"It's raining."
It was overcast and cloudy outside that day, and the air was not as sultry as last night, and it was cool even without opening the windows.
Jiang He didn't turn on the electric fan, and was playing with his mobile phone. When he heard the sound from the window, he turned his head to look, and the fine raindrops were blown onto the glass by the wind.
"Well, it's early autumn."
Xu Qing counted the days, Xiaoyan was about to start school, and couldn't do homework with Jiang He.
"I'm going out for a stroll." Jiang He stood up stretched and went to the bedroom to put on his coat.
It was just a notice, Xu Qing didn't make a sound, and waited until she put on her coat and came out, then turned her head to look at the weather outside: "Going out in the rain?"
"Look for Pingping."
"Oh."
I took an umbrella and went out. It was raining lightly outside, and the ground had just been wet.
With one pocket in one hand and an umbrella in the other, Jiang He looked up at the gloomy sky and walked to the north of the community.
Gong Ping's house is not far away, just a few buildings away. Jiang He had already been there when she came back early from fishing last time. She stepped on the small road and turned a corner, walked a few steps forward, and entered a corridor. Put away the umbrella and go to the third floor,
There are two households on one ladder here. Tap twice on the door on the right, and the door will be opened from the inside.
"come on in!"
Gong Ping was wearing a small vest and tight shorts, looking full of energy, opened the door to welcome Jiang He in, then lay down on the mat on the ground, and continued to break her legs.
"It will be ready soon, please sit down first." She greeted.
Jiang He put the umbrella behind the door, came over and took off his coat, stared at Gong Ping's strange posture for two seconds, then moved his eyes to the side, and looked at the room.
Last time, Xu Qing guessed correctly. The area of this house is relatively small, about one-third smaller than where Xu Qing lives, but there are not many things in the living room. There is only a long sofa, a small coffee table, and a folding table at the entrance of the kitchen. Two stools next to it.
Simple and not crowded at all.
Is this what a single woman's residence is like... Jiang He turned to look at the room, which was simpler than the one where she and Xu Qing lived, and a little less warm.
"Would you like to learn from me... huh, yoga?" Gong Ping posed with her legs apart, splitting splits on the mat, while pressing her upper body down, following the '1.2.3.4' on the TV. 'Slogan frequency action.
"Yoga?"
Hearing this, Jiang He looked over, and happened to see two and a half big balls, and immediately looked away.
"Huh? You don't know, do you?!" Gong Ping looked up in surprise.
"I know, I just haven't practiced."
"I'll teach you!"
"Not yet..." Jiang He squinted at Gong Ping from the corner of his eye, that movement was too unsightly.
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She had a little impression, but she didn't know what it was for. At this time, seeing Gong Ping's movements, could it be that it was specially used to please men? …Jiang He kept his eyes on his nose, his nose and his heart, and calmly took out his mobile phone with the other hand, trying to search by typing on the keyboard.
Gong Ping came here today because she wanted her to teach cooking, so she came here thinking there was nothing to do, but she didn't expect to see Gong Ping doing this—
Huh, no.
Looking at the search results on his mobile phone, Jiang He suddenly realized that it turned out to be a way to cultivate his body and mind.
She reinstalled the phone and looked sideways. Gong Ping had already changed her posture. She was on all fours, with one leg raised up, like a dog peeing...
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Modern kung fu is so weird.
"Yoga is also a kind of exercise. It is mainly used to reduce stress and practice body flexibility... Huh, you can actually learn it. When your family Xu Qing practiced kung fu, you practiced yoga next to you. One firm and one soft, one movement and one stillness, it's pretty cool. Appropriate." Gong Ping maintained the posture of a dog peeing and had time to talk, then moved slowly and changed legs, and continued to maintain it.
Looking at Gong Ping's posture, Jiang He inexplicably remembered the little movie on Xu Qing's computer, which seemed to have this kind of movement...
"No, I will learn that kung fu from him, let's forget about yoga." She shook her head and declined Gong Ping's kindness.
If you do this kind of action in front of Xu Qing, you will lose yourself to death. It's better to fight with him. The stomping and shouting are much more powerful than this.
"Girls learn to be gentle. What's the use of learning him? It's better to practice karate, but karate should not be as good as Xu Qing. For self-defense, he is enough. You are very safe, so practicing yoga is good. If you want to learn, I will teach you."
Gong Ping said slowly while changing positions, two people practicing yoga on the mat together is much more interesting than one person, and it will not be boring, and they can supervise and urge each other.
