Jiang He fell asleep.
Curled into a small ball, curled up next to Xu Qing.
Xu Qingshun stroked her long hair that fell to the side, touched her forehead lightly with her lips, looked at Jiang He's outline in the dark, and stretched out his hand to cover her with the corner of the quilt after a while.
The liking between words is not always so simple and direct.
When the affection reaches a certain level, it will naturally become more intimate, intentionally or unintentionally, just like Jiang He always thinks about what he can do with his legs...
The love at that moment can only be released by the most intimate contact.
"Good night, Xiaohe Miao."
With a soft sound, Jiang He frowned, hummed and arched towards him again, shook his head slightly to find the most comfortable position, hid half of his face under the quilt, and then returned to silence.
Xu Qing smiled silently. He had never seen Jiang He's sleeping posture when he first arrived, so he wondered if it was the same as now.
Or do you open your eyes vigilantly at the slightest sign of trouble
In any case, the past is the past, and she will only get better day by day in the future until she fully adapts to this world a thousand years later.
Good, bad, happy, troubled, everything will be experienced slowly.
But before that, I still have to think about whether she will become angry and not make breakfast tomorrow morning...
Xu Qing closed her eyes, and when she woke up again, she was awakened by Jiang He's movements.
The curtains were partly drawn, and the room was filled with light.
He opened his eyes, and what he saw was Jiang He carefully opening his arms and trying to slip out, while trying to fasten the buttons on his pajamas, looking a little flustered.
As if sensing his gaze, Jiang He suddenly raised his head, only to see that Xu Qing was still fast asleep with his eyes closed.
Jiang He breathed a sigh of relief, moved himself out bit by bit, scratched his hair and looked at the light coming through the curtains, stayed for a while, and then moved his gaze to Xu Qing's face behind him.
Remembering that before going to bed last night, she put her hands on her face and let out a long breath, and then turned over gently and got out of bed.
Quietly putting on his clothes, Jiang He noticed that the panties that had been changed by the bedside last night, his face that had just calmed down began to heat up again, and he clutched them in his hands, ready to go out furtively.
"Put it there, I'll wash it for you later."
The sound from behind made Jiang He froze in place, wishing he could pinch that small piece of cloth into air, let it disappear and be erased from the world.
"It's normal. I also dreamed about some things before, and then I got up in the morning to wash... I lied to you and said it was washing socks. Who would wash socks in the morning? We are all now-ah! If you kill me, I will wash them." Be a little widow!"
"I'll bite you to death!"
"Don't hit it, don't hit it!"
Jiang He jumped on the bed and pressed Xu Qing through the quilt to fight for a while, and his mood suddenly returned to calm.
"You still ask me every day if I want to take your leg, now it's your turn?"
"I said I don't need it!" Jiang He lay on top of him, tilting his head and looking at the curtains.
This guy is lustful, and any help is an excuse. How could she like that woman like the woman in the movie...
Shameless!
Dirty!
Jiang He turned his head, met Xu Qing's eyes, suddenly lowered his head and bumped into him again, like a kowtow, with a bang, and then climbed out of bed, put on his slippers and prepared to wash up.
Those were all done by Xu Qing, so what does it have to do with her heroine Jiang He
"Why are you holding on, I told you I'll wash it for you." Xu Qing said from behind.
"Give!"
Jiang He threw it without looking back, and when she heard Xu Qing's call, she looked back and threw it right in his face...
Quickly opened the door and stepped out.
Xu Qing saw her running out nervously, pulling off the clothes on her face and pinching them in her hands, leaning against the head of the bed and meditating. Is it a good omen or a bad omen if this thing falls on her head
After she finished washing, Xu Qingshi got up calmly, first went to the balcony to rub her clothes, wrung them dry, and hung them on the hangers in the utility room—now Jiang He's two-piece suit has been placed in the utility room. Hanging clothes on a hanger, living on the first floor, Xu Qing doesn't like her hanging on the balcony either.
Even his boxers are moved to the utility room to dry, so they don't get stolen by some crazy female neighbor... although it's unlikely.
After returning home and washing up, Jiang He also came out of the kitchen with steamed buns and yelled for him to have breakfast, not as full of energy as before, but like a little daughter-in-law.
The breakfast was not too complicated. I heated up a few steamed buns and served with pickles. I don't know if it was because she got up late or because she was too lazy to cook porridge.
Xu Qing didn't care, as long as he drank some water anyway.
