Death is like the wind, always with me.
If he didn't really like it, Xu Qing would like to experience that excitement.
Unfortunately, he didn't want to move around.
He carefully felt his state of mind in this small kitchen. After finding that he was very satisfied, he let go of her and stepped back.
He was satisfied with just a simple hug. That meant that he liked her.
"If you like it, your heart will beat very fast. This can also be found on Baidu."
Xu Qing explained seriously, "So if you have doubts and are not sure, you can ask me to check it for you at any time … You have to tell me before you do it. Don't suddenly hug me."
"It beats very fast?" Jiang He held the kitchen knife tightly and was very nervous.
Oh no, oh no.
What happened to the benefactor?
"Yes, you can feel my pulse if you don't believe me. You martial artists should know this. Feel it and see if it's fast." Xu Qing rolled up his sleeves and handed his arm over.
"I won't touch it!" Jiang He shook his head like a rattle drum.
"Alright then, don't you think …"
"I don't!"
"…"
Xu Qing shrugged, "Then you can cook. I won't disturb you."
If not, Jiang He would have already moved away. He couldn't touch her with his weak skills … including when he flipped her hair at noon.
Sigh, Second Mother is so harmful.
Noticing that Xu Qing had gone out, Jiang He pursed her lips and secretly glanced at his back. Then she quickly turned back.
Oh no, oh no.
…
Sitting in front of the computer, Xu Qing held a pen and fell into deep thought.
Feelings were secondary. Helping Jiang He to understand the humanities was the most important thing.
At least she had to live a normal life. The current Jiang He … could live a normal life, but she always lacked something.
The most basic thing was that she didn't know how to laugh, or rarely laughed. Nowadays, people could always find all kinds of funny points to make themselves happy. There were also many inexplicable funny points, but Jiang He didn't. Her spiritual world was very deficient.
At that time, the spiritual food was probably poetry, music, chess, calligraphy and painting — but those were the food of another class and had nothing to do with her. At most, she would go to the street to buy a sugar figurine when she was rich.
Without the baptism of all kinds of spiritual wealth in modern times, Jiang He could only feel her own instincts. Her heart was closed to the outside world …
When she watched Chiung Yao dramas, she would only watch expressionlessly as the people inside hugged each other and cried bitterly. When she watched crosstalk, she would listen to the conversation between the two people very seriously. When she watched horror movies, she would only hold her sword to protect herself.
The entertainment that could be found everywhere in the modern world was something that was hard for her to understand. Even the games were played with a serious attitude and she had to clock in to complete quests.
Although she was trying very hard to learn how to live, she was working hard on how to survive here and learn to blend in. She couldn't learn anything about entertainment, and she didn't know how to learn it.
Including feelings.
This reflected the role of art. Communication between people was not something that could be taught in the nine years of compulsory education, or it could be said that it was an incidental part of school, unless she went to school with a group of children to learn how to establish social relations between people from the beginning.
"Dinner is ready."
Jiang He brought the dishes out and had already returned to her normal self.
"Okay, wait a minute."
Xu Qing responded and turned the computer screen to face the table. He found the person and played it.
"This is called a comedy, and it's meant to be funny. By magnifying a certain characteristic of the protagonist, and then adding all kinds of coincidences, it's funny."
He served the rice and explained to her carefully, "Then, among the various jokes, there are also some thought-provoking things. In a movie that lasts more than an hour, you can see their experiences over a few days. This is a kind of learning."
Jiang He nodded as she looked at the computer screen.
"He's a boss who specializes in selling toys, but his business isn't doing well. This scene is his background … This silly man is a milkman, and the man just now owes him money. The two of them are creditor and debtor, and this conflict is the main thread that brings them together.
Can you understand it? "
Xu Qing was worried that she couldn't understand it, so he explained it to her.
"I can understand it." Jiang He tried to watch the movie seriously, trying to understand the behavior of the people in the movie.
"Ask if you don't understand, anyway … when you can watch it and laugh, it means you have half succeeded."
Putting herself in Jiang He's shoes, Xu Qing could vaguely understand how Jiang He felt while watching the movie: What is this person doing? What is this person doing? What are the two of them doing? What is so funny about it?
This was the cognitive gap, or rather, the lack of mental strength.
"Spring Festival, this is a kind of … custom in modern society. You should have it back then. During the Spring Festival, people who live in other places have to go home, so there are not enough cars, and people will rush to buy tickets."
"Are there many people who live in other places?"
"Very many, and a large number of people live in other places all year round. For example, the boss of the breakfast shop we used to go to is from Sichuan. During the Spring Festival, he will close the shop and go home, and come back in half a month."
Xu Qing was very satisfied with the movie he chose. It covered all aspects, and whether Jiang He could remember it or not, she would at least have a general impression of it.
In the future, wherever she saw or heard about Spring Festival, at least she would not be at a loss.
There were also concepts such as long-distance, train, plane, village, city, hotel, and so on. When these concepts were connected, a cognitive chain would be formed in the brain. In the future, when she came into contact with similar things in real life or on the Internet, her cognition would continue to be strengthened until she was like him.
Seeing the part where Wang Baoqiang drank milk, Xu Qing could not help but laugh. Even though it was not his first time seeing it, he still found it interesting. He turned to look at Jiang He. She was holding the bowl and watching the movie intently, without any expression on her face.
"Don't you think it's funny?" Xu Qing sighed.
"I should be able to …" Jiang He estimated the volume of the big milk bottle and nodded affirmatively. "I can."
"…"
They were not on the same channel.
"I'm not talking about whether you can be like him … This thing, it's just a little funny."
"It's a pity to throw it away. What's so funny about drinking it all?" Jiang He was puzzled and felt a little sad.
That much milk could be drunk for a long time if it was drunk slowly.
She saw the helplessness of the poor.
"He can check it in, although it will cost extra … Well, this is not something that can be done in a day. Let's continue watching."
Xu Qing shook his head and picked up two mouthfuls of food with his chopsticks.
It was not easy to find an ancient person and make her adapt to the modern world in various ways.
It was tiring and difficult … but who asked him to like it?
After the meal, the movie was only halfway through. Xu Qing asked Jiang He to sit on the sofa and watch while he cleaned up the dishes and came out to sit next to her.
Two people and a cat on the sofa watching a comedy. Under normal circumstances, it would be quite heartwarming — of course, it was not bad now.
"Before I get ready for a fight, my heart will also beat very fast." Jiang He suddenly said.
"What?"
Xu Qing was stunned by the words that came out of nowhere. Before he could figure out what Jiang He meant, she continued to watch the movie seriously.
This lass …
Could it be that she has been thinking about what just happened since she was cooking?
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