Chapter 256

New year's feast... Bah, dumplings.

Xu Qing discovered for the first time that this thing is really different from looking at it on the computer.

Wake up in the morning.

Looking at the sun shining curtain, Xu Qing sits at the head of the bed and ponders how he, a master of knowledge, actually a young child, suddenly plays with such flowers.

Something's wrong.

Ming Ming used to be very normal, no strange control, now

His eyes turned to his side. Jiang He's eyelashes vibrated slightly, his breath stopped suddenly, and he was pretending to sleep.

"Pa!"

Xu Qing clapped his hand, and Jiang He opened his eyes in an instant.

"So I'm lustful."

It suddenly dawned on him.

"..." Jiang he stared at him quietly.

"So, it's just lust, it's not perversion at all."

This conclusion makes Xu Qing very satisfied, and he climbs out of bed with Jiang He's strange eyes, ready to wash.

By the way, throw two socks into the garbage can and tie up the mouth of the garbage bag. I don't want to wash them for second use.

At night when the human body will secrete dopamine, and then the spirit will be excited, do some things in the usual seems not to do, is also very normal.

On the other hand, a pervert doesn't think he's a pervert at all. When he wakes up, he almost thinks he's a pervert.

This proves that he is normal.

"No washing?" Jiang he shrank in the quilt and showed an eye to watch him packing garbage bags. His eyes were still very strange.

She asked about the two socks. Without explanation, Xu Qing knew about them. She calmly said, "I want to wear them and buy you a new one."

"Don't you want me to wear it?" Jiang He can't let him throw the pot on himself.

"Ah... Well, buy a new one anyway."

Xu Qing went out with a garbage bag.

It seems that the little old lady over 1000 years old has learned something extraordinary - it seems normal to think about it carefully.

For lovers, normal is right, but he and Jiang He get along, always thinking about her identity, just feel not normal.

After staying with the little old lady for a long time, Xu Qing feels that she has led him astray. Jiang He has been learning modern culture, but he can't help but think about things from the perspective of ancient people.

On the contrary, he felt unnatural.

"Going fishing today?"

After brushing her teeth and eating breakfast, Xu Qinggang picked up the sword and saw Jiang He picking up the fishing rod over there, as well as her balance car, a one-year gift for her, engraved with small seedlings.

Jiang He put bits and pieces into the small red bucket, checked whether the bag had forgotten, took the fishing rod and said, "well, I found a very good place yesterday."

"If you catch a big fish, send it to my dad."

"Good."

It's very close to the national day. On the Mid Autumn Festival, Jiang He carries a big fish he catches. When she comes in, she shouts: Dad! I caught you a fish!

Xu Wenbin doesn't know how to react. Xu Qing is looking forward to it anyway.

Even if you can't catch it, you can buy a big fish to catch for yourself. Anyway, it's normal for fishermen to do this kind of thing... Jiang He is a mature fisherman.

Jiang He asked: "I see some people set free. If those people give me money, I will not go fishing directly. In this way, I will give them merits."

"People are not stupid, why give you money."

"Don't all the monks in the temple do this? Give them money, and they will record merits and virtues. I'll also make a merit book for them. "

“……”

There seems to be nothing wrong.

Xu Qing scratched his head: "then you have to shave your hair."

“……”

“……”

"Don't look at me, I can't shave my head!"

Jiang He's eyes let Xu Qing cool, then Jiang He put down the fishing rod, came to his head for a few times, and then contentedly picked up the rod and the little red bucket again.

"I'm out!"

Stepping on the balance car, Jiang He, dressed neatly, floats towards Gong Ping's house with a sky blue silk scarf sent by Xu Qing around his neck.

Xu Qing was left to practice sword in the room by himself. Fortunately, it's not as hot as summer now, and he is proficient in his movements. He is not as breathless and sweaty as he used to be. He looks like a master.

Looking back on Bai Si's feet last night, he suddenly doubts whether Jiang He learned from Gong Ping.

After all, that old woman would lift her skirt to lure fish when she was fishing.

Xu Qing thought for a while, moved the fat wax gourd on the sofa, turned on her computer and watched the news playback last night.

Last month, he found that the real estate fund, which had been guarding for more than half a year, had quietly changed its position. He hesitated to clear it all, and then he threw his money into the real estate stock. In less than half a month, it had risen nearly 20 points, and he had a trading limit in the middle.

