Xu Wenbin had studied history for half of his life, digging holes and digging up dead people. Xu Qing was not interested in that stuff.
He liked a live one, with soft little lips …
"Antiques?"
Qin Maocai almost laughed out loud. Like antiques … It was better to say that she liked money. "Old Xu likes antiques because he likes to study them. You like them because …"
"I also like to study." Xu Qing rubbed Jiang He's little hand twice and said confidently.
"Ahem … Okay, you also like to study."
What the hell could she study?
Jiang He thought for a while before she remembered what antiques were. Feeling the temperature of Xu Qing's hand under the table, she realized that she was the one being studied. She quietly squeezed his hand hard.
"Hiss …"
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, nothing."
After sitting in the Qin family for more than half an hour, they got up and said goodbye after a refill of tea. Qin Maocai sat in the living room and rested for a while. He looked through the TV with the remote control. There was no good program, so he turned it off and turned to the balcony to lie on the rocking chair.
The afternoon sun was slanting. From the balcony, he could see the two people walking out of the corridor. Xu Qing stood downstairs and looked up. Qin Maocai was waving his hand with a fan. Xiongba was quietly lying in the cage, accompanying the old man.
"I am not an antique."
Jiang He thought that antiques were all very old bottles and jars. She was not old, but very young. She was 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 created a new word.
"You just learned to make jokes." Xu Qing skipped the topic of the current director of antiques. Anyway, Jiang He was Jiang He. Except for her vigorous steps, she was not much different from an ordinary girl.
He put his fingers through Jiang He's fingers, interlocked with hers, and shook his arm. "You have made great progress. As a reward, you can kiss me here."
"Here?"
Jiang He turned her head and looked around. They were still in the neighborhood, and it was broad daylight. She would never do something so … lecherous in front of everyone.
"I don't want it. You're trying to trick me again."
"I'm not lying to you. I'm just stating the facts."
The afternoon was very long. Since the two of them had come out, they didn't go back immediately. Instead, they took a leisurely walk around Xu Wenbin's place.
It was hard for Jiang He to understand the term "shopping" at first. Other than bringing her to familiarize herself with the outside world, it seemed to have no other use. However, Xu Qing enjoyed it very much and said that it was a couple's activity.
After leaving the neighborhood, they turned right. After walking for more than ten minutes, there was a traffic light intersection. It was called the "Big Wheel" by the people of Jiang City. Because it had several intersections, there was a large circular green space in the middle, and the traffic had to go around it.
At such a large intersection, the road was much wider than where they lived. Jiang He followed beside Xu Qing. She raised her left hand to cover her forehead to block the sun. She squinted her eyes and looked up at the traffic light and the surveillance camera.
"It has a blind spot, right?"
"What?" Xu Qing didn't react to her sudden question.
"The surveillance camera should have a blind spot, right? It's like taking pictures with a mobile phone. "
"Yes … There must be, but it's very rare. The blind spot of this surveillance camera may be covered by another surveillance camera, so it's difficult to judge whether it's a real blind spot or a fake one."
Xu Qing looked away from the traffic light and fell on Jiang He's face. "Why do you ask this?"
"I think it's very magical." Jiang He said.
She stared at the surveillance camera for a moment and then looked around. "Sometimes it feels like a dream."
"You can dream of these things?"
"I can't dream of them."
Of course, he couldn't dream of them. If he could dream of them … Xu Qing didn't know what would happen. Just thinking about it made him feel that he couldn't accept it.
Although time travel was very shocking, the world was big and full of strange things. He could barely get used to it, but if there were more strange things, he would have to wonder if the world was doomed.
Or maybe it was a third-rate story written by an artist … like the story of Hirata in the Funny Anime Hikari.
After crossing the road, Jiang He tightened her grip on his hand. She looked like she had something to say, but there were other pedestrians nearby, so she had to hold back. She waited until they were far away before she leaned closer to Xu Qing and whispered, "Is that a beggar?"
Xu Qing followed her gaze. There was a very thick dirty quilt under a billboard, and a dirty person was sitting on it. His upper body was lying on the ground, and his head was buried deep. There was a plastic box in front of him, and there were some scattered cash inside.
"That … should be."
"What do you mean by should?" Jiang He was confused.
Based on her long-term observation and what Xu Qing said, this should be a place where one could eat and wear warm clothes as long as they worked hard. Beggars shouldn't exist here.
Unless …
She couldn't help but look back, and she felt inexplicably nervous.
"Did you have a Beggar Gang back then?" Xu Qing was suddenly curious. The legendary Gang Leader Qiao Hong Qigong or something … Oh, that was not the same era.
But the Beggar Gang always had a special feeling for people who liked martial arts novels.
"Beggars are beggars. There is no gang."
Jiang He shook her head, frowned slightly, and recalled, "But I heard that in rich places, beggars would fight for territory and exclude outsiders …"
She wasn't sure about what she had heard, so she only said a few words, and then continued to ask, "Is that the Beggar Gang … Is there a gang?"
"I'm not sure. There will always be beggars, because no one can predict natural or man-made disasters." Xu Qing shrugged, "But when the standard of living is high, there will be more fake beggars."
"Fake beggars?"
"There is a saying that the poor will cheat the rich, and the rich will have a conscience. When there are many people with a conscience, there will be lazy people who pretend to be beggars and make use of other people's love to make profits. They pretend to be poor on the street during the day, and when they change their clothes at night, they will be richer than you and me, and have a good life …"
Xu Qing explained to her slowly, and looked back in that direction, and said, "So I said it should be, but it might not be. Who knows?"
"It's a bit complicated." Jiang He thought for a while and then understood Xu Qing's words. She was slightly relieved, "I thought that without an identity …"
"You will be taken home as a wife."
"…"
Jiang He didn't have much compassion for the beggars. Although she knew that life was hard, she was still living under someone else's roof. Every day, she had to think hard about how to make a living for herself. If she wanted to help, the most she could do was to take a bun from her breakfast to help those who were suffering from hunger and cold. Obviously, the beggar just now was not one of them. The money in the plastic box was worth several days of moving bricks.
"If you feel sorry for her, we can buy a few buns and send them to her, but we can't give her money." Xu Qing didn't know what to think of, and he smiled, "But we don't have to watch her finish eating. Maybe someone just sent them to her."
"No, there is so much money in her bowl. If she is hungry, she can buy it herself."
"You can see it so clearly?"
"People who practice martial arts must have good eyesight. I can stand here and smash her box with a dart." Jiang He estimated the distance with her eyes, and she was very confident about her skills.
"Why did you hit her box?"
"I didn't hit her. I just gave an example."
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