At first, Xu Qing was worried about whether traveling through time and space and practicing martial arts would change his physique and cause him to have a child.
Later, when he saw that Jiang He would have a few days a month when he didn't want to read and was irritable when he played games, he calmed down.
After staying in Suzhou for more than ten days, it was already the beginning of April.
When Wang Zijun called to show off, Xu Qing and Jiang He were on their way to Cold Mountain Temple.
After hanging up, Xu Qing had a strange expression on his face.
"What's wrong?"
"The rich man became a father and gave birth to a big fat boy. He laughed wildly at me for two minutes."
"That … rich man?"
Jiang He recalled that Wang Zijun, whose footsteps were weak and whose body was erratic, was hollowed out by alcohol and women. When Xu Qing was fighting, Wang Zijun's whole body was tightly wrapped around Xu Qing to stop him.
If it were now, Xu Qing could shake him off with a little force.
"Have you always wanted to have a child?" Jiang He held his fingers and pinched them. Xu Qing's fingernails were very round and healthy. This was all thanks to her teaching him martial arts. Of course, there was also the credit of learning from each other.
If they hadn't learned from each other, Xu Qing would have definitely not improved so quickly. It would have been difficult for him to improve so quickly. Now, he could even take a few moves when she went easy on him.
"I don't want to have a child. I just want your body." Xu Qing was very honest.
"You b * tch!"
Jiang He looked around nervously and glared at this guy.
"I won't be so happy after giving birth. It's very tiring and stressful. I need milk powder and all that … I'm not ready yet."
"It's all excuses."
Jiang He tilted his head and looked away, his cheeks slightly red.
His body was being obsessed with by the person he liked. Thinking about it, it didn't seem too bad …
Jiang He, oh, Jiang He, how could you think like that!
You can't go on like this!
The weather was clear. Clouds floated in the sky, and the sun in early April was not scorching.
At this time of year, it was just the right time to travel.
"What's there to see in a temple? It's just a bunch of monks." She changed the topic. If she continued, she would be teased by Xu Qing again.
"You haven't been here before, have you?"
Xu Qing remembered that she had never been to Kaiyuan before. It was a good chance for him to take a stroll. The incense and candles he bought from the small slope were still in his bag.
"Because it's boring."
"It's just a tour. I'm just looking around."
The yellow outer wall and the vermilion pillars were right in front of him.
At the Cold Mountain Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell reached the passenger ship.
The most famous thing was the big bell in the temple, which was famous overseas.
Xu Qing looked at the building that was more than a thousand years old, and then looked at Jiang He, who was about the same age as the building, and sighed with emotion at the ruthlessness of time.
"It's a pity that you haven't been here before. Otherwise, you would have the joy of revisiting an old place."
What kind of feeling would it be to see it again after more than a thousand years?
However, it had been destroyed several times. The last time it was rebuilt was at the end of the Qing Dynasty. It might not be the original. Thinking about it, it was not too much of a pity. It was just a name.
The two of them walked closer and entered through the gate. It was a weekend and the weather was sunny. There were quite a lot of tourists who came to offer incense. There were many young tourists, uncles and aunties.
Xu Qing rarely came to this kind of place. He was quite curious. He looked around and walked with the pedestrians for a while. When he reached the gate of the main hall, he held Jiang He's hand and was ready to go in to worship.
"I don't believe in Buddhism." Jiang He stopped at the gate and shook his head. He looked at the monk in the distance with cold eyes.
After a pause, she said, "Go ahead. I'll wait for you."
"Okay."
Xu Qing entered the main hall. Jiang He stood outside the gate. He looked around, took two steps back and leaned on the stone railing.
His eyes swept around the outside of the hall and fell back into the hall. Xu Qing lit the incense and extinguished the flame. Light smoke rose.
Xu Qing, who was wearing a black casual coat, knelt down and put his hands together. No one knew what he was praying for. A golden Buddha statue that she could not name sat on it. It was high and mighty, overlooking all living beings.
The stone railing was not high. Jiang He leaned for a moment, looked back, and sat on it. She raised her head and looked at the top of the hall.
She felt someone looking at her. She turned her head and saw a monk walking towards her with his hands up. Their eyes met. The monk paused and looked away. He turned around and went somewhere else.
For some reason, the girl looked delicate and pretty. When she looked at him, he felt a chill on his back.
"You really don't want to go in?"
Xu Qing came out. Jiang He sat on the railing and swung her legs to look at the plaque on the hall. When she heard his words, she came down.
"No."
"Then let's go and see something else."
Xu Qing took the bag from her and held Jiang He's hand. They walked down the stairs and returned to the small square. They identified the location and went to the big bell.
"What did you pray for?"
