Xu Wenbin sat in the car and felt that something was missing.
He was a little bloated after eating a big melon …
Jiang He is a tramp … No, a tramp girl? That's not right. What should I call it?
According to what Xu Qing said, Xu Wenbin, who had lived in Jiangcheng for a long time, felt that there had not been such a thing for 800 years. After all, his hometown was remote and there were roads in the mountains and valleys, and now the construction was very good — that area was really poor in the past.
With a background like Jiang He's, the probability of her being a god was much higher than what Xu Qing said. Maybe she ran away from home, or for some other reason, sold her ID, and then made up a story to confuse Xu Qing … At that time, when he heard Xu Qing say it, he felt that it was not possible.
Xu Qing's brain was as sharp as a melon. If he was cheated, Xu Wenbin would rather believe that he abducted the introverted and lonely girl into his home and ruined her.
Bah!
Beast.
Fingers tapping on the steering wheel, Xu Wenbin pondered for a long time before finally starting the car and turning back to his neighborhood.
When he arrived downstairs and parked the car, he did not go up. When he arrived at Qin Maocai's house, Qin Maocai had just finished eating and washed the dishes. He was sitting on the sofa and pinching his chainmail.
"Old Xu?"
"I came to ask Little Haozi something."
Xu Wenbin saw the way Qin Maocai pinched his chainmail and felt a headache. If it was not for the fact that Xu Qing looked similar to him, he would often doubt his life.
Qin Hao was pacing slowly around the bed in the room. He heard two people talking outside and then saw Xu Wenbin coming in. He held his stomach and pulled the stool away, "Uncle, what's the matter?"
"Uh …"
Xu Wenbin opened his mouth but did not know what to say for a moment. He pushed his glasses and sat down. He thought for a moment and said, "Do you know that Qing Zi has a girlfriend?"
"Ah, I know."
"How much do you know? Tell me. "
"I know … not much." Qin Hao hesitated.
"How much is not much?"
"Uncle, what do you want to ask? Just ask."
Xu Wenbin frowned. "Stop hemming and hawing. You look like you're in trouble! Tell me honestly. "
"Just, just …"
Qin Hao pondered. He couldn't figure out what Xu Wenbin had discovered. He clutched his stomach and sat on the bed. His eyes darted around and looked out of the window, which made Xu Wenbin even more suspicious.
"He abducted an ignorant girl from outside and brought her home to do whatever he wanted …" Xu Wenbin said slowly.
"Ah? Qin Hao was shocked.
"Isn't it?"
"…" Qin Hao pondered for a moment. It didn't seem to be a problem. He hadn't thought about it before.
"Hurry up and tell me what's going on!"
Xu Wenbin was getting impatient.
"That little girlfriend. She's quite … dumb and looks like a fool." Qin Hao tried hard to recall Jiang He whom he had met a few times. "She doesn't like to talk, and … and …"
He hesitated for a moment and simply gave up. "She has no identity. That time, he said he was his sister. Later, he said he met her outside. At first, he wandered around and later worked in an illegal factory. Then, they met and …"
After rambling for a while, Xu Wenbin fell into deep thought.
This matched what Xu Qing had said.
"Looks like a fool?" Xu Wenbin recalled carefully. At first, she did seem … a little dumb, like an autistic child.
"I've only met her a few times. I just feel that she speaks very strangely." Qin Hao scratched his head. He couldn't tell what that feeling was.
He looked at Xu Wenbin's expression and paused for a moment. "According to what Xu Qing said, she has lived a miserable life since she was young. It's normal for her to be introverted … In fact, there's nothing wrong with the logic. It's just that her household registration is a bit troublesome. If she runs away from home, it'll be easy to settle it. Like what Xu Qing said … it shouldn't be a problem for her to register as a collective household. In theory, it's like that. I haven't done it in practice, so I asked someone. "Qin Hao felt that Xu Wenbin came because he found out about Jiang He … and that was indeed the case.
"Oh, that's fine. I'm just worried …"
"Worried that he's kidnapped a little girl of unknown origin?" Qin Hao asked.
"…"
"Actually …" Being stared at by Xu Wenbin, Qin Hao bit the bullet and said, "I've urged him to help that girl. He said that he might break up with her someday, so it wouldn't be so troublesome."
Xu Wenbin frowned and nodded after a moment. "Anything else?"
"Nothing else …"
"Well, how's your recovery?" Xu Wenbin changed the topic.
"Fortunately, I recovered quickly. I didn't hurt my vital parts. I just lost a little blood."
"Then take good care of yourself. You did a good job." Xu Wenbin gave him a thumbs up. "You're a good Samaritan. I still have the newspaper about your case."
"It's my duty. It's my duty. It's all thanks to Qing Zi. Otherwise, I'd be lying there."
