Chapter 134

Xu Wenbin has studied the history of half his life, digging holes and dead people. Xu Qing is not interested in that thing.

It's OK to like a live one, with soft lips

"Antiques?"

Qin maocai almost burst out laughing, like antiques or something... Rather like money, "Lao Xu likes antiques because he likes research, you like that..."

"I like research, too." Xu Qing took Jiang He's little hand and kneaded it twice. He was upright.

"Cough... OK, you like research, too."

Can work out a wool.

Jiang He reflected for a while before he remembered what antiques were. Feeling the temperature in Xu Qing's hand under the table, he realized that he was the one being studied and quietly squeezed his hand.

"Sizzle"

"What's the matter?"

"It's OK, it's OK."

After sitting in the Qin's house for more than half an hour, they continued their tea. They got up and left. Qin maocai himself sat in the living room for a rest. He used the remote control to search for the TV program that was not good. He turned it off again and went to the balcony to lean on the rocking chair.

In the afternoon, the sun is slanting down. From the balcony, you can see two people walking out of the corridor. Xu Qing stands downstairs and looks up. Qin maocai waves with a fan. The hero is lying quietly in the cage, accompanying the old man.

"I'm not an antique."

Jiang He thinks that antiques are very old. She is not old, and she is very young. She is much younger than Xu Qing. She just came to modern times by accident.

"And what are you?"

"I'm... I'm the current director." Jiang He created a new word.

"You just learned to joke." Xu qinglue once talked about antiques. Anyway, Jiang He is Jiang He. Except for the pace of making a living, the rest are not different from ordinary girls.

He put his five fingers through Jiang He's fingers, clasped them with her ten fingers, and shook his arm, "great progress, you can kiss me here."

"Is it here?"

Jiang He turns to look around. They haven't come out of the community yet. In broad daylight, she won't do such a... Apprentice's action in public.

"I don't want to. You want to cheat me again."

"I'm not lying to you. I'm just stating it."

It's a long afternoon. Since they came out, they didn't go back immediately. They took a long walk around here in Xu Wenbin, that is, shopping.

The word "shopping" is hard for Jiang He to understand at first. It seems that it has no other use except to familiarize her with the outside environment, but Xu Qing is very happy in it, saying that it is a lovers' activity.

When you get out of the residential area, turn right and walk for more than ten minutes. It's a traffic light intersection. Jiangcheng calls it the "big turntable" because there are several intersections in it. In the middle of it is a big green circle, and traffic has to go around the circle.

At such a big intersection, the road is much wider than where they live. Jiang he follows Xu Qing, raises his left hand and puts it on his forehead to cover the sun, slightly squints and looks up at the traffic lights and the monitoring probe.

"It has dead ends, doesn't it?"

"What?" Xu Qing didn't respond to her sudden question.

"Monitoring, there should be dead ends, right? It's like taking pictures on a cell phone. "

"Yes... There must be, but very few. The dead corner of this monitoring may be covered by another monitoring, so it's hard for you to judge whether it's a real dead corner or a fake dead corner."

Xu Qing moved her sight away from the traffic light and fell on Jiang He's face: "why do you ask this?"

"It's amazing." Jiang Hedao.

She stares at the surveillance probe above for a moment, then looks around. "Sometimes it's like a dream."

"Dream, can you dream of this?"

"No dream."

Of course, dream is not dream, if you can dream... Xu Qing do not know what will happen, just think about it, he felt that he could not accept.

Although space-time travel is very shocking, there are many strange things in the world. For example, he can barely adapt to it. If there are more strange things, he will have to doubt whether the world is coming to an end.

Or a third rate story written by an artist... Just like Hirata in comics and comics day.

After crossing the road, Jiang He held his hand tightly, like she had something to say. However, there were other pedestrians on the side, so she had to bear it. She waited for others to go away before coming closer to Xu Qing. She said in a low voice, "is that a beggar?"

Xu Qingshun looks over her eyes. There is a thick dirty quilt under a billboard beside the road. On it sits a dirty person, lying on the ground with his upper body and his head buried deeply. In front of him is a plastic box with some scattered cash.

"Then... It should be."

"What does it mean to be?" Jiang he doubts.

According to her observation and Xu Qing's words, this should be a place where you can eat and wear as long as you work hard. Beggars should not exist.

Unless

She couldn't help looking back, inexplicably nervous.

"Did you have the beggars' sect at that time?" Xu Qing is suddenly curious, the legendary Qiao gang leader Hong Qigong or something... Oh, that's not an era.

But for those who like martial arts novels, the beggars' sect always has a special feeling.

"Beggars are beggars. There are no gangs."

Jiang He shook his head, slightly frowned and recalled: "but it's said that there are rich places where beggars will grab territory and repel foreigners together..."

She was not sure about what she had heard. After a few words, she turned around and asked, "that was the beggars' sect... And the gang?"

"I don't know. There will always be beggars, because natural and man-made disasters can happen to anyone." Xu Qing shrugged, "it's just that when the living standard is higher, there will be more fake beggars."

"False beggar?"

"There's a saying that the poor cheat the rich and have a long conscience. When there are many people who have a long conscience, there are those lazy people who like to relax and hate to work to play the role of beggars and make profits by using other people's love. They play poor in the street during the day and have more money than you and me when they change their clothes at night. They are popular and drink spicy food..."

Xu Qing slowly explained to her, looked back at the direction, and said: "so I just said it should be, or it may not be, who knows."

"It's a bit complicated." Jiang He thought for a moment before he understood Xu Qing's words. He was slightly relieved, "I thought if I had no identity, I would..."

"I'll be picked up and married."

“……”

Jiang He doesn't have much extra love for beggars. Although she knows that life is not easy, she is still living under the yoke of others. She thinks hard every day about what to do to support herself. If she wants to help, she can pick out a steamed bun from her breakfast at most to help those who are hungry and cold, The money in the plastic box was worth the bricks she had been carrying for days.

"If you think she's pathetic, we can buy some steamed buns for her. Money can't be given." Xu Qing didn't know what to think of, with a smile on her face: "but you don't have to stare at people to finish eating. Maybe someone just gave it away."

"No, she has so much money in her bowl. If she's hungry, she'll buy it by herself."

"You see that clearly?"

"People who practice martial arts have good eyesight, of course. I can smash her box with a dart when I stand here." Jiang He made a visual inspection of the distance and was sure of his skill.

"Why are you beating people's boxes?"

"I didn't play, just for example."