Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 62 His Apology

She is no longer as rock-hearted as she used to be, and she can be indifferent to everything!

He clearly resents mu Zichuan in his heart, but he still can't watch him drown!

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

"sorry……"

The last words he shouted were these three words!

When a man is about to die, his words are also good.In the end, instead of cursing her, he apologized to her for what happened before.

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

"Fatty, no matter why you want to save me, mu Zichuan will repay you." Mu Zichuan struggled to sit up, looked at Yang Ruoqing seriously, and then said, "what happened in the past, let's The two can be considered even. In the future, as long as I don’t let me marry you, I will do my best to repay you. In the future, when I pass the exam, I will definitely make you rich and rich…”

Yang Ruoqing's opinion of mu Zichuan in her heart has changed slightly.

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

She looked at Mu Zichuan with contempt, and shook her head: "the surnamed Mu, you think too much, and those things you rare can't get into the eyes of auntie, you don't use it to disgust me!"

"Also, when my aunt saved you, she didn't want your body to rot and stink and dirty the water in this pond. You shouldn't be self-righteous and self-righteous there!"

"But..." He looked stunned.

"It's nothing, but there's nothing to talk about between us. You don't need to talk about tonight's matter. If you dare to say that I dragged you ashore, believe it or not, I'll kick you into the water next time!"

In order to deepen mu Zichuan's understanding of her warning words, she also grinned 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 five senses were twisted together in pain. He raised his head and chased the bucket-like figure on the pond with more bewilderment. He didn't turn his head until she disappeared into the village.

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

The sky was high and cloudless, the stars were shining, and a bright moon hung over the treetops.

In the young man's mind, Yang Ruoqing waving his fist flashed uncontrollably.

Fat girl, what kind of girl is she?

Mu Zichuan was puzzled!

But the more you can't guess or see through, the more you can't help but think about it, and your brain turns uncontrollably for that girl.

"Zichuan!"

There was a familiar and anxious call from the village entrance.

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

She must have been out for so long and she hasn't been home yet. Mother is worried. Thinking of this, Mu Zichuan got up from the ground and waved at the figure who had run to the pond: "Mother, I'm here!"

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

"My son, what's wrong? What's wrong with this? How did you do it?"

Widow Zhao jumped up, clutching Mu Zichuan's arm tightly with both hands, looking up and down with her eyes, trembling all over.

"Mother, I'm fine. I slipped into the water accidentally. I lost the bucket. " mu Zichuan lowered his head and whispered.

"What? Falling into the water?"

Widow Zhao glanced at the water over there, and she really saw the newly bought wooden bucket floating up and down in the water.

"Let's go, let's go home quickly, don't want that bucket!"

Widow Zhao looked flustered, grabbed mu Zichuan's hand and turned around, for fear that if she walked half a step slower, the monster in the water would drag her son down again.

Mu Zichuan didn't gnaw, and was dragged all the way home by his mother, closing the courtyard door and the main door. Widow Zhao recovered her anger, turned around and hugged Mu Zichuan's wet body, "Ow... …" a roar roared!

"My son, my flesh! Your father ruthlessly forced us to leave, and mother is counting on you for everything. If you have more troubles, how can you let your mother live..."

"Mother, don't cry, son, isn't it okay..."

Mu Zichuan comforted his mother in a low voice, feeling ashamed.

The boys in Changping Village can swim when they are young. In the hot summer, the pond behind the village is where they play.

Since he was a child, he liked to watch from a distance, and his heart was just around the corner.

However, he did not dare to try.

He always kept in mind the advice of his mother and uncle. He was the only bloodline of the old Zhao family. He was different from other children. Their future was like their ancestors, who faced the loess and turned their backs to the sky.

And he, he is the star of Wenqu!

The goddess at Granny Ga's house has done a divination, and he will definitely be the champion in the future!

Therefore, his task is to study hard and follow the Master in learning!

After he became sensible, he even deliberately alienated the children in the village. He felt that he was not the same as them at all.

He is now Longyou Shoal, and one day, when the wind and clouds meet, he will soar for nine days!

But tonight, his self-esteem took a hit.

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

At that moment, he suddenly felt so small.

What ambitions, aspirations, aspirations, guiding the country to inspire words...

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

Fatty is right to laugh at him, he is indeed a useless scholar!

Oh, no, the definition of a scholar is to pass the exam as a scholar and obtain the qualifications of a student, and he is just a mere boy student!

"Mother, I want to learn to paddle!"

After a painful remorse, he raised his head, as if to express his heart with great courage.

"What?"

Widow Zhao was crying with her son in her arms. When she heard this, her voice went out of tune.

"You kid, what are you talking about?"

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

"Mother, I don't have a fever, and I don't talk nonsense." Mu Zichuan took his mother's hand down and said with a serious face, "Mother, I thought about it, I will do my studies well, but I'm bored in the house all day long. I don’t go anywhere, I don’t do any work, I feel like I’m losing my energy, my strength is weak, my body and bones are not good, and I don’t feel like a man.”

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

However, Widow Zhao could not understand the voice of her son.

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

mu Zichuan nodded.

"You unfilial son of a bitch, out of ten drowned, nine knew how to paddle! Are you stunned or a water ghost? Learn to paddle? Don't even think about it!"

Widow Zhao cried and scolded, dragged mu Zichuan into the inner wing, and threw him a set of clean clothes: "change the clothes, give me a good look at the wall, don't even think about the idea of ​​paddling! "

(End of this chapter)