I traveled through time and space and found a mute boy: That’s enough, I feel sorry for him

Mu Jinghua thought he was going to do something and was so scared that she froze in place, but did not make any move to resist.

His father had taught him that if resistance was futile, then accepting one's fate might also be a means of survival.

Even if you are covered in bruises.

But the imagined pain did not come, instead a pair of big hands gently touched the top of his head.

Mu Jinghua's eyes widened, and he unconsciously remembered that when his father was alive, he would occasionally hold him in his arms and gently stroke his hair. He liked being coaxed by his father like that, but the person in front of him was not the father who gave birth to him and raised him...

Seeing the boy standing there in a daze, Xu Shu couldn't help but laugh and tapped the boy's forehead lightly with his finger: "What are you thinking about?"

Mu Jinghua was awakened by this, and his face turned red. It was not because of anything else, but because Xu Shu touched his pregnancy mole.

Mu Jinghua had already accepted the assumption that Xu Shu might want to live with him, and he didn't find Xu Shu that offensive.

Moreover, during the past few days together, although Xu Shu did not explicitly say that he wanted to do that kind of thing with him, he did not shy away from contacting him. He helped him wipe his hair, fed him cakes, and just now hugged his waist... and now touched him...

Ah, but that is a pregnancy mole. The more Mu Jinghua thought about it, the redder her face became. She picked up the dishes and chopsticks on the table and staggered to the kitchen.

Xu Shu looked at him in amusement as he panicked and wanted to continue teasing him, but he heard someone calling him in the distance.

"Excuse me, is this Xu Shu's house?"

Xu Shu looked towards the door and recognized the charcoal seller. He waved and strode towards him: "Here."

When he walked to the door, he realized that there were quite a few people gathered there watching the fun.

The waiter looked at Xu Shu a little embarrassedly, and then asked, "Where are you taking these charcoal?"

Xu Shu didn't understand why the villagers all gathered at his doorstep, but he didn't pay much attention to it. He just pointed the place to the coal delivery guy and went home to help transport the goods.

One hundred kilograms of charcoal sounds like a lot, but in fact it only filled three baskets. Xu Shu thought that there were many sparks in the kitchen and it was unsafe, so he moved all the charcoal into the main house.

Mu Jinghua, who was washing dishes in the kitchen, heard the noise and came out. He saw a cart full of charcoal fire and stood there in a daze for a long time.

Xu Shu saw the young man staring in surprise, looking at the cart of charcoal without blinking, and suddenly he understood why there were so many people watching the fun at his door - he really bought too much.

Xu Shu sighed secretly, but had to accept it. Fortunately, charcoal could be stored for a long time.

He looked at the stunned boy, rubbed his head very smoothly, and asked, "Can you pour us a glass of water?"

Mu Jinghua found that he was being touched on the head again, and he instantly recovered from the shock of seeing countless charcoal fires. After hearing Xu Shu's words, he calmed down, nodded, and went back to the kitchen.

Xu Shu had told them early in the morning that the water must be boiled before drinking, so Mu Jinghua got up in the morning and boiled a large pot of water, which was just right for drinking after it cooled down.

When he poured the water out, Xu Shu just happened to come out of the main house with the charcoal delivery guy. Seeing him, Xu Shu smiled faintly, took the water from his hand, turned around and handed it to the guy: "Thank you for your hard work."

The guy in charge of pulling the charcoal was not a talkative person. He just took it silently, drank it all, said thank you, and turned to leave.

Xu Shu looked outside and saw that the villagers were still watching the fun with great interest, which gave him a headache for a moment.

At this time, Mu Jinghua realized that there were still many people guarding outside the door.

The fences in the village have always been low, and Xu Shu's shabby thatched house is even lower, so one can see clearly what's going on inside at a glance.

Mu Jinghua's face turned red instantly when he thought about how Xu Shu had touched his head in front of everyone. He didn't even bother to look at Xu Shu and just ran towards the main house in panic.

Xu Shu was seeing the charcoal deliveryman off, so he didn't care about the boy. However, the villagers were sharp-eyed, and when they saw the charcoal deliveryman leave, someone immediately came forward to ask, "Brother Xu, who is that boy?"

Xu Shu originally thought that the news of him saving the boy had already spread in the village. After all, there were many villagers around at the time, and Xu Shu could even call out the names of many of them.

But Xu Shu didn't think much about it. He said calmly, unwilling to explain: "My brother."

The man who asked the question was obviously not satisfied with this answer and wanted to continue asking, but was interrupted by the lady next to him: "Little brother Li, why are you asking about other people's family affairs? Do you expect Brother Xu to like you?"

As soon as the words came out, everyone burst into laughter, and the boy who was named blushed and ran away.

Only Xu Shu was confused. He subconsciously observed the boy who had just been teased. After confirming that he had not misread the gender, his confusion became even greater.

Could it be that this era is not only crazy about marriage, but also quite open to homosexuality?

When Xu Shu was confused, the lady who had just teased the young man looked at Xu Shu again and asked a lot of questions about selling charcoal.

Xu Shu answered some questions half-truthfully and finally got away. But as soon as he opened the door of the main house, Mu Jinghua looked at him eagerly again.

Xu Shu paused, his tone somewhat nervous: "What's wrong?"

Mu Jinghua was a little confused by his reaction and shook his head subconsciously.

Xu Shu also realized that his reaction was too strong. He coughed lightly and changed the subject: "I'll take you to see a doctor tomorrow."

When Mu Jinghua heard this, he quickly shook his head. He didn't know how much money Xu Shu had, but he was already very satisfied now, not to mention that he only had some flesh wounds on his body, which would heal in ten days or half a month.

Why bother the doctor?

Seeing Mu Jinghua shaking his head, Xu Shu frowned and said in a serious tone: "Take off your clothes."

Mu Jinghua’s body stiffened.

Take off your clothes... Why take off your clothes...

Xu Shu wanted to...

Even though he was mentally prepared, a trace of fear still flashed in Mu Jinghua's eyes. He didn't dare to refuse Xu Shu and slowly unbuttoned his clothes.

He had seen buttons before, but had never worn clothes like this before, and the clothes Xu Shu gave him were all buttons, so he unbuttoned them slowly.

But as soon as his shoulders were exposed, Xu Shu knew that he had been negligent.

He was an idiot who didn't know the difference between grains and vegetables. He didn't even know how to take care of others. What's more, the child was a mute. After knowing him for a few days, he didn't even know that the boy was injured.

Xu Shu sighed deeply, his tone becoming more serious: "Wait for me here."

He turned and went to the kitchen, took out Yunnan Baiyao from his backpack, squeezed it into a plate, and then went into the main house.

But as soon as he pushed the door open, Xu Shu was startled and quickly stopped him, saying, "No, you don't have to take off your pants."

Mu Jinghua froze again, and then he shuddered. He turned back to look at Xu Shu weakly, his eyes red.

However, Xu Shu thought he was just in pain, so he walked forward with a frown, casually smeared a handful of Yunnan Baiyao, and began to apply the medicine to the boy.

The cold touch made Mu Jinghua shudder, but he quickly realized that Xu Shu was helping him apply medicine. His movements were very gentle, and he wiped something with his palm, and when it touched the bruise, it was cold and actually a little comfortable.

Mu Jinghua narrowed his eyes unconsciously, and then realized belatedly, when did he notice the injuries on his body?

Mu Jinghua lowered his eyes and thought again, if Xu Shu didn't do that kind of thing with him, why would he be so nice to him?

After thinking about it, he still couldn't figure it out. It turned out that Xu Shu didn't know where he was injured, and the pain brought him back to his senses.