A lot has indeed changed.
From the beginning with a guilty conscience and wanting to slip away, to teaching Xu Qing to practice martial arts and then being unable to resist, to expecting him to lie to himself...
It was like a string getting tighter and tighter. After drinking on New Year's Eve night, it broke with a snap.
From passive to active, it takes only one thought, but it is a qualitative change.
Humans have more than survival needs.
Jiang He hugged the pillow, and fell into deep thought after hearing Xu Qing's words. Xiaoyan on the other side didn't do his homework, but played with the little claws of winter melon.
"Xiaoyan wants to be a big star in the future?"
Xu Qing got up and went to the sink to finish brushing his teeth, and came back to play with Jiang He's little hands, not forgetting to talk to Xiaoyan who was playing with little claws.
"Yes! I want to be a star and go on TV!" Xiaoyan was full of confidence, pointing at the TV and said, "You will be able to see me on TV from now on!"
"It's amazing... To be a star, you have to study hard, otherwise you will be laughed to death if you even get the words wrong."
Xu Qing scratched Jiang He's palm, and wrote the names of two people with his fingers, and suddenly found out in surprise: "Hey, both of us have fourteen strokes."
"Ah?" Jiang He felt his palms itch and didn't understand what he meant.
"Fate~"
With a sigh of emotion, she was finally willing to let go of her little hand, and sat on the other side to teach Xiaoyan to do her homework.
"How many paintings is my name?" Xiaoyan asked.
"You..."
Shi Yanyan... Xu Qing pondered for a moment, "It's more than the two of us combined."
"so smart?!"
"Yeah, it's amazing."
Xu Qing complained, "Have you ever been punished by the teacher for copying names?"
"No."
"One day you will be punished and you will find that it is super powerful."
Xiaoyan stared at her big ignorant eyes, thought for a moment before shaking her head, "I don't want to be punished for copying my name!"
The name is so difficult to write, if you are fined to copy it a hundred times... She looked down at her winter vacation homework.
It is harder to write than homework.
"How to become a star?" Jiang He listened to them talking, and also thought about what he could learn.
Here, except for her useless martial arts, she knows nothing else, has no knowledge, no knowledge, no skills...
Abandoned by the times.
The only thing he can do is to show his face on the Internet as Xu Qing said, like that hand-made Geng, to shoot some short videos of swordplay, and it may not be possible to become popular.
'There is a high probability that it can be fired...'
That's what Xu Qing said that day.
"It's up to you to choose whether to do it or not. I won't interfere. You just have to think carefully. You don't know enough about this place, so don't rush to make a choice. For you and me, fate is amazing..."
Xu Qing gave her a lot of freedom within her ability.
Being able to surf the Internet is the greatest freedom. Jiang He can check whether what Xu Qing said is true or not, and then make his own choice.
After spending the initial period of time and understanding the general situation of this society, she can still give herself to the country and clearly prove that she is from Kaiyuan, instead of being hostile to everything like when she first came, and then being treated as a mental disorder The dangerous elements clashed with violent agencies.
If the police were called in from the beginning, even if there was no conflict, even if those people were brain-twitching and believed that she was from Kaiyuan, then the subsequent things could only develop according to the wishes of others-this is the biggest difference.
A road can be changed at any time, Xu Qing just said, but whether she listens or not, handing over herself to show her identity has always been an option, she can change her mind at any time and choose another road.
... Once another path is chosen, it will go all the way to darkness, and it is impossible to return to the current life.
This is her greatest freedom. She doesn't have to worry about food, clothing, housing and transportation. She can slowly understand this era and then make a choice.
Even if Xu Qing was trying to have feelings with her intentionally or unintentionally, that was the price she had to pay—no one owed her, and while enjoying freedom, she must bear something.
And Xu Qing didn't force her.
This was the best of all possibilities, and she had long since realized it.
Fate is wonderful...
Jiang He's eyes fell on Xu Qing's lips, everything started from that mouth.
'It's getting dark, and the rain doesn't seem to stop for a while...'
In the dead of night, she would often think of Xu Qing's appearance and words while holding an umbrella.
"Stars are on TV!" Xiaoyan pointed to the TV and explained, not understanding why Jiang He didn't even know this.
"A star is singing, dancing and acting. A character like Cheng Dieyi, if someone likes it, then it's a star. If no one likes it, then..."
Xu Qing's lips moved slightly, and he explained in much more detail than Xiaoyan, "In the movies we watched, the main characters were played by stars."
After a pause, he looked at Xiaoyan and asked, "Can you sing?"
"… Won't."
"Can you dance?"
"I can twist my butt!" Xiaoyan said.
"Sister Jiang He will do it too." Xu Qing smiled.
"I won't!"
Jiang He was angry, staring at his lips, wanting to bite him.
"I don't know how to sing or dance, so I can only go to acting..." Xu Qing noticed Jiang He's gaze, stopped speaking slowly, raised his hand to touch his mouth, and turned his face sideways in a strange way.
I've never heard of such a thing as being addictive.
"What if you can't act?"
"Be an idol."
"I want to be an idol!" Xiaoyan loudly announced his wish.
"What about you?" Xu Qing asked Jiang He.
"I... what me?"
Jiang He put down the pillow in his arms, stood up, and walked away.
Inexplicably, it feels like this guy is teasing his daughter, and he doesn't want to talk to him.
The afternoon was spent in Xiaoyan and Donggua's playfulness and homework. Xu Qing held his laptop to check the wind direction in other sections of Xiaopo Station, and considered whether to use a small account to test the water.
Jiang He tidied up the living room, carried the clothes to be washed into the washing machine on the balcony, paused when he saw Xu Qing's straw sandals on the bedside, glanced back at Xu Qing, and secretly carried them to the balcony to wash them again.
"What are u doing?"
"I, I'm washing shoes."
"Why are you washing my shoes?"
"This is mine." Jiang He was a little dazed holding the straw sandals.
"You gave it to me, and it's mine." Xu Qing found it funny seeing her sneaky look, "Put it down for me."
When he woke up in the morning of the second day of junior high school and found that the shoes in the living room ran under his bed again, he gave up explaining.
"Wash it to make it cleaner."
Jiang He sped up his movements, controlling his strength to swish the brush, fearing that if it would be damaged, Xu Qing would plot against the one she was wearing again.
"The socks I bought for you are coming soon, let me buy you a pair of high heels, do you like white or black? I like red soles..."
Xu Qing picked up the phone and asked.
"I don't like either."
"Then I'll just buy whatever I want, a pair of white shoes and black shoes."
"..."
Jiang He's lips moved twice, speechless for a long time.