Jiang He had fallen asleep.
She curled up into a small ball and curled up next to Xu Qing.
Xu Qing stroked her long hair and kissed her forehead. He looked at Jiang He's silhouette in the dark, and after a while, he reached out and covered her with the quilt.
Words of love were never so simple and direct.
When feelings were strong to a certain extent, they would naturally be more intimate. Intentionally or unintentionally, just like how Jiang He always wanted him to hold her leg …
The love at that moment could only be released by the most intimate contact.
"Good night, Little He Miao."
The soft sound made Jiang He frown. She hummed and snuggled in his direction again. She shook her head slightly and found the most comfortable position. Half of her face was hidden in the quilt, and then she fell silent again.
Xu Qing smiled silently. He had never seen Jiang He's sleeping posture when she first came, and he didn't know if it was like this.
Or would she open her eyes vigilantly at the slightest movement?
In any case, the past was the past. In the future, she would only get better day by day until she completely adapted to the world a thousand years later.
Good, bad, happy, and troubled, everything would be experienced slowly.
But before that, he had to think about whether she would fly into a rage out of humiliation and not make breakfast the next morning …
Xu Qing closed his eyes. When he woke up again, he was woken up by Jiang He's movements.
The curtains were half drawn, and there was light in the room.
He opened his eyes and saw Jiang He carefully pulling his arm away and trying to slip out. She was trying to fasten the buttons on her pajamas and looked a little flustered.
As if sensing his gaze, Jiang He suddenly looked up and saw that Xu Qing was still sleeping soundly with his eyes closed.
Jiang He felt relieved and moved out bit by bit. She scratched her hair and looked at the light coming through the curtains. After a moment of daze, she moved her gaze to Xu Qing's face behind her.
She recalled how she covered her face with her hands and let out a long sigh before she went to sleep last night. Only then did she gently turn over and get out of bed.
Quietly putting on his clothes, Jiang He noticed the underwear he had changed out of last night by the bed. His face, which had just calmed down, began to heat up again. Grabbing the underwear in his hand, he prepared to sneak out.
"Put it there. I'll wash it for you later."
The voice that came from behind him made Jiang He stiffen on the spot. He wished that he could crush that small piece of cloth into thin air, make it disappear into thin air, and erase it from the world.
"That's normal. I've dreamed of some things before, and then I woke up early in the morning to wash them … I even lied to you and said I was washing socks. Who would wash socks in the morning? We're all — Ah! If you kill me, I'll be a widow! "
"I'll bite you to death!"
"Stop hitting it, stop hitting it!"
Jiang He jumped onto the bed and pressed himself against Xu Qing's body through the quilt. After a while, he suddenly calmed down.
"You asked me every day if I wanted to break your leg, and now you're like this?"
"I said I don't need it!" Jiang He lay on his body and looked at the curtains with his head tilted.
This guy was lecherous. Helping him was just an excuse. How could she be like the women in the porn, liking that kind of thing …
Shameless!
Obscene!
Jiang He turned his head and met Xu Qing's eyes. Suddenly, he lowered his head and bumped into him again, as if he was kowtowing. Then, he climbed out of the bed and put on his slippers to wash up.
Those were all done by Xu Qing. What did it have to do with her, the heroine, Jiang He?
"Why are you still pinching it? I said I'll wash it for you." Xu Qing said from behind.
"Here!"
Jiang He threw it without looking back. Hearing Xu Qing's call, she looked back and threw it on his face …
She quickly opened the door and ran out.
Xu Qing watched her run out nervously. He pulled down the clothes on his face and held them in his hands. He leaned against the headboard and pondered. Was it a good or bad sign that this thing fell on his face?
After she finished washing up, Xu Qing got up slowly. He went to the balcony to rub her clothes, wrung them out, and hung them on the clothes rack in the utility room. Now, Jiang He's underwear and underwear had been hanging on the clothes rack in the utility room. Xu Qing didn't like her hanging them on the balcony since they lived on the first floor.
He even moved his boxers to the utility room to dry, in case some perverted female neighbor stole them … although it was unlikely.
After washing up, Jiang He also came out of the kitchen with steamed buns and asked him to eat breakfast. She was not as energetic as she used to be. Instead, she was like a little wife.
Breakfast was not too complicated. She heated a few steamed buns with pickles. He didn't know if it was because she got up late or because she was too lazy to cook porridge.
Xu Qing didn't care. Anyway, drinking some water was the same.
