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

Mu Jinghua pulled Aunt Shen and gestured for a long time with a red face before finally making Aunt Shen understand what he meant and took him to the river to wash clothes together.

He didn't know where the river was and originally wanted to ask Xu Shu, but later Xu Shu didn't even let him cook, so how could he let him know the location of the river so he could go there to wash clothes?

Although Xu Shu was not at home, he could use the water in the water tank to wash himself clean, but Xu Shu loved cleanliness and washed himself every night and would ask him to join him. No matter how frugal the two of them were, one water tank was not enough for a day.

If Mu Jinghua woke up early in the morning, he would see Xu Shu fetching water from the river. In the evening, when Xu Shu came back, he would also run to fetch water.

There is only a small wooden barrel at home, and Xu Shu has to run four or five times to fill it with water. It is now late autumn and the weather is cold in the morning, but every time Xu Shu finishes fetching water, a layer of fine sweat will appear on his forehead, which shows how tiring it is.

Mu Jinghua thought that if he knew the location of the river, he could go to the river to wash clothes and wouldn't have to bother Xu Shu to fetch so much water every day.

And knowing the location of the river, he could also help fetch water, so that when Xu Shu got off work and came back from the town, it would be much more convenient for him to take a shower directly.

Mu Jinghua first went home to get the clothes to be washed in the next two days, the wooden basin, and the white powder that Xu Shu said was used for washing clothes, and then followed Aunt Shen slowly to the river.

Mu Jinghua had actually been to Shiqiao Village as well. When Jiang Xiao came to find Xu Shu, he followed him. Along the way, he saw many people greeting Xu Shu.

But at that time he was shy, and his heart and eyes were full of Xu Shu. He watched Xu Shu's politeness to others, listened to Xu Shu's every word, and wrote down Xu Shu's every expression. However, he did not pay much attention to the layout of the village and did not even remember all the roads.

But this time Mu Jinghua carefully memorized the route, but he was not very close.

Mu Jinghua felt a little uncomfortable when he thought about Xu Shu running so far to fetch water every time. If it weren't for him, Xu Shu would definitely not have to work so hard, but Xu Shu never blamed him for being nosy or troublesome. He would listen to him carefully and teach him calligraphy and sign language...

"Brother Mu." Aunt Shen had already found a seat and called Mu Jinghua to come over and take a bath together.

Mu Jinghua came to his senses and squatted down on the river bank with the basin in his hand.

The river in Shiqiao Village is very spacious and the water is clear. Occasionally, you can see one or two fish swimming by leisurely.

They arrived quite early. There was almost no one by the river. Some of them came just to fetch water. They walked hurriedly and just greeted Aunt Shen from a distance.

No one noticed him, which made Mu Jinghua feel relieved.

This morning at the village chief's house, Shen Zhuo came to ask him about Xu Shu, but Shen Zhuo couldn't speak, and couldn't understand what was being gestured. He took a long time to finish a sentence, which made Mu Jinghua feel embarrassed and felt that he was delaying the scholar's studies.

This has never happened before.

He has always been the one that no one cares about. When his father was around, he was the only one who would talk to him. After his father passed away, no one in the family spoke to him for ten days or half a month.

People in the village used to greet him, but later Ye Shijing targeted him and said something unknown, and everyone looked at him with a bit of contempt.

Mu Jinghua didn't ask. He felt that it was good to die quietly. He hoped that when he died, he could die quietly like this, without having to bother the old yellow dog at the entrance of the village to bark at him.

But after meeting Xu Shu, many people would talk to him.

Xu Shuhui squatted down first, then asked him with a smile, asking him if he slept well last night, and what color headband he liked...

Although Wu Yong was dressed luxuriously, he did not act like a lord at all. He not only asked him to call him brother, but also gave him snacks.

Aunt Shen was the best to him. She not only praised his good handwriting, but also praised his handsome looks and said he was cute when he smiled.

Even before every meal, the village chief would call him "Mu Ge'er" with a smile and tell him to eat more and not to be restrained.

