Crossing the Book: The Vicious Female Supporting Woman Was Whitewashed by Fighting with the System

A book called "Song's Miscellaneous Talks" contains many things mixed together.

The author surnamed Song is probably a person with a wanton and undisciplined personality. He has been traveling around the world since he was young. Everywhere he goes, he wants to taste the delicious food and see the local wonders and beautiful scenery.

Whenever you encounter something you like, you should write it down in writing.

After many years of accumulation, this book was finally formed.

It not only contains descriptions of many delicacies in the world, but also some strange stories and anecdotes, and even the illnesses that have been encountered are recorded.

If it weren't for the different styles and narrative methods, it could be called "A Dream of Red Mansions" in parallel time and space.

After Zhao Ling flipped through a few pages, he discovered that this book had no illustrations at all, and the author's humorous narration from beginning to end was all there was to it.

Zhao Ling: "..."

She thought about it and felt that there was no need to return it.

Qi Shu probably noticed something was wrong with her, which was actually not surprising at all.

Anyone who is familiar with her will quickly discover the difference between her and Zhao Ningning if they meet her several times.

I just didn't expect that the first person to discover it was Qi Shu.

Zhao Ling leaned on the chair and read a book comfortably, thinking that you wouldn't be able to catch me anyway if you found out.

She didn't know how to tie her hair up. Zhao Xiaohe could comb it for her when he was here, but now that Zhao Xiaohe is gone, she just tied it up casually.

The broken hair on her forehead fell down because she lowered her head, and was gently blown up by the evening wind, like a dragonfly drifting in the wind, with a bit of liveliness and playfulness. Her bright face was lazy and carefree, like a scholarly lady who didn't worry about worldly things.

The same, with an indescribable temperament all over his body.

Qi Shu's eyes fell on her half-downcast eyes, and he stared at them for a while before slowly looking back.

The two of them sat and stood, then became quiet, and their thoughts were carried away by the world in the book.

Xiaohua would occasionally raise her head and call out to her parents, and the two of them would respond in tandem.

In the eyes of everyone in the live broadcast room, this scene was extremely harmonious and tacit.

[I really want to lock this couple]

[I hope they won’t be, Qi Xiucai, strengthen your Taoist heart]

[Tao Xin? If you want to talk about Tao Xin, I think he will kill his wife to prove Taoism]

[Ah ah ah, I don’t accept this result, don’t talk nonsense]

[Xiao Zhao is obviously also an intellectual, and his soul is in tune with Qi Xiucai’s, so he won’t do it casually]

[Yes, the marriage of Zhao Ningning and the beautiful scholar was just a matter of trying to catch up]

[A scholar, of course, would prefer to have a wife who has the same three views, right? 】

[Let me explain first, it’s not that I look down on rural people, but a vulgar person like Zhao Ningning is really not a good match for Qi Xiucai]

[There is no match in the first place. Qi Xiucai is knowledgeable and talented, and will definitely enter officialdom in the future]

[Yes, even if he has the conscience not to abandon his wife, can Zhao Ningning really hold on to that position?]

[I also feel that a forced marriage is not sweet, and a calculated marriage will not have any good results]

[Anyway, I think Xiao Zhao can do it]

[I also support Xiao Zhao, but I don’t think it’s interesting for Xiao Zhao to align with the scholar]

[Qi Xiucai is definitely attracted to Xiao Zhao, and of course he doesn’t rule out that he thinks: Woman, you have caught my attention]

【Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha made me laugh so hard】

[Xiao Zhao feels like he has seen countless men, and his heart has stopped for men]

[All she can think about is making money]

【All I can think about is making money, but I can’t do it/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~】

【……】

After sunset, the light in the yard dimmed instantly.

Zhao Ling knew that reading in this kind of light would hurt her eyes, so she closed her eyes, looked at Qi Shu and said, "Qi Xiucai~"

Nothing was said, but everything was hinted at.

Qi Shu also closed his book and turned to look at Zhao Ling.

The light on that bright face was blurry, which made her unrealistic, as if she disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Qi Shu frowned slightly, and when he saw Zhao Ling raising his eyebrows, he smiled good-naturedly and said, "I know, do it right away."

Passing by Zhao Ling, Qi Shu raised his hand to take the book back.

The moment the books passed their hands, their fingertips touched, and they both paused, then suddenly looked up at each other.

Zhao Ling was a little puzzled, while Qi Shu was slightly frightened. But after seeing each other's eyes, both of them calmed down at the same time.

"I want to drink egg drop soup." Zhao Ling looked at him and said, quietly changing the subject.

Qi Shu pursed her lips slightly, suppressing the complicated emotions in her heart, and then nodded: "Okay."

He took the books back to the house and put them away before going to the kitchen to cook.

Zhao Ling took Xiao Hua into the house to play for a while, then remembered her next work plan, and went to Qi Shu's room to find paper and pen.

Oil lamps are expensive, and the Qi family could afford them in the past, but now they don't buy them for a long time.

Zhao Ling wanted to write something, so he could only take pen and paper to the kitchen and use the firelight to illuminate it.

Qi Shu was rolling up his sleeves to cook, and when he saw Zhao Ling coming in, he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Zhao Ling coughed lightly and explained: "I'm going to write something, the room over there is too dark."

"Yeah." Qi Shu glanced at the thing in her hand and said nothing.

Zhao Ling moved in like a primary school student, bringing in the dining table and then lying on it to write.

When she was engrossed in writing, Qi unexpectedly came over to her.

He looked at the words written by Zhao Ling about missing arms and legs, frowned slightly, and said: "If you don't know the characters, I will teach you tomorrow."

"Who says I don't know everything?" Zhao Ling scratched his eyes and said calmly, "I just feel comfortable writing like this."

Simplified Chinese characters are great, but writing traditional Chinese characters is tiring.

Qi Shu was silent for a moment and did not argue with Zhao Ling. He only said: "You need to practice this word carefully."

So soft and crooked, it is worse than a five-year-old child.

Zhao Ling: "...I know, I know."

Annoying.

I used to be so busy with my career that I didn't have much free time. The only thing I used the most was handwriting.

Who knows how to write calligraphy with calligraphy?

That's the kind of elegant life that can only be enjoyed by those who have achieved economic freedom, okay?

【Simplified Chinese!!】

[Xiao Zhao turns out to be from our world]

[Like the same world, but not in the same era]

[Ah? So Xiao Zhao is a figure from our ancestors?]

[Let’s put it this way, they are people in the same world in different timelines]

[I don’t quite understand...]

[In short, she is from our world, but the time and space she lives in is about a thousand years earlier than our time and space.]

【How are you sure it's a thousand years and not hundreds of years?】

[Oh, I guess, if you are the best, you are right]

[I don’t have any leverage, I’m just curious]

[I think what the brother said makes sense, Xiao Zhao is from us]

[Turns out he’s a fellow countryman, and I think he’s kind to me no matter how I look at him]

[Wow, the showdown between the souls of different time and space and the natives is a bit exciting]

[But most people may eventually be assimilated by that era]

[I hope Xiao Zhao can always be firm in his heart and stick to himself]

【……】

Being so disturbed by Qi Shu, Zhao Ling had no intention of continuing to write. He simply stopped writing and turned to watch Qi Shu cooking.

Just such a glance made Zhao Ling notice something different.