"It's raining."
It was a cloudy day, and the air was not as stuffy as last night. She could feel cool even without opening the window.
Jiang He did not turn on the electric fan and was playing with her phone. She heard the sound of the window and turned to look. The fine raindrops were blown on the glass by the wind.
"Well, it's early autumn."
Xu Qing counted the days. Xiaoyan was about to start school, so she couldn't do homework with Jiang He anymore.
"I'm going out for a walk." Jiang He stretched and stood up. She went to the bedroom to put on her coat.
It was just a notice, so Xu Qing didn't say anything. After she put on her coat and came out, she looked at the weather outside. "Going out in the rain?"
"To find Pingping."
"Oh."
She took the umbrella and went out. It was drizzling outside, and the ground was wet.
Jiang He put one hand in her pocket and held the umbrella with the other. She looked up at the gloomy sky and walked to the north side of the community.
Gong Ping's house was not far away. It was only a few buildings away. Jiang He had been there when she came back from fishing last time. She turned a corner on the path, walked a few steps forward, and entered a corridor. She put away the umbrella and went to the third floor.
There were two units on one floor. She knocked on the door on the right, and it was opened from the inside.
"Come in!"
Gong Ping was wearing a small tank top and tight shorts. She looked energetic. She opened the door and welcomed Jiang He in. Then she lay on the mat on the ground and continued to stretch her legs.
"It'll be ready soon. Sit down first." She said.
Jiang He put the umbrella behind the door and came over to take off her coat. She stared at Gong Ping's strange posture for two seconds, and then her eyes moved to the side to look at the room.
Xu Qing's guess last time was right. This house was relatively small, about one-third smaller than the one where Xu Qing lived. However, there were not many things in the living room. There was only a long sofa, a small coffee table, a folding table at the door of the kitchen, and two stools next to it.
It was simple and not crowded at all.
Was this how a single woman lived … Jiang He turned to look at the room. It was a little more spacious and less cozy than the one where she lived with Xu Qing.
"Do you want to learn … Huh, yoga from me?" Gong Ping spread her legs and did a split on the mat. At the same time, she pressed her upper body down and moved according to the '1.2.3.4' slogan on the TV.
"Yoga?"
When Jiang He heard this, he looked over and saw the two halves of the big balls. He immediately looked away.
"Hmm? Don't tell me you don't know?! "Gong Ping raised her head in surprise.
"I know, but I've never practiced before."
"I'll teach you!"
"Better not …" Jiang He glanced at Gong Ping from the corner of his eye. That action was really too unsightly.
Yoga?
She had some impression of it, but she didn't know what it was for. Looking at Gong Ping's movements now, could it be that it specialized in pleasing men? Jiang He kept his head down as he quietly took out his phone with his other hand and tried to type a search on the keyboard.
Today, Gong Ping wanted her to teach her how to cook. She thought that she had nothing to do, so she came over. She didn't expect to see Gong Ping cooking like this.
Eh, that's not right.
Looking at the search results on the phone, Jiang He suddenly realized that it was a way to cultivate one's body and mind.
She put the phone back into her pocket and looked sideways. Gong Ping had already changed her posture. She was on all fours, and then she lifted one leg up like a dog peeing …
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Modern Kung Fu was really strange.
"Yoga is also a type of cultivation. It's mainly used to reduce stress and train the body's flexibility … Phew, you can actually learn it. When your Xu Qing practices Kung Fu, you can practice yoga beside him. One is hard and one is soft, one is moving and one is still. It's quite suitable." Gong Ping maintained the posture of a dog peeing and still had the time to talk. Then, she slowly moved her other leg and continued to maintain the posture.
Looking at Gong Ping's posture, Jiang He inexplicably thought of the short movies on Xu Qing's computer. They seemed to have this kind of posture …
"No, I'll learn Kung Fu from him. Forget about yoga." She shook her head and rejected Gong Ping's good intentions.
If she did this kind of posture in front of Xu Qing, it would be so embarrassing. It would be better to do a set of boxing with him. Stomping and shouting were much more impressive.
"Girls should learn to be gentle. What's the use of learning that? You might as well learn karate. But karate is probably not as good as Xu Qing. If it's self-defense, he's enough. You're very safe, so yoga is good. If you want to learn it, I can teach you."
Gong Ping said slowly as she changed her posture. Two people practicing yoga on a mat together was much more interesting than doing it alone. It would not be boring, and they could supervise and encourage each other.
