Xu Wenbin has studied history for half his life, digging holes and digging up dead people. Xu Qing is not interested in that stuff.
It's okay to like a living, the little lips are soft...
"antique?"
Qin Maocai almost laughed out loud, he likes antiques... it's better to say he likes money, "Old Xu likes antiques because he likes to study, you like that..."
"I also like research." Xu Qing took Jiang He's small hand and rubbed it twice, and said confidently.
"Ahem... okay, you like research too."
Can research a wool.
Jiang He reacted for a while before he remembered what an antique was. Feeling the temperature in Xu Qing's hand under the table, he realized that he was the one being studied, and quietly squeezed his hand hard.
"Hiss~"
"What's wrong?"
"it's okay no problem."
After sitting in Qin's house for more than half an hour, the two of them got up to say goodbye after a refill of tea. Qin Maocai sat in the living room and rested for a while, used the remote control to search for any good programs on the TV, turned it off again, turned around and went to the balcony to lean back on the rocking chair.
The afternoon sun slanted, and from the balcony you could see two people walking out of the corridor, Xu Qing stood downstairs and looked up, Qin Maocai waved with a fan, Xiongba lay quietly on his stomach in the cage, accompanying the old man.
"I'm not an antique."
Jiang He thinks that the antiques are all very old bottles and jars, she is not old, but also very young, much younger than Xu Qing, she just came to modern times by accident.
"Then what are you?"
"I am... I am the current director." Jiang He coined a new word.
"You just learned how to joke." Xu Qing skipped the topic of antiques and presents. Anyway, Jiang He is Jiang He, except for the vigorous pace, the rest is not much different from ordinary girls.
He put his five fingers through Jiang He's fingers, interlocked with hers, and shook his arm, "I've made a lot of progress, I reward you for giving me a kiss here."
"Is it here?"
Jiang He turned her head and looked around. They hadn't walked out of the gate of the community yet, and the day was bright and clear, so she wouldn't do such a... act like a disciple in public.
"I don't want it, you want to lie to me again."
"I didn't lie to you, I just stated the matter."
The afternoon was very long. Since they came out, the two of them didn't go back immediately. They took a slow walk around Xu Wenbin's place, that is, shopping.
The word shopping was difficult for Jiang He to understand at first, and it seemed to have no other purpose except to familiarize her with the outside environment, but Xu Qing enjoyed it very much, saying that it was a couple's activity.
Turn right out of the community and walk for more than ten minutes to a traffic light intersection, which is called the "big turntable" by the people of Jiangcheng, because it has several intersections, and there is a large circular greenery in the middle, and the vehicles have to drive around the circle. Row.
At such a big intersection, the road was much wider than where they lived. Jiang He followed Xu Qing, raised his left hand on his forehead to shade the sun, and squinted his eyes slightly to look up at the traffic lights and the surveillance cameras above.
"It has a dead end, right?"
"What?" Xu Qing didn't respond to her sudden question.
"Surveillance, there should be blind spots, right? It's like taking pictures with a mobile phone."
"Yes... There must be, but very rarely. The dead angle of this monitoring may be covered by another monitoring, so it is difficult for you to judge whether it is a real dead angle or a fake dead angle."
Xu Qing moved his eyes away from the traffic lights, and fell on the face of Jiang He next to him: "Why do you ask this?"
"It's amazing." Jiang He said.
She stared at the surveillance probe above for a moment, then looked around, "Sometimes it's like a dream."
"Can you dream of these?"
"I can't dream."
Of course you can't dream, if you can dream... Xu Qing didn't know what would happen, just thinking about it like that, he felt that he couldn't accept it.
Although time travel is very frightening, but the world is full of wonders, there is such a case that he can barely adapt to it, and if there are more strange things, he has to wonder if the world is about to end.
Or a third-rate story written by an artist...like Hirata in "Funny Anime Hiyori".
After crossing the road, Jiang He held his hand tightly, as if she had something to say, but there were other passers-by on the side, so she had to endure it, and waited until the others were gone before moving closer to Xu Qing, lowering her voice Said: "Is that a beggar?"
Xu Qing followed her gaze. There was a thick dirty quilt under an advertisement board by the roadside, and a dirty person was sitting on it, with his upper body lying on the ground, his head buried deeply, and a plastic bag in front of him. Box with some loose cash in it.
"Then... it should be."
"What should it be?" Jiang He was puzzled.
According to her observations and what Xu Qing said, this place should be a place where people can eat and clothe themselves as long as they work hard, and beggars should not exist.
unless…
She couldn't help but look back, feeling a little nervous for no reason.
"Did you have a gang of beggars at that time?" Xu Qing was suddenly curious about the legendary leader of the Qiao gang, Hong Qigong... Oh, that was not an era.
But the gang of beggars always has a special emotion for those who like martial arts novels.
"A beggar is a beggar, there is no gang."
Jiang He shook his head, frowned slightly and recalled: "However, I heard that in richer places, beggars will grab the territory and exclude foreigners together..."
She was not too sure about what she had heard, so she only said a few words, then turned around and continued to ask: "That one just now was the Beggar Gang... and there are gangs?"
"I don't know, there will always be beggars, because no one can say for sure about natural disasters and man-made disasters." Xu Qing shrugged, "It's just that as the living standard improves, there will be more fake beggars."
"Fake beggar?"
"There is a saying that the poor and the rich cheat the rich to grow their conscience. When there are many people with a conscience, there will be those lazy people who are lazy and lazy to pretend to be beggars, using other people's love to make profits, pretending to be pitiful on the street during the day, and changing clothes at night You and I both have money, delicious food and spicy food... "
Xu Qing explained to her slowly, looked back in that direction, and said, "So I just said it should be, or it might not be, who knows."
"It's a bit complicated." Jiang He thought for a while before he understood Xu Qing's words, and he was slightly relieved, "I thought that if I didn't have an identity, I would..."
"You will be picked up and taken home as your wife."
"..."
Regarding the beggar, Jiang He doesn't have much extra love. Although she knows that life is not easy, she is still living under the fence of others, and she is thinking hard every day about what to do to support herself. A steamed bun to help those who are suffering from hunger and cold - the one just now is obviously not included, the money in the plastic box is worth her moving bricks for several days.
"If you think she is pitiful, we can buy a few steamed buns and send them to her, but we can't give money." Xu Qing didn't know what to think, with a smile on his face: "But don't stare at her to finish eating, maybe just now Someone might have delivered it."
"No, there's so much money in her bowl, I'll buy it myself when I'm hungry."
"You see that clearly?"
"A person who practices martial arts, of course has good eyesight. I can smash her box with a single dart standing here." Jiang He checked the distance with his eyes, and he was very sure of his skills.
"Why are you hitting someone else's box?"
"I didn't fight, I just gave an example."