My Wife is From a Thousand Years Ago

  Chapter 66 I often think of my father

  Originally, there was a little guilt because of misunderstanding Xu Qing, but now it disappears.

  This person is so annoying.

   Jiang He squeezed his fist and went into the kitchen, intending to heat up the porridge of last night, but found out that he had eaten it at Xu Qing’s parents’ house yesterday, and he forgot to cook it after he came back.

  "Do you want to eat noodles?" she shouted outside the kitchen.

   "Is there no porridge?"

   "I didn't cook it last night."

"Oh."

  "Would you like to eat?!" Without asking anything nonsense, Jiang He was a bit irritable, then touched his stomach, counted the days with his fingers, and reluctantly returned to his room.

   "Aren't you cooking noodles?"

  Xu Qing is strange, what's wrong with this Nizi?

   "Wait and cook."

   Jiang He's face was stinky, and he didn't know why it was so annoying.

  After a while, Xu Qing, who stood for a minute longer than yesterday, exhaled pretendingly, and amused himself as a master of martial arts. After practicing martial arts, he must exhale a stale breath.

  Physical fitness +1.

  After finishing the work, he came out to wash, and looked in the mirror to see if his appearance had changed. As a result, he couldn't see anything.

   Hell when I can see it... I just stood for a few days, even exercise is not counted, the Sunflower Collection did not work so quickly.

  "I'll give you food below." Jiang He, who came out of the room, has recovered his calmness.

   "Puff...cough cough..."

  Xu Qing, who was brushing her teeth, sprayed out a mouthful of foam, "That's called cooking noodles! Don't say that later."

  "Is it different?"

   "Cook your noodles."

  Xu Qing didn’t want to explain it, otherwise, this guy would definitely become angry...

  It's really strange to think of it together, netizens are harmful!

  Two bucks of noodles, boiled out a big pot, plus two beaten poached eggs, the white and egg yolk have been separated from the flesh, and they can only be reunited with a spoon.

  Xu Qing used a bowl to fill one-third, and the remaining two-thirds were Jiang He's—a breakfast was two yuan, and the egg was only three yuan, which made Jiang He more and more like cooking.

  The food outside is horrible.

   "If I eat this every day, it will only cost me more than 100 yuan a month."

  "You can drink water every day without spending a dime."

  "……"

   Jiang He didn't want to talk to him.

"No, you can live for seven days if you only drink water without eating, but you still have to eat... You can eat one meal every seven days, and drink only water at other times, so that it costs less than ten yuan a month." Xu Qing gave reasonable suggestions. .

  Have a chance to let this ancient little girl taste the iron fist of socialism, otherwise she thinks about what she doesn’t have... Not a college student who is in love, and wants to eat noodles every day?

  Oh, college students don’t eat noodles either, they eat steamed buns.

  After breakfast, the computer was occupied by Xu Qing studying movies and novels. Jiang He looked at it for a while and didn't quite understand. He sat on the sofa with the warm baby and read and studied.

The book was bought by Xu Qing in idle time. The Complete Collection of Detective Sherlock Holmes, Bai Ye Xing, The Ordinary World, etc., as well as the foundation of economics left at university—but this kind of book Jiang He only knows words and doesn’t. Knowing the sentence, after reading five thousand years of Chinese up and down with the simplified and traditional Chinese guide, she gnaws on novels in idle time and effortlessly.

  Although it seems difficult, some things are still understandable.

Art is a social ideology that uses images to reflect reality but is more typical than reality. Literature is even more so. Xu Qingyou wanted to borrow her granddaughter’s primary school textbook from Aunt Cheng to learn from Jiang He, but after careful thinking, he found that there was nothing. use.

   Jiang He lacks those things, she has her own thoughts and opinions, and is very smart, but she lacks cognition.

  To learn the poetry and articles of the ancients, and do some reading comprehension of the sea and mountains, it is far from simple to understand social consciousness and concepts directly from literature.

  As for mathematics... you can count, what calculus equations, most people will never use them after they are out of school.

  Learning is to enhance one's own value, for a better life, and her value is not there. If you really want to delve into those equations, you are wasting your life. Of course, if you are interested in those, then it is another matter.

   "You are so nearsighted, it is best to put the book on the table to read."

  Tired of tinkering in front of the computer, Xu Qing stretched out and turned to remind Jiang He.

   "Myopia?"

   "It's just that the eyes can't see things clearly, and you need to wear glasses... the one with a glass on the face is often seen on the street."

  He pointed to the bridge of his nose, suddenly rising up, ran into the bedroom, found a pair of flat glasses that had been used before, and handed it to Jiang He.

   "You put it on and experience it."

   "Wear it like this?"

   Jiang He nestled on the sofa, holding a book and putting on his glasses, blinking and turning his head to look around.

   Click.

  Xu Qing completed a sneak shot.

   "What are you doing?" Jiang He felt that something was wrong with this person.

"I'll pass it to you in a while, it looks pretty." Xu Qing didn't feel embarrassed at all. He took a closer look at Jiang He curled up on the sofa wearing glasses, and naturally sent the photo to Jiang He via WeChat, and then removed it from the table. I took the mirror and handed it to her.

   "Look at it."

"……strange."

  Jiang He looked in the mirror twice, took off his glasses and returned them to Xu Qing, but did not lie down with his legs curled up to watch, put on slippers and sat upright and continued to read the book.

  "Hey...I think of my father again." Xu Qing sighed.

  It itches her heart like this.

   "Your father?"

   "That's it...Have your second mother hug you?"

   "We often squeeze together, and she will hold me tightly when the winter is cold."

"Oh."

  Xu Qing was disappointed, put away his glasses and sat down in front of the computer again.

"what are you doing?"

   "Find a movie and see if you can try to be a film critic... it's a film critic."

  If you have a date, you don’t have a date to stab it. Of course it’s good if you make it, but you don’t lose if you don’t. This is Xu Qing’s philosophy.

  It’s a pity not to do something anyway, because he wants to do the ups. He did it with this idea in the first place.

   "Movie review?"

  "It's too complicated for you at the moment. It's hard to explain it in a way you can understand...It's also a bit complicated for me. Let's take a look anyway."

  Xu Qing shrugged, martial arts is dead. In recent years, martial arts movies are hard to describe in one word. It is good to be able to explore other things. They are all drainage, all movies, and there are still some things in common.

  The key is to have an aesthetic, to be able to understand what the movie is talking about, and to see what the people behind the scenes want to express through the movie, rather than just passing by with a happy laugh.

  There are basic conditions, and the rest is research and study.

  "Smart people will never lack food. This is the age of brain power. You have to learn to become smarter and don’t be foolish..."

   Xu Qing said, the phone next to him buzzed and vibrated, and it was Wang Zijun.

"where?"

   "Family...what's the matter?"

   "Part-time job that." Wang Zijun was straightforward, "Last time you said that, I studied it, and it's okay."

   "How exactly do you do it?"

   "When I meet you, I'll be over. I have to get that information or something."

  　 Thank you for the 1,000 points rewarded by Dark Night-Wind, if you don’t believe you count the 1,000 points rewarded by twelve words.

  (End of this chapter)