Eat feet and feet during the Chinese New Year... Bah, dumplings.
Xu Qing discovered for the first time that this thing is really different from watching it on the computer.
wake up in the morning.
Looking at the curtains shining brightly in the sun, Xu Qing sat on the head of the bed and thought about how he, a master in knowledge and a real chick, suddenly became so flirtatious.
Something is wrong.
Obviously, it was normal before, and there was no strange control, but now...
Turning his eyes to the side, Jiang He's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his breathing suddenly stopped, as if he was pretending to sleep.
"Snapped!"
Xu Qing clapped his hands, and Jiang He opened his eyes instantly.
"It turns out I'm very horny."
He suddenly realized.
"..." Jiang He stared at him quietly.
"So, this is pure lust, not perversion at all."
Satisfied with this conclusion, Xu Qing climbed out of bed and prepared to wash in the face of Jiang He's strange eyes.
By the way, throw the two socks into the trash can, tie up the mouth of the trash bag, and don't plan to wash them for second use.
At night, the human body will secrete dopamine, and then the spirit will be hyperactive, and it is normal to do things that you would not normally do.
Another one is that the pervert doesn't think he is a pervert at all, and when he just woke up, he almost regarded himself as a pervert.
This proves that he is normal.
"Aren't you going to wash it?" Jiang He huddled under the quilt and stared at him packing the garbage bag with one eye, his eyes were still very strange.
What she was asking about were the two socks, Xu Qing knew it without explaining, and said calmly, "I'll buy you new ones if I want to wear them."
"Didn't you want me to wear it?" It was impossible for Jiang He to let him blame himself.
"Ah... well, buy a new one anyway."
Xu Qing went out with the garbage bag.
The little old lady who is more than a thousand years old seems to have learned something incredible-it seems normal to think about it.
For couples, it was normal, but it was not normal for him to get along with Jiang He and always think about her identity.
After staying with the little old lady for a long time, Xu Qing felt that she had led him astray. Jiang He had been studying modern culture, but he was led by Jiang He to think about things from the perspective of ancient people.
Back and forth, on the contrary, he felt unnatural.
"Going fishing today?"
After brushing her teeth and eating breakfast, Xu Qing just picked up the sword, and saw Jiang He over there packing up fishing rods, and her balance bike, which was given to her as a first-year anniversary gift, with small seedlings engraved on it.
Jiang He put the odds and ends into a small red bucket, checked whether he had forgotten anything in his bag, and said with a fishing rod, "Well, I found a good place yesterday."
"If you catch a big fish, send it to my dad and the others."
"OK."
It's very close to the National Day, when the Mid-Autumn Festival comes, bring a big fish that I caught myself, let Jiang He carry it, and when she enters the door, she will yell: Dad! I caught a fish for you!
Xu Wenbin didn't know how to react, but Xu Qing was looking forward to it anyway.
Even if you can't catch it, you can buy a big fish and catch it yourself. Anyway, it's normal for fishermen to do this kind of thing... Jiang He is already a mature fisherman.
Jiang He asked: "I saw some people releasing lives. If those people give me money, I won't go fishing directly. Wouldn't that give them merit?"
"He's not stupid, why did he give you money?"
"Don't all the monks in the temple do this? Give them money, and they will record merit for others, and I will also make a merit book for them to record."
"..."
Seems to be fine.
Xu Qing scratched his head: "Then you have to shave your hair."
"..."
"..."
"Don't look at me, I absolutely can't shave my head!"
The look in Jiang He's eyes made Xu Qing's head shudder, then Jiang He put down the fishing rod, came over to face his head for a few times, and then picked up the rod and the little red bucket again contentedly.
"I'm going out!"
Stepping on the balance bike, Jiang He, who was dressed neatly, wrapped the azure silk scarf that Xu Qing gave her around her neck, and floated towards Gong Ping's place.
Leaving Xu Qing alone to practice sword in the house, fortunately it is not as hot as summer now, and the movements are proficient, after the whole set, he is not as panting and sweating as before, and he looks like a master.
Recalling Baisi's little feet last night, he suddenly wondered if Jiang He learned from Gong Ping.
After all, that old woman would lift her skirt to lure fish when she was fishing.
Xu Qing thought for a while, moved the fat wax gourd on the sofa, turned on his computer, and watched the replay of last night's news.
Last month, he discovered that the real estate fund that had been guarding for more than half a year had quietly changed positions. He hesitated and directly cleared all of it, and then threw the money into real estate stocks by himself—within half a month, it had risen by nearly 20 points. There is a daily limit.
