My Wife is From a Thousand Years Ago

  Chapter 109 Are You Innocent?

  If you have a guilty conscience, you must be ashamed.

   But is it still innocent?

   Jiang He stared at him with piercing eyes.

  She likes such days and wants to rely on him.

  Don’t want to go back.

  The valleys in the Tang Dynasty, there is nothing, the food is hard, and the drink is dirty...

   "Are you innocent?"

  Xu Qing asked again, settled, and tried not to let the alcohol affect him. He felt that Jiang He seemed to have drunk too much, his face flushed, and his eyes were shiny.

  He looked around, and muttered: "This matter... is a bit complicated, let's go back and talk about it."

  This Nizi is a little excited.

   Touching the box in his pocket, Xu Qing chuckled. Does this come in handy?

   Tomorrow she woke up from alcohol, afraid that she would lift her skull.

"Very complicated?"

   "Yes, it's complicated, let's talk later."

  Two people entered the Qin's house, Qin Maocai had already put the pot on the table, gurgling bubbles.

  A bottle of Ocean Blue, three pairs of chopsticks.

  The Spring Festival Gala was shown on TV, and the double cross talk sang a harmony.

   "Uncle, why don't you find another one?"

   After two glasses of wine, Xu Qing looked at the room. One year later, it was still so simple and unchanged.

  Just a sofa with a coffee table, then a TV on the wall, a dog cage on the balcony, not dirty or messy, but very cold.

  Qin Hao, Qin Maocai and his son live here, and they don’t pay attention to anything, just a place to eat and sleep.

   "Where can I find it, who can see me."

   "That's possible."

  Xu Qing took a pig’s face and looked around, and said: "Look at those sunsets that are red, and you can still dance square dancing together in your 60s and 70s..."

   "Come on, come on you." Qin Mao just laughed and scolded, turning to Jiang He and greeted: "Girl eat vegetables."

"okay."

   Jiang He was also looking at the room. There were several photos on the wall. She recognized that it was Qin Hao who had met several times.

   is a policeman...

   Turned her head and glanced at Xu Qing, she felt as if she understood something.

   "It's been Chinese New Year at your house this year, when are you going to get married?" Qin Maocai toasted Xu Qing.

   "I haven't thought about it yet, let's take a look first."

   "She is from Jiangcheng?"

  Qin Maocai asked, Xu Qing did not answer, but looked at Jiang He.

   "I am not... I am from Zhejiang City." Jiang He said.

  "Zhecheng is good, I've been there before to make tea." Qin Maocai showed a memory on his face, "It has been many years ago, and it has been raining for half a month after going there for half a month...

  Hey, are you coming to Jiangcheng to go to school? "

   "No, I'm here to work."

   "You worked so early?" Qin Mao was surprised, "Looks quite young."

   "I didn't go to school."

   "Oh, this way, it’s pretty good, let this kid take care of you."

"……Ok."

  Qin Mao just looked at her seriousness, no longer nagging, raised his hand, took the wine glass and gestured to Xu Qing.

   Squeaking a sip of wine, he smacked his lips, and suddenly sighed: "With this dazzling effort, your kid is about to get married. It's a real life... It's really fast."

   "The mouse is also talking about it, it's all going to happen." Xu Qing laughed and poured him another cup.

  Talking to the old man is more interesting than drinking with Xu Wenbin.

   "I haven't even seen a figure of him since he talked for a few months. If it wasn't for sending a photo to see, I would have thought he was in love with a ghost!"

  Qin Mao only curled his lips, people are really incomparable.

   "Just talk about it, this can't be anxious, you see, I'm not anxious..."

  Xu Qing and Qin Mao were just talking nonsense, killing time, Jiang He watched TV quietly, feeling as if something was wrong, but couldn't find it out.

  The dancing and singing sketches were played one after another on TV. It was around 9:30, the old man was drunk, and began to talk in a whisper. Before Xu Qing looked at the same thing, she wandered and stood up.

   "It's late, uncle, you rest early."

