After watching a lot of short videos, one would get used to the stimulation of high-frequency fragmentation. If one were to watch something that was long and did not have immediate feedback, it would be very difficult to endure. This was very disadvantageous for Jiang He, who was still learning junior high school knowledge.
Deep reading ability was difficult to cultivate, but it could be easily destroyed. Xu Qing had always wanted the heroine to slowly become a literary girl.
However, it was not easy to control her. After all, she was not his real daughter, so he could only remind her.
Fortunately, Jiang He vaguely felt that something was wrong.
"You can have everything you want."
Thinking about this sentence carefully, it made people feel a trace of fear for no reason.
She would meet stupid teammates when playing games, and she would be so angry that she would not want to play again for two or three days.
There was no such good thing in the world.
Free was very expensive, and she did not have to pay anything. All she had to pay was …
"Time is very valuable?"
Jiang He fiddled with her phone and asked. She was lying on Xu Qing's lap. Looking down from below, she could see Xu Qing's neck and chin.
No wonder Xu Qing liked to lie on her lap sometimes. It was more comfortable than a pillow. It also had a faint fresh smell. It was the smell of laundry detergent and clothes being dried by the sun.
Xu Qing lowered his head and met her eyes. Jiang He could not help but hold her breath. Her eyelashes trembled twice as if she was expecting something.
"It is only valuable when you realize that it is valuable. When you don't realize it, it is worthless."
Touching Jiang He's head like touching White Gourd, Xu Qing turned his eyes back to the computer.
"Oh." Jiang He brushed his hand away, put on her shoes, and left.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
“？”
Xu Qing looked at her. "Are you going to post on your WeChat Moments later: In the end, I still shouldered everything alone?"
That would be too damn.
"… No, don't disturb me while I'm reading."
Jiang He had already sat by the window and opened a small gap. The flowers and plants outside came into view, and the air was suddenly refreshed. She opened the book and began to read seriously.
Dressed in a long dress, she looked like a literary girl.
Xu Qing praised in his heart. When the heroine didn't speak, she was a proper goddess.
The moment she spoke … alright, I used to think that she was a little silly. Actually, she wasn't that silly anymore. She would only occasionally reveal her true nature from ancient times.
Retracting his gaze, Xu Qing continued to study the new buildings in Jiangcheng.
As for not being able to kiss him as she had expected … He wasn't as flexible as Jiang He, so bending down was tiring.
They were already lying on the same bed every day. What was the point of kissing? Wasn't he afraid of oral ulcers? Only Jiang He, this fool, kept wanting to be kissed and hugged.
Tsundere.
In the autumn afternoon, the two of them were quietly minding their own business. Only White Gourd was idle like a piece of trash, wagging his tail as he walked around.
…
Originally, he expected to be able to buy a house in another year. However, the advertising income was very good, and Jiang He's ability to save money was even better. Based on his current income, he would probably be able to touch the edge of 200,000 yuan in another six months.
200,000 yuan might only be enough for a well-off family to buy a car. However, in this third-tier city where the average price of a house was six to seven thousand yuan and the high-end residential area was less than 20,000 yuan, he could get his own house that wasn't that big.
The size of the house hadn't been decided yet. He was just preparing to get it based on his ability. In Xu Qing's opinion, the main thing was the location and the size of the house. If there was an 80-square-meter house, all the orientations and surroundings matched his and Jiang He's preferences, it might not be worse than a big house of more than 100 square meters.
If there was a building of more than 100 square meters that matched the perfect fantasy in his heart … then he would have to work harder to earn money. At the same time, he would consider borrowing from Xu Wenbin.
In short, it was better to understand it first than to make a hasty decision when the time came. For things like houses, apart from the price factor, in some ways, it was like choosing a jade. It depended on fate and affinity.
"I'm just an ordinary person. There's no need for me to live in a top-notch neighborhood. Although I should be able to afford it if I'm very tired …" Xu Qing estimated the number of fans he had at the moment, as well as the advertising partnerships that were relatively lousy but paid well. He had to make money openly, or else his reputation would be ruined.
They were all in Jiang City. Jiang He still wanted to be closer to the northern city area. It would be best if it was on a high floor, where he could look into the distance when he opened the window — although it was a remote place where even birds wouldn't poop, it was already much better than buying a farmyard and farming. This was a great improvement.
"The house is so expensive."
When Jiang He was tired from reading, she came over to study with him. She was the best at recording all kinds of data in a small notebook.
"It's never been cheap, okay?" Xu Qing said casually, "Bai Juyi became an official in his twenties and only got a house in his fifties. Su Dongpo was even worse. He had to rely on his brother's help to buy a house in Jiangsu. And Shao Yong, his comfortable home was given by Sima Guang and a few other friends when he was middle-aged …"
"I see …" Jiang He's eyes were blank. She had a little impression of the people Xu Qing mentioned. She seemed to have seen them in the textbooks. She even wanted to go back and beat them up to stop them from composing poems.
