She finished the movie peacefully.
Except for the part about the thief, where Xu Qing instilled in her the core values of modern society, there was no more comparison. He only explained when Jiang He asked.
Take it slow, no rush.
Xu Qing comforted himself and gave the computer to her. Dion Caress started up, and he went to the side to write a movie review on his phone.
It didn't matter whether he wrote an old movie or not. No one would watch it, and he didn't intend to publish it. Since he had decided to do it, he would do it seriously as practice.
It was a good habit. No matter what, it had to be planted to have a chance to sprout. People who didn't buy lottery tickets couldn't even win two dollars.
In the brightly lit living room, only the screams of the goblins could be heard from time to time. Xu Qing sat on the sofa and wrote on his phone, looking up at Jiang He from time to time. Jiang He was operating his Ghostblade seriously, starting a new round of the game.
The young girls from the Tang Dynasty were playing games here. It was very harmonious.
It was dark outside. Through the window, he could see the sparse stars in the distant sky, giving off a feeling of peace.
"It's time to sleep after a while."
Xu Qing, who had written two thousand words, stood up and stretched. After reminding her, he went back to his room to find his pajamas to take a shower.
It had been a tiring day. Just in the afternoon, when he was waiting for Jiang He to figure it out, he had made countless deductions in his head, and he had done a lot of preparation.
The long speech with her had also used up a lot of his brain cells.
Finally, he had calmed down.
Jiang He listened to him go into the room, and a moment later, he walked into the bathroom and closed the door. Then she heaved a sigh of relief, and her straight back bent a little.
She looked calm on the surface, but she was panicking inside.
She had been worried that Xu Qing would say something like "I like you" to her again …
She didn't know how to deal with it. She was still a little confused after what he said in the afternoon.
"Oh right."
Xu Qing suddenly poked his head out of the bathroom. Jiang He immediately sat up straight and stared at the computer.
"You'd better work harder on simplified characters. Although the sentences are understandable, it's still not that convenient.
I bought a set of Pinyin learning books. When it arrives in a few days, you should learn it well. Once you master it, you can use the keyboard to type. "
"I understand."
"You should have said yes. I understand. Thank you, young hero." Xu Qing entertained himself and didn't mind her coldness.
It wasn't right to say that she was cold. She probably wasn't good at communicating.
Water flowed down from the top of his head. He hummed a song as he applied shampoo and shower gel on his hair, looking forward to his future life.
So be it if you're not good at communication. Not everyone in the modern world is a chatterbox. Although you'd be cuter if you were a chatterbox, you'd be fine right now.
Successfully hugged twice, + 1 achievement point.
It felt like a strategy.
After showering, Xu Qing looked at himself in the mirror for a while. Then, he put on his pajamas and closed the door to prevent the bathroom from heating up too quickly.
"I'm not washing my hair today," Jiang He said in advance.
"Ah? Oh … then go to bed early. "
After drying his hair, Xu Qing put away the hairdryer. He looked around and saw that there was nothing else to do. Then, he prepared to return to his room.
Although he wanted to stay in the living room and talk with Jiang He for a while longer, it wasn't good to talk too much. It would be too much to mention whether he liked her or not. He should give her some space to think.
"Good night, heroine."
"Good night, Xu Qing."
Jiang He looked at the time. It was only nine o 'clock. She hesitated for a moment and didn't return to her room to practice. Instead, she continued to use the keyboard to fight with the goblins.
At 10: 30, she turned off the game and looked at the door of Xu Qing's room. Then, she opened Baidu and started asking questions.
…
Night.
The moonlight was cold.
Xu Qing was sleeping soundly on the bed. The blanket was wrapped tightly around his body. One of his legs was stretched out, but he didn't feel cold at all.
The doorknob of the room moved slightly. Then, it opened silently. Jiang He sneaked in and stood in front of the bed. She held her breath and listened for a moment. After confirming that his breathing was stable and he didn't wake up, she moved to the head of the bed.
Like? Don't like?
She squatted down gently and looked at Xu Qing's face carefully. She could only see the outline of his face in the dark.
After a long time.
Jiang He stood up again and looked around the room. It was dark, but she couldn't see anything clearly. She hesitated for a moment and bent down a little closer to Xu Qing. She seemed to be sensing something. Then, she sneaked out and closed the door very carefully.
The room became quiet again, as if nothing had happened.
…
"Morning."
Early in the morning, Xu Qing and Jiang He, who didn't notice anything, opened the door at the same time. They greeted each other and opened the door to practice their stances.
He didn't know if it was a psychological effect or an illusion. After practicing his stance, he was full of energy every morning.
Or maybe it was because Jiang He was practicing swordsmanship on the opposite side.
But he just wanted to take credit for the stance. He tried hard to believe that it was a top-notch technique that could strengthen his body and prolong his life.
"Can you spit out white mist? I heard that when you guys practice too much, there'll be white stuff when you spit out … "
Xu Qing always felt that her kung fu was not as simple as he thought. Her small body could break a tree …
She must be hiding her strength.
"White mist?" Jiang He listened to his description and looked out of the window. "You can do it outside."
"Outside … I can do it too."
Who didn't know how to do it in winter?
"I'm talking about that kind of inner Qi. Like Tang Zichen, it's very condensed and you can spit it out with a breath."
"Who's Tang Zichen?"
"Wang Chao's master. You don't know him."
Xu Qing waved his hand and exhaled smoothly, ending the day's practice. "It's in a novel. I'll show it to you when I have the chance. Not now. Too many complicated things will affect your learning and understanding of the real modern world."
"…"
"Are you going to say: You know I don't know him, but you still say it?" Xu Qing looked at her and asked.
Jiang He raised his eyebrows in surprise. What's wrong with this person? He knew what she would think, but he still said it and even asked if she thought so …
"If you want to say it, just say it. This is called roasting. If you learn to roast, you won't look so serious anymore."
"Roast?" Jiang He learned a new word.
"Yes, roast. This is a way of life. Just like when I was a UP, I often roasted those ancient period movies for being unreasonable …
Anyway, roast when you need to roast, and be serious when you need to be serious. This way, you will appear more, more … Anyway, it's good. You can say whatever you want. "
Xu Qing did not study psychology, but he had his own way of doing things. It was better to roast than to be serious all the time.
Expressing one's thoughts was also a form of communication, and it was good for the two of them to get closer.
"Easy life … You didn't sleep well last night? Why do you look so tired? "He came out and saw the tiredness on Jiang He's face.
"I slept late last night." Jiang He turned his head as if nothing had happened.
Actually, he did not sleep the whole night.
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