Chapter 43

Although know Jiang He learning ability is very strong, but Xu Qing underestimated her, did not know that she has learned to steal touch Baidu.

And learn to fish.

After dinner, when he was paralyzed on the sofa waiting to watch the news, he glanced at Jiang He at random. Oh, this girl can turn the penguin space and click with the mouse there.

"This is you?" Jiang He also happened to look over, some surprised to see Xu Qing, and then look at the picture on the computer screen.

Flowing red hair, hair is still so long

"Well... It's not me." Xu Qing denied without changing her face.

"Very much like you."

"It's very similar, but... Well, it's me."

"You used to be so strange, like that, that..." Jiang He looked at the picture on the computer and couldn't find the adjective.

The red hair, oblique bangs, in the words of the psychiatrist, is: eyes, if not needed, can be donated to people in need.

"In the past, I used to be young and careless, and I like fancy things... It's all black history. Don't turn it over."

Xu Qing calmly went to quit his Penguin - the photo was left in the private album, which was originally used to spur him, and occasionally looked at it, so as not to produce any silly idea again. As a result, it was turned out by Jiang He.

Fortunately, the little movies are all in the hidden folder, otherwise they will be taken as... He doesn't know what they will be taken as, anyway, there is absolutely no misunderstanding.

"You used to have long hair?" Jiang He looks a little strange. Xu Qing's short hair is crisp all the time. It's hard for her to imagine how to make that shape.

"Bury love family, said you don't understand, we set off a tide in Dangshi."

Xu Qing sighed, if it were not for the same time as a loafer, he would not be urged to pay the rent by the old man every day.

How can I rent another house of my own? Never heard of it.

"Apply for one for you, and use your own... To pass on your cake photos or something. If there is no accident, you can keep it all the time. Don't worry about it."

He slapped out a number and said, "the password is your name Pinyin - well, you don't seem to know Pinyin. That's it, asdf... Click it again, remember?"

"Remember." Jiang He was finally turned away from the topic by him and began to study the penguin he got.

"Give me a net name first... I'll help you."

Xu Qing's bad taste suddenly rises. He quickly knocks the keyboard with both hands, and the four words "light dance and flying" are typed up. Then he shakes the mouse to click on the column of personal signature.

"I used to dream of going to the end of the world with my sword. Later, if I had no money, I would not go."

"Done." Xu Qing smiles and helps her add her friends.

It's quite a sense of the times.

"Does it sound good?" He asked.

"Dancing and flying..." Jiang he pondered for a while, inexplicably thought it was very nice, "yes, is this my net name?"

"Yes, just like wandering in the river and lake with false identity, don't disclose your true information on the Internet."

When everything was done, Xu Qing thought about it, and then helped her add a few sword three groups, saying: "watch them chat more, you can also try to participate in chatting. Everyone on the Internet has it. When you meet someone who is irritating, you don't have to worry about him - if you have something you can't understand, you can use it like Baidu, google..."

After successfully exposing the photos, Jiang he added a new activity after work. He was interested in the news of 99 + minutes in the group and pulled up one by one.

Xu Qing looked at the news broadcast, and sometimes glanced at her.

If you go on like this, you won't become a girl addicted to Internet, will you?

Anyway, it's better than digging mountains or going out to fight for justice.

I've been together for two months, and I'm used to having someone around to ask questions, or studying by myself in silence.

Xu Qing holding wax gourd does not let it run, caressing its back, thinking slowly spread out, began to think about what to do in the future.

She will gradually get familiar with this place, and then find a way to live, take root in this era, and become a complete modern urbanite

so what?

Both of them are ordinary people. A thousand years ago, she was a dust in Kaiyuan. Here, he is a brick in the flourishing age, and all he can do is stop here.

The night is deepening.

"I'm going to take a bath. Do you want to use it?" Jiang He got up and asked, shaking the mouse ready to shut down.

"No, turn it off."

Xu Qing casually said, finally willing to put down the long ravaged wax gourd, stretching and yawning.

It's good to go step by step.

"By the way, I bought a big bath towel. It absorbs water very well. You can wrap it around your hair and rub it hard for a while. It will blow dry faster."

"I see."

Jiang He went into the bathroom with his clothes in his arms, fumbled for his back and took off his little clothes - the ones Xu Qing bought for the first time were all a little small, so they were uncomfortable. Now they have changed and become more and more used to it.

What he said is right. Now everything exists for people's enjoyment. Everything we see from our eyes is everything.

Not like she was then, all for survival.

As Xu Qing said, it's really easy to dry your hair with a bath towel. When you come out, the top of your hair doesn't drip with water as before. Jiang He looks at the mirror of the washstand, pauses and looks at himself in the mirror.

It's only two months. She's quite different from when she first came here.

"Come on, I'm going to wash after blowing."

Xu Qing with hair dryer in the living room to urge.

In order to avoid the trouble of long hair and cut off the long black straight, Jiang He is used to helping to blow his hair before going to bed. After all, it's important to get along day and night and look comfortable.

"You can also try long hair, as long as it's not red." Jiang He sat down in his chair and suggested, "so I can help you, too."

Come and go, it's called fairness.

"No, I'm fine." Xu Qingwu began to help her lift her hair and blow dry, "men just want to be able, now more spirit."

"Only you can help me..."

"A little help."

Xu Qing doesn't care, "it's just a matter of raising your hand. There are people in the hair salon outside who help to blow your hair every day. You don't have to think... Well... I'll take you to the salon some other day to have your hair slightly trimmed for a better look."

Jiang He sits upright. Yu Guang looks at Xu Qing's shadow on the ground and says nothing.

If he was with him, he would not be able to live, would he?

Well, maybe she can protect him, or she can wave her hand.

I don't know what to think of, the corner of Jiang He's mouth moved, slightly bent up a little, and then he gathered back to his formal appearance.

He had better not go to that golden age.

Now that's good, very good.