Girls in love were usually a little stupid. This made Xu Qing a little confused as to whether Jiang He was naturally stupid or if she was in love with the person she liked and automatically became stupid.
Jiang He didn't go to school. He knew this very well and tried his best to understand how people who didn't go to school thought.
The accountant that Jiang He mentioned sounded very cultured, but at most, he taught her how to read.
Xu Qing had been helping Jiang He, intentionally or unintentionally, fill in the blanks regarding her position, self-awareness, and knowledge of the outside world. Fortunately, even if she had never received a systematic education, she was usually logical and organized, which was very rare.
This should be thanks to the Second Mother. Although she was old-fashioned, she wasn't stupid.
The real stupid people didn't use their brains, or they didn't know how to think. Xu Qing had seen a lot when he was working part-time in university. The deepest impression was when he was helping to sell tickets in bumper cars. There was someone who wouldn't move. When he told her to turn the steering wheel, she kept turning. When he told her to turn back, she kept turning in the opposite direction. She didn't care which way the car was going, she just kept turning.
It was hard to communicate with her and she couldn't understand what others said. She didn't know if she was too lazy to think or she didn't know how to think. Anyway, after that part-time job, Xu Qing began to understand why so many people would fall for the stupid scams on the news.
After playing the game for a while, Jiang He let go of the keyboard and placed the wax gourd on his lap to the side. Then, he got up and went to the table to open the bag of books. After choosing from the newly bought books for a moment, he pulled out "The Weakness of Humanity" and flipped through it a few times.
After reading the table of contents, she felt that this book was very suitable for her. She sat back in her seat and began to read seriously with it in front of her chest.
Jiang He stopped playing games and started to read … Xu Qing was a little happy at the way she was reading quietly.
"Reading is good."
"What's good about it?" Jiang He had just turned two pages and hadn't gotten the point yet.
"If you don't read, you're worse than a pig."
Xu Qing casually said a proverb, and Jiang He was beaten into a pig. This made Jiang He secretly clench his teeth.
"If there were no words, I reckon we would still be savages with leaves around our waists, screaming all day long.
Books are the foundation of inheritance. For those things that are passed down by word of mouth, other than the core skills, the rest are quickly lost. It's difficult to even skip generations. Only written words can accumulate the achievements of the generations. Whether it's good or bad, they're all experiences and lessons for future generations to learn from. "
In the primitive society before the emergence of written language, there were some people in the tribe who specialized in singing epics and legends. If the people who could sing epics all died, the historical records would be interrupted. They could only wait for a new epics to appear and start again.
Not only could humans communicate through words that transcended time and space, but they could also pass on a large amount of culture. Words could also give form to one's thoughts, allowing them to remain in time and space, allowing them to repeatedly ponder and deepen the depth of one's thinking.
Only with words could the continuation and accumulation of civilization be ensured. This was also the dividing point between the primitive society and the civilized society. Xu Qing was very happy for her to develop a hobby of reading.
"The heaven, the earth, the ruler, and the teacher. The ruler can unite the whole group and fight with others for territory to live a stable life. The 'teacher' is the bearer of the fire of civilization, dispelling ignorance, enlightening education, accumulating from generation to generation, innovating from generation to generation, and finally standing on the shoulders of the predecessors to climb higher and further."
Listening to Xu Qing's familiar tone, Jiang He's eyebrows twitched twice, and he said, "Are you going to say that you're my teacher, and then …"
"You have to be more respectful to me. The title of teacher … is very noble." Xu Qing smiled and said, "Call me Teacher Xu."
"Can … can a teacher and a disciple get married?" In Jiang He's heart, being in a relationship was equivalent to marriage — to be precise, it should be equivalent to being a fiancé.
"Well … it's so exciting when you say it like that."
Xu Qing's fingers on the keyboard paused for a while, "It's just a title, more like a joke. For example, some couples like to call each other 'daddy' in bed."
？？？
Jiang He couldn't read the book anymore, and he stared at Xu Qing with his eyes wide open, with a look of disbelief, "What kind of weird hobby is this?"
"It's really weird. I just said it. It's good to know that such a thing exists."
Call him 'daddy' … he didn't dare to think about it. Jiang He was so ashamed and angry that he might stab a hole in him with a sword.
"It's just the fun of the boudoir. People enjoy themselves behind closed doors. You and I are consenting, and it doesn't interfere with other people's business … You can't interfere even if you want to."
"I …"
Jiang He opened his mouth and suddenly realized something.
Who wants to discuss the fun of the boudoir with him? Neither of them are married, and this person wants her to have a child!
She blushed and lowered her head to read, not wanting to talk to him.
Xu Qing typed on the keyboard for a while, then stopped to look at Jiang He, who was engrossed in her book. He didn't disturb her, and continued to read the movie on the computer.
"Journey to the West: The Exorcist" was the work of Stephen Chow, who retired behind the scenes. When it was first released, there was a lot of criticism, saying that the jokes were old, the ideas and expression lacked depth, and so on. It won the box office but lost the reputation, but after a few years, it was surprisingly good.
He didn't know whether it was because he was in the same industry, or because time had made his eyes more forgiving.
Xu Qing read at double speed, then again at quadruple speed. He had nothing to do, so he decided to do a series of movie reviews of Stephen Chow. He planned to make arrangements first, and then release it together with his new movie.
Since he retired behind the scenes, this was Xu Qing's favorite movie — the other movies were really hard to describe.
"What are you reading?"
The blush on Jiang He's face had faded. She flipped through half of the book, not really understanding, and felt a little tired, so she stretched and squeezed to Xu Qing's side.
She liked this kind of life, the two of them in the living room, she doing her work, and Xu Qing sitting on the other side, doing his own work. When she was tired and had nothing to do, she could see him when she looked up, and she could squeeze with him on the sofa with just a few steps.
"A derivative story of Journey to the West." Xu Qing said casually, "Have you finished the book?"
"No, it looks very complicated."
"Complicated?"
Xu Qing glanced at the book she had put away, thought for a moment, and nodded. "It is indeed a bit complicated for you."
"I feel that you are looking down on me." Jiang He looked at him.
"I am just stating a fact."
"I am very smart, but … but …"
"You are just not used to it yet, I understand."
"…"
Jiang He sat cross-legged and stopped talking, staring at the computer screen, watching him work.
The computer was divided into three small screens, the movie window on the left, and two Word documents on the right, side by side.
The one at the top was Xu Qing's densely packed handwriting. He casually expressed his feelings and then organized them into a movie review. The one at the bottom was an essay of inspiration. When he saw a scene that could be linked with other movies or inspired a good idea, he would record it down. The text inside was slightly messy. It could be a movie title plus a time, or it could be a long line of thoughts. There were even several movie titles that were put together in the form of words.
This was Xu Qing's personal habit, and Jiang He could not understand it, but when he glanced at it, a complete picture would appear in his mind, and after a little editing and polishing of the details, he would have the material for the next episode.
"This female lead is very similar to you, especially violent, grabbing people and beating them half to death if there is a disagreement."
Jiang He looked at the computer with dissatisfaction, obviously not at all, "I am not that talkative."
"It is not about the looks, but the style …"
"I have not hit anyone before."
"You have hit a thief, and you could not move after one hit, and you almost fainted, and you even held back your strength."
Xu Qing smelled the faint fragrance coming from Jiang He's body and looked at her. "Can I touch your calf?"
Jiang He's gently swaying body suddenly stopped, and she stared at the computer as if she did not hear anything.
After a moment of silence, she stole a glance at Xu Qing and asked hesitantly. "Why do you want to touch my calf?"
"You can touch my thigh if you agree."
"…"
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