Xu Qing trusted the manager, but unfortunately the manager himself didn't believe in himself.
Alas ~ money.
While arranging the notes, Xu Qing thought about what to do with the current assets.
With the increase in deposits, the proportion in the stock market should also be increased accordingly, and Jiang He's deposits, you can consider teaching her to toss about the reverse repurchase of national debt, so as not to be so idle and learn from Gong Ping.
It seems to be idle every day, but what Xu Qing does is fragmented. Whether it is editing videos, or about deposits, or even the movie review that is useless and only earns a little bit of rewards, it is not necessary when you start doing it. Too much time, seemingly easy, but there is basically no free time at ordinary times. It’s just that you don’t need to go to work in a fixed position all day long. He wants Jiang He to learn it too, if possible.
Creation is like this, you have to think about it all the time, and you can make something in those few hours.
Even sitting with Uncle Zhao drinking tea and bragging, he didn't completely relax, his thinking was always running.
Before, most of the thinking time was allocated to Jiang He, but now it has been gradually withdrawn. Xu Qing put on the thermos, went out for a walk, and treated himself as an old man like a mental patient, and walked out slowly facing the sun.
The nearest police station is on Qingqing Street opposite Beiwang Road. It's not the one where Qin Hao works.
Strolling to Qingxin Street, looking left and right, Xu Qing sat on the edge of the flower bed in the green belt, looked at the gate of the police station, took a sip of water with a cup, his expression was calm, and he didn't seem guilty at all.
Even if something not so good is on his mind.
There were people coming and going on the street, and I didn't know how long he sat there. The sun was rising, and the shade of the trees could no longer cover the place where he was sitting. Xu Qing got up, and continued walking along the road while sending a message to Qin Hao.
Xu Qing: "The power to handle household registration in Jiangcheng is delegated to the police station or to the sub-bureau?"
Qin Hao: "?? Asking this suddenly, why do I think you are going to make trouble?"
Xu Qing: "Jiang He's identity has not been dealt with yet."
Qin Hao: "I almost forgot, you are finally willing to help others. Have you gone back to Zhejiang City to have a look? You must go back to Zhejiang City to look for it."
Xu Qing frowned, stopped on the street, pondered for a moment and replied: "I'll talk about that later, just ask where to do it, so as not to make a waste of time."
Qin Hao: "Branch, our side"
Seeing Qin Hao's news, Xu Qing held his phone and thought for a while.
"Are you busy recently?"
"What are you doing?" Qin Hao replied, cautiously saying, "Don't mention inappropriate things."
"It's better to pick a time when it's not so busy. It's not enough to fill in the ID card and take a photo. If you are busy, we will wait."
"You have the heart, but I'm not from the household registration department, the people over there... let me help you pay attention."
The two of you said something to each other, and Xu Qing wandered around the street holding a thermos.
He had already understood that if the household registration jurisdiction was delegated to the police station, it would not be too busy. If it was done in the branch office like now, he would even go to other departments to borrow people when he was busy.
That was what Xu Qing didn't want to see.
Jiang He's affairs, no matter if it is handled by a neat girl or an old lady, is better than that of Qin Hao and others. One more thing is worse than one less thing.
What's more, if you rely on others to relax the conditions carelessly when you are busy, it is better to rely on yourself to make sufficient preparations. With so much preparation, you may be dismissed by others when you are busy, regardless of whether it can be done or not. Only the ones prepared at the right time will work.
After all, regulations are regulations, and when it comes to actual facts, there is still a lot of room for maneuver.
Busy is worse than free.
Xu Qing raised his eyes and looked into the distance, the golden sunlight scattered through the leaves, slightly dazzling.
He is an ordinary person, and he can only do things as carefully as possible according to his own understanding. Whether it is useful or not, it is better than going head-on.
The little old lady of Tang Dynasty...
Back at the gate, Uncle Zhao looked outside under the parasol. His little grandson had already started school, and he would often come over to play with him during the summer vacation. Now that he hadn’t seen him for a while, it was strange. He could only invite Xu Qing to sit down and drink tea. .
"A young man like you is more comfortable than me?" Uncle Zhao was a little envious of smoking a cigarette. Damn it, Xu Qing is living the retirement life he has been looking forward to for so long.
This guy is carrying a thermos cup, wandering around, his girlfriend is also carrying a fishing rod, and taking his little friend on a balance bike, he drifts away. The two of them are not as idle as the two of them.
