Farewell My Concubine is about that era.

Although it is far away from now, there is always an indescribable feeling about the customs, customs and changes in current events.

Xu Qing was holding a bowl of porridge and slurping down it, taking a few bites of pickles from time to time, and watched with Jiang He until the end, when Cheng Dieyi drew his sword and committed suicide.

An era, a story.

"The drama here is outdated. Just like kung fu, not many people work hard to practice it, and there is no way out after practicing it. It can only become a small circle and become a cultural inheritance. Simply put, times have changed."

He sighed, not knowing why he sighed. When watching this kind of movie, it always touches a certain place in his heart. This is also the reason why he likes to watch movies and why he likes to do ups.

A good movie can make people think about it for several years or even more than ten years, and want to watch it again.

Jiang He looked at the ending song thoughtfully. She couldn't understand it as well as Xu Qing, but the conflict between the times before and after was directly conveyed through the picture, and it had nothing to do with whether she could understand it or not.

This is the value of art. The joys and sorrows of human beings are not the same, but art can resonate with people.

"Times have changed." Jiang He also sighed.

"Um?"

Xu Qing looked sideways, there was something indescribably strange about these four words coming out of her mouth.

"Why are men afraid of running at night?" Jiang He ignored his surprise and asked instead.

"The only way to run at night is to kiss. Men are most afraid of this. If you ever see me unhappy, just use something like this that scares me..." Xu Qing couldn't make up any more. He saw Jiang He clenching his fists.

"Running at night is just a show."

He gave up teaching Jiang He to joke, packed up the dishes and took them to the kitchen to wash, while saying: "The same goes for Sifan. Sifan tells the story of a young nun who was infatuated with love and ran down to the Taoist temple to chase a man. It's good, but you

I guess I can't understand it.

Both plays require basic skills. It is a one-man show with a big role. There is no scene change in the middle, and there is no time to take a breath and drink water. Drink water before going on stage to reduce thirst, drink too much to hold back urine, and sing after going on stage.

If you want to do Da, you have to hold on when you start singing. It's quite difficult anyway. If you can sing it well, it means you have mastered the skill. Whether you can become famous depends on God."

"That Ye Ben is the leopard-headed Lin Chong. He is hundreds of years younger than you. He held his breath and ran to Liangshan on a snowy night... The master who just died was singing Ye Ben. He suffocated himself to death. You can see how difficult it is.

Alright?"

Xu Qing waved her hands and came out. She felt better after drinking some porridge, and she was in an inexplicably good mood, "Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, the movie just now was about the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China. There have been such big changes, and the two of us are so far apart... Hey,

magic."

Speaking of Lin Chong, he felt so far away, but when he saw Jiang He, he felt a little close.

If one day I go out and pick up Lin Chong and come back... Good guy, if you don't do anything else every day, you just pick up people.

"The power of the times is invincible. Things that were heinous before will become commonplace, and things that were popular before may be crimes now."

He said nothing, ignored Jiang He who was meditating there, and went into the bathroom to take a bath with his pajamas in his arms.

Every time she watches a movie, she has to think about it for a while. This is a good thing, and it is better than some people who can't even think about it.

The longer Jiang He wanted to stay here, the more he thought about the past, present and future.

As her knowledge increased, she also understood more and more the value of having a place here.

When Shan first came here and was walking around with her sword, if it hadn't been for the heavy rain and there weren't many people on the street, even if she was running around with her sword unnoticed, she would still be caught when she got hungry and grabbed something to eat.

The more stable this society is, the more dangerous it will be when she first arrives.

If Xu Qing had acted arbitrarily at that time, the result might have been different.

She sat cross-legged on the sofa, looked down at the rough part of her hand, picked it a few times with her fingers, and looked towards the bathroom.

Times have changed.

Er Niang’s words seem to be outdated... right?

…

When Xu Qing came out, he saw Jiang He hesitating about something, and his hands were almost twisted together.

"What are you thinking about?"

"nothing."

Jiang He stood up as if nothing had happened, walked straight into the room and closed the door.

"Hurry up and take a shower. It's very hot inside and it's not cold at all." Xu Qing shouted from behind.

"good!"

Hearing Jiang He's response, Xu Qing went to the computer and moved the winter melon away. He sat down and nodded casually. Hearing the sound of the door opening behind him and Jiang He kicking to the bathroom, he opened Baidu to check his browsing history.

Empty.

Suspecting that he had opened it the wrong way, Xu Qing closed it and opened it again, but it was still blank.

this……

Have you learned to keep records?

He looked back at the bathroom, a little surprised.

Ten minutes later.

There was a soft knock on the bathroom door.

Xu Qing maintained Ge You's lying position on the sofa and looked back.

Jiang He was no longer still neatly dressed after taking a bath as before. He put on the pajamas that were a few sizes too big, tilted his head so that his hair was leaning to one side, held a bath towel in both hands, wrapped it up and rubbed it.

A section of her smooth calves was exposed at the hem of her pajamas. She put on cotton slippers under her feet and walked toward him in a huffing and strutting manner.

As he got closer, Xu Qing could see that her face was flushed with steam, and there were moist water droplets on her forehead. She was pink and delicate, completely unlike the strong woman who broke a tree with one arm.

"What are you looking at?" Jiang He was a little uncomfortable. Instead of handing him the hair dryer, he plugged it in and did it himself.

"If you hadn't slapped me to death, I might have committed a crime."

"Um?"

"It's a pity that there is no if." Xu Qing lay on the sofa and did not move, but closed his eyes.

The hair dryer whirred and started to work. Jiang He sat on the chair and dried his hair. He suddenly thought: "If I were a... weak woman with no strength, what would you have done back then?

"

"Call and ask for security to take you home."

"Why?"

"Because some people now also wear ancient costumes. If you didn't have that dart that day, I would just think you were a lost girl..."

Jiang He was a little ashamed, destroying his TV just after they met, "Just because of that dart?"

"And your worn-out straw sandals with exposed toes, your temperament, eyes, look... Anyway, it's all mixed together, and I feel something is wrong intuitively. That dart can only be regarded as a lead, but it's very

It’s important, if there wasn’t that introduction, I would just think you were a weirdo.”

Xu Qing carefully recalled the scene when we first met: "Normally, it would be hard for me to believe you, but all the abnormalities were put together, and you used the dart to scare me, I just... I was so excited that I scared you

Let me in, and if you calm down for a while, things like this might not happen anymore. After all, you are quite scary with a sword."

Jiang He blew his hair and glanced at him, then thought for a moment and said, "In other words, if I am powerless, you might let me in, but will I be handed over to the police in the end?"

"No, it's handed over to the security guard, who then hands it over to the police."

"Won't you commit a crime?"

"...I'm not a criminal!" Xu Qing said angrily, "I...forget it, you don't understand either."

It takes three years to start, and only a fool would do that kind of thing.

Jiang He didn't speak anymore, and there was only the noise from the hair dryer in the living room.

The two of them were thinking about their own things, and they were already used to the idea of ​​a man and a woman living together in the same room.

Anyway, he was innocent and didn't do anything.

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Chapter completed!