"But we could have built it ourselves at that time." She couldn't help but say.
"You can now. Building your own house in the countryside also costs money. The place is different. You can't compare it like this. A square meter in a big city costs tens of thousands. "
Xu Qing moved the mouse and smiled. "In fact, the price of a house is just that. The expensive things are other things, such as resources, services … medical care, education, employment. These are all additional values. If you don't want anything, you can rent a house in a small mountain village for 100 yuan a month."
"It's better to have my own."
Jiang He pursed her lips. She subconsciously wanted to look at her reverse repurchase of government bonds. She immediately remembered that the National Day was not over yet and the casino was not open. She stopped herself.
"What do you think is good?" Xu Qing asked.
"My own."
"No, I mean, do you like a lively place or a quiet place? The first floor is convenient or the top floor is spacious … They all have their advantages. For example, the first floor is convenient. The third and fourth floors are not as tiring as the first floor. The top floor is quiet and you won't meet your neighbors who are jumping around upstairs."
"Whatever you like, I'm fine with it." Jiang He straightforwardly gave him the choice.
As long as she had a family, everything would be fine.
"Well … I think it's better to have a quiet place. After all, both of us need it for work." Xu Qing had thought about it a long time ago. However, he did not want to be a dictator. He held Jiang He and explained to her, "Actually, if we don't consider the place of work, it's about the same for both of us. We're more homebodies. If it's a mainstream job, it's definitely better to be closer to the city center. It's even better to go to a big city. It's more suitable for us. On the contrary, it's the kind that ordinary people are not suitable for. Just like where we're living now. The house is old and comfortable. There's relatively little turnover. There won't be office workers walking around the corridors in the middle of the night … "
Xu Qing said slowly. Jiang He had never thought so much. She had always thought that it was fine as long as she could live. Now that she heard Xu Qing's words, she was a little confused. She nodded and tried to understand.
Not long after, her eyes became smaller and smaller. She leaned on Xu Qing and fell asleep.
Xu Qing smiled and helped her lie down on the sofa. He covered her stomach with his jacket and continued to type on the computer.
…
She was half asleep.
A piece of Hu biscuit was broken into two halves. One half was held by rough fingers and passed to her.
Then, a pair of fair and delicate hands took it.
Jiang He lowered her head and looked at her fair and clean hands. She then looked at the dry and hard Hu biscuit. She felt a little strange.
She raised her head. The sky was overcast. The clouds moved around in the sky as if they were fast-forwarding.
"Eat. You eat."
"Mm."
Jiang He hesitated for a moment. She lowered her head and tried to take a bite. Then, she looked up and saw the Second Mother looking at her with a smile.
"Second Mother."
"Eat quickly. It's the time for your body to grow."
"I … I …"
Jiang He tilted her head. She wanted to say something, but she couldn't remember.
"What's wrong?"
"I have a family." She murmured. Her gaze stopped on that familiar face.
"You have a family? That's a good thing. " The Second Mother looked at her with interest. She looked at her from her hair to her toes. She looked at her carefully. "That's good … He's a good Langjun, isn't he?"
"Mm …"
Jiang He suddenly burst into tears. She quickly wiped them with the back of her hand.
"Why are you crying?" The Second Mother leaned forward and laughed. "Silly child. How can you cry so easily …"
"Mm … I don't know. I'm just … just …"
Jiang He laughed as well. She couldn't stop her tears.
"How is everyone in the stockade village?"
"Yes. Everyone is fine. Look …"
The two of them moved their feet. They walked past the front of the house and wandered around the stockade village.
Jiang He held the half-eaten biscuit tightly. Everything in front of her was so familiar. Even the roof of the old accountant's house had been repaired.
"That person treats me very well."
"Mm, I can see that you're doing well. Look at your fair hands … Where is he?"
"Where is he?" Jiang He turned her head in confusion.
Where is he …
That's right. Where is he?
"How did he disappear? Hurry up and look for him!" The Second Mother clapped her hands. She was anxious for this silly child. "Look for him!"
"… Where should I look for him?"
"Where did you come from?"
"I came from … I came from …"
…
He opened his eyes anxiously. What entered his eyes was a white ceiling.
The living room was empty. Only the afterglow of dusk shone through the window.
Jiang He held the coat on his body and composed himself. He turned his head and looked around. The living room was empty.
"Xu Qing!"
"What's wrong? Why are you shouting when you're going to the toilet … "
Xu Qing walked out of the toilet with his pants up. He looked at the heroine with a puzzled expression.
"Did you sleep for the whole afternoon?"
"Mm …" Jiang He breathed a sigh of relief. He ran his fingers through his hair and looked down at the coat in his hands. After a while, he looked out the window.
"I slept for a long time?"