Jiang He ate very quickly. After finishing, she wiped her mouth and went to look for a soy milk machine on Taobao. She wanted to ask Xu Qing's opinion, but she looked away and suddenly didn't want to ask.
It was not that she didn't know how to find it.
As a modern person, she could handle such a small matter as buying a soy milk machine by herself.
Jiuyang.
Jiang He looked at the name and thought it was awesome. The Jiuyang Divine Power on TV was a top-notch cultivation method. The name of the soy milk machine was not much different. If she got a voucher, she could buy a 300 yuan soy milk machine for only 200 yuan.
"Hey!"
"Ha!"
Xu Qing stood in the middle of the living room and practiced hand boxing. He was very serious. Because he lived on the first floor, it was okay to stamp his feet occasionally.
"I'm going out."
Jiang He carried her bag, took the key, and turned to go out.
Xu Qing was still practicing boxing. Yesterday, Jiang He said that she was going to watch a movie. Because they went home to eat together, she made an appointment with Gong Ping today. He had to practice his Kung Fu.
Today, Jiang He didn't practice swordsmanship, but he practiced boxing. As time went by, the gap between them would be narrowed little by little. Although it was only a little, he won by perseverance.
Practicing martial arts for a day couldn't make one a master. Reading for a day wouldn't make one smart. Perseverance was the way of the king. What Jiang He knew, he knew even more. It was like leveling. Jiang He was a max-level big boss. He just walked out of the novice village with a wooden sword, and his skill proficiency was slowly increasing. As long as there was enough time, he would defeat her and carry her to bed.
…
It was sunny outside.
Jiang He didn't go too far. She went out and turned a corner, heading towards Gong Ping's place. Before she reached downstairs, she saw Gong Ping in a blue dress and white high heels. She was talking with two people over there, and there were a few things on the ground.
When Gong Ping saw Jiang He, she couldn't help but tiptoe. She seemed to be in a good mood and waved for him to come over.
"I bought the zither!"
She pointed at the boxes on the ground and raised her eyebrows at Jiang He.
"Wow!"
Jiang He exclaimed at the right time. Looking at her zither, he estimated that it was about the same length as his big sword, about 1.6 meters. It was quite big.
Two workers in delivery clothes helped carry the things up. Gong Ping and Jiang He walked in front. After entering Gong Ping's house, there was suddenly an extra big thing in the clean living room, and a small mahogany chair that came with the zither.
After paying the transportation fee, the workers who helped carry the things left. Gong Ping excitedly came back to adjust the zither. Jiang He sat by the side and watched her play with curiosity.
It was strange. Xu Qing was idle, watching videos and making armor. She was fishing and playing with her sword. Gong Ping also had nothing to do, so she played with these things …
Perhaps this was the saying, birds of a feather flock together?
"Is it easy to learn?"
"Not really. Do you want to learn?"
"No, I can't learn it. Xu Qing should be very talented. His singing is very good." Jiang He felt that these zither, chess, calligraphy and painting were too far away from him.
It was hard enough to read books, let alone learn to play the zither.
"Why do men learn this … Oh, you can learn a few moves. Doesn't Xu Qing know how to practice martial arts? You play the zither and he will practice boxing. It would be better if he could use a sword. "Gong Ping suggested.
"Too free." Jiang He shook his head.
Thinking of how Xu Qing danced with a sword, she felt a little disgusted. He didn't have any strength at all, and he said his hands were tired after practicing for a short time.
Gong Ping smiled. In terms of free time, no one had more free time than the two of them. Jiang He only did the live broadcast at night for a while. She also did things when she had something to do, and when she had nothing to do, she could only be idle.
After being busy for more than ten minutes, Gong Ping stretched her wrists and sat on the small mahogany chair.
"Listen to me play a song for you."
Then, there was a continuous sound.
Jiang He sat on the sofa and tilted his head. He felt that this tune was very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it before.
"How is it?" Gong Ping asked.
"I think I've heard it before."
"Of course you've heard of it. You've watched martial arts, right?"
"Oh …"
Jiang He remembered that the two blind men Xu Qing took her to watch a movie had played this song.
Unfortunately, her zither music couldn't produce knives. Those were all fake.
"It would be amazing if knives could appear like in the movies." She felt a little regretful.
"I've thought about it before. I closed my eyes and imagined myself playing here, and those knives would whizz, whizz, whizz." Gong Ping chuckled and plucked the strings of the zither again. The thump thump thump thump thump sounded as if a burly man carrying a stereo was running over.
"Hey, I've heard this too!" Jiang He also found this song familiar.
"It's a difficult sutra," Gong Ping said.
