Farewell My Concubine was a story of that era.
Although it was very far away from the present, the local customs and the changes of the times were indescribable.
Xu Qing held the bowl of porridge and occasionally took a few bites of pickled vegetables. He accompanied Jiang He to watch the movie until the end. Cheng Dieyi drew her sword and committed suicide.
It was an era, a story.
"The drama in this movie is outdated, just like Kung Fu. Not many people put in the effort to practice it, and even if they did, there was no way out. It could only become a small circle and become a cultural heritage. Simply put, the times have changed."
He sighed. He did not know why he sighed. When he watched this kind of movie, it would always touch a part of his heart. This was why he liked watching movies, and why he liked doing UP.
A good movie could make people reminisce for years or even decades, and they would want to watch it again.
Jiang He looked at the ending song thoughtfully. She did not understand it as well as Xu Qing, but the conflict between the two eras was directly conveyed through the screen, and it had nothing to do with whether she understood it or not.
This was the value of art. Human sadness and happiness were not connected, but art could make people feel the same way.
"The times have changed." Jiang He also sighed.
"Hmm?"
Xu Qing looked sideways. These four words coming out of her mouth were indescribably strange.
"What is a man afraid of running at night?" Jiang He did not care about his surprise and changed the topic.
"Running at night is a kiss. Men are afraid of this the most. If you don't like me one day, you can use this to scare me …" Xu Qing could not make up anymore. He saw Jiang He was clenching her fists.
"Running at night is a drama."
He gave up on teaching Jiang He to joke, and took the dishes to the kitchen to wash. He said, "Sifan too. Sifan's story is about a young nun who is in love and runs down the temple to chase after a man. It's quite good, but you probably won't understand it.
These two movies rely heavily on basic skills. It's a one-man show, and there is no change in the middle. There is not even time to take a break and drink water. Before going on stage, you will feel thirsty, and if you drink too much, you will have to hold in your pee. After going on stage, you have to hold in your breath. Anyway, it's quite difficult. If you can sing it well, it means that you have mastered Kung Fu. "
"Running at night is Leopard Head Lin Chong. He is a few hundred years younger than you. He held his breath and ran at night on a snowy night … Just before he died, he died from holding his breath. You can see how difficult it is, right?"
Xu Qing swung his hands out. He felt much better after drinking some porridge, and his mood was inexplicably good. "Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming, and Qing, the movie just now is from the end of the Qing Dynasty to the beginning of the Republic. There are so many changes, and we are so far apart … Wow, amazing."
Speaking of Lin Chong, he felt so far away, but when he looked at Jiang He, he felt a little closer.
If one day he went out and picked up Lin Chong … Oh my god, he would do nothing but pick up people every day.
"The power of the times is invincible. The heinous things in the past will be seen everywhere, and the things that we loved to see in the past may be crimes now."
After saying this, he ignored Jiang He who was deep in thought. He carried his pajamas into the bathroom to take a shower.
Every time after watching a movie, she had to think for a while. This was a good thing, and it was better than not thinking at all.
The longer Jiang He stayed here, the more she thought about the past, the present, and the future.
With the improvement of her knowledge, she gradually understood the value of having a place to stay here.
When Dan Gang came here, she wandered around outside with her sword for two hours. If it weren't for the heavy rain that caused the streets to be sparsely populated, she would have been caught even if she ran around with her sword in her hand without being noticed.
The more stable this society was, the more dangerous it was when she first came here.
If Xu Qing had acted recklessly at that time, the result might have been different.
She sat cross-legged on the sofa and looked down at the rough part of her hand. She used her fingers to dig a few times, and then looked at the bathroom.
Times had changed.
Second Mother's words seemed to be outdated … right?
…
When Xu Qing came out, he saw Jiang He was hesitating about something, and his hands were almost twisted together.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing."
Jiang He stood up as if nothing had happened, walked straight into the room, and closed the door.
"Hurry up and take a shower. It's warm inside, not cold at all." Xu Qing shouted from behind.
"Okay!"
Hearing Jiang He's response, Xu Qing went to the computer and moved White Gourd away. He sat down and clicked casually. He listened to the door behind him open, and then the sound of Jiang He stomping into the bathroom. Only then did he open Baidu to look at his browsing history.
It was empty.
Suspecting that he had opened it the wrong way, Xu Qing closed it and reopened it, but it was still empty.
This …
Had he learned how to clear his browsing history?
He looked back at the bathroom, a little surprised.
Ten minutes later.
The bathroom door made a light sound.
Xu Qing maintained the posture of Ge You on the sofa and looked back.
Jiang He was no longer the same as before. She still dressed neatly after taking a shower. She changed into pajamas that were a few sizes too big, tilted her head to let her hair slanted to one side, and wrapped her hair with a bath towel. Her pajamas revealed a section of her smooth calves. She changed into cotton slippers and walked towards him.
As she got closer, Xu Qing could see that her face was flushed from the steam, and there were still some water droplets on her forehead. She was pink and delicate, completely unlike the strong woman who could break a tree with one arm.
"What are you looking at?" Jiang He was a little uncomfortable. She did not pass the hairdryer to him, but plugged it in and did it herself.
"If it wasn't for the fact that you could kill me with a slap, I might have committed a crime."
"Hmm?"
"Unfortunately, there are no ifs." Xu Qing lay on the sofa and did not move. Instead, he closed his eyes.
The hairdryer hummed as it began to work. Jiang He sat on the chair and dried her hair. Suddenly, a thought came to her mind. "If I were a … weak girl without the strength to truss a chicken, what would you have done?"
"Call the security to send you home."
"Why?"
"Because some people nowadays wear ancient costumes. If you didn't throw that dart that day, I would have thought you were a lost girl …"
Jiang He was a little ashamed that he had destroyed his TV the first time they met. "Just because of that dart?"
"Also, your broken straw sandals with your toes exposed, your temperament, your eyes, your expression … Anyway, it's all there. My intuition tells me that something isn't right. That dart can only be considered as a trigger, but it's very important. If it wasn't for that trigger, I would only think of you as a strange person."
Xu Qing carefully recalled the scene when they first met. "Normally, it would be hard for me to believe you, but when all the abnormalities were put together, and you scared me with the dart, I … let you in purely on impulse. If I had time to calm down, this might not have happened. After all, you were quite scary with a sword."
Jiang He glanced at him as she blew her hair. She thought about it and said, "In other words, if I was weak, you might have let me in, but in the end, you would hand me over to the police?"
"No, you would hand me over to the security, and then the security would hand me over to the police."
"Wouldn't you want to commit a crime?"
"… I am not a criminal!" Xu Qing said grumpily. "I … Never mind, you won't understand."
Only an idiot would do that kind of thing.
Jiang He did not say anything else, and only the noise from the hairdryer could be heard in the living room.
The two of them were thinking about their own things. They were already used to a man and a woman staying in the same room.
After all, they did not do anything.
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