My imagination has come true

Su Hang has always been aloof, and the younger disciples were very scared when they saw him.

Chen Yi secretly 'cursed' him all day long for being unreasonable, just a piece of wood, with no awe or respect for senior brothers and sisters, and proud of his talents.

But recently, after a lot of contact, Mu Qingyun found that Su Hang's temperament is straightforward, and he never thinks too much. It can be said that he does not respect his fellow students, that is absolutely not the case.

Su Hang was very serious in his work, and promised to take care of Mu Qingyun in the door, so he fulfilled his duties and set aside one eye to pay attention to her every day.

Yesterday, Mu Qingyun thought the cloak was too bulky and refused to wear it. Today Suhang sent him a light and warm cashmere short coat.

I heard from Chen Yi that for this cashmere coat, Su Hang went to the market and negotiated with the clothes seller's grandma for more than two hours.

He has never been able to save money, and when he has money, he hoards weapons and medicinal materials, and even spends money to hire a training partner alone.

Su Hang's sword is notoriously fierce, and his style of play is fiercer and fiercer. The attrition rate of the sparring partner is too high. Very generous.

That is, every day I eat enough food, and every month I have to borrow the next month's subsidy. Month after month, the money is never enough.

Chen Yi also thought of that coat, and couldn't help laughing: "I'm afraid I'll eat steamed buns with pickles in the next half a month."

Mu Qingyun smiled.

That's not the case, meals in the martial arts hall are still free.

It's just that it's more difficult to add meals.

"Next time he grabs the little fox's snacks, I won't talk about him."

The two laughed together.

The two sisters were chatting, and the guard outside hurriedly delivered a letter to Mu Qingyun.

The letter was actually written by Yu's mother.

Mu Qingyun was quite surprised. Yue Ling and Yu's mother paid special attention to her martial arts training in Yuncheng Martial Arts Hall, and they would never bother her or tell anyone about it.

The two of them seemed to be in a state of trepidation all the time, as if they had received a huge pie, and held it in their hands and hid it around, for fear that if they were not careful, the pie would be stolen by others.

There were a few times when Mu Qingyun became obsessed with practicing kung fu, and when it was time to return to Zhang's house, Yue Ling was still awake and waited for her with the light on. Even so, she never asked anyone to send a message.

As soon as he thought of this, he quickly opened the letter and read it at a glance. Mu Qingyun suddenly got up.

Chen Yi came over to take a look, and was furious: "What kind of dog is Zhang Qing, who even beats his aunt? You want to die!"

At noon today, Zhang Qing injured Yue Ling, even on the face.

Yue Ling immediately fainted from anger, Yu's mother was really worried, and she sent a letter to Mu Qingyun as soon as she was anxious.

Mu Qingyun looked serious: "Senior sister, help me contact the real estate brokerage, I will buy the house I am looking for now."

As she said that, she got up and went out. As soon as she stood up, Su Hang was one step faster than her, and the man who had just sharpened the sword was already at the door.

Chen Yi grabbed him and said, "Let Qingqing handle today's matter, please don't make trouble."

No one can figure out the brain circuit of this guy Su Hang, if he is asked to take action, if Zhang Qing is simply chopped off with a single knife, the matter will not be resolved.

As the sun sets, there are more and more pedestrians on the street.

Mu Qingyun walks this route almost every day, and the scenery he encounters on the road from the martial arts hall to Zhang's house is almost the same every day.

At the tea stand of the white-haired mother-in-law, the young man in the main corner played around, and was fed two pieces of pastries by the mother-in-law from time to time.

After that, there is the Baixi Theater, which is full of people at any time. The Baixi Theater is adjacent to the Changhe Theater. These two places are also quite famous entertainment venues in Yuncheng.

In addition to the bustle and bustling, there are also dark alleys full of filth. Every time he came to such a place, Uncle Li, the driver, would speed up a bit, but in fact, Mu Qingyun wanted to slow down a little.

Occasionally seeing people haunting dark alleys and hiding in hiding, it feels like watching a documentary about unofficial history.

All the way to Zhang's house, I saw my mother's face was flustered and haggard, and she couldn't help frowning: "How is my mother?"

Yu's mother was startled, tears rolled down: "What else can I do? Madam is a strong person, but the master is actually in front of the juniors, and that Aunt Guo beat her, even in the face."

"What the hell happened."

Mu Qingyun frowned.

Mother Yu gritted her teeth: "This fellow Zhang Qing heard some gossip outside, saying that his daughter and niece were indiscreet because they were raised by actors, and the upper beam was not straight and the lower beam was crooked, so he came to quarrel with his wife, and the quarrel The superiors even made a move!"

As she said that, tears rolled down her face, and Yu's mother was very annoyed, she hated iron for being weak, and said bitterly: "Ma'am, too, it's nothing for her to hide herself and get angry and sick, she should beat her back."

That old man Zhang Qing, no matter how sick his wife is, he will be beaten five times!

Their wife had a fiery temper in the early years. In Jiangnan, those who dared to provoke her would beat her without saying a word.

Now it's good!

Her little lady is so tired from practicing martial arts every day, and she still has to work to make money, and the wife is so annoying to others, not only can't take care of the little lady, but also makes people worry all day long.

Mu Qingyun's mind was tense, Yue Ling's health was always bad, Doctor Liu adjusted the prescription almost every time, but he still couldn't get rid of the root cause of the disease.

Being so angry this time, I am afraid that the sick body will be fragmented and something serious will happen.

Pushing the door open and entering the room, Mu Qingyun was stunned, and Yu's mother was also stunned.

Yue Ling didn't look like she was suffering from anger.

Not only did she change into new clothes, she combed her hair, and put on makeup. Although the bruises could be seen on her face, they were covered with flowers, which were mostly covered.

On the head is the golden hairpin given by Mu Qingyun.

For a moment, Mu Qingyun thought he saw the original mother in the memory of the original owner, and his heart skipped a beat.

Yue Ling looked at her and said with a smile: "Qingqing, come quickly, Mother cut you a new dress, imitating the latest style of our Yuncheng, to see if it fits."

The skirt is quite beautiful, it is the style that Mu Qingyun has seen in old photos in later generations.

Compared with the dresses of later generations, they are less self-cultivating and slim, and more elegant and quiet.

Mu Qingyun's cheeks were flushed, and he quickly pinched his nails, and then suppressed the extremely strange emotions in his mind that obviously shouldn't belong to him.

Yue Ling smiled and said: "Don't run back and forth to the martial arts gym in your hometown. My mother is fine now and doesn't need to take medicine. You can save up the monthly money and buy a house next to your martial arts gym to settle down."

Yu's mother was overjoyed all of a sudden, as if she had forgotten about those messy things, she nodded after hearing this: "That's very true, I see how hard it is for the little miss to go around like this every day."

They talked for a while, and Yue Ling showed her a dozen pairs of shoes made for Mu Qingyun.

Mu Qingyun practiced martial arts, and the shoes cost a lot, and the ones bought outside were not as comfortable as the ones made by Yue Ling.

While talking lively, I heard a young and unfamiliar voice outside: "Ma'am, are you there? The master asked me to get the key to the warehouse. From now on, I will leave all the family affairs to Aunt Guo."

Yue Ling's fingers trembled slightly, and she tried to smile, but she lowered her head and spit out a mouthful of blood on the shoe in her hand, like plum blossoms.