"…"
Seeing the puzzled look on Jiang He's face, she reminded him, "It's the theme song of the demi-gods and semi-devils."
Jiang He continued to be puzzled.
"You've never heard it before? Maybe I've heard it somewhere before. "Gong Ping thought for a while and didn't care.
After playing the song, she turned around and found Jiang He looking at her with envy. Gong Ping asked, "You want to learn?"
"I can't learn it." Jiang He looked down at his hands and slowly clenched his fists, making a crisp cracking sound.
He was used to holding swords, so it was strange for him to play this thing.
"I'll teach you. You teach me how to cook, and I'll teach you how to play music."
"No, I still want to study. Study … My brain can't take it if I learn too much." Jiang He leaned on the sofa and sighed. Compared to playing music, being a scholar was more important.
Cultivating one's mind …
If he finished studying, it would be fine to study a little.
Gong Ping was stunned and said in disbelief, "You're still in school?"
"… Sort of."
"What do you mean sort of? I thought you … you … "Gong Ping was dumbfounded.
Jiang He was still a student?
This was different from what she had imagined. He broadcast with Xu Qing every day, went fishing with her, and even taught her how to cook … Such a girl was still a student?!
"No, it was Xu Qing who wanted me to study in an adult university. He asked me to study by myself first."
Jiang He's explanation made Gong Ping feel relieved, but then she was stunned again.
"He wants you to make up for your education?"
"Um … Yes." Jiang He remembered that Xu Qing also mentioned something about education.
Gong Ping turned around and put her hand on the zither, making a soft sound. She stared at Jiang He seriously and couldn't help but ask curiously, "What about before?"
"Before what?"
"Where did I go before? High school? "
"Second … second year of junior high."
“？？”
Gong Ping was stunned. She couldn't tell that Jiang He hadn't even finished junior high school. In her impression …
Well, it was beyond her imagination anyway.
This wasn't discrimination because of her education, but because of Jiang He's behavior in the process of getting along with him. When they were chatting on WeChat and not online, he would often answer that he was reading.
When he was fishing, he would occasionally carry a book in his bag. He would swing the fishing rod and fix it there, then sit on a small stool and read quietly.
Such a quiet girl who loved to read books was actually in junior high school. Gong Ping felt that it was inconceivable. Although Jiang He didn't speak much, the words she said often left a deep impression on people. If Jiang He didn't say it herself, she wouldn't have been able to imagine it.
"Then … What about him?"
"He graduated from university. Yes, he graduated from university." Jiang He's gaze fell to the window and looked in the direction of Xu Qing's house.
"I'm curious how you guys met." Gong Ping pursed her lips and suddenly felt a little envious. "He said he wanted you to continue going to school?"
"Yes."
"He planned it well for you …"
Her gaze fell on Jiang He's face. She thought of how Xu Qing laughed and joked while practicing his stance in the live broadcast room.
What good would it do to force a girlfriend who could already earn money through live broadcasting to study and make up for her education?
"Speaking of which, I've only seen him in the live broadcast room. I don't know him even though we're so close," Gong Ping suddenly said.
"Ah? Do you want to know him? "Jiang He asked.
"Uh … It's weird to say that. He's your boyfriend. Why would I know him?"
Gong Ping was amused. Then she pursed her lips and said, "But I really want to know this person."
"Why?"
"I'm just curious. You two live together, have your own jobs, and earn a good income. You cook every day. You're just one step away from marriage, right?"
Gong Ping met Jiang He's gaze and paused. "He also wants you to go to school. You seemed to have complained before that he kept forcing you to read, and now he wants you to make up for your education … He doesn't like your live broadcast, does he?"
"Ah …" Jiang He nodded. He thought of Xu Qing's attitude back then and said, "Yes, at first, but he started broadcasting with me later."
"This man …"
"He wants me to become like him." Jiang He smiled, his eyes curved. "He wants me to study better."
"Why do I feel a little jealous?" Gong Ping said.
Not to mention anything else, at least this man was planning for the future. It was not the next three to five years, but the future of both of them. In his plan, the two of them should always be together in the latter half of their lives.
"You don't feel jealous, do you?"
"Yes."
"Because you like it. Isn't that normal?"
"The reason behind it is heartwarming." Gong Ping wrinkled her nose. She got up to add water to Jiang He's glass. Her white high heels stepped on the floor, making a clicking sound. "Should we call him out and go out for a walk?"
"What do you want to do?" Jiang He became vigilant. "He's very busy. I don't think we should."
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