was peeking at him from time to time, and curiously whispered in Zhang Ling's ear: "Do you know what happened to Yan Yuan? The way she peeked at me was so strange."
"Her!" Zhang Ling laughed before she could explain the reason. Yan Yuan suddenly looked up and said, "What, Zhang Ling, are you saying bad things about me behind my back again?"
Muzi didn't want to offend Yan Yuan because of this, so he quickly waved his hand and explained: "No, no, Yan Yuan, don't get me wrong. Zhang Ling really didn't say anything bad about you."
Zhang Ling held Muzi's shoulders and smiled, indicating that he didn't need to explain. She then said to Yan Yuan, "I'm not some people who always like to speak ill of others behind their backs. I always speak ill of others in person."
"What you mean by this is that I spoke ill of people behind their backs?" Yan Yuan defended with a look of dissatisfaction.
Zhang Ling did not answer Yan Yuan's words, but looked at Muzi with a teasing smile and said, "Muzi, don't pay attention to her, she is just worried..."
Yan Yuan was a little anxious and stood up quickly to interrupt and said: "Zhang Ling!"
The sound was a bit too loud, and many people around looked over.
Muzi was also shocked by Yan Yuan's actions.
Yan Yuan felt a little embarrassed considering that there was Muzi beside her, so she sat down obediently.
Zhang Ling was not afraid of Yan Yuan's roar. She patted Muzi on the shoulder and continued: "You will laugh at some people who are ignorant of culture and do not know what a nod of acquaintance is."
"Zhang Ling, you... are too much!"
After Yan Yuan finished speaking, he glanced at Muzi subconsciously and lowered his head. It felt like he had done something embarrassing in front of his beloved, and he could only hide his embarrassment under the table.
Muzi asked worriedly: "Yan Yuan, Yan Yuan, are you okay?"
No matter how he asked, he would get no response.
"It's okay. She just wants to be alone at this moment." Zhang Ling advised Muzi not to be nervous.
However, it was indeed the first time she saw Yan Yuan's posture. It was like the first time she met the man she had a crush on for a long time. No matter what she did, she felt extremely blushing and nervous.
Muzi still asked Zhang Ling with some worry: "Is she really okay? I see her face is a little hot and red. It seems to be caused by physical discomfort."
"Well, it does look a bit like it. But don't worry. Yan Yuan will never wrong himself. If he really feels unwell, he will tell us." Zhang Ling finished speaking to Muzi, then deliberately glanced around, her tone
He looked very provocative and said to Yan Yuan, "Our Yan Yuan has fallen in love with some handsome guy in Huaichun? His face is really red!"
Yan Yuan was obviously irritated by these words. He suddenly raised his head and put on a serious look and said: "Zhang Ling, what are you talking about? I find that today you seem to be jealous of me over a man. That's why you say things to me everywhere.
Some shortcomings about me. Miss Muzi is a girl. There is no need for you to compete for favor like the concubines of ancient emperors."
When Muzi heard Yan Yuan's words, his heart skipped a beat, his face suddenly became serious, and he unconsciously began to look at himself. Worried that he didn't look like a woman?
He has a graceful figure and soft lines. He himself is fascinated by his figure, especially because he has a soft voice that is unique to women. There is no reason for others to think that he does not look like a woman.
No, that's not right!
After taking a look at himself, he suddenly realized that it wasn't that he didn't behave like a woman, but that women have strong intuitive guidance.
So he felt that what Yan Yuan said was just a feeling.
Stay steady, he must stay steady.
As long as he doesn't reveal his flaws, no matter how strong Yan Yuan's intuition is, he will not take it for granted that he is not like a woman.
"What are you talking about?" Zhang Ling pinched Yan Yuan's arm.
Yan Yuan rubbed the pinched area, showing a pitiful look and said: "Oh, hey, it hurts. I said Zhang Ling, you are murdering your best friend!"
Zhang Ling moved towards Muzi and put one hand on his shoulder. Their two faces were pressed tightly together, like a loving couple. She looked at Yan Yuan provocatively and said:
"Your Majesty, look at Concubine Yan bullying others again. You have to make the decision for me!"