But Jiang He seemed to be very resistant, she thought for a while and said: "Practicing this can also make your boyfriend more..."
"More what?"
"I like it better." Gong Ping laughed.
"..."
Jiang He frowned, she could tell without Gong Ping telling her that, whether other boyfriends liked it or not, Xu Qing would definitely like it.
Because he is a pervert.
But Jiang He still doesn't plan to learn, because Xu Qing obviously prefers the way she dances with a sword, rather than learning how a dog pees on a blanket...
"Have you always lived here by yourself?" Jiang He changed the subject. Although Gong Ping is also a girl, most of the two lumps are exposed to the outside, which makes her feel a little... It seems impolite to stare at her, so she has no choice but to He turned his head and continued to look around the room.
It was agreed a long time ago that she would come to teach Gong Ping how to cook, and Gong Ping invited her to come over on WeChat. Anyway, it was raining and she couldn't fish, so she came.
"Yeah, I feel very comfortable living alone."
"Isn't it expensive to buy a house?"
"It's not very expensive. The house here is relatively old, and... anyway, it's messy, and it's much cheaper than the average one. The best thing is that the surrounding area is complete. It's not too lively or deserted. It has everything you should have. I I chose here."
"awesome."
Regardless of whether it is expensive or not, being able to buy a house by yourself is a very powerful thing. Jiang He checked on the Internet, no matter where the house is, it is horribly expensive.
"It's so-so, I have to repay the loan every month, just to live comfortably."
More than ten minutes later, Gong Ping finished a set of movements, got up from the mat, panted softly to wipe off her sweat, rolled up the yoga mat and put it aside, and then looked at the rain outside the window.
"It's raining heavily." She turned her head and said, big raindrops hit the glass, making a crackling sound.
Staying at home on a rainy day always has a very comfortable feeling, and it is even better when you are with friends.
Gong Ping wiped off her sweat with a towel, sat down on the sofa, poured two cups of tea and pushed Jiang He to one, and took a sip from her own cup, while taking the remote control to change the TV channel.
"It's not as well furnished as yours, and there are still a lot of furniture that I haven't bought, so I'm too lazy to do it alone."
"It's very simple and looks comfortable."
"I'm going to play a guzheng over there, so I can play it later if I have nothing to do." Gong Ping pointed to the corner of the wall next to her, and said after a pause, "How do you feel about having a live broadcast like you guys?"
"Very good. It will be broadcast for an hour every day. Many people should watch it."
Looking at Gong Ping's navel-baring vest, Jiang He felt that it would definitely attract a lot of viewers—she was no longer that silly Kaiyuan bumpkin.
"You won't just wear this live broadcast, will you?"
"Haha, it's not impossible to wear this." Gong Ping tugged at her collar, she didn't care what she was wearing, she was different from Jiang He, she often wore short skirts that showed her navel when she went out.
And Jiang He is a little conservative... Gong Ping thinks so, at least she has never seen Jiang He wearing a skirt, and although the clothes are different every time she sees them, they all match well.
Different personalities, different dressing styles.
Resting on the sofa for a while, drinking a few sips of tea, Gong Ping took Jiang He to the kitchen to look at her newly bought spatula.
Before, there was only an induction cooker, not even a pressure cooker, and there was no way to cook many dishes. Now I am slowly adding things, and I plan to let Jiang He teach her how to cook.
"What else is missing?" Gong Ping asked.
"It seems... a whetstone is missing." Jiang He took the knife and flicked it casually in his hand twice, and wanted to sharpen it when he saw that it was not sharp.
Gong Ping scratched her head, seeing that Jiang He looked like a chef, she remembered the matter of the whetstone in her heart, and said, "What else?"
"There is nothing else missing."
"Then let's cook!"
"Wait, I have notes here."
Jiang He took out a notebook from her bag like touching a baby. It was written in her naive handwriting, and on the title page were four large characters of "Jiang's recipes" that Xu Qing helped write.
"You wrote it?" Gong Ping stared blankly at the handwritten version of 'Jiang's Recipe', never expecting that Jiang He could find such a thing from his bag.
"Well, I remembered it when I was learning how to cook."
"awesome… "
"Lend it to you to read slowly. With this, you can learn quickly." Jiang He has another notebook, which is not full, and is slowly adding dishes. She will only write down very delicious dishes.
Learning to cook often depends on talent, how many spoons of salt and soy sauce, etc. Everyone's spoons are not the same size, so you have to rely on experience or try to slowly grasp the amount to put in.