However, seeing that Jiang He seemed to be very resistant, she thought for a moment and said, "Practicing this can also make your boyfriend more …"
"More what?"
"More." Gong Ping chuckled.
"…"
Jiang He raised her eyebrows. Even without Gong Ping saying it, she could see that Xu Qing would definitely like it, regardless of whether other people's boyfriends liked it or not.
Because he was a pervert.
But Jiang He still didn't want to learn it, because Xu Qing obviously liked her swordsmanship more than learning to pee on a mat …
"Have you always lived here by yourself?" Jiang He changed the topic. Although Gong Ping was also a girl, most of her breasts were exposed, which made her feel a little … impolite to stare at them. She could only turn her head and continue to look around the room.
She had already said that she would come over to teach Gong Ping how to cook. Gong Ping invited her over on Wechat. Anyway, it was raining and she couldn't go fishing, so she came over.
"Yes, I feel very comfortable living alone."
"The house was expensive, right?"
"Not very expensive. The house here is older, and … anyway, it's much cheaper than the average house. The best thing is that the surrounding area is very complete. It's not too crowded, but not too deserted. It has everything you need, so I chose this place."
"That's amazing."
Whether it was expensive or not, it was very amazing to be able to buy one's own house. Jiang He had looked it up online. No matter where it was, the house was frighteningly expensive. For her, the only difference was whether she couldn't afford it or whether she couldn't afford it.
"It's just so-so. I have to pay the mortgage every month just to live a comfortable life."
More than ten minutes later, Gong Ping finished a set of exercises and got up from the mat. She panted softly and wiped her sweat. She rolled up the yoga mat and put it aside, then looked out the window at the rain.
"It's raining heavily." She turned her head and said. Large raindrops hit the glass, making a pitter-patter sound.
Staying at home on rainy days always gave one a very comfortable feeling. It felt even better with a friend accompanying her.
Gong Ping wiped off her sweat with a towel and sat on the sofa. She poured two cups of tea and pushed one to Jiang He. She held her own cup in her hand and sipped on it. At the same time, she switched the TV channel with the remote control.
"It's not as well decorated as your place. There's still a lot of furniture that I haven't bought. I'm too lazy to do it alone."
"It's quite simple. It looks comfortable."
"I plan to put a guzheng over there. I can play it when I have nothing to do in the future." Gong Ping pointed to the corner of the wall and paused for a moment. "What do you think of doing a live broadcast like you guys?"
"Very good. I'll broadcast for an hour every day. There should be a lot of people watching."
Jiang He looked at Gong Ping's navel-baring vest and felt that it would definitely attract a lot of viewers. She was no longer that silly country bumpkin from Kaiyuan County.
"You're not going to broadcast in this, are you?"
"Haha, it's not like I can't wear this." Gong Ping tugged at her collar. She didn't care what she wore. She was different from Jiang He. She often went out in short skirts and navel-baring tops.
Jiang He was a little conservative … Gong Ping thought so. At least, she had never seen Jiang He wear a skirt. Every time she saw him, although his clothes were different, they were all well-matched.
Different personalities meant different styles of dressing.
After resting on the sofa for a while and drinking a few mouthfuls of tea, Gong Ping took Jiang He to the kitchen to see her new spatula.
Previously, there was only an induction cooker and not even a pressure cooker, so she couldn't cook many dishes. Now, she slowly bought something and planned to let Jiang He teach her how to cook.
"What else do you need?" Gong Ping asked.
"It seems … I need a whetstone." Jiang He casually played with the knife in his hand. When he saw that it was not sharp, he wanted to sharpen it.
Gong Ping scratched her head. Seeing that Jiang He looked like a chef, she remembered the whetstone in her heart and said, "What else?"
"I don't need anything else."
"Then let's cook!"
"Wait, I have notes here."
Jiang He took out a notebook from her bag as if it was a treasure. On it was her childish handwriting. On the title page, there were the words "Jiang's Recipe" written by Xu Qing.
"You wrote it?" Gong Ping stared at the handwritten version of "Jiang's Recipe" in a daze. She didn't expect Jiang He to find such a thing in her bag.
"Yes, I wrote it down when I was learning to cook."
"Amazing …"
"I'll lend it to you. You can learn very quickly with this." Jiang He had another notebook that wasn't full. She was slowly adding more dishes. She would only write down dishes that were very delicious.
Learning to cook often depended on talent. How many spoons of salt and soy sauce were there? Everyone's spoon was different, so one had to rely on experience or try to slowly grasp the amount.