Because of Zhang Ling's intimate actions, Muzi's warm feeling on his cheeks was like an electric current hitting his brain nerves, causing his thinking to temporarily stagnate. Then there was a warm current in his heart that began to spread along the blood vessels throughout his body, as if he had lost something.
Years of motherly happiness are back.
Mother's love is a luxury for Muzi.
His impression of his mother was already very vague.
All I know is that my father regards words like "mom" as taboo words in the family. So my father also eliminated any trace of mother in the family.
Once when his father was drunk, he was lucky enough to learn that his face looked exactly like his mother's.
Therefore, his heart also quietly changed. He often sat in front of the mirror alone, looking at himself in the mirror, trying to recall fragments of his mother.
At first, he could still remember the remnants of his mother's voice and appearance, but as time went by, the memory of his mother gradually became blurred.
What's even more subtle is that he increasingly believes that he is a girl.
…
Zhang Ling saw that Muzi had not responded, shook his arm vigorously and continued: "Your Majesty!"
Muzi's body was shaken up, and his thoughts returned to the present. He pretended to be serious, looked at Yan Yuan in a playful manner and said: "Concubine Yan, do you know your guilt? Your concubine is my little sweetheart. You bullied her,
It’s like bullying me.”
Yan Yuan was dumbfounded by Muzi's reaction.
They say Yan Yuan is a drama queen. Seeing the two of them together in front of her, they are no less competitive than her.
"Your Majesty, I am wronged! This bitch, oh, no, it is Concubine Zhang who has been bullying me."
While speaking, Yan Yuan also moved to the other side of Muzi, hugged his arm, tilted his head on his shoulder, and spoke with a choked tone.
At this time, a teenage girl sitting at a table not far away held a bunch of candied haws with a surprised look on her face, pointed at them and said: "Mom, look, did they come from ancient times? Talk and listen.
Why does it look so much like the one in the TV series my mother watches?"
The mother just glanced at them and whispered, "What a sin!" Then she nervously picked up the child and changed her position, sat down with her back to them, and scolded the child: "No more!"
It’s up to them.”
The little girl looked up at her mother in confusion and asked, "Why? The three elder sisters over there don't look like bad people."
"Where's the reason? I told you not to look at it, so I told you not to look at it. If you don't obey me again, be careful that your mother will throw you to the rag collector and she won't let you go." The little girl's mother continued to threaten.
After Zhang Ling heard what the little girl's mother said, she immediately sat up straight with a solemn expression.
It's not because the little girl's mother is overbearing and doesn't allow her children to look at them, but because she mentioned the words "collecting rags" at the end. There was endless contempt and disrespect in her words.
It is said that children are the flowers of the future. Is it really okay for a mother to instill class antagonism, extreme disrespect and contempt for others into her children from an early age?
If it had been in the past, she would definitely have gone forward to argue with this mother.
However, now that she was already exhausted physically and mentally, she would know how her mother would defend herself even if she didn't need to reason.
The mother would definitely say that this is the way most parents educate their children.
Remember what Lu Xun said in "Diary of a Madman": "It's always been this way, so it's right?"
This is a complaint made in a backward and conservative era: If it is an idea or practice that has been used for a long time, does it have to be right?
the answer is negative.
The times are developing, and we must not only advance economically, but also make great progress culturally and ideologically.
The general environment is like this, no matter how much Zhang Ling wants to change, it will only be a drop in the bucket. Not only will she not be able to change other people's wrong ideas, but she will also be treated as a lunatic.
Yes, this is human.
Anyone who conflicts with the thoughts of the vast majority of people will run a huge risk of being regarded as a lunatic.
Zhang Ling has indeed seen similar things with her own eyes. There are also such legends among real historical celebrities.
So she didn't dare to act impulsively.
The only thing she can do is as long as her own heart is not polluted by these bad thoughts.
Muzi put a hand on Zhang Ling's shoulder and said comfortingly: "I know what you are thinking? It's okay. The child's mother is not short-sighted. I think the child is very smart and should not be affected by his mother."