Xu Qing trusted the manager, but he didn't believe himself.

Oh, money.

While sorting out the notes, Xu Qing thought about how to deal with the current assets.

With the increase of deposits, the proportion in the stock market will be raised correspondingly. As for Jiang He's deposits, you can consider teaching her to toss about the reverse repurchase of treasury bonds or something, so as not to be so idle and bad at learning

It seems that she idles every day, but what Xu Qing does is fragmented. Whether it's editing videos, or about saving money, or even the film reviews that only earn a little bit of rewards, they are all done when they start. It doesn't take much time. It seems relaxed. Usually, there is no free time, but they just don't need to work in a fixed position all day, He wants Jiang He to learn, if he can.

That's how creation works. Only by constantly thinking can we make things in those hours.

Even sitting with Uncle Zhao over a cup of tea and bragging, I didn't have enough leisure. My thinking has been running all the time.

He used to spend most of his thinking time on Jiang He, but now he is gradually taking it back. Xu Qing takes a thermos cup and goes out for a walk. Like a mental patient, he takes himself as an old man and goes out slowly in the sunshine.

The nearest police station is on Qingxin Street opposite Beiwang road. It's not the one where Qin Hao works. It's a little small. The old town here is not as elegant as Qin Hao's.

Strolling to Qingxin street and looking around, Xu Qing sits on the flower bed of the green belt, looks at the door of the police station, sips a mouthful of water with a cup, looks calm, and doesn't look guilty at all.

Even if he's thinking something bad.

People come and go on the street. I don't know how long I've been sitting. The sun rises. The shade of the trees can't cover the place where he sits. Xu Qingcai gets up and sends a message to Qin Hao as he goes along the road.

Xu Qing: "is Jiangcheng under the jurisdiction of registered residence to be placed in the police station or in the sub bureau?"

Qin Hao: "yes?? All of a sudden, why do I think you want to make trouble? "

Xu Qing: "the identity of Jiang He has not been dealt with yet"

Qin Hao: "I almost forgot. You are finally willing to help others. Did you go back to Zhecheng to have a look? I'm sure I'll go back to Zhecheng to look for it. "

Xu Qing frowned, stopped in the street, pondered for a moment, and said, "we'll talk about it when we wait to do it. Let's find out what to do when we go down, so that we don't have to go there for nothing."

Qin Hao: "branch, our side"

Seeing Qin Hao's news, Xu Qing thought about it with her mobile phone.

"Are you busy recently?"

"What are you doing?" Qin Hao returned, warily saying, "don't mention anything inappropriate."

"It's better to go when you're not so busy. It's not just to fill in your ID card and take a picture. If you're so busy, we'll wait."

"You are interested, but I am not a registered residence. I will help you to see it."

Two people you a I a, Xu Qing holding a mug in the street wandering.

He had known that registered residence would not be too busy to put these things under the police station. If it is now in the sub office, it will be even necessary to borrow other departments when busy.

That's what Xu Qing doesn't want to see.

Jiang He's business, whether it's handled by a cute girl or an old lady, is better than Qin Hao's.

What's more, it's better to rely on people's carelessness to relax the conditions when they are busy than on their own preparation. With so much preparation, they may be dismissed when they are busy. Whether it can be done or not, those prepared in their spare time can work.

After all, regulations are regulations, and there is still a lot of room for change when it comes to practical matters.

Leisure is better than busy.

Xu Qing raised her eyes and looked into the distance. The golden sunlight scattered through the leaves, slightly dazzling.

As an ordinary person, he can only do things as carefully as possible according to his own understanding. No matter whether it's useful or not, it's better than going straight in.

Little old lady of Tang Dynasty

Back at the gate, uncle Zhao was looking out under the umbrella. His little grandson had already started school. He often came to play with him in the summer vacation. Now he disappeared, and he had a strange idea that he could only invite Xu Qing to sit down and have tea.

"You're a little younger, more comfortable than me?" Uncle Zhao is a little envious when he smokes. Dog day, he is looking forward to his retirement life for such a long time, and now he is living by Xu Qing.

The goods carry a thermos cup, stroll around, the girlfriend is also carrying a fishing rod, with a small partner on the balance car whoosh away, they are not the two people idle.

