My Wife is From a Thousand Years Ago

  Chapter 239 Eighteen and Nineteen

"It's raining."

  It was overcast on this day, and the air was not as stuffy as last night. You can feel cool without opening the window.

   Jiang He did not turn on the electric fan, he was playing with his mobile phone, and he turned his head when he heard the sound of the window, and the fine raindrops were blown onto the glass by the wind.

   "Well, it's early autumn."

  Xu Qing counts the days, Xiaoyan is about to start school, and there is no way to do homework with Jiang He.

   "I'm out for a stroll." Jiang He stretched his waist and stood up, and went to the bedroom to put on his coat.

  It was just a notice, and Xu Qing did not say anything. When she came out wearing her coat, she turned her head to look at the weather outside: "It's raining?"

   "Look for Pingping."

"Oh."

   took the umbrella and went out, and there was a little rain outside, just getting the ground wet.

   Jiang He held his pocket with one hand, and held the umbrella with the other. He looked up at the gloomy sky and walked to the north of the community.

Gong Ping’s house is not far away, separated by a few buildings. Jiang He had already been there once when he came back from fishing early. He stepped on a small road and turned a bend, then walked a few steps forward, and entered a corridor. Put away the umbrella and go to the third floor.

  There are two households with one ladder. Tap the door on the right hand side twice and the door will be opened from the inside.

"come on in!"

  Gong Ping was wearing a small vest and tight shorts on her lower body. She opened the door to welcome Jiang He in, and then lay down on the mat on the ground and continued to break her legs.

   "It'll be fine soon, you sit down first." She greeted.

   Jiang He put the umbrella behind the door, came over and took off his jacket, stared at Gong Ping's weird posture for two seconds, then moved his gaze to the side to examine the room.

Last time Xu Qing guessed it was correct. The area of ​​this house is relatively small, about one-third smaller than where Xu Qing lives, but there are not many things in the living room. There is only a couch, a small coffee table, and a folding table in front of the kitchen. Two stools next to it.

  Simple, not crowded at all.

  Is the single woman’s residence like this... Jiang He turned his head and looked at the room, which was a bit more spacious than the place where she and Xu Qing lived, and lacked a warm taste.

"Would you like to learn from me...huh, yoga?" Gong Ping was posing in a posture with his legs crossed, splitting a horse on the mat, while pressing her upper body down, following the '1.2. 3.4' Slogan frequency action.

  "Yoga?"

   Jiang He heard the words and looked over. He just saw two and a half large balls, and immediately looked away.

   "Huh? You don't know, do you?!" Gong Ping looked up in surprise.

   "I know, but I haven't practiced."

   "I teach you!"

   "Still not..." Jiang He Yuguang looked at Gong Ping obliquely, the action was too unsightly.

  Yoga?

  She was a little impressed, but she didn’t know what she was doing. At this time, watching Gong Ping’s movements, could it be specifically used to please men? ... Jiang He watched his nose, his nose and his heart. With his other hand, he took out the phone and tried to type and search with the keyboard.

  It was Gong Ping who came here today and wanted her to teach cooking, so she came over thinking that there was nothing to do, but she didn’t expect to see Gong Ping doing something like this--

  Hey, that’s not right.

  Looking at the search results on the mobile phone, Jiang He suddenly realized that it turned out to be a way to cultivate one's body and mind.

  She put the phone in her pocket again and looked sideways. Gong Ping has changed her posture, lying on all fours, and then raised one leg, like a dog peeing...

  Metro. Jiang He. Mobile phone.jpg

  Modern Kung Fu is really weird.

"Yoga is also a type of exercise. It is mainly used for stress reduction and physical flexibility... Huh, you can actually learn it. When Xu Qing practices Kungfu in your family, you practice yoga next to it. It's appropriate." Gong Ping kept the dog peeing and had time to talk, then slowly changed his leg and continued to hold it.

  Jiang He looked at Gong Ping’s posture, and inexplicably remembered Xu Qing’s small movie on his computer. It seemed that there was also this kind of action...

   "No, I will learn that kung fu with him, let alone yoga." She shook her head and declined Gong Ping's kindness.

  If you did this kind of action in front of Xu Qing, it would be a loss of life. It would be better to punch him with a set of punches and stomping and stomping and shouting more mighty than this.

"Girls learn to be gentle. What's the use of learning from him? It's better to practice karate, but karate should be no better than Xu Qing. If you are self-defense, he is enough. You are very safe, so yoga is good. I will teach you if you want to learn."

  Gong Ping walked slowly while changing postures. Two people practicing yoga on the mat together is always more fun than one person, and it’s not boring. They can also supervise and supervise each other.