Jiang He ate quickly, wiped his mouth after finishing his work, and looked for a soymilk maker on a certain treasure with his mobile phone. He wanted to ask Xu Qing for his opinion, but turned his eyes away, and suddenly didn't want to ask again.
It's not like she can't find it herself.
As a modern person, buying a soymilk machine can be done by yourself.
nine Sun.
Jiang He thinks the name is amazing. The Nine Suns Divine Art on TV is the top skill, and the name of the soymilk machine is not far behind. If you get a coupon, you can buy a soymilk machine with more than 300 yuan for only 200 yuan. .
"Hey!"
"what!"
Xu Qing stood in the middle of the living room and practiced punching and fisting. He was very serious about every move. Because he lived on the first floor, it was okay to stomp his feet occasionally.
"I'm going out."
Jiang He put his bag on his back, greeted him with the key, and turned to go out.
Xu Qing is still practicing boxing, Jiang He said yesterday that he was going to watch a movie, but he made an appointment with Gong Ping for today because they went home for dinner, so he had to practice his kung fu well.
Jiang He didn't practice swords today, but he practiced boxing. As one goes up and down, the gap will be narrowed bit by bit. Although it is only a little bit, the victory lies in persistence.
You can't become a master if you practice martial arts for a day, and you won't be smart if you study for a day. Perseverance is king. Jiang He understands things, but he understands them better. It's like leveling. Jiang He is a full-level boss. Jian walked out of the novice village, and his skill proficiency slowly increased. As long as there was enough time, he would defeat her and carry her to the bed sooner or later.
…
It was sunny outside.
Jiang He didn't go too far, went out and turned a corner, went to the side where Gong Ping lived, and before reaching the downstairs, Gong Ping, who was wearing a blue dress, stepped on white high-heeled shoes, and said to two people over there. What, there are a few more things on the ground.
When Gong Ping saw Jiang He, she couldn't help but tiptoed. She looked in a good mood and beckoned her to come quickly.
"I bought the Guzheng!"
She pointed to the boxes on the ground and raised her eyebrows at Jiang He who came over.
"Wow!"
Jiang He exclaimed in a timely manner. Looking at her guzheng, by visual inspection, it was about the same length as her own big sword, about 1.6 meters, which was quite big.
Two masters in delivery clothes helped to carry the things up. Gong Ping and Jiang He walked in front and entered Gong Ping's house. Suddenly, a large item appeared in the clean living room, and there was also a small mahogany gift along with the zither. chair.
After paying the freight, the master who helped move things left, Gong Ping came back excitedly to adjust the guzheng, and Jiang He sat aside to watch her play with curiosity.
It's very strange, Xu Qing is free to scan videos and knead armor, she is fishing and dancing with knives and swords, Gong Ping is also free and has nothing to do, tinkering with these...
Perhaps this is how birds of a feather flock together
"Is this easy to learn?"
"It's not easy to learn, do you want to learn?"
"No, I can't learn it. Xu Qing should be very talented. He sings very well." Jiang He felt that these piano, chess, calligraphy and painting were far away from him.
Reading a book is hard enough, let alone learning to play the piano.
"Why do men learn this... By the way, you can learn it twice, and then Xu Qing can practice kung fu? You play the piano and he punches. It would be even better if he can play the sword." Gong Ping suggested.
"Too idle." Jiang He shook his head.
Thinking of Xu Qing holding the sword dance, she was a little disgusted, she didn't have any strength, and she said her hands were sore after practicing for a long time.
Gong Ping smiled, and when it comes to being free, she is no more free than the two of them. Jiang He only broadcasts live for a while at night, and she also works when she has something to do, and can only be idle when she has nothing to do.
After working for more than ten minutes, Gong Ping moved her wrists, sat on the small mahogany stool, and made a clang.
"Listen to me playing a song for you."
Then came the continuous sound.
Jiang He sat on the sofa and tilted his head. He felt that the tune was familiar, but he couldn't remember where he heard it.
"How is it?" Gong Ping asked.
"I seem to have heard of it."
"Of course I have heard of it, have you seen kung fu?"
"Oh~"
Jiang He remembered that the two blind men Xu Qing took her to watch the movie were played by this one.
It's a pity that her piano sound can't make a knife, those are all fake.
"It would be great if a knife could come out like in the movie." She felt a little regretful.
"I thought about it too. I closed my eyes and imagined that I was playing here, and those knives were whizzing." Gong Ping chuckled, and picked up the strings of the zither.
"Hey, I've heard this too!" Jiang He was familiar with this song.