"It's time to cook in a while. You said it wasn't long."
Xu Qing went to the balcony as he spoke. He collected all the clothes on the drying pole. He looked at Jiang He and could not help but laugh. "Do you feel like you're the only one left when you wake up? That's what happens when you sleep for a long time. I used to experience this often, especially when I slept until the sky turned dark. That's why I raised White Gourd. "
"Mm …"
Jiang He rubbed her forehead and closed her eyes. She got up from the sofa and tidied up her dress. She saw Xu Qing carrying the clothes to the bedroom. She pulled him over and kissed him hard.
"What are you doing?" Xu Qing was still annoyed. "You just woke up and you're kissing me."
"Is it smelly?" Jiang He asked.
"It smells."
"I'll eat garlic later. It stinks to death." She wrinkled her nose and turned to go to the toilet.
"…"
Xu Qing was stunned for a moment. He tilted his head slightly and rubbed his head as he listened to the sound of running water in the toilet.
Let's eat. I'm not afraid.
…
Night.
Jiang He, who had slept for the whole afternoon, opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling. His mind was full of thoughts.
Xu Qing was already sound asleep. She didn't know when she started to be too lazy to wear pajamas. Every day after taking a shower, she would play on the computer with her upper body bare. When it was time to sleep, she would crawl into bed and sleep.
October, cool autumn.
There was no need to turn on the air conditioner. The two of them were covered with a thin quilt. It was a little cold in the middle of the night.
Jiang He moved Xu Qing's hand away. Within a few minutes, the pig trotters were on him again. It made her suspect that Xu Qing was not asleep and was pretending. However, he was just laying there quietly, which made her dispel the idea.
She could only say that this guy had developed this bad habit when he was sleeping.
Xu Qing's body was warm. Covered with the quilt, it was warm everywhere. Jiang He touched his stomach. For some reason, she remembered the feeling when they were pressed together.
After hesitating for a moment, she lifted her pajamas a little and moved closer to Xu Qing. She could not help but let out a sigh of relief.
She hooked her feet on Xu Qing's legs, adjusted to the most comfortable position, and closed her eyes.
"Good night, Xu Qing."
"…"
Xu Qing was still sound asleep.
…
National Day passed in a flash. For office workers, it was a blink of an eye. For those who did not go to work, it was quite fast.
However, those who played the stock market at home would feel a little slow.
After being beaten up by Jiang He by the river that day, Xu Qing was well-behaved for a few days.
It was useless to practice martial arts. Anyway, he could not beat him, so he just needed to practice his stance to strengthen his body.
Moreover, when he thought of the Spicy Boiled Fish they ate during the Mid-Autumn Festival, which was not caught by Jiang He, but she secretly bought it and pretended to catch it, Xu Qing had a guess about her thoughts.
In order to go home with dignity, she even hid it from him. This … It seemed that it did not matter whether she was on guard against domestic violence or not. Jiang He was no longer the violent female bandit who would pick up a sword at the slightest disagreement.
After a few more days, Xu Qing suddenly realized that practicing martial arts was a little addictive. If he did not practice, he would always feel that something was missing.
Just like those who worked out for a long time, they would feel flustered if they did not exercise for a day. Oh my, I did not exercise today. Oh my, oh my, what should I do? I have to do a few push-ups later …
So he picked up the long sword again.
He not only practiced the sword moves, but also muscle memory and movement habits.
As well as reflexes and techniques.
After practicing each move and style, he would have some understanding. Why this move should be used this way, what kind of movement was used to deal with other people's movements.
In the process of practicing the sword, there would naturally be imaginary enemies.
This method was not as good as actual combat practice, but it was much more useful than watching videos.
Xu Qing clearly felt that he was a little different, but thinking about the actual situation, he could not help but sigh. Last time, he had this kind of inexplicable self-confidence, and then Jiang He helped him to recognize the reality.
It was quite useless. Practicing martial arts was to make oneself powerful, but if you hurt others, you would have to go to the police station and pay for it. After practicing, you would not dare to casually hit others.
The only use was to resist Big Boss Jiang He, but she was really too strong …
He could only treat it as strengthening his body and amusing himself so that he wouldn't be bullied without being able to fight back. At the very least, if he aimed at Xiong Xiong now, he could still make Jiang He dodge a little. However, the consequences would be terrible.
"You really don't have internal energy?" Xu Qing did not know how many times he asked, but Jiang He rolled his eyes and continued to hold the book with his head lowered.
When Xu Qing gave up, Jiang He spoke.
"That's it."
"What?"
"The stump I taught you."
"But I don't feel anything special." Xu Qing moved his body.
"Come here," Jiang He said.
"Do what?"
Xu Qing did not have the slightest vigilance and ran over. Before he could stand firm, Jiang He hit his chest with his head.
"Ouch!"
The little heroine did not care about martial arts ethics.
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