My Wife is From a Thousand Years Ago

  Chapter 11 There is no future

   Jiang He was quite obedient outside, and the surveillance probe escaped.

  "This is called a traffic light. If the red light is on, it means you can't go, and the green light is on."

  Xu Qing gestured to the traffic lights on the heights, and continued to popularize science: “This is also the law. If you don’t follow the law, those cars are dangerous and will violate the law. You must remember it carefully.”

  Two people, one tall and one short, stood in front of the traffic lights and looked up at the countdown to the red lights, with solemn expressions.

  It seems like two fools.

  For Xu Qing, who is used to watching movies at home with nothing to do, whether it is taking ancient people to popularize science or shopping with girls, it is quite interesting. Taking Jiang He for a walk along the road, the previously a little nervous mood has slowly relaxed.

  Jiang He honestly followed, silently looking at the modern world. Everything on the street seemed to her to be very novel, street lights, green belts, shops along the street, and even when the car whistle, she would cast her gaze over.

   "Which one do you like?"

  Xu Qing hasn't forgotten the hair rope that he put down at noon, stopped in front of a small stall facing the street, looked at the small objects on it and asked Jiang He, "Is there any more...would you like it?"

  He casually picked up a furry ear headdress, and wanted to give Jiang Hean a try on his head. After thinking about it for a while, he gave up his plan and only raised his hand to indicate.

  Looking at the image alone, as long as she doesn't say anything or move, she has become a modern person, and she doesn't need these decorations to add to the cake.

   Jiang He still didn't say a word, took a look at the headdress in his hand, then put his gaze on the booth, and looked at each item carefully.

After waiting for a while, Xu Qing had already taken a fancy to a blue hair ring with two small and exquisite butterflies. Seeing Jiang He just watched and did not move, he picked it up and asked the stall owner for the price. After scanning the QR code and paying, he handed it to Jiang He. .

   "That’s it, it’s good to tie your hair."

  "..."

  Jiang He took it and looked at it, then reached out and tried to pull it to understand the usage, and he tied it directly to the back of his head.

  The long hair was gathered, it was a bit less feminine and more skillful than it was when Phisan, Xu Qing couldn't help but take a look, then turned and led her to move forward.

  The night slowly shrouded, and the number of pedestrians on the street increased, and Xu Qing's words were much less. He turned into a home-style restaurant and sat in the corner with Jiang He, and asked the boss to order two fried cakes and a plate of cucumbers.

  Jiangcheng’s fried cakes are a major feature. Cut the cakes into thin strips and stir-fry them with bean sprouts-there are also beans or cabbage, but the fried bean sprouts have the best taste and smell.

  This kind of small shop not only tastes good, but also has a large amount. Xu Qing has eaten from middle school until now after graduating from university, and will come to eat from time to time.

  "This is the place to eat. The lunch for lunch was also bought from here, and the meal was delivered yesterday. It was the same...the person who bought it from here and delivered it to my house, and I would give him the money."

  People in the shop were noisy, Xu Qing shrank to Jiang He in a corner.

  Seat by the window, Jiang He still did not respond when he watched the brilliantly lit street scene outside, with a complicated expression on his face.

  Pedestrians on the street, flashing neon lights, traffic on the road, everything is so strange.

  She doesn’t fit here.

   Perceiving Jiang He's depression, Xu Qing's voice gradually became quieter, and finally kept silent, leaning back in the chair and looking at the heroine across the table.

  If I can’t go back, I’m alone in this world, I’m still a black house...

  This means that you cannot work, have no income, live in a fixed place, cannot travel far, or even get married. You can only live in a small place, or find a black factory for the rest of your life—

no future.

  Unless you announce your identity and then accept the mercy. But Xu Qing didn't think Jiang He would be a guinea pig honestly. If she had a choice, she wouldn't be at the mercy of others even if she got into the virgin forest.

  It wasn't until the two people's fried cakes were brought up by the boss that Jiang He looked back, Xu Qing also looked away at the same time, took out two pairs of disposable chopsticks from the chopstick holder, and handed them to Jiang He.

   "Eat."

"Ok."

   Jiang He made the first sound after going out, and immersed himself in eating.

Seeing that she was still used to eating, Xu Qing relaxed, lowered her head to take two bites, got up, gestured to Jiang He who was looking up, and took out a bottle of mineral water and a bottle of beer in the nearby refrigerator.

  Back to the table, he pushed the mineral water in front of Jiang He, while he opened the beer with his chopsticks, poured a few shots against the bottle mouth to moisturize his throat.

  Leave this heroine, the following things are much more complicated than imagined...

  I can only go one step at a time.

  Thinking about the matter, Xu Qing didn't have garlic. He ate a few bites of fried cakes and a sip of wine. When Jiang He put down his chopsticks, the plate in front of him was empty. He took the last sip of beer to belch and got up to check out.

Two people walked out of the store, the lights were on and the lights were bright, and the night life of the modern city had just begun. The neon lights flashed alternately, people came and went on the street, and the noisy human voices and the horns of the vehicles entangled to form a lively scene. .

  Xu Qing looked up at the night sky, exhaled, and then smiled at Jiang He who was honestly following.

   "Let's go, go back."

  ...

   was speechless all the way, it was 7:30 when I returned home, and the news broadcast had just ended, Xu Qing didn't care, closed the door and turned around to look at Jiang He, who had already sat on the sofa and didn't know what he was thinking, and thought about it.

   "Believe it now?"

   Jiang He moved his head when he heard the words, raised his eyes to look at him, after a moment of silence, he took out his own iron dart from his waist and rubbed the scratches on it with his fingers.

  "...But it’s not a bad thing, you see everyone is living and working, enjoying life well, there are fried cakes, coke, wine, and computers, so you don’t have to worry about being hacked all day long...oh, I still have to worry about it."

  Xu Qing wanted to comfort her a few words, but she didn’t know what she said in a mess. He stood at the door and was quiet for a while, then walked over and sat on the sofa together.

   "To be honest, if you can solve the identity problem, you can enjoy a lot of things you couldn't enjoy before. Even if you rely on your strength to move bricks, you can live easily. This is actually a good thing."

  In just a few decades of life, I have to keep one eye open when I sleep, which is too tired.

  This prosperous age is very different from ancient times.

   "I want to go home."

   Jiang He held the iron dart slightly hard, with the tip of the dart sunken in his palm, feeling the slight pain.

  Xu Qing sighed, "But you can't go back."

   Jiang He was silent.

  Only the ticking clocks on the wall are left in the room, and there are occasional car noises outside the window, and a few coughs from the neighbors upstairs can be faintly heard.

  After a long time, Jiang He collapsed his shoulders, threw the iron dart in his hand onto the table, bowed his head and said, "That identity...how to solve it?"

"I'm not a member of the government, and I don't understand it very well at the moment. I will always find a way to do it slowly. But first you have to integrate into this society without showing off your feet." Xu Qing looked at her and comforted: "Don't worry, I will help you. ."

   "Thank you, Shaoxia."

   Jiang He clasped his fists, paused and said: "If it’s too troublesome..."

   "This is a must, identity is very important."

  Xu Qing was exasperated by her call from the young man, looked sideways on the table, then leaned over to look at the trash can, "Where is the piece of paper I sorted yesterday?"

  Jiang He blinked, "You are in a ball and throw it away."

   "I know, it should be inside." Xu Qing grabbed the trash can twice.

  "..."

  　The contract has been sent, investment is fast...

  (End of this chapter)