"Difficult to recite." Gong Ping said.
"..."
Seeing Jiang He's puzzled expression, she reminded: "The theme song of Tianlong Babu."
Jiang He continued to wonder.
"Haven't seen it? Maybe I've heard it somewhere." Gong Ping thought for a while, but didn't care.
After playing a song, she turned her head and saw Jiang He looking at her enviously. Gong Ping asked, "Want to learn?"
"I can't learn it." Jiang He looked down at his hand, slowly clenched his fist, and made a crisp click.
With a hand used to holding a sword, it would be against harmony to think about doing this thing.
"I'll teach you, you teach me how to cook, and I teach you how to play music."
"No, I still need to read, read... I can't bear to study too much." Jiang He leaned on the sofa and lamented, it is more important to be a scholar than to play this.
Self-cultivation…
If you finish reading the book, it doesn't matter if you study it.
Gong Ping was stunned, a little afraid to say: "Are you still in school?"
"... sort of."
"What do you mean? I thought you...you..." Gong Ping felt embarrassed.
Jiang He is still a student
This is different from what she thought, live broadcast with Xu Qing every day, or go fishing with her, and teach her to cook... Such a girl is still a student? !
"No, it was Xu Qing who was thinking about letting me go to an adult university, and let me study on my own first."
Jiang He's explanation made Gong Ping heave a sigh of relief, and then she was stunned again.
"He wants you to make up your education?"
"Hmm... yes." Jiang He remembered that Xu Qing also mentioned education.
Gong Ping turned around, put her hand on the guzheng and made a soft sound, stared at Jiang He seriously, and couldn't help asking curiously: "What about you before?"
"Before what?"
"Where did you study before? High school?"
"Junior... second grade."
"??"
Gong Ping was stunned. No matter how she looked at it, she couldn't tell that Jiang He hadn't even finished junior high school. In her impression...
Well, anyway, it was a little beyond her imagination.
This is not discrimination based on academic qualifications, but Jiang He's performance in the process of getting along. He usually chats on WeChat, and when the game is not online, when he asks questions, he often answers that he is reading a book.
When fishing, I occasionally put a book in my bag, swing the fishing rod and fix it there, sit on the pony and start reading quietly.
Gong Ping finds it inconceivable that such a quiet girl who loves to read is actually a junior high school student. Although Jiang He doesn't talk much, what she says is often impressive. If Jiang He didn't say it herself, she would never have imagined it. .
"Then... what about him?"
"He is a university student, yes, he graduated from university." Jiang He looked out of the window and looked in the direction of Xu Qing's house.
"I'm curious how you two met." Gong Ping pursed her lips, suddenly a little envious, "What did he say to let you continue to school?"
"yes."
"It's a good plan for you..."
Her eyes fell on Jiang He's face, and she remembered the way Xu Qing was joking and practicing in the live broadcast room.
Forcing a girlfriend who is already able to make money from live broadcasts to study for a supplementary degree, besides being thankless, what good is it
"Speaking of which, I only saw him in the live broadcast room, and I didn't know him so close." Gong Ping said suddenly.
"Ah? Do you want to know him?" Jiang He asked.
"Uh... It's weird to think about it. That's your boyfriend. I know what to do."
Gong Ping laughed for a while, then pursed her lips, and said, "But I really want to get to know this person."
"why?"
"I'm just curious. You both live together, you both have your own jobs, and your income is not low. You cook every day or something. You are one step away from getting married, right?"
Gong Ping met Jiang He's gaze, paused and said: "I still want you to go to school, you seem to have complained that he has been forcing you to study, and now I want you to make up for your education... Does he not like your live broadcast? ?”
"Ah..." Jiang He nodded, remembering Xu Qing's attitude back then, and said, "Yes, it was at the beginning, and it was broadcast with me later."
"This man..."
"He wants me to become like him." Jiang He smiled, his eyes curved, "Make me study better."
"Why am I a little sour." Gong Ping said.
Not to mention anything else, at least this man is planning the future, not the next three to five years, but the future of the two of them, the second half of life, in his plan, the two of them should always be together.
"It's not sour, is it?"
"As for."
"Because I like it, isn't it normal?"
"The reason behind it is heart-warming." Gong Ping wrinkled her nose, got up to fill Jiang He's water glass, her white high-heeled shoes stepped on the floor, making a rattling sound, "Call him out for a stroll together? "
"What do you want to do?" Jiang He became vigilant, "He is very busy, so I don't think it is better."