All the encounters in the world were reunions after a long separation.
Xu Qing smelled the faint fragrance around him. It came from Jiang He's body. It was the fragrance of the shower gel and shampoo, as well as a warm, pleasant smell.
"Everyone and everything you've met is what you should have met. It's been predestined since many years ago.
This day, this moment, this scene, it's all the accumulation of your past actions or the influence of your personality …
When you came here, the first person you saw was not me. Before me, you went out for a walk and stayed in the corridor for a long time. You even met Aunt Cheng who had just returned home.
But in the end, I still met you, ate and lived together. This is fate. "
He raised his hand to touch Jiang He's beautiful hair behind her, but he only pressed the back of her hand.
"This is related to our past experiences. If I were a cold person, or a stubborn and honest person, or a hooligan, it would have led to a different result.
We are here now because of the accumulation of countless small things in the past, little by little. If I could go back to the day of the rainstorm, it wouldn't be strange for me to say to you, 'Finally here'. "
Jiang He carefully recalled the events of that day. "Just now, I asked you, if I were a weak and powerless woman …"
"Things would be very different," Xu Qing answered.
Jiang He was silent for a moment. She looked down at her slippers. "So … then what?"
"What then?"
"What are you trying to lie to me after talking for so long?"
"…"
Xu Qing froze.
"Hmm … Did I ask too directly?" Jiang He reflected.
"Is this a question of whether it's direct or not?" Xu Qing was half sober.
"Then what is the question?" Jiang He asked.
"Remove the word 'lie' from it," Xu Qing said.
He thought about it for the whole afternoon. He came back to sleep for a while and had a meal. Then he thought about it for a long time before he finally faced his impulse and the possible consequences.
He even considered whether traveling through time would damage his body and cause him to be unable to have children.
And this was the result?
Xu Qing took a deep breath and smelled the faint fragrance from Jiang He's body. He closed his eyes and reached out to hold her shoulders, wanting to pull her into his arms. However, Jiang He didn't move at all.
"…"
"…"
He opened his eyes and looked at Jiang He for a moment. The awkward silence spread.
"What do you want to do?" Jiang He looked at him strangely.
Those who practiced martial arts had to sit upright. It was not that easy for them to fall.
"Nothing … Haha, nothing."
Xu Qing sat up and climbed off the sofa. "I drank too much. Let me help you. I need to go to the washroom …"
Jiang He watched as he shuffled into the washroom before he retracted his gaze and placed it on his shoulder.
It seemed like it should have fallen due to his strength just now?
She blinked in hindsight.
…
The ambiguous atmosphere that had been brewing with great difficulty was easily destroyed. Xu Qing came out of the washroom tiredly. He turned his head to look at the mirror next to the sink. The person in the mirror was also looking at him.
He raised his hand and touched his unbuttoned chest. His mind was still a little muddled, so he washed his face and splashed his head with cold water. Instantly, he felt sober. He propped his arms on the sink and looked at himself carefully.
It seemed like it was just a little bit more.
The rough touch of Jiang He's palm on his chest seemed to still be there. If it wasn't a little bit interesting, she would definitely not have done such an intimate action.
It was just that her silly brain didn't know how to express it. Perhaps it was because she was shy or simply slow … What exactly was she thinking, Xu Qing couldn't guess, but he could feel the change in her.
"You're still here?"
Xu Qing wiped his face and walked out. He saw Jiang He still sitting there. It was already past ten o 'clock in the evening. It was not early anymore.
"Well … I'm going to play some more games."
"Oh."
The atmosphere was gone. He took his laptop and sat on the sofa to do some serious work.
He had just watched Farewell My Concubine. He hadn't written a review yet. No matter how old the film was or how many times it had been watched, if he wanted to do something, then he would do it seriously. It didn't matter if people saw what he wrote. Writing it would not only be practice, but it would also help him raise his account.
There was no skyscraper that was built from the ground up. It was built bit by bit.
Jiang He, who said he wanted to play games, only logged in to take a look. He didn't have any fatigue points. He checked the prices of the auction house according to Xu Qing's instructions and recorded them on a piece of paper. He then turned off the computer and went to Xu Qing's side to see what he was doing.
In the brightly lit living room, only the clicking sound of the keyboard could be heard. Xu Qing focused on writing. He stopped for a moment from time to time and then continued typing, trying hard to ignore the faint fragrance around him.
He flirted with her, but she didn't resolve it. This girl wasn't a good person.
"What's the use of this?" Jiang He asked after looking at it for a while.
"If I do it well, I can make money. If I don't, I can just kill time. Anyway, it's better than doing nothing."
Hearing about making money, Jiang He's eyes lit up. "Can I do it?"
"You haven't learned Chinese." Xu Qing typed on the keyboard and said casually, "There are a lot of things that you can only accept but not express. For example, you can't express your love for me …
How do you feel after watching that movie? "
"Times have changed," Jiang He said.
"And then?"
"Well …"
"Think carefully. Teacher Xu will teach you."
Xu Qing smiled and continued writing. He wrote about Little Bean, Cheng Dieyi, and from opera to reality.
Some people said that movies extended human life by three times. This was not without reason. It could make people think with their brains and look at life from a different perspective.
"Heroes are short-lived. Lin Chong was like this, and so was the Tyrant."
Accompanied by Jiang He and White Gourd, Xu Qing used the keyboard to write freely.
"Many things are not only about expression, but also the inside story … How should I put it? If you don't know these two people, you won't be able to taste it and understand the things inside. For example, you won't think about the real or fake Tyrant at all.
So read more. "
He stretched and finished the article. He turned to look at Jiang He, who was sitting next to him in his pajamas and stroking the cat. He felt a little restless in the middle of the night. "Do you like reading?"
"Yes."
"Uncle likes to read you too."
"…"
Jiang He blinked his eyes. For some reason, he felt that his smile was somewhat malicious.
"Can I hug you?" Xu Qing asked.
"Why … why are you hugging me?"
"Satisfy me."
Seeing that Jiang He did not speak, Xu Qing tried to reach out and put Jiang He and White Gourd in his arms.
He let out a long sigh as the soft fragrance entered his arms.
"Do you remember the fake medicine I explained to you last time when I wrote the fake medicine movie review?"
Jiang He pursed her lips and felt the warmth of his body. She closed her eyes quietly. "I remember."
"Businessmen chase after profit. Profit is not a derogatory term. Profit is the first motivation."
Xu Qing smelled the fragrance in her hair and said softly, "I also chase after profit. I am greedy for you."
"…"
"So I want to be a gentle man who can support the family for you."
Before Jiang He could respond, he had already let go of his arms and stood up. He smiled and touched Jiang He's little hand again before turning back to his room.
"Good night, sleep early."
"Good, good night."
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