Qin Hao waved his hand modestly and said a few polite words. Xu Wenbin didn't stay any longer. He came out and touched the chainmail made by Qin Maocai.
"What did you ask?" Qin Maocai looked up and asked.
"Nothing … It takes a lot of effort to make this, right?"
"That's because I broke it open and fastened it one by one."
"Let me try it when it's done." Xu Wenbin knocked on the iron ring with his finger.
"Go find little Qing Zi. He's almost done."
"You're still so stingy."
"You're not wearing your son's but you're wearing mine. Are you sick? Are you crazy? "Qin Maocai yelled.
"… Let's go. I still have work to do."
Coming downstairs, Xu Wenbin's eyes were blinded by the fierce sunlight. He raised his hand to cover his forehead, paused for a moment, and walked back to his home. When he got home, Zhou Suzhi had already eaten. There were leftover dishes on the dining table, which were still a little warm.
"Why are you so late? What did you do at Qing Zi's place? "
"Nothing. I was delayed by something."
Xu Wenbin picked up the chopsticks and put them on the table. Then he picked up the bowl and began to eat.
On the way, Zhou Suzhi called to urge him, but he only said he would come back later.
After eating a few mouthfuls of the half-cold food, he suddenly asked, "What do you think of Jiang He?"
"He's good."
Zhou Suzhi sat on the sofa and watched TV. She was peeling an apple in her hand. She paused and wondered, "What's wrong?"
"Do you think … he was very introverted before?"
"Well, he didn't like to talk, but he's much better now. He talked a lot with me last time. He's afraid of strangers."
"Afraid of strangers …"
"Didn't little Qing Zi say that Jiang He didn't have it easy before? He didn't have many friends. He's just a little bit of a friend. He'll be fine after he gets to know him."
"Well."
Xu Wenbin didn't say anything more. He quickly finished his meal, put down the bowl in the kitchen sink, and went straight to the study.
Zhou Suzhi wasn't surprised. Xu Wenbin spent more time in the study than when they sat together. It would be strange if he suddenly changed his temperament one day.
In the study.
Xu Wenbin took off his glasses and wiped them. He picked up a pen and paper and started to draw. From time to time, he would draw a circle to mark something.
If Jiang He was here, he would be surprised to find that this was what Xu Qing often did. He would use lines and lines to sort out whatever was difficult to deal with.
A piece of paper was quickly filled. Xu Wenbin stopped writing. He paused a few times on the table and wrote "elementary school textbook" at the end. He used the cap of the pen to dot the four words.
If Jiang He had an unknown background to cheat money and people, he wouldn't have made up such a bad lie … Xu Qing was poor. Even the house belonged to his parents. He didn't have anything. If he wanted to get married, he wouldn't be able to pass the household registration test. Then, everything would be exposed.
And as long as Xu Qing wasn't stupid, he wouldn't be fooled so easily … He deserved to be fooled by an illiterate.
Thinking about the crooked handwriting in the elementary school textbook, Xu Wenbin moved his pen and drew a circle on the two words "textbook".
If Xu Qing tricked her to come here to play, he wouldn't have taught her how to read and write …
"He said that maybe we'll break up someday, so we don't have to go through so much trouble." That was what Qin Hao said.
It was a little contradictory.
She felt that something was wrong. She had overlooked something.
Just like what Xu Qing said, she fell in love with a person … who wandered from the mountains to the illegal factory in Jiang City?
And she wanted to get married?
…
"… Cao Yu was only 24 years old when he wrote" Thunderstorm ". Kant, the cornerstone of the realistic drama, spent his whole life as an otaku in his hometown, but his thoughts were very broad.
Not because of how much they had seen or how many places they had been to, but because they read widely and absorbed the wisdom of their predecessors. Standing on the shoulders of giants, they could discuss with Shakespeare when they opened a book, listen to Buddha's preaching, see thousands of years of separation and reunion, experience countless joys and sorrows, birth, old age, sickness, and death, and experience greed, anger, and delusion … "
While Xu Wenbin was sitting in the study thinking about what was wrong, Xu Qing was giving an impassioned lecture to this man from the Tang Dynasty.
If you don't accept education, you will only be abandoned by the times.
"But what does this have to do with the two trees?" Jiang He looked out of the window, watching the clouds roll in and out.
"Most of the time, the author subconsciously reveals his emotions, but he himself doesn't realize it. Thinking back, he just wrote it naturally. Even if you ask him, he won't be able to explain it. Just like when you are happy or shy, you can't hide it even if you try your best to hide it. But others can see it at a glance, unless they are blind. If you don't study, you are blind. "
"Then tell me, why is there a jujube tree?"
