Back home.
Xu Qing stopped nagging Jiang He, and Jiang He didn't turn on the computer to play games either. She went back to her room with the teddy bear in her hand, deep in thought.
"Meow ~"
White Gourd had been hungry for nearly a day. The two of them had forgotten to put cat food in it when they went out early in the morning. Now it was so hungry that it ran over and rubbed against Xu Qing's trousers.
Since Jiang He came, it hadn't suffered like this. It was fed at a fixed time every day.
"Do you want to eat it?" Xu Qing shook the bag of cat food. "If you want to eat it, meow again."
Listening to White Gourd's meowing, he opened the gap and poured most of the food into its small bowl. Watching it eat happily for a while, he turned back to the table, turned on the computer, and logged into his UP account to do something.
Xu Qing wasn't worried about Jiang He's state at all. It was nothing more than a girl's struggle … Moreover, she knew nothing about relationships. Her level was probably equivalent to his when he was in fifth grade.
When he was in fifth grade, he wanted to buy a raccoon every day to make up for 108 heroes. He threw the stack of paper stars that his deskmate gave him to Qin Hao to play with. After many years, he regretted it so much that he slapped his thigh. Damn it, it would have been better to give it to the girl he liked. He could have said that he made it himself.
Jiang He was still ignorant about relationships. She had a good impression of him and instinctively wanted to go one step further, but she was afraid, so she struggled there.
He needed a little help in this situation. He needed to make it clear to her and let her struggle. Maybe after the struggle, she would get over it and secretly climb into his bed in the middle of the night …
Oh, she was thinking too much.
In winter, the nights were long and the days were short. The night fell early.
The living room was dark, and only the computer shone on Xu Qing's face, which was gloomy and pale.
White Gourd didn't come to make trouble after it was full. It ran to the heater and lay down. It was warmer there, warmer than Jiang He's arms.
Time passed unknowingly.
Xu Qing worked all the way until eight o 'clock in the evening. It was already dark outside when he finally finished his work. He made a compilation of classical wuxia confessions: "Five Hundred Years in the Storm of Swords", "I Want to Be with You" by Li Mubai, "Let's Forget each other in the Pugilistic World" by Dragon Gate Flying Armor …
Deep winter had just arrived, but it was already early spring in this slut's heart.
He got up and turned on the lights in the living room. The house was quiet. He turned to look at the time and noticed that something was wrong.
Where's the food?
Where is he?
Thud thud thud.
Xu Qing knocked on the door of Jiang He's room. A moment later, there was a soft sound, and Jiang He appeared at the door in a sweater. His hair was a little messy, and there was a trace of confusion in his eyes.
"Are you sleeping?" Xu Qing asked in surprise. She looked like she had just woken up.
"Yes, I slept for a while."
"Aren't you hungry?"
"A little …" Jiang He rubbed his eyes and glanced at the clock in the living room. He suddenly came to his senses. "Why is it so late?"
"You're not sick, are you?"
Xu Qing raised his hand to touch her forehead. Jiang He leaned back subconsciously, but stopped herself. She watched as he placed his hand on her forehead.
"I … I'm just a little sleepy. I'll go cook now."
"Don't. You rest. Tell me if you feel uncomfortable. Drink more water." Xu Qing touched her forehead. She was fine. He waved his hand and turned around. "Do you want noodles? I'll cook two bowls of noodles. "
Jiang He placed her hand on her stomach and did not say anything. She stood at the door and watched him look for a kettle in the living room. He pressed the switch to boil water, and then turned to the kitchen.
"If you don't want to eat, I'll order takeout. Do you want to eat?" Xu Qing, who had entered the kitchen, popped his head out again and repeated his question.
"Yes."
"Oh, wait a minute. You can lie down a little longer."
The kitchen was filled with the sound of pots and bowls moving. The tap was running. Then, the induction cooker beeped twice, indicating that the water in the pot was ready to boil.
Jiang He turned around and picked up the electric heater that did not have much temperature. She went to the living room to charge it. Then, she sat on the sofa and continued to stare at the electric kettle beside the table.
"What's wrong with you? Do you feel uncomfortable? "Xu Qing asked.
She was very quiet. It was very abnormal.
"I feel very comfortable."
“？？？”
Facing Xu Qing's puzzled gaze, Jiang He thought for a while and said, "I just dreamed of Second Mother."
"What did you dream of her? Did she ask you to marry her? "
"No, she said potatoes were very delicious." Jiang He subconsciously touched her pocket, but her coat was on the hanger at the door. She had no pocket on her sweater, so she had to put her hand down.
Xu Qing was amused. She dreamed of Second Mother and even asked her to eat potatoes?
"And then?" he asked.
"And then …" Jiang He thought about it seriously. "She said you're a good person."
"That's all?"
"That's all."
Alright, after a thousand years, she was given a good person card by the void, and it was even in her dream.
"Drink some hot water to relieve that …"
When the water boiled, Xu Qing poured a cup of hot water for Jiang He and pushed it over. He had already guessed what happened to her, but he did not say much. He got up and went to the kitchen to look at his own pot.
He wanted to help but could not.
She just had to eat and drink and go back to sleep.
Not long after, he brought out two bowls of fragrant fine noodles. There were two poached eggs and some chopped green onions on the bowls. They were sprinkled with vinegar. Her appetite was whetted when she smelled it.
"Do you want some?"
Xu Qing asked Jiang He while holding two cloves of garlic.
Fine noodles without garlic would lose its soul … And if one person ate it and the other did not, the relationship would lose its soul. They had to eat it together or reject it together.
"Yes."
"I'll give you one." Xu Qing threw a clove into her bowl. He was in a good mood.
Green onions and garlic were not rejected. The little seedlings were great.
"This thing will taste in your mouth, but it's fine if two people eat it. No one will dislike the other," he said.
"If it's tasteless, wouldn't it be a waste to eat it?"
Jiang He slurped the noodles, feeling the beauty of the food. That little bit of coldness after waking up was dispelled by the steaming hot noodles. It warmed his stomach, and his whole body relaxed.
Satisfaction.
"No, I mean there will be a taste after eating it."
"Isn't that better?"
"…"
Xu Qing gave up on explaining. Anyway, this thing was meant to be eaten. If Jiang He disliked it, then he would not be Jiang He.
The two of them leaned over the table, each eating a bowl of noodles. It was more delicious than the barbecue they had at noon. The main reason was that they were hungry. A big bowl of noodles was warm, and there was not even any soup left.
"Leave it, I'll wash it. You continue to rest … It's better to take a shower and go to bed."
Stopping Jiang He from cleaning up the dishes, Xu Qing picked up the phone next to him, which was ringing. It was Wang Zijun.
It was probably that the computer was installed. Li Gaobo had always been efficient. If he said today, it would not be delayed until tomorrow, unless Wang Zijun was not free.
"Hello, Qingzi, you're really fast …"
Sure enough, Wang Zijun called for this matter, and he looked very happy.
"You just got a score, much better than me on the computer. This friend of yours is really good. He even helped me with a plug-in …"
The phone was chattering. Jiang He wanted to clean up the dishes, but Xu Qing stopped him. She simply got up and left the table. She did not return to the bedroom or take a shower. She ran to the computer and sat down, ready to play games.
A big bowl of steaming hot noodles went down her stomach. She was full of blood and vitality, and she was very energetic.
Sneaking a glance at Xu Qing, who was sitting on the sofa on the phone, Jiang He hesitated for a moment, then opened the Baidu window.
"The difference between dependence and liking"
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