The curtains were drawn, and the afterglow of the setting sun was blocked outside the window. The living room was quiet, and it was not dark in the day.
"If you learn how to make milk tea, we can even make milk tea at home. We just need to walk around the neighborhood, and then come back to have milk tea, watch movies, and eat."
Xu Qing left the window and went to the fridge to get some snacks. He brought two boxes of yogurt and placed them on the table with the dried fruits.
"The key is the sense of ceremony. Life needs a sense of ceremony, and it is not about fooling around. Experience a different life, and when you remember those memories, you will remember them.
Look, if we do everything at home, and our son asks us how we started dating, will we just stay at home and talk about it? That will not work. There will be interesting things outside. For example, I saw two people kissing in the corner of the cinema. That is an interesting thing, and it is also a memory node. It will not be easy to forget. "
"What son?" Jiang He's attention was attracted by the word 'son'.
This guy finally exposed his big tail.
"Son is not the point. The point is the memory. How does that song go again?
The worst thing is not that you can't forget the sad memories, but that you can't remember those sad memories anymore … "
Xu Qing hummed a song softly as he searched for a movie to watch on the computer. It was not troublesome at all to teach the ancients how to date. Instead, it was very interesting.
If watching a movie was only for the sake of watching a movie, it did not matter where you watched it. But in modern society, there were too many meanings attached to all kinds of activities. For young people, these meanings were even more important than the activities themselves.
Just like various festivals, such as the Mid-Autumn Festival, the Dragon Boat Festival, and the Double Ninth Festival, they were all for family reunions and the feeling of missing each other, not for eating dumplings and mooncakes. Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Valentine's Day were for giving gifts and having sex … Halloween was for putting on makeup and having sex.
"Do you want to watch a story about a gorilla standing on the top of the Empire State Building and shooting planes for a woman?"
“？”
Jiang He was still thinking about his son, and when he heard Xu Qing's words, a question mark appeared in his head.
"Hmm … It is too immersive abroad, and it is a different species. Never mind."
Xu Qing sat in front of the computer and searched for a movie. Now, Jiang He had completely understood what kind of existence movies were. Even if she watched Journey to the West, she would not be surprised that there really were immortals and monsters, and that there really were Kings of Hell. The range of choices had become much wider. It was just that she could not get the point of some prank movies. To her, it was not as interesting as the novelty of a mythical movie.
Jiang He sat on the sofa while munching on melon seeds. After waiting for a while, he felt uncomfortable sitting down, so he took off his shoes and crossed his legs on the sofa. He continued to munch on melon seeds as if he was meditating. This posture was much more comfortable than crossing his legs.
When she was at home, she usually wore slippers and often sat like this. In the face of everything in the modern world, she still retained some of her habits. Xu Qing did not correct her. This posture was also used by many people in the modern world. Lying down, sitting cross-legged … As long as it was comfortable, there was no need to correct other people's sitting posture. As long as it was not too rude when there were guests, it was fine.
Jiang He did it very well. When there were guests, she never showed her little feet. She would put her knees together, put her hands on her legs, and sit upright. She looked like a gentle and virtuous lady. She would only sit cross-legged when she was alone. When she was with Xu Qing, even if she sat cross-legged, she would carefully hide her feet under her legs.
"Frozen, the door of rebirth!"
Xu Qing finally decided on a movie. He got up from the computer and told her the title. When he turned around, he saw Jiang He bending down to hide her shoes under the sofa.
"What are you doing?"
"Ah? I am watching a movie. "
"The movie hasn't started yet." Xu Qing looked at the screen with a blank expression. He walked over and dragged out the shoes she had hidden under the table. Under Jiang He's panicked eyes, he lifted them with his hand.
"What do you think I will do to your shoes?"
"I … I don't know."
The little white shoes were held in Xu Qing's hand. Jiang He's heart was pounding. Her toes curled up and then uncurled. She did not know what this guy was going to do.
How could someone have such a strange hobby …
Seeing Xu Qing put her shoes on the shoe rack at the door and then came back with the slippers, she was relieved. If Xu Qing did something strange to her shoes, she really did not know how to satisfy him. Did she have to buy a lot of shoes and wear them every day?
"I repeat, I don't like shoes. Please don't think about those messy things."
"Well, I know."
"What the hell do you know!"
Xu Qing squeezed to her side grumpily. He did not want to show that he was hiding something.
The more he explained, the worse it would get. She could only let Jiang He find out that he was not a shoe fetish. He bought high heels because he wanted to see her in them, not because he liked the shoes themselves.
White Gourd was full of cat food and lazily lay down in front of the computer. Xu Qing picked it up and gave it to Jiang He to hold, so that it would not block their sight or step on the keyboard and disturb them from watching the movie.
The Gate of Rebirth was also a story about a time travel. Strictly speaking, it was not a time travel, but a time travel. Like Captain America, he was frozen for more than 400 years. He was dug out in modern times. After the ice melted, he woke up and came to modern times from the Ming Dynasty.
The Ming Dynasty was only 400 years ago. Thinking about it in this way, the development was quite fast.
It was a very ordinary popcorn movie. Except for the jokes made by He Ying, played by Zhen Zidan, the other three people were very smart, even smarter than Jiang He. They quickly accepted the reality that they came to hundreds of years later and integrated into the society. Wang Baoqiang also learned some Western languages.
Ren Dahua's character, the boss of the Embroidered Uniform Guards, understood his situation in an extremely short amount of time. Then, by chance, he met a modern police officer who looked very similar to him. He made the modern version of himself disappear and replaced him. With his own skills, he was promoted to a modern inspector.
In comparison, Jiang He was too weak.
"This way …"
When Jiang He saw the part where Ren Dahua got his identity, his eyes suddenly widened.
"It's hard to find someone who looks like you. Even if you find one, you can't kill him and replace him." Xu Qing did not have to think to know what she was thinking.
"The crimes you committed in the Tang Dynasty are not in the modern time. But now that you are in the modern time, don't think about killing people …" He said very seriously, "And this is just a movie. Some parts are natural and reasonable. If it is in reality, too many details can't be implemented."
"Oh."
Jiang He gave up the plan. Watching the people in the movie, he finally remembered that a movie was a movie, and reality was reality.
If he fought like Zhen Zidan in reality, the police would soon come. The fight between Xu Qing and the shameless dog called Liangzi was not a fight. It even attracted the police. If he really fought, the consequences would be more serious.
If he fought the police …
"Bang!"
On the computer screen, Wang Baoqiang kicked a police officer and wanted to chase him and kick him again.
"If it was in reality, would he be shot?" Jiang He asked Xu Qing.
"…"
Xu Qing seriously thought about the scene where Jiang He kicked Qin Hao three meters away and the consequences.
"Not immediately, but going to jail is inevitable. If you don't want to go to jail, you can only continue to fight, and then you will be shot."
"I don't want to go to jail."
"So you will be shot."
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