"It won't work if I tell you."
"…"
Jiang He curled her lips.
"Illusory things. I pray for peace of mind." Xu Qing smiled. "Praying to Buddha doesn't take much effort and doesn't cost much money. Once you leave this door, you should eat and drink. It's the easiest way to succeed."
"I don't believe it."
"Why not?" Xu Qing remembered that the more history went on, the more superstitious people became. His attitude towards Jiang He was a little strange.
"Occupying fertile land, building temples, chanting scriptures all day, not doing production. The Buddha statue is gilded and inlaid with jade, and the pillars are painted with gold powder."
"So you people in the pugilistic world also have a chain of contempt."
"It's normal."
"Did Second Mother say that?"
"Yes … Second Mother never believed in those things. The destruction of the country and the destruction of the family." Jiang He looked at the temple with some disdain.
"If they all go to Buddhism and chant scriptures, they will only be attacked. These car computers weren't given by Buddha, right? "
"They were given by people."
"So why don't you worship people?"
"…"
Xu Qing then remembered that Second Mother also worshiped and worshiped. She was the one who set up the longevity plate for Yao Chong, who was the prime minister of the Kai Yuan Dynasty.
She was very clear about who gave the days.
That Second Mother worshiped people.
"If Second Mother was born in the modern era, she must not be an ordinary person." Xu Qing admired this kind of person.
Jiang He could grow so fast in a short two years. It must be because of Second Mother's influence.
A strong person is a strong person no matter where he is. To be the leader of a group of rough men in ancient times and not be the vase of a big master, this was much more difficult than being a senior executive in a company.
"Definitely." Jiang He raised his chin.
The bell of the Cold Mountain Temple rang, vigorous and melodious. Xu Qing smiled and patted her head.
This little heroine is so cute.
"I heard that there are cases of people not buying incense and candles in the temple and not being allowed to worship. They chase people out."
"It's rare. Only by opening the door to welcome guests will there be traffic. That kind of thing is not common." Xu Qing burned the incense he brought and nobody stopped him. If there were not so many left, he might not have spent a few times the price to buy it. "Opening the door to welcome guests, how can there be such a thing as chasing people away? That's too low."
The temple was full of incense. If that kind of thing happened, it would definitely be a hot topic. After all, they had bought the tickets.
The ancient temple became a business by force.
They wandered in the temple until noon. Some places even charged extra money. That was like an IQ tax. Did ancient people charge for inscribing?
That was the biggest joke in the world. He hugged the ancient people in his bed every day and nobody asked him for money.
Xu Qing snorted and left with Jiang He. They found a bell tower with fewer people. They took off their backpacks and took some food. The two of them leaned against the railing to rest. He took out the map to see if there were any other places in Suzhou that were worth visiting.
He had always wanted to bring Jiang He to travel all over the country. It was a bit of a conflict in terms of time.
Studying, buying a house, working … These all needed to be arranged.
"Travel all over the country?"
"Yes, you have to do it before you have a baby. You are an ancient person. I said that I would bring you to see the world. It's so convenient to travel by plane and train. It's a pity not to go."
"Let's see how it goes."
Jiang He returned to Gusu and seemed to have untied some knot in her heart. She became more quiet. When she was quiet, she was like a deep spring, quiet and elegant.
Of course, when she was not quiet, she was violent.
It seemed to be good for training ancient people to integrate into society and guiding her to grow up under the core values of socialism … Compared to marriage and having a baby, the changes in Jiang He made Xu Qing happier.
…
It was drizzling on the last day in Suzhou.
As when they came, it was drizzling. Jiang He did not stay in the room. She dragged Xu Qing out for a walk. The two of them held an umbrella and strolled in the misty rain of Jiangnan.
It was a pity that she did not have a sword. Xu Qing did not have the fun of playing with Han clothes. Otherwise, she could experience the feeling of touring the alleys of Suzhou in ancient clothes with Jiang He.
In the breeze and drizzle, her whole person seemed to have been washed.
"Brother, can you help me take a photo?"
They did not wear it, but someone else did. The young couple, who was a fan of Han clothes, came over with a camera and wanted Xu Qing's help.
"Fortunately, there are two of us. If I were single, maybe I would have been rejected by you."
Xu Qing joked and took the camera to familiarize himself with the operation.
"Hahaha, it's not that bad."
When the two of them stood up, he helped them take photos.
"Do you want me to take a few photos for you? I can send them to you via WeChat when I get back. "The young man in Han clothes was very enthusiastic. He nodded when he saw the photos in the camera and asked Xu Qing.
Xu Qing looked at Jiang He, smiled and shook his head. "No, we don't like to take photos."
"It's a pity that the weather is just right."
