When Jiang He was thinking about when to show Xu Qing his skills, seeing his eyes, he was so angry that his lips trembled.
"You want to touch!"
"Yes, I think."
"You just want to..."
Jiang He was half-sentenced when he suddenly stopped.
?
"Hurry up and cook, I'm starving."
Xu Qing stroked her chest and shouted, if she couldn't feel it, she could only touch herself.
Putting away the pen and paper and leaning back on the chair to think about it, he scratched his chin, feeling a little confused about Jiang He's work.
What to do... does it matter
It doesn't matter to Jiang He, as long as she can make money legitimately, she can be happy even if she goes to the construction site to move bricks with both hands - the wages there are high, and with her strange strength, it is not difficult to earn ten times more than typing on the keyboard.
But will he? unwilling.
Xu Wenbin had the same idea as him...
When Jiang He was cooking, Xu Qing was still sitting on a chair and thinking.
"time to eat."
She helped serve the meal and greeted her. Seeing Xu Qing holding the chopsticks, she wanted to eat. She held back for a while and said, "Wash your hands."
"I didn't go out again..."
"It doesn't work if you don't go out."
"Did you wash your hands every day?" Xu Qing reluctantly stood up.
"Won't."
Jiang He naturally seldom washed his hands at that time, and he didn't have that condition, but this didn't affect her from forming a habit here.
Maybe it's because it's so convenient now, from Kaiyuan's conditions to modern times, she even has a little cleanliness, she must wash her hands before eating - of course, it may also be out of respect for food .
She looked down at her clean hands. Because of the frequent soaking in hot water for nourishment, her hands were no longer as rough as when she first arrived, and became whiter and whiter.
A girl's nature...
Xu Qing came back after washing her hands and sighed.
The lunch at noon was good. Jiang He bought more vegetables after selling the gold coins. The fried pork slices were alluring and fragrant on the table.
"Let's go home again another day. We haven't been back this month."
"Huh? Oh."
Jiang He answered absently, and looked down at his chest.
Hands, shoes, feet, calves... and breasts.
She has never experienced this kind of feeling, as if she is liked by him everywhere.
If someone else said that, they would have already cut it with a sword, but...
Jiang He raised his eyes to glance at Xu Qing, and stuffed vegetables into his mouth with chopsticks.
Two people are innocent...
"Why are you blushing?" Xu Qing wondered.
"I'm not blushing."
Facing Jiang He's stubbornness, Xu Qing looked at her suspiciously, and then looked at the computer, suspecting that she had broken through the defense line of 365 security guards and read something she shouldn't have seen.
The Internet is harmful.
Reduced taste... Bah!
"I just sorted out the things that are easier for you to learn and do. There are also tutorials. I will send them to your computer later to see which one you like, or if you have anything you want to do, you can discuss it with me."
Xu Qing turned around and said, "You always have something you like, as long as it's not very inappropriate, I won't stop you, I will only give you suitable suggestions."
"Is it because I am a modern person?" Jiang He asked.
"It can only be counted as half. The main thing is that you have been here for a long time, you have been familiar with it for such a long time, and you have your own ideas. It is time to try to do what you want to do."
"Okay, you can get it to the computer for me later."
As for the treasure of computer, Jiang He liked it more and more as he used it. This should be the greatest invention.
When she saw the weather forecast for the first ten days in the future, she was even surprised by a miracle, although after more than a month of verification, it was found that it was not so accurate...
The meal is over.
After Xu Qing finished washing the dishes in the kitchen, he came out to see Jiang He sitting cross-legged on the sofa, clipping his feet and cutting his nails, and couldn't help shaking his head.
"Where's your sword?"
"My sword is in the house."
"Is it ready? I want to see it."
"Go get it."
Entering Jiang He's room, the small utility room was very neat. Some of the previous odds and ends were piled up in one corner and covered with a cloth. The side of the wall next to the window was a bed, and the quilt was neatly folded on top of it. There, pillows pressed against it. There was a brand new sword standing at the corner of the bed. It was an unsharp sword that Xu Qing bought for her at a certain treasure, and was used for practice.
"I mean the one you brought."
"Under the bed." Jiang He called from the living room.
Hearing this, Xu Qing got down to have a look. She also cleaned the bottom of the bed very clean. The sword was wrapped in a cloth and lay quietly underneath.
Take out the sword and untie the cloth strip, revealing its original face, the hilt is smooth, quiet and pleasant, with a kind of gentle old air.
"How long have you been using this sword? It's all covered in patina."
He came out with a sword in his hand, pushed the wax gourd on the sofa aside, sat down, and asked Jiang He next to him.
"It's been used... for many years." Jiang He thought about it but couldn't remember the exact year.
"Used since childhood?"
"Almost, I took it with me the first time I went out, and it broke a few times in the middle, but it was all fixed."
clang!
Xu Qing pulled out the sword, looked at the luster on the sword and held his breath, watching carefully.
Jiang He is not very old, but this sword is not young. She wiped the blade very clean, and there is not much dirt in the blood groove, only the color of iron remains.
The scabbard is not two pieces of wood, and there are a few patterns engraved on it. Compared with the sword, it is much more beautiful, but the size is not suitable, and the sound of drawing the sword is a bit loud.
"I picked up this scabbard."
"Picked it up?" Xu Qing doubted the authenticity of the word.
"Well... I just picked it up from someone else."
"Oh~"
Not from the road, but from others.
"What are you looking for with my sword?" Jiang He asked.
"... nothing, keep it safe."
When Xu Qing was planning to go fishing, he asked her to throw it away. When he saw the mottled marks on the sword, and heard her say that it had been broken several times and then repaired, he suddenly felt reluctant.
It's okay to just leave it like this, unless two people go to kill people and their homes are searched... At that point, it makes no difference whether they have this sword or not.
"If your sword hilt is turned into pearls, it must be worth a lot."
He laughed, put the sword back into its sheath, wrapped it in a cloth and fastened it again, and looked at Jiang He who was cutting his nails off his feet.
"What do you mean?" Jiang He asked.
"It's nothing, do you want me to cut it for you?"
"No need to!"
Jiang He resolutely refused, still not at ease when the matter was over, moved his body and turned his back to him.
Xu Qing didn't tease her anymore, holding the sword, he remembered the creepy feeling when he was pointed at by Jiang He.
Should it be murderous
He turned his head to look at Jiang He, who was pressing the nail clippers earnestly, his naive look was completely different from before.
With a stable life, who would like to work hard with others
"very nice."
"What?" Jiang He turned his head, seeing Xu Qing's eyes, and couldn't help but startled.
"I feel lucky, I have to thank... Thank you Tathagata Buddha."
Xu Qing smiled and took the sword back to the room, and threw the sword under her bed.
"Leave it to me, it won't be needed anyway."