"It just looks idle."

"Actually? What else are you tired of? " Uncle Zhao thinks so. No one has to go to work every day.

"In fact, it's more leisurely, leisurely and flustered."

“……”

"Ha ha ha, I'm kidding. I'm busy when you can't see me." Xu Qing added a cup of tea to himself and breathed softly, "you are busy when you can see me."

"What are you doing?"

"I'm busy thinking about how to make a good video. If I think about it, I have to go home and do it."

He twirled his finger around his head twice.

"Still free." Zhao shutut let out a sigh and had to admit that some people were very powerful, but their tiredness was hard for ordinary people to imagine.

Like Ma Fuhao, he regrets creating ABA every day. How tired he is

Uncle Zhao shakes his head. He is as smart as him. If Ma wants to change his job, he is still comfortable as a security guard.

"People, this life."

"Yes, for the rest of my life." Xu Qingfu and, leaning back on his chair as Uncle Zhao, looked out at the street in unison.

"What's the use of those rich people driving luxury cars and living in high buildings, right? It's just a bed. " Uncle Zhao smokes and points out the country.

"Yes, yes, that's it."

"There are also beautiful women. In a few decades, they are all old ladies. It's boring, isn't it?"

"Well, women don't mean anything. They look like that." Xu Qing holds a cup to drink water, and sees Jiang He and Gong Ping coming over from a distance.

Then he left with the two women.

If you leave uncle Zhao here, you will feel sad. Young people like good-looking faces. It's over.

……

"What's the point of sitting with the old man every day?" Gong Ping takes a fishing rod and looks back. She can't understand Xu Qing's idea.

From a distance, like two old men sitting there.

"Leisure, nothing to do." Xu Qing shrugged.

"I told you to go fishing with us, but you didn't go." Jiang Hedao.

"I have something else to do. How can I have time to fish?"

“……”

“……”

Jiang He and Gong pingqi rolled their eyes and stopped at the intersection. They put down the bucket and shared the spoils with each other, then waved their hands and went back to their homes.

"I've got a lot today."

Xu Qing saw the fish in the bucket. Although it wasn't as big as before, there were quite a few fingers wide enough for two people to fry a plate.

In other words, it's more appropriate to fry a plate. Jiang He likes fried fish best.

"There was a big fish. It got off the hook and ran away."

"Can you still disconnect?"

"Of course, it's not that you can keep it if you eat bait." Jiang He finds that she can despise Xu Qing in fishing. When she is free, she often learns some skills on the Internet. Xu Qing can only hang the bait and throw it out, but she can't catch it. She just has fun.

Xu Qing helps to carry the fishing rod and other bits and pieces. Jiang He goes home with a small red bucket, but he doesn't catch a big fish. His plan to give it to Xu Wenbin to give him a beating also fails.

Jiang He seldom mentions about her identity. She seems to know that Xu Qing will help her arrange everything. She never urges her, and there is no need to rush her life now.

"I remember you said that the old woman told you that she picked you up in Jiangcheng, and later she was exiled to Zhecheng, so you came to work in Jiangcheng, right?" Xu Qing asked suddenly.

"Ah?" Jiang He Leng Leng, thought for a while: "I didn't hear clearly, you ask again."

“……”

Xu Qing repeated.

"Yes, I told you." Jiang He nodded.

They looked at each other and laughed.

The two finger wide fish was cut open by Jiang He with scissors, and the fingers were handled flexibly. If they were seen by a group of old ladies on the riverside, they would surely break their thighs with heartache and exclaim, "evil done!"

Even the little tortoise was thrown into the river and drowned. The poor tortoise wanted to climb up and was thrown in again. I don't know what magic operation it was. Sure enough, modern times are different. Flourishing times... Everything can happen.

Jiang He thought about the anecdotes he had met, and he rubbed his forehead with his back to take a look at Xu Qing.

"You sit with Uncle Zhao every day. Are you helping me?"

"No, I just like to have a rest with them."

"What's the point?"

"That's very interesting. It doesn't cost any money. A cup of tea can make you sit all afternoon and bask in the sun. It's not more comfortable than your little red bucket with a toilet to go to the riverside?"

"You look like an old man from a distance."

"My hair is not white."