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

Chapter 257 Meeting

Ah Qiao outside the door was stunned: "Sir, are you feeling unwell?"

Xu Shu inside the door narrowed his eyes and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Mu Jinghua had curled up his toes in comfort, but Ah Qiao's voice scared him off. When he heard Xu Shu's voice, he glanced at Xu Shu aggrievedly, and then focused his attention on answering Ah Qiao's words: "It's okay, I'm just sleepy, no need to disturb me."

His voice was soft and a little coquettish.

However, through the door curtain, Aqiao didn't hear anything wrong.

He responded, glanced at the watermelon in his hand, and was about to ask another question when he heard someone in the car say, "The watermelon is a reward for you."

A Qiao thanked him and there was no more noise outside the door.

Xu Shu had good hearing. When he heard the footsteps receding, he immediately kissed the person in his arms again.

Mu Jinghua raised his eyebrows, and said with a bit of resentment in his tone: "Slow...slow down."

Xu Shu held him in his arms, kissed his forehead, and hugged him tighter: "Quick battle, quick decision."

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Mu Jinghua leaned in Xu Shu's arms and felt his fingertips were soft.

Sniffing the familiar scent of bamboo leaves on Xu Shu, he said in a trance, "Now there's no need to pretend to be sick."

Xu Shu couldn't help but look at him. His face was ruddy, his expression was lazy, and there was a hint of joy between his eyebrows. How could he show any signs of illness?

I'm just too tired to lift my hands.

But thinking of what he had just felt, he tactfully did not refute Mu Jinghua, and only whispered, "It's almost time."

Mu Jinghua's body suddenly froze, and his tone instantly became aggrieved: "Are you leaving now?"

Xu Shu felt bad when he heard him say this, and couldn't help but kiss him: "I'll come to see you when you rest at night, but it will be a while, remember to eat well."

It's only been a few days since I last saw you, and your waist seems to have become thinner.

Xu Shu rubbed his sore legs and thought with concern.

Mu Jinghua nodded reluctantly, and then he asked: "There are people everywhere outside, why are you..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Shu put his finger on Mu Jinghua's lips, signaling him not to ask any more questions.

Mu Jinghua blinked in confusion, and a moment later he heard A Qiao's voice again: "Master, are you awake?"

Xu Shu shook his head at him and he said nothing.

Then Qiao Jianhong's voice was heard again: "No need to bother him, just go ahead."

A Qiao responded, and soon the carriage began to move shakily.

Knowing that he was sleeping, Aqiao just sat outside the sedan chair. Through a thin wooden door and sedan curtain, he could hear his conversation with the coachman from time to time.

Occasionally he could still hear his own name, especially when he heard them concerned about his health. When they talked about how he had slept for such a long time in the afternoon and it seemed that his sleep was not sound, and he could see the sedan chair swaying from time to time, Mu Jinghua felt nervous.

He unconsciously pulled the corner of Xu Shu's clothes and shook it, but saw the dense stitches on Xu Shu's wrist, and his heart sank again.

Of course Xu Shu also heard the conversation outside, but he was thankful that the sedan was high enough for him to stand in so that it would not make too much noise.

He was feeling very proud of himself, but was stunned when Mu Jinghua saw his wound.

"Don't cry." Xu Shu subconsciously used his mouth to comfort him.

A Qiao outside was too close, so Xu Shu didn't dare to make a sound.

Mu Jinghua couldn't understand his lip movements, but with red eyes, she gestured to him in sign language for the first time in a long time: "Does it hurt?"

Xu Shu nodded and signed back to him: "It's okay now."

Mu Jinghua sniffed in grievance, and was about to say something else, but A Qiao outside the door heard the noise and asked, "Master, are you awake? I'll be at the inn soon. If you need me..."

Mu Jinghua wanted to refuse immediately, but he saw Xu Shu shaking his head at him. He could only watch Xu Shu crawl under the couch reluctantly, and then he said softly, "Okay."

Ah Qiao lifted the curtain to look at him, but was stunned at first: "Sir, what's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong?"

A Qiao whispered, "Are you unhappy?"

Eye circles are red.

Mu Jinghua pursed his lips and kicked the couch in frustration: "I had a nightmare."

Xu Shu, who was hiding under the couch, smiled helplessly.

Ah Qiao wanted to say something, but Mu Jinghua began to change the subject: "How far is the inn? I'm hungry."

"It's almost time." Qiao responded quickly, somewhat happily, "Master, do you finally have an appetite?"

Mu Jinghua pursed his lips again. After all that trouble just now, of course he would be hungry.

But then he thought of the injury on Xu Shu's body, and a trace of depression flashed in his eyes again. Qiao Jianhong...

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Today's inn is not as luxurious as yesterday's. Even if it is a top-notch inn, it is just a small room with old furnishings inside.

Mu Jinghua took a look and did not hide his disgust.

Qiao Jianhong saw this and felt a little embarrassed: "Just bear with it for one night, tomorrow..."

Mu Jinghua snorted, didn't listen to him, turned around and closed the door.

Qiao Jianhong was disappointed, but he just smiled and knocked on the door shamelessly: "Shall I bring the food to you?"

Mu Jinghua hummed, thinking that Xu Shu might come soon, and said, "Send more."

Qiao Jianhong didn't respond, but the amount of food delivered was indeed a lot more.

The dish was average, and Mu Jinghua took a bite and became depressed again.

When Xu Shu climbed in through the window, he saw Mu Jinghua in this state and couldn't help but laugh: "Who made my little Mu Jin unhappy again?"

Mu Jinghua looked up at him and said aggrievedly: "It's not delicious."

Xu Shu stepped forward and pinched the tip of his nose: "Didn't you just say you were hungry? Why are you being picky about food again?"

After saying this, he actually had some ideas of his own.

Could it be true that...

He admitted that he was a bit impatient. As soon as Mu Jinghua turned eighteen, he couldn't help picking flowers. But he also knew his limits. At least he wore them every time and was very careful about the boy's health. However... there is always a mistake.

Could it be that...

Although he had an idea in his heart, Xu Shu did not dare to tell Mu Jinghua immediately. He just cursed Qiao Jianhong eight hundred times in his heart, and then said: "What do you want to eat? I'll get it for you."

Mu Jinghua was just throwing a tantrum. Seeing Xu Shu pampering him like this, he felt happy. He pulled open Xu Shu's clothes, looked at the wound on his wrist, and asked, "What happened to the wound on your hand?"

Xu Shu didn't want to elaborate, so he covered his wound and said casually, "It's just a minor injury, but I'm fine now."

Seeing Mu Jinghua frowning, Xu Shu quickly stepped forward and kissed him on the forehead: "My dear, I'm really fine. Didn't you see it just now?"

Mu Jinghua's ears immediately turned red.