Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 1015

Yang Ruoqing pulled out a smile: "The speaker has no intention, the listener has the heart, you can understand whatever you like."

After saying this, she turned around and picked up the wooden bucket at her feet, and was about to throw it into the well to fetch water.

A slender, bony, white, and extremely good-looking finger pressed on the handle of the barrel.

"What?"

She looked up, squinting at him.

He looked at her, blinking his clear and bright eyes with a smile.

"Do you want to do laundry? I'll fetch water for you," he said.

The last time I came to say goodbye to her, it was also by this well.

He vividly remembered the scene of that day.

In the past six months, he has figured out a lot of things and realized a lot of truths.

Loving someone is not about the gorgeous words on your lips.

Instead, use your own behavior to interpret.

Hearing Mu Zichuan's words, Yang Ruoqing was even more surprised.

"Now you are the Master Juren in everyone's eyes. You don't have to work hard on you, Master Juren, for the rough work of fetching water!"

As she spoke, with a little effort from her hands, the wooden barrel came into her hands.

She stood aside with the wooden barrel and opened the distance between her and him.

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's words, he saw her obviously distant action.

Mu Zichuan frowned faintly.

Along the way, the high confidence was immediately discounted.

"Qing'er, do you have to treat me like this, talk to me like this?" He asked.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and remained silent.

Mu Zichuan continued, "What kind of master Juren, what kind of celebrity, heh..."

"Qing'er, I just hope that no matter how far I go or how high I fly, I will always be your elder brother Zichuan."

Brother Zichuan?

Yang Ruoqing subconsciously shivered, goosebumps were about to stand on end.

"Mu Zichuan, just tell me, what's the matter with you today?" She got back to business.

Looking at the sheets and quilts soaked in the big basin at the feet, the meaning is obvious.

Mu Zichuan understood.

He sighed lightly: "Can't I come to you to catch up with you if it's okay?"

Yang Ruoqing shrugged slightly: "Mu Zichuan, there seems to be nothing old between us!"

"Qing'er, are you driving me away?" He asked.

"Is this really going to happen between us? Can't you be more patient with me?" He asked again.

Yang Ruoqing rolled her eyes.

The most annoying thing is to follow the scholar's babbling and lingering.

She shook her head, didn't bother to talk to him, turned around and threw the barrel in her hand into the well.

Then holding the well rope with both hands, he began to lift water up.

Mu Zichuan rolled up his sleeves: "I'll..."

"You'd better go!" Yang Ruoqing said impatiently.

"Mu Zichuan, you don't have to be courteous to me. I've said what I should say no less than ten thousand times," she said.

"We are not the same way, you don't talk to me in private anymore, we have nothing to say between us, let the villagers see it and gossip!"

"Ah……"

Mu Zichuan laughed with a hint of sarcasm.

"Qing'er, what you said is really ridiculous." He said.

"Yang Ruoqing, when have you been afraid of people's words and gossip?"

"You avoid me like this, drive me away, after all, you don't want Luo Fengtang to be jealous?"

"boom!"

Yang Ruoqing put the bucket heavily on the ground, and the water in the bucket splashed out.

Mu Zichuan quickly took a step back, fearing that his shoes, socks and robe would be splashed wet.

"You're right, I really don't want Tang Yazi to misunderstand. So, please don't come to me again, understand?"

Yang Ruoqing put her hands on her waist and asked.

The smile on Mu Zichuan's face completely disappeared.

His eyes turned cold, and he watched her quietly.

"Luo Fengtang always speaks and shuts. What's so good about him? How can I, Mu Zichuan, be inferior to him?"

he asked in a deep voice.

"Now I have won the Juren, and I have even won the favor of the nobles in the capital. As long as I continue to work hard, I will make mistakes if I am not good enough, and it is inevitable that I will be on the rise in the future."

"Qing'er, why are you so stubborn?"

"You follow Luo Fengtang, what can he give you?"

"Wealth? Status?"

"No, all he gave you was fear!"

He asked word for word.

It seems that she wants to wake up her lost lamb.

Hearing Mu Zichuan's words, Yang Ruoqing laughed angrily.

"Mu Zichuan, are you showing off to me?" she asked.

"Don't say that you just won the appreciation of a big man in the capital, even if you become the emperor."

"Even if you are the best and most perfect man in the world."

"I don't like you, I just don't like you!"

"Even if Luo Fengtang has been mediocre and downcast all his life."

"If I like him, I will never dislike him, and I will regard him as my life."

"Besides, I'm just making an analogy. The real Luo Fengtang, you'll never understand how good he is!"

"I'm done talking, let's go!"

She picked up the water and poured it into the big tub.

Then with his back to Mu Zichuan, he squatted there and buried himself in the laundry, without looking at him again.

Mu Zichuan stood blankly behind her, watching her scrub the clothes, his eyes and mind were empty.

Wherever gold is sincere, gold and stone are opened.

Her heart was harder than a rock, but he couldn't pry it open no matter what!
"Oh, isn't this Zi Chuan? Why are you here?"

Yang Huazhong's voice suddenly sounded.

Mu Zichuan looked over there, and saw Yang Huazhong and Sun's couple standing there at the door of the side courtyard.

Mu Zichuan was a little embarrassed, but still turned around and nodded slightly towards the couple.

"Yesterday, Third Uncle Yang sent Uncle Chang Geng to send congratulatory money, but he didn't go to have a banquet."

"My nephew was entrusted by my mother to come and visit me."

Mu Zichuan suppressed the disappointment in his heart and squeezed out a smile.

Yang Huazhong smiled heartily: "Oh, your mother is too polite. Come, come, let's drink tea in the front yard."

Yang Huazhong warmly invited Mu Zichuan to the front yard.

Before Mu Zichuan left, he still couldn't help turning his head to look at Yang Ruoqing.

What was left to him was still the girl's indifferent back.

There was silence in Mu Zichuan's eyes, and he followed Yang Huazhong to the front yard in a daze.

Here, Sun looked at Mu Zichuan's leaving figure, and the woman quickly walked to the big wooden basin.

"Qing'er, what's the matter with you?" Sun asked.

Yang Ruoqing's scrubbing movements did not slow down at all, and she said without raising her head, "It's nothing wrong."

"You don't want to be Mengniang, your father and I have heard it!" Sun said.

"Ask after hearing that?" Yang Ruoqing finally raised her eyes to look at Mrs. Sun.

Sun's face was full of worry.

"Zi Chuan, why did he say those things to you? He shouldn't give up on you, right?" Sun asked.

Yang Ruoqing twitched the corner of her mouth: "It's not that he doesn't give up, it's that he is unwilling."

"What do you mean?" Sun asked.

"Could it be that you were wrong in the past? Zi Chuan seems to be a long-term lover..." Sun muttered.

Yang Ruoqing stopped what she was doing and looked at Sun: "Mom, you are wrong."

"It's not that he really cares about your daughter and me, it's because he can't get over the hurdle in his heart that he often comes to pester her." Yang Ruoqing said.

(End of this chapter)