Zhang Ling was surprised because Muzi really understood what she was thinking.
Muzi wanted to tell him that people who are destined to be extraordinary don't need her to worry.
On the contrary, it will be useless for a person who is destined to be mediocre even if he worries about him all his life.
"Is this really the case?" Zhang Ling expected a positive answer.
Muzi smiled at her and nodded.
Only then did Zhang Ling smile with relief.
"No more fun, no more fun, you two are so annoying. You always don't take me with you if something happens." Yan Yuan also left Muzi and sat aside, pouting like a petulant little girl.
Say it with your mouth.
Zhang Ling had long been immune to Yan Yuan's petty temper. Muzi asked extremely worriedly: "No, I didn't take you with me. Don't get me wrong. We just..."
Before he finished speaking, a dog barked, followed by the furious voice of the little girl's mother.
Everyone around looked over and saw the woman pointing at the cleaning staff of the shopping mall and saying, "Smelly cleaning lady, you are blind. Your mop touched my precious red dragonfly."
The cleaning lady mistakenly thought that she had really touched the other party's child. She looked around with herself as a dot and could not see any other children except the little girl.
The cleaner looked at the woman with an aggrieved look and explained, "I'm sorry, I just accidentally touched the black boots on your feet. Are there any precious red dragonflies here?"
"What?" The woman stood up suddenly, stamped her feet a few times, and looked at her cashmere leather pointed-toe women's boots distressedly, "You actually soiled my shoes?"
"It doesn't matter, I'll just clean it for you." The cleaning lady took out a piece of paper with a guilty look on her face, and quickly leaned over to clean the woman's shoes.
The woman raised her foot and kicked the cleaning lady to the ground, while sternly accusing her: "Don't touch me, you stinky cleaning lady, don't let me get the bad breath from you."
The cleaning lady held her stomach with one hand, her face turned pale in pain, she grinned but did not cry out in pain.
The woman ignored the cleaning and left the little girl aside. She nervously checked whether the dog squatting on the chair on one side was injured.
"Red Dragonfly, don't move, let mom see where you are injured?"
Many people around were unhappy because the woman let the dog on the table, but then they saw the woman bullying the cleaning lady so violently.
Many people immediately took out their mobile phones in anger, some took a few photos, and some simply planned to broadcast live to call on more people to condemn women.
Yes, that's all the onlookers could do.
No one came forward to condemn the woman's evil deeds, and no one helped Bao Jie up and asked whether Bao Jie needed to be sent to the hospital.
Zhang Ling couldn't stand it anymore when she saw this. She stood up suddenly and planned to say a fair word for Baojie.
Unexpectedly, Muzi's hand grabbed her wrist tightly, and he stood up and said in her ear: "Don't worry, look at that little girl."
Zhang Ling saw the little girl jumping down from the chair at this time, walking unsteadily but full of infinite love and walking to Bao Jie's side. Her little baby-fat hands held one of Bao Jie's arms, making a little milky sound.
The milky voice was enough to shock the entire audience.
"Auntie, are you okay? Can you stand up again? Don't be angry. Dad said that my mother has reached menopause and has a bad temper. I apologize to you on my mother's behalf. You seem to be feeling very uncomfortable. Do you want me to help you?
Call a doctor?"
Listening to the little girl's words, Zhang Ling felt extremely happy. It seemed that it was true as Muzi said, people who are destined to be extraordinary never need outsiders to worry.
However, what also puzzled Zhang Ling was that some of the onlookers actually laughed strangely when they heard the little girl's words.
If this laughter is laughing at herself, then Zhang Ling feels that these onlookers can still be saved; if this laughter is laughing at the woman, then Zhang Ling feels that these onlookers are seriously ill; if this laughter is laughing at a child
Girl, Zhang Ling can only think that these people have died together with their souls.
At this time, the woman noticed that her daughter had run to the cleaner. She ran over nervously, hugged the girl in her arms, looked at the cleaner with vigilance and asked:
"You stinky housekeeper, are you planning to kidnap my lovely daughter?"
