In the afternoon, Xu Qing put away the pliers and iron rings. The casino was not open during the Labor Day holiday, so he didn't have to keep an eye on the stock electrocardiogram. He wanted to turn his head to watch Jiang He play games, but the computer was quiet.
He picked up his phone and looked at it. Jiang He didn't send any photos to tell him about his trip. He suddenly felt a little bored. He got up and moved his body. Feeling that the weather was a little hot, he opened the tightly closed window a crack, and the air in the room didn't seem so stuffy.
Sometimes people are very strange. They have nothing to do every day, but when others are on vacation, they want to do something.
After fiddling around a bit, Xu Qing moved the electric fan out of the utility room. Then, she found a small wooden shelf to prop it up and placed it next to Jiang He's computer. After some thought, she also pulled the sofa that she usually sat on over here. This way, as long as the fan moved, both of them could enjoy the breeze.
After finishing, Xu Qing sat on the chair next to Jiang He and tried it. He could put his legs on the sofa by sitting in a half circle, and enjoy such a comfortable posture of half lying and half leaning. However, Jiang He only liked to sit cross-legged, so he felt comfortable.
Squinting and leaning for a while, he turned on the computer that Jiang He used. Xu Qing looked at the boot page and felt a little hurt.
There was a password on it.
What kind of person did they think he was? Did they think he would peek at the browsing history?
Xu Qing angrily turned off the computer, stood up and looked around. In for a penny, in for a pound, in for a pound. He moved the coffee table in the middle of the living room to the side, moved the stool away, and changed the layout of the living room. It was a lot more spacious for no reason.
In the winter, it was more crowded, and in the summer, it was more spacious, and it was more refreshing. Xu Qing had forgotten where he saw this saying, but it did feel a little better.
He took the Jiang Miao, who was next to the TV, to the window to ventilate and wipe the leaves. Before he finished, Xu Qing saw two figures, one old and one young, coming this way. When they were close, he could hear them talking. When passing by, Jiang He turned his head and saw Xu Qing looking at them with the yellow rag.
"What are you doing?"
Jiang He asked through the window through the greenery in the middle.
She was carrying her own bag and holding a pot of cactus in her hand. It was small and only the size of a fist. A blue umbrella hung on one of her fingers and a handbag hung on the other. It seemed that she had gained a lot from this trip.
"A breath of fresh air."
"Hey, will you die of exhaustion if you come out for a breath?" Cheng Yulan also saw Xu Qing's upper body exposed by the window. She found it ridiculous that he said he wanted to breathe fresh air.
Although there was a green belt outside the window, what kind of operation was opening the window while sitting in the house?
"You can breathe as soon as you open the window. Why do you want to run out?"
Xu Qing spoke eloquently. He gently wiped the yellowed cloth over the ginger leaves. When he looked up again, Jiang He and Jiang He had already turned around and left.
A moment later, the sound of a key turning came from the door. Jiang He came in through the door, closed the door, and put the cactus on the table. She looked around the living room after the change, and hung the umbrella on the hook behind the door.
"I saw a potted plant on the road. The small green one was very beautiful, but Auntie Cheng said that this cactus was radiation resistant, so I bought it for eight yuan."
Jiang He finished tidying up everything, took off her bag, and then looked left and right with the cactus. She put it on the small table where Xu Qing often used the computer, and explained to Xu Qing.
Xu Qing scratched his head and looked back at her playing with the pot of cactus. He couldn't help but ask, "Do you know what radiation is?"
"If you can't see it, it sounds terrible." Jiang He Baidu. He didn't really understand, but he still felt that it was not a good thing.
Chinese characters were very magical. Even if you didn't understand the meaning of many things, you could vaguely feel its meaning from the shape.
The word "radiation" didn't sound like a good thing.
Xu Qing didn't correct her rumor about whether the cactus could be radiation resistant. Anyway, it was just a matter of convenience. If she really cared, Baidu would tell her the truth.
"What's that?" He gestured to Jiang He's open handbag.
"I bought snacks. There are peanut cakes, dried sweet potatoes, raisins …"
Jiang He took out the snacks from the bag. They were not packaged like the ones bought in the supermarket, but they were loose. Just now, Xu Qing saw Cheng Yulan carrying the same bag. It seemed that the two of them bought it together from a roadside vendor pushing a cart.
The old man liked dried sweet potatoes very much. He put it in his mouth and waited for it to soften. One piece could be eaten for a long time. Xu Qing also liked it. He put the ginger sprouts in his hand back to its original position, then pinched a piece and threw it into his mouth. Before he opened his mouth, he saw Jiang He staring at him.
"You didn't wash your hands."
He just took the rag. Thinking about it, it was very disgusting. Xu Qing ran to wash his hands listlessly, but he didn't forget to be stubborn: "It's dirty. I won't get sick after eating it."