"Just looking idle."
"Actually? What are you so tired of doing?" Uncle Zhao thought it was the same, no one didn't have to go to work every day.
"In fact, I'm more idle, and I panic when I'm idle."
"..."
"Hahaha, just kidding, I'm busy when you can't see me." Xu Qing refills himself a cup of tea, blowing gently, "I'm busy even when you can see me."
"What are you busy with?"
"I was busy thinking about how to make a good-looking video, and I had to go home and do it when I figured it out."
He ran his fingers around his head twice.
"Still free." Uncle Zhao clicked his tongue and had to admit that even though some people were very powerful, their tiredness was hard for ordinary people to imagine.
Like Ma Fuhao, I regret every day that I founded Abaaba, how tired I am...
Uncle Zhao shook his head, as smart as he is, if Lao Ma wants to come over and change jobs, he won't change jobs, he's still comfortable as a security guard.
"Man, it's just this life."
"Yes, just for this lifetime." Xu Qing agreed, imitating Uncle Zhao's posture and leaning on the chair, looking at the street outside in unison.
"Look at those rich people who drive luxury cars and live in high-rise buildings. What's the use, right? The left and right are just a bed." Uncle Zhao pointed Jiangshan while smoking a cigarette.
"That's right, that's it."
"There are also beautiful women. In a few decades, they will all be old ladies. It's boring, isn't it?"
"Well, women don't mean anything at all, it doesn't matter if they look good or not." Xu Qing took a sip of water from the cup, and saw Jiang He and Gong Ping drifting over like a hot wheel from a distance.
Then he walked away with the two women.
Leaving Uncle Zhao here alone is heartbroken, young people like a good-looking face, it's over.
…
"What's the point of sitting with the old man every day?" Gong Ping looked back while holding the fishing rod, not understanding what Xu Qing was thinking.
Looking at it from a distance, it looks like the two old men sitting there.
"I'm free, I have nothing to do." Xu Qing shrugged.
"I told you to go fishing with us, but you didn't go." Jiang He said.
"I still have things to do, how can I have time to go fishing?"
"..."
"..."
Jiang He and Gong Ping rolled their eyes together, and stopped at the intersection. They put down the barrels and shared the spoils with each other, then waved their hands and went back to their respective homes.
"I gained a lot today."
Xu Qing saw the fish in the bucket. Although it was not as big as before, it was quite a bit wide enough for two people to fry a plate.
In other words, it is more suitable to fry a plate, Jiang He likes fried small fish the most.
"There was a big fish that got off the hook and ran away."
"Can you still unhook?"
"Of course I can. It doesn't mean you can keep it after eating the bait." Jiang He found that she can despise Xu Qing in terms of fishing. When she is free, she often learns some skills online. If you throw it out, you can catch it to see if you catch it, it's just for fun.
Xu Qing helped carry the fishing rod and other odds and ends, and Jiang He went home together with the small red bucket. They didn't catch any big fish, and the plan to send it to Xu Wenbin to brag about it also fell through.
Jiang He seldom mentioned about her status. She seemed to know that Xu Qing would arrange everything for her.
"I remember you said that the old lady who picked up waste told you that she picked you up in Jiangcheng, and then you were exiled in Zhejiang City. That's why you came to Jiangcheng to work, right?" Xu Qing asked suddenly.
"Ah?" Jiang He was stunned, thought for a while and said, "I didn't hear clearly, you can ask again."
"..."
Xu Qing repeated it again.
"Yes, I told you." Jiang He nodded.
The two looked at each other and laughed.
The two-finger-wide fish was cut open by Jiang He with scissors, and his fingers handled it dexterously. If a group of old ladies by the river saw it, they would definitely slap their thighs off and exclaimed, "It's a crime~"
Even the little tortoise was thrown into the river and drowned. The poor tortoise tried to climb up but was thrown in again. I don’t know what kind of magical operation it is. Sure enough, modern times are different, prosperous age... everything can happen.
Jiang He thought about the anecdotes and anecdotes he had encountered, rubbed his forehead with the back of his hand, and glanced at Xu Qing beside him.
"You sit with Uncle Zhao every day, are you helping me?"
"No, I just like to rest with them."
"What's the point?"
"That's so interesting, and it doesn't cost money. You can sit for an afternoon with a cup of tea and bask in the sun. Isn't it more comfortable than going to the riverside with a horse in your little red bucket?"
"You look like an old man from a distance."
"My hair is not white."