My Wife Came From A Thousand Years Ago

Chapter 11: no future

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Jiang He was quite obedient outside, and the surveillance probe escaped unharmed.

"This is called a traffic light. When the red light is on, it means you can't go, and when the green light is on, you can pass."

Xu Qing motioned to the traffic light on the high place, and continued to popularize science: "This is also the law. If you don't obey it, those cars are dangerous, and they will violate the law. You have to remember it well."

Two people, one tall and one short, stood in front of the traffic light and looked up at the countdown to the red light with solemn expressions.

Like two fools.

For Xu Qing, who is used to watching movies at home with nothing to do, it is very interesting whether it is taking science popularization with ancient people or going shopping with girls. Walking along the road with Jiang He, the slightly nervous mood before has gradually relaxed.

Jiang He obediently followed aside, silently looking at the modern world. Everything on the street seemed novel to her, such as street lights, green belts, shops along the street, and even when the car whistled, she would cast her gaze there.

"Which one do you like?"

Xu Qing still hadn't forgotten the hair ropes he had promised at noon, so he stopped in front of a small stall facing the street, looked at the array of small items on it and asked Jiang He, "There are these...would you like it?"

He casually picked up a furry ear headdress, and wanted to give Jiang Hean a try on his head, but after thinking about it for a while, he gave up and only raised his hand as a signal.

Just looking at the image, as long as she doesn't make a sound or move, she has already become a modern person, and she doesn't need these decorations to add icing on the cake.

Jiang He still didn't make a sound. He glanced at the headdress in his hand, then turned his eyes to the booth, carefully examining each item.

After waiting for a while, Xu Qing had already set his sights on a blue hair band with two small and delicate butterflies on it. Seeing that Jiang He just looked at it without moving, he picked it up and asked the stall owner for the price. After scanning the QR code to pay, he handed it to Jiang He. .

"That's it, it's good to tie your hair."

"..."

Jiang He took a look at it, stretched out his hand and tried to pull it, and then he understood how to use it, and tied it directly to the back of his head.

The long hair was gathered up, and it was less feminine and more capable than when it was untied. Xu Qing couldn't help but take another look, then turned and led her to continue walking.

The night slowly fell, and the streets became more pedestrians, so Xu Qing talked a lot less. He turned into a home-cooked restaurant and sat in a corner with Jiang He, and asked the boss to order two fried pancakes and a plate of cucumbers.

Jiangcheng’s fried pancakes are a major feature. The pancakes are cut into shreds and then stir-fried with bean sprouts—there are also bean sprouts or cabbage, but the fried bean sprouts taste the best and are fragrant.

This kind of small shop not only tastes good, but also has a large portion. Xu Qing eats it from middle school to now after graduating from university, and still comes here from time to time.

"This is the place to eat. I also bought lunch from here, and the person who delivered the food yesterday was also that... person. I bought it from here and delivered it to my house, and I will pay him again."

The shop was noisy, Xu Qing huddled in a corner and whispered to Jiang He.

Sitting by the window, Jiang He looked at the brightly lit street outside and still didn't respond, with a complicated expression on his face.

Pedestrians on the street, flashing neon lights, traffic on the road, everything is so strange.

She doesn't fit in here.

Sensing Jiang He's depression, Xu Qing's voice gradually became quieter, and finally kept silent, leaning on the back of the chair and looking at the heroine across the table.

If you can't go back, you are alone in this world, and you are still a black family...

This means that you can’t work, have no income, have no fixed place to live, can’t travel far, and can’t even get married. You can only wander around in a small place, or find a black factory to spend the rest of your life—

no future.

Unless you announce your identity and then accept the mercy. But Xu Qing didn't think that Jiang He would be a guinea pig honestly. If she had a choice, she wouldn't let others manipulate her even if she got into the primeval forest.

It wasn't until the fried cakes for the two were served by the boss that Jiang He looked away, and Xu Qing also looked away at the same time, took out two pairs of disposable chopsticks from the chopstick holder, and handed Jiang He a pair.

"Let's eat."

"Ok."

Jiang He made the first sound after leaving the house and buried himself in his meal.

Seeing that she was still getting used to eating, Xu Qing felt relieved, bowed his head and took two bites, got up, motioned to Jiang He who was looking up, and took out a bottle of mineral water and a bottle of beer from the refrigerator next to him.

Back at the table, he pushed the mineral water in front of Jiang He, opened the beer with chopsticks, and poured a few times into the mouth of the bottle to moisten his throat.

Leaving this heroine behind, things will be much more complicated than imagined...

We can only take one step at a time.

Xu Qing, who was thinking about things, didn't even serve garlic. He ate a few mouthfuls of fried cakes and drank some wine. When Jiang He put down his chopsticks, the plate in front of him was already empty.

The two walked out of the store, and the lights outside were brightly lit, the nightlife of the modern city had just begun, the neon lights were flashing alternately, people were coming and going on the street, the noisy voices of people and the honking of vehicles mingled together, forming a lively scene .

Xu Qing looked up at the night sky, took a long breath, and then smiled at Jiang He who was honestly following.

"Let's go, go back."

The whole journey was silent, it was already 7:30 when we got home, the news broadcast had just ended, Xu Qing didn't pay attention to it, after closing the door, he turned around to look at Jiang He, who was already sitting on the sofa and didn't know what he was thinking, and spoke for a while.

"Do you believe it now?"

Jiang He moved his head when he heard the words, raised his eyes to look at him, was silent for a moment, then took out his iron dart from his waist, and stroked the scratches on it with his fingers.

"...But it's not a bad thing. You see, everyone lives and works in peace and contentment, enjoying life well. There are fried cakes and Coke, wine and computers. You don't have to worry about being hacked for no reason... Oh, you still have to worry about this."

Xu Qing wanted to comfort her, but he didn't know what to say, so he stood at the door for a while, and then came over and sat on the sofa together.

"To be honest, if you can solve the identity problem, you can enjoy a lot of things here that you couldn't enjoy before. Even if you rely on your strength to move bricks, you can live comfortably. This is actually a good thing."

Life is short for a few decades, and I have to sleep with one eye open, which is too tiring.

This prosperous age is very different from the ancient times.

"I want to go home."

Jiang He held the iron dart slightly, the tip of the dart sunk deep into his palm, feeling the pain.

Xu Qing sighed, "But you can't go back."

Jiang He was silent.

In the room, there was only the ticking of the clock on the wall, the occasional sound of cars outside the window, and a few faint coughs from the upstairs neighbor.

After a long time, Jiang He slumped his shoulders, threw the iron dart in his hand on the table, lowered his head and said, "That identity... how to solve it?"

"I'm not from the government, and I don't know much about it at the moment. There will always be a way. But first of all, you have to integrate into this society and not show your feet." Xu Qing looked at her and comforted her: "Don't worry, I will help you .”

"Thank you, young hero."

Jiang He clasped his fists, paused and said, "If it's too troublesome..."

"It's a must, identity matters."

Xu Qing was elated by her young man's call, turned his head to look at the table, then leaned down to look at the trash can, "Where's the piece of paper I sorted out yesterday?"

Jiang He blinked, "You rolled into a ball and threw it away."

"I know, it should be in there." Xu Qing pawed at the trash can twice.

"..."