   But Jiang He looked very resistant. She thought for a while and said: "Practicing this can also make her boyfriend more..."

   "What more?"

   "I like it more." Gong Ping chuckled.

  "……"

  Jiang He raised his brows, and she could tell without Gong Ping saying that Xu Qing would definitely like it no matter whether other boyfriends like it or not.

  Because he is a pervert.

  But Jiang He still doesn't plan to learn, because Xu Qing obviously prefers the way she dances swords rather than learning dog peeing on the blanket...

"Have you always lived here by yourself?" Jiang He turned off the topic. Although Gong Ping is also a girl, most of the two lumps are exposed, which makes her feel a little...staring seems impolite, she I had to turn my head and continue to look at the room.

  I had already said that I would come to teach Gong Ping to cook. Gong Ping invited her over on WeChat. Anyway, it rained and there was no way to fish, so she came.

   "Yes, I feel comfortable living alone."

   "The house is expensive, right?"

"It's not very expensive, the house here is relatively old, and...Anyway, it's messed up and it's much cheaper than the average. The best thing is that the surrounding area is complete, not too lively or deserted, and there is everything. I chose this place."

"awesome."

  It doesn’t matter whether it’s expensive or not, it’s a great thing to be able to buy a house by yourself. Jiang He checked it on the Internet. No matter where the house is, it’s scary. For her, it’s just the difference between not being able to afford it and not being able to afford it.

   "It's so normal, I have to repay my loan every month, just for my own comfort."

   More than ten minutes later, Gong Ping finished a set of movements, got up from the mat, panted and wiped off sweat, rolled up the yoga mat and received it aside, and then looked at the rain outside the window.

   "It's raining heavily." She turned her head and said, big raindrops hit the glass, making a crackling sound.

  When I stay at home on a rainy day, I always feel at ease. It’s even better with friends.

  Gong Ping wiped off her sweat with a towel, sat down on the sofa, poured two cups of tea and pushed it over to Jiang He, sipped the cup in her hand, and took the remote control to change the TV set by the way.

  "It’s not as well-arranged as yours. There are still a lot of furniture that I haven’t bought, so I’m too lazy to get it alone.

   "It's pretty simple, it looks comfortable."

   "I plan to fly a guzheng there, and I can play with it in the future." Gong Ping pointed her finger to the corner next to the wall, and paused: "What do you think of a live broadcast like you guys?"

   "Very good. It should be broadcast for an hour every day, so many people should watch it."

  Jiang He looked at Gong Ping's umbilical vest, and felt that it would definitely attract a lot of viewers—she was no longer that stupid Kaiyuan bun.

   "You won't just wear this live broadcast, right?"

   "Haha, it's not impossible to wear this." Gong Ping pulled the collar and didn't care about what she was wearing. Unlike Jiang He, she often wears short skirts and umbilicals.

  And Jiang He is a bit conservative... Gong Ping feels that at least she has never seen Jiang He wear a skirt. Every time she sees Jiang He, although the clothes are different, they all match well.

  Different personalities lead to different dressing styles.

   Resting on the sofa for a while, drinking a few sips of tea, Gong Ping took Jiang He to the kitchen to see her newly bought spatula.

  Before there was only an induction cooker, not even a pressure cooker, many dishes could not be made, and now I am slowly adding things, intending to let Jiang He teach her to cook.

   "What is missing?" Gong Ping asked.

   "It seems...missing a whetstone." Jiang He took the knife and played twice in his hand casually, and wanted to sharpen it when he saw that it was not sharp.

  Gong Ping scratched her head, saw Jiang He as a chef, remembered the sharpening stone in her heart, and said, "What else?"

   "There is no shortage of other things."

   "Then let's cook!"

   "Wait, I have notes here."

  Jiang He took out a notebook from her bag like touching a baby, with her childish font on it, and on the title page there were four big characters ‘Jiang’s Recipe’ written by Xu Qing for help.

   "Did you write?" Gong Ping stared at the handwritten version of ‘Jiang’s Recipe’. He didn’t expect Jiang He to get something like this out of his bag.

   "Well, I remembered it when I was learning how to cook."

   "Awesome..."

  "Lend it to you to watch it slowly. With this, you can learn it quickly." Jiang He has another book that hasn't been filled up, and is slowly adding dishes. Only very delicious dishes will she take notes down.

  Learning to cook often depends on talent, a few tablespoons of salt and several tablespoons of soy sauce. Everyone's spoons are different, so you have to rely on experience or try to slowly grasp the amount.