The dried sweet potatoes were dark and looked like they had been sunburned. At first glance, it was obvious that they were home-made, not the kind that was forcibly steamed on the assembly line and added some additives. Jiang He didn't intend to buy them at first. Later, seeing that Cheng Yulan bought a lot, he bought some.
When Xu Qing came out after drying his hands, he saw Jiang He eating the dried sweet potatoes slowly. It seemed to have poked some strange taste buds in her. She narrowed her eyes and showed a look of carefully savoring the taste.
"A broken snack made you taste so elegant." Xu Qing couldn't help complaining. Other people tasted red wine like this.
"Don't you think it's delicious?" Jiang He was a little surprised. She thought it was such an ugly thing …
She didn't expect Xu Qing to like it, nor did she expect it to be delicious. Food came in different grades, and the more expensive the better. She just bought it to taste. The result was beyond her expectations.
"It's delicious …"
Xu Qing pinched another piece and put it in his mouth. "But it's not as exaggerated as you, right?"
"I bought too little. I should have bought more. When I play games, I can put a piece in my mouth and eat it for a long time."
"I'll buy it next time I see it."
Xu Qing grabbed a handful of raisins and tilted his head to look at the way Jiang He stared at the dried sweet potatoes. He couldn't help but frown.
"You're not thinking of making a bunch of them, eating them when you play games, and then asking others to buy them, right?"
This thing was indeed more reliable than pickled vegetables. After all, no one ate pickled vegetables as a snack.
"How did you know?!" Jiang He was surprised. She felt that Xu Qing was becoming more and more like a roundworm in her stomach.
Although her stomach probably didn't have that thing.
"I … erm … this is more reliable than pickled vegetables."
Xu Qing shook his head. Dried sweet potatoes should be a memory for many people. When he was young, his grandma loved to make this thing. Her pocket would be full of them, and she would eat a piece when she was free.
If he really wanted to make this, he could say that he made it himself. Not only would he not need to sell pickled vegetables, but he could also mail it directly. He didn't need to go through Taobao. He just needed to add his WeChat message. It was also much easier to sell snacks than pickled vegetables.
At the thought of this, Xu Qing pinched a handful of raisins and put them in his mouth. "If you want to make it, then make it. But I won't help you."
"Oh."
"This won't make much money, but if you can find a way to sell it, it will be a very successful experience."
Jiang He didn't say anything. She threw the raisins into her mouth. The sour raisins were different from the sweet ones she ate during the New Year. They tasted better.
It was also different from the taste of cake. Eating cake was happiness, and eating this was happiness. Anyway, it was very pleasant.
She rarely spent money on things. At most, she would buy some yogurt drinks at the supermarket. Now she realized that there were so many good things hidden by the roadside. Xu Qing had never bought them before.
"Open your mouth."
Jiang He saw that Xu Qing ate a handful of raisins in two bites like a piglet. He held one and said.
Xu Qing had already sat back in front of the window. When he heard the sound, he turned around and opened his mouth.
Jiang He gently tossed the raisin across the living room and into his mouth.
"This is fun!"
Xu Qing didn't expect it to be so accurate. "I want to eat dried sweet potatoes."
"Open your mouth."
The dried sweet potatoes floated across the living room again.
"What else do you want?" Jiang He also found it interesting. He picked up the peanut cake and asked, "Do you want this?"
"No." Xu Qing shook his head.
"You don't want it?"
"It feels like feeding a dog."
"Ahem … ahem …" Jiang He choked and couldn't help laughing.
"Come, have the last one."
"I don't want it."
"Come on, I'll throw it away!"
Jiang He held a piece of dried sweet potato and gestured. Xu Qing shrugged and had to open his mouth to enjoy the female hero's feeding service.
Looking at Xu Qing's helpless face, Jiang He shook his hair and had an indescribable feeling in his heart.
The past, the future, and the present, time and space seemed to be blurred at this moment. The clear boundaries disappeared. Xu Qing had been sitting there waiting for her.
The person sitting by the window seemed to be fated to be the one.
"I'm going to cook."
Jiang He threw the raisins in his hand into his mouth and stood up.
"Okay."
Xu Qing answered and leaned on the window sill to look outside. The night had just fallen. The street lights had not been turned on yet. The evening wind blew slowly, giving a cool feeling.
Jiang He, who said she was going to cook, didn't go to the kitchen. Instead, she came behind him silently, which scared Xu Qing. "Why don't you make a sound when you walk?"
"Hug me."
"Uh?"
Xu Qing was stunned and pulled her into his arms, not knowing what was going on.
Jiang He closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She looked up at Xu Qing. "Can I get married with an ID card?"
All the encounters in the world were reunion after a long separation. Now she understood what it felt like.
The light in the living room had not been turned on, but Xu Qing saw her eyes shining.
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