   "Hey... don't move, just leave it here and I will clean up by myself." Qin Mao stopped when he saw him clean up the dishes.

   "It's no trouble, sit down."

  Xu Qing pressed him down, packed the unfinished dishes to the refrigerator, took the dishes to the kitchen and washed them clean, Jiang He followed by trying to help him to stop him.

   "How do you feel?" he asked.

   "How does it feel?" Jiang He didn't understand what he meant.

  "The gap between you and modern people."

  "……"

   Jiang He was stunned.

   Xu Qing cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks, and helped Qin Mao to go back to the house to lie down, and after closing the door, he took Jiang He out of here.

  ……

  The night is deep and the wind is bitter.

  The shadow of fireworks flashed in the distance.

  Two people walked silently on the road in the community, and they heard one or two cheers and laughter from the next building from time to time.

  The lights on New Year’s Eve are always more joyful.

   "Does the Spring Festival Gala look good?"

  Xu Qing wrapped his clothes, the cold wind blew him to a clearer mind, and looked at Jiang He sideways, "You have been watching it for a long time."

"good looking."

   Jiang He returned to his senses, thinking about it, "What is different about me?"

   "Think about it, it’s better to figure it out by yourself than I tell you."

"Oh."

   Jiang He stopped speaking, lowered his head and glanced at Xu Qing's hand. He was hesitating, Xu Qing had reached out to hold her.

  Hmm...that's how it feels.

   Her eyelids trembled and she couldn't help pursing her mouth.

  The rental for New Year’s Eve is difficult to call. The two stood at night for more than half an hour, and it was almost eleven o’clock when they got home.

  Before going out this time, Jiang He helped the winter melon put the rations in advance. He didn't meow hungry again. When the two came back, he just flung his tail, lying in the nest and didn't want to move.

  "We can watch the age, go to bed very late, or leave it alone, take a shower and go to sleep..."

   When Xu Qing came back, he collapsed on the sofa, shook his head, and got up to find water for herself.

   "Tomorrow is New Year's Day, remember to put on new clothes, all new ones."

   Jiang He did not move. He sat on the sofa for a while, struggling for a long time, and couldn't say what he wanted to say at the beginning.

   Seeing that Xu Qing didn't even mean to speak at all, she was drowsy after lying on the sofa and drinking water. Her head was messed up.

  Benefactor...deng apprentice...favorite...life...

  Sitting for a long time, Jiang He's eyes flashed twice, moved from Xu Qing's face to the kitchen, hesitated for a moment and got up and went over.

"what are you doing?"

   Xu Qing heard the movement, looked up, and asked without a response, closed his eyes and pondered the recent changes in Jiang He.

I do not know how long it has been.

   "Are we still innocent?"

  Jiang He's voice made Xu Qing open her eyes again. She was startled when she saw her, her eyes moved down, and she held Bai Niu Er, who is usually used for cooking, with her right hand.

  "Why are you drinking?" Xu Qing became sober instantly.

   Jiang He did not speak, staring at him straightly.

   "If you have something to say, don't...impulse."

  Xu Qing tried to remove the wine bottle in her hand, Jiang He let go, still looking at him.

   "Are we still innocent?"

  "……"

   Seeing that Xu Qing was silent, Jiang He suddenly reached out and pressed him on the sofa.

   "Innocence!" Xu Qing was shocked, tried to make a profit, and hurriedly shouted.

   "Really?"

   "We are innocent!"

  "……"

  Jiang He looked down at him, her hair hanging down, hiding her face in the shadows.

  Rely on him...

  Rely on him...

  A thought reverberated crazily in my heart.

   "We..."

   Just as Xu Qing spoke, he saw a trace of ferocity in her eyes, which made his heart sink.

   Jiang He squinted his eyes and suddenly lowered his head.

  　 I am not the author of this chapter, I am not, I don’t, don’t talk nonsense

  　　 Twice a day...more counts, there is no time to save the manuscript at the moment.

  (End of this chapter)