My Wife Came From A Thousand Years Ago

Chapter 73: Night raid

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Finished watching the movie without a hitch.

Except for the time when Xu Qing and her instilled the core values of modernist society in the middle of the thief, there was no more comparisons in the rest of the time, and he only explained when Jiang He asked.

Take your time, don't rush.

Xu Qing comforted herself, and gave her the computer. Dean caressed and started it, and then went to the side to write a movie review on her mobile phone.

Old films, it’s useless to write or not, no one will watch it, and he doesn’t plan to send it out, but since he decided to do it, he started to make it seriously, as a practice.

This is a good habit, no matter what it is unintentionally, you have to plant it in order to have a chance to germinate. People who don't buy lottery tickets can't even win two dollars.

In the brightly lit living room, only the screams of goblins could be heard from time to time. Xu Qing was sitting on the sofa typing on his mobile phone, and looked up at Jiang He from time to time. round of game journey.

Tang Dynasty girls play games here, very harmonious.

The night outside is dark, and through the window, you can see the sparse stars dotted in the distant sky, which gives you a feeling of tranquility.

"After playing for a while, it's time to sleep."

Xu Qing, who had written a 2,000-word long essay, stretched and stood up. After a word of reminder, she went back to her room to find pajamas and prepare to take a bath.

This day was really tiring, just waiting for Jiang He to figure it out in the afternoon, he didn't know how many results were deduced and how much preparation he made in his head.

It took a lot of brain cells to talk to her at length.

It can be regarded as stable.

Jiang He heard him go into the room, and after a while, he came out and walked into the bathroom to close the door. He was relieved, and his straight back also bent slightly.

The surface is calm, but the heart is panicked.

She was always worried that Xu Qing would pull her to say what she likes, what about I like you...

She didn't know how to respond at all, what she said in the afternoon made her a little confused now.

"correct."

Xu Qing suddenly poked his head out from the bathroom, and Jiang He immediately sat upright and stared at the computer seriously.

"You'd better put more effort into the simplified characters, although the sentence is understandable, it's still not so convenient.

I bought a set of books for learning pinyin, and when you arrive in a few days, you should also study hard. After you learn it, you can use the keyboard to type. "

"I see."

"You should have agreed, I understand, thank you young man." Xu Qing entertained himself, not paying attention to her indifference.

It's not right to say that he is cold, it should be that he is not good at communication.

The water flowed down from the top of his head, and he hummed a song to apply shampoo and shower gel on himself, looking forward to his future life.

If you are not good at communicating, you are not good at communicating, and modern people are not all talkers—although it would be cute to have a talker attribute, but it is also very good now.

Successfully hugged twice, achievement point +1.

There is a sense of strategy.

After taking a shower and staring at the mirror for a while, Xu Qing put on her pajamas and came out to close the door to prevent the bathroom from getting too hot.

"I won't wash my hair today." Jiang He said in advance.

"Ah? Oh...then you go to bed early."

After blowing her hair, Xu Qing put away the hair dryer, looked left and right to see if there was nothing wrong, and prepared to go back to her room after a few instructions.

Although I still want to stay in the living room and talk to Jiang He for a while, but it's not good to talk too much, and it's too much to mention whether she likes it or not, and she should leave some room for her own thinking.

"Good night, Heroine."

"Good night, Xu Qing."

Jiang He checked that it was only nine o'clock, hesitated for a moment and did not go back to his room to practice, but continued to fight the goblins with the keyboard.

At half past ten, she turned off the game and looked at the door of Xu Qing's room, opened Baidu and started asking questions.

night.

The moonlight is cold.

Xu Qing was sleeping soundly on the bed, the quilt was wrapped tightly around her body, with one leg stretched out, she didn't think it was cold.

The doorknob of the room moved slightly, and then opened silently. Jiang He sneaked in sneakily, stood in front of the bed and listened for a moment, holding his breath, making sure that he was breathing smoothly and not waking up, and then moved towards the bedside.

like? dislike

She squatted down slightly and looked at Xu Qing's face carefully, only a rough outline could be seen in the dark environment.

After a long time.

Jiang He stood up again, looked around his room, couldn't see anything clearly, hesitated for a moment, bent down, and got closer to Xu Qing, as if sensing something, then sneaked out, very carefully Close the door.

The room was quiet again, as if nothing had happened.

"Morning."

Waking up early in the morning, Xu Qing and Jiang He, who didn't realize it, opened the door of the room at the same time, said hello, and then opened the door to practice their own skills.

I don’t know if I don’t practice. I am startled when I practice. I can’t tell whether it is a psychological effect or an illusion. After practicing the piles, I am full of energy every morning.

It may also be because Jiang He is practicing swords on the opposite side.

But he just wanted to put the credit on the pile, and tried his best to believe that it was a top-notch exercise, so it would not be a problem to strengthen his body and prolong his life.

"Can you spit out white mist? I heard that when you practice kung fu and take a deep breath, you will spit out white mist..."

Xu Qing always felt that her kung fu was not as simple as she thought. This small body broke the tree...

Tibetan clumsiness must be Tibetan clumsiness.

"White fog?" Listening to his description, Jiang He glanced out the window, "It's fine outside."

"Outside... I can do it too."

Who wouldn't like it in the winter.

"I mean that kind of internal energy, like Tang Zichen, is very solid, and it can be blown out when you exhale."

"Who is Tang Zichen?"

"Wang Chao's master, you don't know him."

Xu Qing waved his hand, closing his posture and exhaling in one go, ending the day's practice, "I will show you the novels when I have a chance, but I can't do it now, too many complicated things will affect your learning and understanding of the real modern times."

"..."

"Do you want to say: you know I don't know you?" Xu Qing asked, looking at her.

Jiang He raised his eyebrows in surprise, what's wrong with this man? I know what she will think and I still have to say it, and after I finish speaking, I still have to ask her if she thinks so...

"Just say what you want, it's called spitting, and it doesn't look so serious when you learn to swear."

"Tucao?" Jiang He learned another new word.

"Yes, it's just complaining, it's a way of life, just like when I was an up, I often complained about the unreasonable and unreasonable things about those costume movies...

Anyway, when you should complain, you should complain, and when you should be serious, you will look more, more... Anyway, it's good, just say what you want. "

Xu Qing has never studied psychology, but he has his own way. People who can complain are always easier than those who are always serious.

Expressing ideas is also a kind of communication, which is conducive to bringing the relationship between the two closer.

"Easy life... You didn't sleep well last night? Why do you look a little tired?" He came out and got closer only to find that Jiang He's face was tired.

"I slept a little late last night." Jiang He turned his head nonchalantly.

Actually didn't sleep all night.