Chapter 39

What Xu Qing appreciates most about Jiang He is that when she comes across something she has never seen or heard of, she thinks: Oh, there are such things. And then either believe it, or doubt it to check or think about it.

Instead of seeing what you don't know, yelling: fake! I've never heard of it!

It's not terrible to have less cognition. It's just smart. It's not stupid enough to think that the one you live in is the whole world, which saves him 80% of the trouble.

"Is it normal to do such... Such... Immoral things in the street?"

Passing by the park, Jiang He saw the couple on the bench over there, and asked Xu Qing in a low voice.

"No, that's immoral." Xu. Single dog. Qing is upright.

"Oh, I thought..."

Jiang He didn't finish, after getting the answer, he looked away. It's not good for others to kiss.

In all respects, this is a real golden age.

"Aren't you very open there?" Xu Qing is strange.

In his spare time, he also learned about Jiang He's time. It's said that he was very open, the society was full of pleasure, and the wine and sex culture was developed.

"Open?" Jiang He has no doubt.

"Yes, that Li Shimin... You won't be uncomfortable talking about them, will you?"

Seeing that Jiang He shook his head, he continued: "Li Shimin married his sister-in-law, and Wu Chou served their father and son one after another, as well as the princess, the debating monk... There are a lot of poems and erotic words, and I heard that there is also the exchange of concubines."

Xu qingte is curious about the difference. The old man has studied history all his life. If Jiang He's totally wrong at this time, those histories are all false, he will have a lot of fun.

"I've heard about these things, too." Jiang Hedao.

"And then?"

"What then?"

“……”

Xu Qing felt that something had gone wrong. "So there's no reason you haven't seen this in such an open society, right?"

He pointed to the direction behind him, indicating the two lovers who had just popped.

"What do I have to do with the affairs of the emperor and the officials?" Jiang He was surprised that the emperor would not allow her to watch, nor would she go to the street to have sex with the queen.

"... I see."

Xu Qing knows what the problem is.

Historical materials generally record the affairs of a certain minister, an emperor, or a scholar... Even the sign of "remarriage" is illustrated by more than 20 princesses.

The opening of the upper class represents the opening of the society in the history books.

Maybe the social atmosphere at that time was quite open, such as remarriage, but that was only relative to the previous dynasties. In modern times, it's not enough.

Using the example of the openness of a certain group to generalize the whole is just like using the task of the host to generalize the erosion of the present era.

Not to mention the unearthed cultural relics, they are all excavated from the tombs, and those like Jiang He

Xu Qing looks at Jiang He and remembers the straw sandals she wore when she came.

Let's not say whether she has a tomb or not. Even if there is a small grave bag, the clothes can't be left until now. The so-called "fun" clothes that can be dug out are all put in the tomb by the official after he is drunk and ready to continue playing.

She is the common people.

And the people have always been represented, just like the average income.

"It's hard to be a Ranger. Fortunately, my wish didn't come true." Xu Qing sighs that it's just an ideal to go to brothels, listen to music, eat meat and drink wine. Maybe you can't eat enough.

"It's interesting to tell me about your life there when you have time."

He pondered when to compare the old man. The old man said that he was not doing his job every day, and he would be shocked at that time.

"My life... Is not as interesting as it is here." Jiang He looked up at the flashing neon lights in the distance and shook his head a moment later.

"You won't like it."

"Just listen to the story."

Xu Qing smiles at her and walks slowly with the cake.

Life is wonderful.

Uncle Zhao watched the two go out and come back with the cake. He wanted to say hello and see that they had a good talk. He wanted to shut up without disturbing.

Young... Quite romantic.

Walking back home, it was more than six o'clock. It was slightly dark. Xu Qing put the cake on the table, turned to look at the ginger he who poured cat food for the wax gourd, went back to the bedroom, found a lighter, took out the candles and lit them.

You have to have the whole set on your birthday.

"Turn off the light." Xu Qing waited for her to pour good cat food and said aloud.

"Turn off the lights for what?"

"Just close it. It's called ritual."

"Oh."

Jiang He turned off the light according to his words, and the living room fell into darkness. Only the dim light of candles scattered on the cake in front of the table made Xu Qing's face twinkle.

"Come here and sit down... Yes, wait a moment. You close your eyes and make a wish. It's just what you want. Don't say it. After making a wish, open your eyes and blow out the candle." Xu Qing took her to sit down and said, "it's not difficult to blow it all out in one breath, is it?"

"It's not hard." When Jiang He saw his name written on the birthday cake, he didn't know what he had been poked by. It was warm, soft and unspeakable.

"Well, make a wish. Your first birthday here... May be the first in memory, and it will come true."

Seeing Jiang He looking at him, Xu Qing could not help scratching his chin, "what's the matter?"

"I want something."

"Have you thought about it?"

"Well."

Jiang he closed his eyes and said something.

Xu Qing leaned forward to eavesdrop. As a result, Jiang He opened his eyes and looked at him.

"Well... Is it ready?" Xu Qing was embarrassed and had been face to face. It seemed as if he was going to do something.

"Make a promise."

"Blow the candle so fast."

Xu Qinglian expression, pretending nothing happened to get up to the door there, and so she blow out the candle will turn on the light, the living room to restore light.

Jiang He looked at the smoking candle and said, "this ceremony is very strange."

"It's from the foreign devils. I'm used to it. I had to sing a song."

Xu Qing hesitated for a moment, gave up this link, "singing is too awkward, make a wish to eat, come on, you cut it a knife."

Put the plastic knife into Jiang He's hand. Jiang He looks at the patterns on the cake and the words "Happy Birthday to Jiang He, full of happiness." he hesitates and asks, "can you use that mobile phone..."

"Cell phone?" Xu Qing Leng a reaction, "take a picture, right? Bring your mobile phone."

Using Jiang He's mobile phone to take a picture of her birthday cake, Jiang Hecai carefully cut it from the edge with a knife, and handed it to Xu Qing with a piece of cream flower: "here you go first."

"Well... OK, I'll take this one. The rest is yours. You can eat as hard as you can."

Xu Qing didn't refuse. He took his little flower and looked around. He didn't take it immediately. He didn't like the sweet and greasy thing of cream.

Jiang He didn't stop. With a stroke of dexterity, he dug up a piece for himself. He smelt the aroma of cream and stopped for a while. Suddenly, he was reluctant to eat it.

It's a bit of a sin to enjoy happiness.

"Why not?" Xu Qing got up and took out two cans of happy water in the fridge. After opening it, he pushed a can in the past. "Happy birthday."

"Thank you."

Jiang He carefully took a bite of the cake, sipped his mouth and tasted it carefully. It was as delicious as yesterday.

"Don't you think it's too sweet?"

"No, it's delicious." Jiang He showed a trace of satisfaction.

That appearance reminds Xu Qing of the first time she ate cream when she was a child. It seems that she enjoyed it like this.

I don't know when to start. I'm tired of it and I don't like it any more... Maybe I've eaten too much, maybe more and more delicious food has compared it.

But those happy, also turned into memory, has been left in a corner of my heart, that is the most simple happy.

"Come on, meet me." Xu Qing takes coke as wine and touches Jiang He.

Jiang He is lucky to be here. Why not?

Life is just a few decades, can have this kind of experience of picking up the ancients, not in vain, later accidentally think of it is also an interesting thing.

"Well." Jiang He took a sip of coke and felt the bubble burst in his mouth.

"To meet you."

In the bright living room, Xu Qing sits opposite Jiang He across the cake.

To this meeting across thousands of years.