  The recipe records the process. Although there are some seasonings, it is not too detailed.

  It hasn’t reached the meal yet, and if you are cooking, you can’t eat much. Gong Ping took the recipe and didn’t continue to clamor for cooking. Instead, she flipped through Jiang He’s notes and looked at the menu roughly.

  As for the meal... Jiang He will definitely go back, and will not stay here and let Xu Qing cook some noodles at home by herself.

  "Then I will learn from the recipe first, and then ask you if there is any difficulty." Gong Ping went through the recipe, found several dishes that she liked, and closed the notebook with satisfaction.

  The rain showed no signs of diminishing. Xu Qing held a computer at home to work. Jiang He was not in a hurry to go back. He moved a chair and sat by the window to watch the rain screen with Gong Ping.

The perspective of the third floor is different from that of their first floor. The first floor is planted with flowers, flowers and grass, and the field of view is limited. Standing high on the third floor allows you to see far away. The rain from the street flows to the sewer and raindrops hit. Bubbles and splashes appeared on the ground.

   "It's so good~"

  Gong Ping was holding a water cup and suddenly sighed. Long before buying a house, she had thought about staying in the room with friends one day and doing whatever she wanted, even if she was just sitting together to kill time, it was very comfortable.

  It’s just that she couldn’t think of a Kaiyuan ancient person sitting next to her, if she knew...

   Jiang He took a sip of tea and asked, "Where is it good?"

  "Yijing...you don't understand, but unfortunately I haven't bought the Guzheng yet, otherwise it would be better to play a song now."

  "……"

  Jiang He doesn’t understand the thoughts of literary young women, but he also thinks it’s good. He feels different when he stays with Xu Qing. Both are very good.

  If Xu Qing was sitting next to her, she would probably be close together, or he would have her legs wrapped around her, and then she would read with a book and play with her mobile phone.

   "I'm still thinking how long I will meet friends here. I didn't expect it so soon." Gong Ping smiled happily.

  "Is it not easy to meet friends?" Although Jiang He currently only knows one of her friends, he still feels that it is very simple. Wherever the people of the rivers and lakes go, they are all brothers in the world.

"It's not easy at all... It's easy to say that it's just getting acquainted, but-oh, it's not easy to talk about." Gong Ping shook her head, "Besides, I'm from another place, it's hard to find the kind of friends who can bring home. , Um, okay, the hardest part is having a home."

  She smiled as she said, "It's fine now anyway."

   "It's nice to have a home." Jiang He looked into the distance, his vision shifted slightly, and he fell to the building where she lived, which was already familiar now.

  "It's not a home, it means there is a house. When there is no house, people are floating, especially friends who work and know. Once they leave the job and change city, they will basically be invisible again." Gong Ping said.

   "Work... alright."

  Jiang He has never worked, and she hasn’t had enough time to understand those things because she can’t answer this topic.

  According to Xu Qing, there are some things that you can learn from books or other people's words without experiencing, and you can grow your own wisdom by eating from others. This is the choice of smart people.

  The experience of people who have been in the society is a valuable asset... Xu Qing also pointed to Uncle Zhao and said that it was a treasure.

   "What did you do before?" Jiang He asked tentatively.

   "Before...have done training courses, sold products, engaged in self-media, quite a lot." Gong Ping didn't finish, only the ones who had been doing the longest.

   "So much work?"

   "It's normal, okay? It's rare to just do one job to the end of the world... Hey, sometimes I really think you are a kid."

  Gong Ping held Jiang He’s face and rubbed it. In her eyes, Jiang He looked quiet and had a different temperament. Sometimes she felt that Jiang He was the same age as her, and sometimes she felt that Jiang He was a little girl.

   "You look like okay..." Jiang He remembered that Gong Ping raised her skirt to the river and said that she wanted to lure fish.

   "I am eighteen this year."

   Gong Ping is righteous, saying that eighteen years old is eighteen years old, invincible beautiful girl.

   "I'm nineteen years old." Jiang He waved her hand away, feeling that Gong Ping was around twenty-three years old at most.

  If you count it, when Gong Ping was studying at school, she ran around the rivers and lakes for her life. This age gap can be completely ignored.

  The rain continued to patter, and water gradually accumulated on the road, and the sky was dull.

   "Do you go fishing after it rains? I don't think it's too distressing to learn to cook new dishes with the fish you caught." Gong Ping asked Jiang He's opinion, and the weather forecast said the rain would not last for too long.

   "Look at the time." Jiang He said.

   "I still have a boyfriend, how can I go fishing with you every day?"

  (End of this chapter)