The recipe records the process, although there are some details about the amount of seasoning, but it is not too detailed.
It's not time for dinner yet, and I can't eat much if I cook. Gong Ping took the recipe and didn't continue arguing about cooking. Instead, she flipped through Jiang He's notes and looked at it roughly as a menu.
As for the meal time... Jiang He will definitely go back, he won't stay here and let Xu Qing cook some noodles by himself.
"Then I'll learn from the recipe first, and I'll ask you if I have any difficulties." Gong Ping flipped through the recipes, found several dishes she liked, and closed the notebook with satisfaction.
The rain did not show any signs of abating. Xu Qing was working at home with his computer in his arms, and Jiang He was not in a hurry to go back. He moved a chair and sat by the window to watch the rain outside with Gong Ping.
The angle of view on the third floor is different from the one they lived on the first floor. There are flowers and plants outside the first floor, and the field of vision is limited. On the third floor, standing high, you can naturally see far. The rainwater on the street flows into the sewer, and the raindrops hit Bubbles and splashes appeared on the ground.
"That's great~"
Holding the water glass, Gong Ping suddenly sighed. Long before she bought the house, she thought that one day she would stay in the room with her friends and do whatever she wanted, even if she just sat together to pass the time, it would be very comfortable.
It's just that she didn't expect that there was an ancient person from Kaiyuan sitting next to her. If she knew...
Jiang He took a sip of tea and asked, "Where is it good?"
"Artistic conception...you don't understand, it's a pity that you haven't bought the guzheng yet, otherwise it would be better to play a piece now."
"..."
Jiang He doesn't understand the thoughts of young literary girls, but he also thinks it's good. It's a different feeling when staying with Xu Qing, both of them are very good.
If Xu Qing was sitting next to her, she would probably be leaning against each other, or he would hold her legs, and then she would read a book and play with her mobile phone.
"I was wondering how long it would take to meet friends here, but I didn't expect it to be so soon." Gong Ping smiled happily.
"It's not easy to make friends?" Although Jiang He only knows her as a friend, he still thinks it's very simple. Wherever the people of Jianghu go, they are brothers everywhere.
"It's not easy at all... It's easy to say that it's just acquaintance, but—ah, it's hard to say." Gong Ping shook her head, "Especially for people like me who come from other places, it's hard to find the kind of friends that can be brought home, um , well, the most difficult thing is to have a home."
She smiled to herself, "Anyway, it's fine now."
"Of course it's nice to have a home." Jiang He looked into the distance, and his gaze shifted slightly, and he landed on the building she lived in, which is now very familiar.
"It's not a home, it's just a house. When there is no house, people are drifting, especially friends from work. Once they leave their jobs and change cities, they basically disappear." Gong Ping said.
"Work... ok."
Jiang He has never worked, so she can't talk about this topic, and she hasn't had enough time to understand those things.
According to Xu Qing, some things can be learned from books or other people's words without having to experience them. It is the choice of smart people to learn from others' mistakes.
People who have worked hard in society, their experience is a precious asset... Xu Qing also pointed to Uncle Zhao and said that it was a treasure.
"What did you do before?" Jiang He asked tentatively.
"In the past... I have done training courses, sold products, and engaged in self-media, a lot." Gong Ping didn't finish talking, but only talked about the ones who had done it for the longest time.
"So much work?"
"It's normal, isn't it? It's one of the few who only have one job for eternity... Hey, sometimes I really think you are a child."
Gong Ping held Jiang He's face and rubbed it. In her eyes, Jiang He looked gentle and quiet with a different temperament. Sometimes she felt that Jiang He was the same age as herself, and sometimes she felt that Jiang He was a little girl.
"You look good..." Jiang He remembered that Gong Ping was holding up her skirt to the river, saying that she wanted to seduce fish.
"I'm eighteen this year."
Gong Ping is confident and confident, saying that eighteen years old is eighteen years old, an invincible beautiful girl.
"I'm nineteen years old." Jiang He waved her hand away, feeling that Gong Ping was at most twenty-three years old.
If we count it, when Gong Ping was studying at school, she was running around and fighting for her life in the rivers and lakes, this difference can be completely ignored.
It was raining non-stop, water gradually accumulated on the road, and the sky was dark and gloomy.
"Go fishing after it rains? I don't think it hurts to learn to cook new dishes with the fish you caught." Gong Ping asked Jiang He's opinion, and the weather forecast said that the rain would not last long.
"Let's watch the time." Jiang He said.
"I still have a boyfriend, how can I go fishing with you every day?"