Chapter 83

home-coming.

Xu Qing didn't drag Jiang He to force him to talk. Jiang He didn't turn on the computer to play games. He went back to his room with a bear in his hand and thought about things.

"Meow"

Wax gourd has been hungry for nearly a day. When they went out early in the morning, they forgot to put cat food for it. Now they are very hungry. They come to rub against Xu Qing's trouser legs.

Since Jiang He came, he hasn't suffered from this kind of grievance. He is regularly fed every day.

"Do you want to eat?" Xu Qing, a villain with a cat food bag, said, "if you want to eat, meow again."

Listening to the meow of wax gourd, he opened the gap and poured most of it into its small basin. He watched it eat sweetly for a while, turned back to his desk, turned on the computer, logged on the up and made trouble.

Xu Qing doesn't worry about Jiang He's state at all. It's just the girl's family's entanglement... Besides, she doesn't know anything about feelings, which is only about the level of his fifth grade.

In the fifth grade, I wanted to buy a raccoon every day to make up 108 heroes. My deskmate gave him paper folding. In a twinkling of an eye, he threw the little star to Qin Hao to play. Later, after many years, I regretted that I had to pat my thigh. Damn, it's good to leave it for the girl I like now. I just said that I folded it myself, and it's a big killer.

Jiang He didn't know what to do. He was still confused about feelings. He instinctively wanted to take a step closer when he had a good feeling, but he was afraid, so he tangled there.

We need a little help in this situation. We can find out for her directly and let her tangle. Maybe after the tangle, she wants to open up and sneak into his bed in the middle of the night

Oh, I want to fart.

In winter, the night is long and the day is short.

The living room was dark, only the computer scattered light, reflected in Xu Qing's face, dark and white.

The wax gourd didn't come to make trouble when he was full. He ran to lie next to the heating pipe. It was warmer there, warmer than Jiang He's arms.

Time passes unconsciously.

Xu Qingcai finished his work and made a collection of classical martial arts confessions: five hundred years of wind and rain in the sword rain, Li mubai's "I want to be with you" and Longmen Feijia's "forget each other in the Jianghu"

It's the beginning of spring in this wretch's heart when winter comes.

He got up and turned on the light in the living room. The room was quiet. He turned to look at the time. He noticed that it was wrong.

What about dinner?

Anyone here?

Dudududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududu.

Xu Qing knocked on the door of Jiang He's room. A moment later, there was a light sound. Jiang He in a sweater appeared at the door. His hair was a little scattered and his eyes were a little confused.

"Are you sleeping?" Xu Qing asked in surprise. She seemed to wake up.

"Well, a little sleep."

"Not hungry?"

"It seems a little..." Jiang he rubbed his eyes, looked at the table in the living room, and suddenly woke up, "why is it so late?"

"Isn't he ill?"

Xu Qing raised her hand to touch her forehead. Jiang he leaned back subconsciously and stopped again. He watched him put his hand on his forehead.

"I'm just a little sleepy, so I'm going to cook."

"Don't worry. You can have a rest. If you feel uncomfortable, tell me to drink more water." Xu Qing touched her forehead, waved and turned, "do you want to eat noodles? I'll cook two bowls of noodles. "

Jiang He put his hand on his stomach and did not speak. He stood at the door to see him looking for a kettle in the living room, then pressed the switch to boil water, and then turned to the kitchen.

"I'll take out if I don't want to. Do you want to eat?" Xu Qing, who entered the kitchen, looked out again and asked repeatedly.

"Eat."

"Oh, wait a minute. You can lie down a little longer."

In the kitchen, the sound of the pots and bowls, the water tap, and the sound of the induction cooker indicate that the water in the pot has been burned.

Jiang He turned around and picked up the warm baby, which was not warm enough, went to the living room to charge it, then sat down on the sofa and watched the electric kettle whining at the table.

"What's the matter with you? What's wrong? " Asked Xu Qing.

It's quiet. It's abnormal.

"I'm comfortable."

“？？？”

Facing Xu Qing's puzzled eyes, Jiang He thought, "I just dreamt of Er Niang."

"What did she do? Let's make you agree with each other? "

"No, she said potatoes were delicious." Jiang He subconsciously felt for his pocket, but his coat was on the hanger at the door. There was no pocket on her sweater, so she had to put it down again.

Xu Qingle had a dream about Er Niang and asked her to eat potatoes?

"And then?" He asked.

"Then..." Jiang He seriously recalled, "she said you are a good person."

"No more?"

"No more."

OK, after a thousand years, a good man card was issued by the void, which was still issued in a dream.

"Drink some hot water, relieve what..."

When the water boils, Xu Qing pours a cup of hot water for Jiang He and pushes it over. He has already guessed what's wrong with her, but he doesn't say much. He gets up and goes to the kitchen to see his pot.

willing to help but unable to do so.

Just eat and drink and go back to sleep.

Not long after that, he brought out two bowls of delicious noodles. There were two poached eggs lying on the bowl, and a little chopped scallion. When he sprinkled vinegar, he had a big appetite.

"Do you want it?"

Xu Qing asked Jiang He with two cloves of garlic.

If there is no garlic in dried noodles, you will lose your soul... If one person eats it and another person doesn't, you will lose your soul. You have to eat it together or refuse it together.

"Yes."

"Give you one." Xu Qingdiao a piece to her bowl, in a good mood.

Garlic and onion are welcome, and the seedlings are great.

"This thing will taste in your mouth, but it's ok if you eat it for two people. No one will dislike anyone." He said.

"No taste, not for nothing?"

Jiang He eats noodles and feels the beauty of the food. The cold feeling after waking up is dispelled by the steaming noodles, which warms up to the stomach and makes the whole person calm down.

Satisfaction.

"No, I mean it will taste after eating."

"Isn't that better?"

“……”

Xu Qing gave up the explanation. Anyway, the food is for eating. If Jiang He dislikes this, it's not Jiang He.

Two people lie at the table, a bowl of noodles to eat than the barbecue at noon also fragrant, mainly hungry, a bowl of noodles under the belly warm, even soup is not left.

"Leave me to wash. You'd better take a bath and go to bed."

To stop Jiang He from cleaning up the dishes, Xu Qing picks up the ringing mobile phone and picks it up. It's Wang Zijun.

It is estimated that the computer has been installed, and Li Gaobo has always done things neatly, saying that today will not be delayed until tomorrow, unless Prince Jun himself is not free.

"Hello, Qingzi, you are fast enough..."

Sure enough, Wang Zijun's phone call is about this, and he seems to be very happy.

"Just ran a point, more than my computer cow on stage, you find this friend is interesting enough, give me a plug-in..."

When Jiang He wanted to collect the dishes and chopsticks, he was stopped by Xu Qing. He just got up and left the table. Instead of going back to the bedroom or taking a bath, he ran to the computer and sat down to play games.

A bowl of hot noodles, she has been full of blood resurrection, good spirit.

Peeking at Xu Qing sitting on the sofa on the phone, Jiang he hesitates for a moment and opens Baidu's narrow window.

"The difference between dependence and liking"