She is no longer as rock-hard as before and can be indifferent to everything.

Although she clearly resented Muzichuan in her heart, she still couldn't just watch him drown.

Or maybe it was the last three words he shouted with all his strength that made her change her mind.

"sorry"

The last thing he shouted were these three words

Even when a person is about to die, he speaks kindly. In the end, he didn't curse her, but apologized to her for what happened before.

This young man may not be as cold and selfish as he seems on the surface.

"Fat Ya, no matter why you saved me, I, Mu Zichuan, will repay you." Mu Zichuan struggled to sit up, looked at Yang Ruoqing seriously, and then said, "What happened in the past, we two

It’s a tie. From now on, as long as you don’t let me marry you, I will do my best to repay you. In the future, if I win the first prize in the exam, I will definitely grant you prosperity and wealth.”

Yang Ruoqing's original view of Mu Zichuan changed slightly.

However, when these words reached her ears, she immediately came back to her senses.

She looked at Mu Zichuan with disdain and shook her head, "Mu, you think too much. Those things you are so rare can never get into my aunt's eyes. Stop using them to disgust me."

"Also, my aunt saved you because she didn't want your body to rot and stink and pollute the water in this pond. You should stop being so sentimental and self-righteous."

"But" he looked stunned.

"It's nothing but, there is nothing to talk about between us. Don't mention what happened tonight again. If you dare to say that I dragged you ashore, believe it or not, I will kick you into the water next time."

In order to deepen Muzichuan's understanding of her warning words, she bared her teeth and waved her fist at him.

Then he stood up, and before leaving, he didn't forget to kick Mu Zichuan hard on the leg.

"Ouch"

Mu Zichuan's facial features were twisted together in pain. He raised his head and chased the bucket-like figure on the pond with even more confusion. He didn't turn his head until she disappeared into the village.

Ignoring the mess on the ground, I lay back again, opening my eyes and looking at the night sky above my head.

The sky is high, the clouds are clear, there are stars, and a bright moon hangs in the treetops.

In the young man's mind, the image of Yang Ruoqing waving her fist flashed uncontrollably.

Fat Ya, what kind of girl is she?

Mu Zichuan was puzzled.

But the harder it is to guess and see through, the more uncontrollable it is to think about it, and the mind spins uncontrollably for that girl.

"Zichuan"

From the entrance of the village, a familiar and anxious call came.

Mu Zichuan shuddered, and he recognized that it was his mother's voice.

It must have been that he hadn't gone home for so long, and his mother was worried. Thinking of this, Mu Zichuan climbed up from the ground, waved to the figure who had already rushed to the pond and said, "Mom, I'm here."

Widow Zhao ran to Mu Zichuan in one breath. Seeing her son's appearance, she was so frightened that she cried on the spot.

"My son, what's going on? How did you end up like this?"

Widow Zhao rushed forward, grabbing Mu Zichuan's arm tightly with both hands, looking up and down with her eyes, and her whole body was shaking.

"Mom, there's nothing wrong with me. I accidentally slipped into the water and lost the bucket." Mu Zichuan lowered his head and whispered.

"What did it fall into the water?"

Widow Zhao glanced into the water over there and saw her newly bought wooden barrel bobbing up and down in the water.

"Let's go home quickly. We don't want that bucket anymore."

Widow Zhao looked panicked, grabbed Mu Zichuan's hand and turned around, fearing that if she walked even half a step slower, the monster in the water would drag her son down again.

Mu Zichuan made no sound, and was dragged all the way back home by his mother, closing the courtyard door and the main door. Only then did Widow Zhao regain her breath, turned around and hugged Mu Zichuan's wet body, "Ouch"

Howled out in one voice

"My son, your father cruelly gave up my flesh to me and left. Mom is counting on you for everything. If you have another misfortune, how can your mother survive?"

"Mom, don't cry, my son is doing well, isn't he?"

Muzichuan comforted his mother in a low voice, feeling ashamed.

The boys in Changping Village have been able to swim since they were young. During the hot summer, the pond behind the village is where they play.

He has liked to watch from a distance since he was a child, and his heart is ready to move.

However, he did not dare to try.

He always kept in mind the advice of his mother and uncle. He is the only bloodline of the old Zhao family. He is different from other children. Their future will be like their ancestors for generations, digging in the soil with their faces facing the loess and their backs to the sky.

And he, he is the Wenquxing who descended to earth

The goddess at Ga Po's house has done a divination, and he will definitely win the first prize in the future.

Therefore, his task is to study hard and follow the master's footsteps

After he became wise, he even deliberately alienated the children in the village. He felt that he and they were not the same people at all.

He is now a dragon traveling in the shallows. One day, when the wind and clouds meet, he will soar for nine days.

But tonight, his self-esteem was frustrated.

If it weren't for Fatty, he would have drowned in the pond at the entrance of the village.

At that moment, he suddenly felt so small.

What ambitions, ambitions, ambitions, guiding the country and inspiring words

He's just a country boy who can't even paddle, a landlubber.

Fat Ya was right to laugh at him, he was indeed a useless scholar

Oh, no, the definition of a scholar is to pass the examination as a scholar and obtain the qualification of a student member, but I am just a mere child.

"Mom, I want to learn to paddle"

After learning from the painful experience, he raised his head, as if he had taken great courage to express his feelings.

"What"

Widow Zhao was holding her son and crying incessantly. When she suddenly heard these words, she was so frightened that her voice went out of tune.

"You kid, what nonsense are you talking about?"

She raised her hand and touched Mu Zichuan's forehead.

"Mom, I don't have a fever, and I'm not talking nonsense." Muzichuan pulled down his mother's hand and said seriously, "Mom, I've thought about it, and I will study hard, but I am bored in the house all day long.

I don’t go anywhere, I don’t do any work, I feel like I’m losing energy, my strength is getting weaker, my body and bones are not getting better, and I’m not looking like a man.”

He wants to be the kind of person who is both civil and military

However, Widow Zhao could not understand her son's thoughts.

"Son, do you really want to learn to paddle?" she asked again with a trembling voice.

Mu Zichuan nodded.

"You unfilial and rebellious son, out of ten who drown, nine can paddle. Are you crazy or a water ghost? Don't even think about learning to paddle."
Chapter completed!