The recipe recorded the process. Although it also recorded the amount of seasoning, it wasn't very detailed.
It wasn't time for dinner yet. Even if she cooked, she wouldn't be able to eat much. Gong Ping took the recipe and didn't continue to cook. Instead, she flipped through Jiang He's notebook and roughly read it like a menu.
As for dinner time … Jiang He definitely had to go back. He wouldn't stay here and let Xu Qing cook some noodles at home alone.
"Then I'll learn according to the recipe first. If I have any questions, I'll ask you again." Gong Ping flipped through the recipe and found several dishes that she liked. She closed the notebook with satisfaction.
The rain didn't show any signs of abating. Xu Qing was working at home with the computer. Jiang He didn't rush back. He moved a chair and sat by the window with Gong Ping to watch the rain outside.
The view from the third floor was different from that from the first floor. There were flowers and plants outside the first floor, so the field of vision was limited. But standing high on the third floor, they could naturally see further. The rain on the street flowed into the sewer. The raindrops hit the ground and made bubbles and splashes.
"It's so nice."
Gong Ping held the cup and suddenly sighed. Long before she bought the house, she had thought that one day she could stay in a room with her friends and do anything. Even if it was just sitting together to kill time, it would be very comfortable.
But she didn't expect that there was an ancient Kaiyuan sitting next to her. If he knew …
Jiang He took a sip of tea and asked, "What's good about it?"
"Artistic conception … You don't understand. It's a pity that I haven't bought a guzheng. Otherwise, it would be better to play a song now."
"…"
Jiang He didn't understand the thoughts of the artistic young woman, but he also felt that it was good. It was a different feeling when he was with Xu Qing. Both were good.
If Xu Qing sat next to her, they would probably lean against each other, or he would hold her legs. Then she would read a book and play with her phone.
"I was thinking how long it would take to make friends here. I didn't expect it to be so soon." Gong Ping smiled happily.
"Isn't it easy to make friends?" Although Jiang He only knew her as a friend, he still felt that it was very easy. Wherever people in Jianghu went, they would all be brothers.
"It's not easy at all … It's easy to say that it's just getting to know each other, but … Sigh, it's hard to say." Gong Ping shook her head. "Besides, it's hard for me to find friends who I can bring home. Well, the most difficult thing is to have a home."
She smiled as she said, "Anyway, it's good now."
"Of course it's good to have a home." Jiang He looked into the distance. His line of sight shifted slightly and landed on the building she lived in. She was very familiar with that building now.
"It's not really a home. It's just a house. When you don't have a house, people are floating, especially friends you made at work. Once you quit your job and move to another city, you'll basically never see them again," Gong Ping said.
"Work … Okay."
Jiang He had never worked before, so she didn't know how to respond to this topic. She didn't have enough time to understand those things.
According to Xu Qing, some things didn't need to be experienced. They could be learned from books or other people's words. Learning from others' mistakes was the choice of smart people.
The experience of people who had gone through many hardships in society was a valuable asset … Xu Qing even pointed at Zhao Shu and said that it was a treasure.
"What did you do before?" Jiang He asked tentatively.
"Before … I did training classes, sold products, worked on social media, quite a lot." Gong Ping didn't finish her sentence. She only mentioned a few jobs she had done for the longest time.
"So many jobs?"
"It's normal, okay? It's rare to only do one job until the end of time … Sigh, sometimes I really feel like you're a child. "
Gong Ping held Jiang He's face and rubbed it. In her eyes, Jiang He looked gentle and quiet with a different temperament. Sometimes she felt that Jiang He was the same age as her, and sometimes she felt that Jiang He was a little girl.
"You're the one who looks like it …" Jiang He remembered Gong Ping lifting her skirt toward the river and saying that she wanted to seduce the fish.
"I'm 18 this year."
Gong Ping said confidently. If she said she was 18, then she was 18. She was an invincible beauty.
"I'm 19." Jiang He waved her hand away. He felt that Gong Ping was at most 23 years old.
If he counted, when Gong Ping was studying in school, he would be running around and risking his life. The age difference could be completely ignored.
The pitter-patter of the rain did not stop. Puddles of water gradually accumulated on the road. The sky was dark.
"Do you want to go fishing after the rain? I don't think it's too bad to use the fish I caught to learn how to cook new dishes. "Gong Ping asked for Jiang He's opinion. The weather forecast said that the rain wouldn't last long.
"Let's see the time." Jiang He said.
"I have a boyfriend. How can I go fishing with you every day?"
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