Mu Jinghua also wanted to talk to them. This was an idea he had never had before. Unfortunately, he was a mute, so even if he wanted to speak, he had no way to do it.

Mu Jinghua felt a little disappointed, but he quickly started to wash the clothes in his hand carefully. These were cotton clothes that Xu Shuxin had changed out of. The fabric was soft, so he had to wash them carefully.

After Mu Jinghua washed one piece of clothes, other people came to the river to wash clothes one after another.

Aunt Shen was popular in the village, and many women came to her side, making the place lively. Everyone noticed his unfamiliar face and asked in surprise, "Is this the boy Xu Shu brought back?"

Mu Jinghua looked up at the aunt who was speaking. The person was about the same age as Aunt Shen, and was neatly dressed. When she saw him looking at her, she smiled at him slightly, very kindly.

Mu Jinghua smiled back somewhat embarrassedly, and his aunt did not say anything to him, but instead praised him, "You are so pretty, no wonder Xu Shu likes you."

This was the second person besides Aunt Shen who praised him, and Mu Jinghua's face turned a little red.

He didn't know what he looked like, and he never looked at his face when he washed clothes by the river. He only knew that his hands were ugly, because they were covered with calluses from working, red and purple, and in winter they would get frostbite and swell like ugly radishes in the fields.

But Xu Shu's hands were beautiful, as slender as bamboo joints, yet very strong. Thinking of the feeling of Xu Shu touching his head with those hands, Mu Jinghua's mind wandered again.

It was not until someone squatted down next to him that he came back to his senses in a daze.

The man was very close to him, as if coming specifically for him, but he had no intention of speaking. Mu Jinghua paused, but couldn't help but look over in confusion, and saw a man with a familiar face.

The boy looked at him and snorted, his voice was neither salty nor bland, and no emotion could be heard: "My name is Li Zile."

Mu Jinghua felt like he should say something, but he was dumb, so he opened his mouth and closed it again. He put down the clothes in his hand and gestured to the boy: "Hello."

Li Zile couldn't understand what he was gesturing, and he became even angrier. It's only been a few days since we last met, how come this guy has become so much prettier? His skin has become whiter, his face has become plumper, and there's that blue headband... the color is so pretty, and it's even embroidered with a pattern... Was it a gift from Xu Shu?

Li Zile was holding his breath, and said sarcastically, "After getting close to Brother Xu, he doesn't even bother to talk to us peasants."

Mu Jinghua was stunned by the gesture and waved his hands repeatedly to indicate that he did not mean that. Aunt Shen, who was standing by, heard the noise, looked over, and explained, "Brother Le, don't bother Brother Mu, he can't speak."

Li Zile was stunned when he heard this, looked at Mu Jinghua in surprise, and then smiled.

Great, he turned out to be a mute. Li Zile felt much better and was ready to start washing clothes, but when he looked down, he saw Mu Jinghua washing cotton clothes in the basin.

The clothes were big, and it was obviously Xu Shu's. Thinking that the two of them slept in the same room every night, who knows what they might have done, Li Zile couldn't help but feel jealous. He said sourly: "Hey, this is coarse cotton cloth, it can't be Xu Shu's."

Mu Jinghua paused while washing clothes. He knew that it was not proper for an unmarried man to wash clothes for a man. But a man like him had been sold to a brothel, so how could he have a clean reputation? Besides, he was living under someone else's roof, so naturally he wanted to help.

But now that Li Zile pointed it out, Mu Jinghua felt that it was inappropriate. His reputation was not important, but what if everyone started to frame Xu Shu?

Mu Jinghua felt a little regretful, but didn't know what to do to make amends. He stood there in a daze, but Li Zile misunderstood him as showing off.

Li Zile watched him lower his eyes in silence, and saw his long eyelashes trembling slightly. The jealousy in his heart burned more and more fiercely, but because of Aunt Shen's presence, Li Zile suppressed his jealousy and laughed dryly, "If Mu Ge'er doesn't want to talk to me, I won't be annoying here and go to wash clothes over there."