After talking for a while, the two people in Han clothes made a gesture. Xu Qing cupped his fists and continued to walk around with Jiang He.
The young man looked at their backs enviously. If these two people wore Han clothes, they would definitely be much better than him.
Although he did not allow others to take photos, Xu Qing could take photos himself. He asked Jiang He to walk in the distance and take a few photos while smelling the flowers. He then sent the photos to the family group for Zhou Suzhi and the others to see.
After all, White Gourd had been entrusted to them. They could not not hear from him. From time to time, he would send a few photos and report his journey.
"When are you coming back?" Zhou Suzhi asked on WeChat.
"Tomorrow. Today is the last day."
"It's okay to play for a few more days."
"I know."
Xu Qing knew in his heart that he was almost tired after playing for half a month. It was time to go back.
Jiang He held the umbrella and smiled at him. She looked like a young woman from Jiangnan.
There was an oil-paper umbrella on the bluestone by the lake. A traveler stopped to pick the flowers and wet the satin …
The oil-paper umbrella and the bluestone in the alley, together with a cheongsam, naturally revealed a very beautiful artistic conception.
It was a pity that Jiang He would never accept a cheongsam … Even if she wore it, she would wear a pair of pants under the cheongsam.
Xu Qing only fantasized for a while before dismissing the idea. If he let Jiang He wear a cheongsam, she might have steam coming out of her head. She did not wear a skirt that was higher than her calves anymore. She always wore casual pants or jeans.
"Jeans are really good." Jiang He once said to him with glowing eyes, "You can wear it even if it's accidentally torn. Those people tear it on purpose and make it tattered. This is called fashion."
If Xu Qing did not buy it, she could still wear those pants for years. She would not even think of buying new ones.
Jiang He leaned over and put her arms around Xu Qing's neck. They took a photo together and happily changed it to the screensaver.
"You don't want this one?" Xu Qing showed her the single photo he had just taken. It was very artistic and much better than the photo of two people.
"I'll change it later."
Walking on the streets of Suzhou, Jiang He saw a black and white kitten sheltering from the rain under the eaves. She wanted to take a photo of it with her phone. The kitten squinted lazily. Its eyes were the same as White Gourd's.
"I miss White Gourd." She had been out for so long and did not know how White Gourd was doing.
"We'll go back tomorrow."
"Have you bought the tickets?"
"Yes."
The next day.
The two of them got on the train home. Jiang He was as excited as ever. She looked out of the window and wished the train could go faster.
Her bag was placed on the overhead luggage rack. Xu Qing fell asleep again, leaving the responsibility of guarding the property to her.
"Next time, let's take White Gourd out to play, okay?"
When they arrived in Jiangcheng and looked at the familiar place, Jiang He felt relaxed as if she had returned home. She took a deep breath and turned to Xu Qing.
"White Gourd is a cat. It will be afraid to go to a strange place." Xu Qing shook his head. "If you want to take it, you can …"
"You can have a baby and take it out to play, right?" Jiang He looked as if she had seen through him.
"No, I want to say that it can go on a road trip. It's better to let it familiarize itself with the environment in the car. When it's free, it can go out for a walk."
"…"
Jiang He was silent for a moment. She slapped the back of Xu Qing's hand. "This is what you get for not wearing a hat!"
“？？”
She got out of the station and took a taxi to her home. The surrounding scenery became more and more familiar. Jiang He's heart became more and more at ease.
Although this place was not as beautiful or prosperous as Suzhou, in this completely unfamiliar era, this was the place she was most familiar with. It was also the place where she had lived for nearly two years.
Gusu was already a strange city.
Even if Gusu was still the same as before, it was useless. She had already gotten her marriage certificate. Once she got married, she would be a citizen of Jiangcheng.
Jiang He looked out of the window. Suddenly, she turned her head and looked at Xu Qing.
"What are you thinking?" he asked.
Feeling that Jiang He's expression seemed to have some conspiracy, Xu Qing was extremely afraid.
Jiang He bit her lip, which made Xu Qing's heart skip a beat again.
She was not afraid of anything. She was afraid that Jiang He would suddenly do something illogical. After all, her brain circuit was very strange.
"What are you afraid of?" A strange light flashed in Jiang He's eyes.
She found that Xu Qing had been bullying her with the difference in information. If she was not afraid, it was Xu Qing who was panicking.
This speculation made her eyes brighter. It seemed that this guy was not afraid of anything. Bridal chamber or something …
Who didn't have their first time?
"I want to beat you," Jiang He said.
“？ There has to be a reason, right? For example, I'm not wearing a hat? "Xu Qing was even more panicked.
What the hell were ancient people thinking every day!
No, this was a super ancient person who had learned the core values of socialism.
Tsk.
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