"I can't tell you what it feels like. It can only be understood, but not described. There are many things that can't be written directly. Only at a certain moment, you have the same feeling across time and space. Communicating face to face across hundreds or thousands of years, that kind of resonance is very difficult to understand …"
"I think you are thinking too much." Jiang He supported his chin with his hand and yawned. "Can we play the game now?"
"You can only play after you finish this exercise book!"
Xu Qing was so angry that he put down the book, went back to the fridge and took out a can of coke, and opened it with a bang.
He was a little glad that he didn't apply to be a teacher back then, or else he would have been angered to death.
Turning around, Jiang He was looking at him eagerly.
"Want to drink?"
"Yes." Jiang He nodded.
"Finish the questions."
"…"
Happy times were always short-lived. Under Xu Qing's supervision, Jiang He completed the fifth and sixth grade happily. Before he knew it, it was already July.
The summer was in full swing, and even primary school students were on summer break. Jiang He, on the other hand, had no time to take a break. Every day, one practiced swordsmanship, and the other did questions.
Qin Hao had also recovered from his injuries. The first thing he did was to look for Xu Qing.
In this month, Xu Qing had finished making the chainmail, and the fans of the uploader had also stabilized. The popularity of his livestream had been slowly rising, and everyone wanted to see what other tricks he would do after he finished making the chainmail.
"Where's the armor? Let me try it on! "
"I already said that with your physique, it'll be tight."
"I've been recuperating for so long, and I've lost a few pounds. Stop talking nonsense, hurry up!"
Qin Hao rubbed his palms together. He had been eyeing the armor for a long time. When Xu Qing mentioned it in school, he had always wanted to make it, but neither of them had the time nor the motivation to put it into practice.
Following Xu Qing to the utility room, Qin Hao couldn't help but open his eyes wide when he saw the iron armor hanging on the vertical solid wood clothes rack. He reached out and touched it gently, as if touching a lover, causing Xu Qing to frown.
"Although everyone's XP is free, I still suggest you see a doctor."
"Handsome …" Qin Hao automatically filtered out his words.
The iron rings were tightly connected together, glowing with a metallic luster.
"Have you considered getting a helmet?" he asked.
"No, it'll pinch my hair." Xu Qing had indeed considered it, but it was uncomfortable to put a piece of cloth inside, and it would pinch his hair if he didn't, so he gave up.
"Help me put it on."
Qin Hao raised his hand and took off the armor, weighing it with his hand. It was estimated to be more than 15 pounds.
He put it on from the head, and the sleeves were open, not sleeves. He could put it on his arm, then pull it with a rope, and it fit seamlessly.
Xu Qing helped him put it on from the head. Qin Hao's short and strong figure with the armor made him look more handsome than when he wore it. His dark face looked fierce at first glance.
Bang bang!
Qin Hao hit his chest twice with his arm, and there was a muffled thud with a crashing sound.
"Damn …"
As he walked a few steps, Qin Hao felt the experience of wearing the armor, and he couldn't help but jump. Listening to the crashing sound, he turned to Xu Qing and said, "If I had worn this that day, I would have beaten that guy to death with my fists."
He raised his arm, and the weight of the armor, coupled with his own strength, gave off the feeling of the Hong family's Iron Wire Fist, just like the sissy in Kung Fu …
It was powerful and heavy.
"Alright, take it off if you've had enough experience. It's too big for me." Xu Qing couldn't help but complain.
"It's made of iron, my ass. Come, come, take a picture for me."
Qin Hao was very happy. If not for the fact that Qin Maocai was making another set, he definitely couldn't help but make one himself. This feeling was too f * cking awesome.
After posing for a few times for Xu Qing to finish taking pictures, Qin Hao walked out of the living room. "Didn't you practice that Tiger Fist? Let's have a spar? "
Xu Qing shrugged. "Take it off and put it on for me. Let's spar again."
Jiang He sat in front of the computer playing Hearthstone, and from time to time, he would look back at the two of them.
Every day they talked about a peaceful society, but in the end, they were more violent than anyone else. They even took out their armor …
Just like a child. The day they made it, Xu Qing also showed it to her excitedly.
"Tsk … Let's try the protection." Qin Hao looked left and right, wanting to go to the kitchen to get a kitchen knife. In the end, he glanced at the sword on the side and was instantly overjoyed.
"Come, take a few more pictures!"
"…"
After taking the pictures with the sword in the armor, Qin Hao handed the sword to Xu Qing. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly remembered that Xu Qing said he was practicing swordsmanship.
It even made a sound.
"That … cough," Qin Hao turned around with the sword and said to Jiang He, "Sister-in-law, try stabbing me with the sword."
"Me?" Jiang He was stunned.
Xu Qing's eyelids twitched.
What the f * ck …
He had never seen someone who was so good at courting death.
The living room suddenly became strangely quiet. Qin Hao shivered and scratched his head in confusion.
What was this cold feeling on his neck?
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