The sword Jiang He is using now is bought from a certain treasure. The store calls it Longquan Sword. It is very fancy and pretty. The patterned steel is very hard. It is not a soft sword used for performances. It is much heavier than the old sword and feels better in the hand.

It's just that it's not sharpened, so she doesn't care if it's not sharp enough. It's just for practice anyway.

Xu Qing asked her why she still played every day, and she said it was a habit.

In the afternoon.

The courier boy called and delivered two packages to the door. The addressee on them was Jiang He—Xu Qing would always write the name of the signee as her when buying things for Jiang He.

"what is that?"

Jiang He has long been accustomed to express delivery, and even thought about competing with the delivery boy for his job.

"your clothes."

Xu Qing opened the box twice, took out a few bras from it, looked at Jiang He and said: "You should choose it yourself..."

Before he finished speaking, a nervous-looking Jiang He snatched the box away.

"Don't touch it!"

"Don't worry, I don't like this."

Xu Qing opened another box. Inside was a half-sleeved summer dress, also from Jiang He.

Light blue, with a small dinosaur taking steps on the front.

"Don't you want to buy clothes?" Jiang He couldn't help but ask when he saw that he only had clothes for himself.

"I have more clothes than you, and the wardrobe is all mine."

"..."

She realized she had asked the wrong question.

Xu Qing had put the clothes back into the box and handed them to her: "Take them all and wash them before wearing them. Don't put them on directly. Can I wash them for you?"

"No, I'll do it myself."

Jiang He got up and was about to go back to the house. He found a card in the box. He picked it up and looked at it and stopped immediately.

"Twenty dollars."

"What twenty yuan?" Xu Qing asked.

"It says 20 yuan back... It takes me a long time to move bricks to earn 20 yuan."

Jiang He held it like a treasure and showed it to Xu Qing.

Five-star review plus 20 rebates for buyer’s show?

Xu Qing choked on her own saliva, "I haven't even seen it, but they want to see it for twenty dollars?!"

How shameless!

Jiang He was a little confused, and his eyes widened when he learned that he was going to take pictures.

Photograph?

Do you still want to wear this clothes?

She looked down at the clothes in the box and shook her head like a rattle: "I don't want any more!"

After talking and throwing the card into the trash can, Jiang He was about to enter the house, then turned back to Xu Qing and hesitated to speak.

"What's wrong?" Xu Qing asked.

"What do you mean you haven't seen it?"

"I've never seen it before."

"..."

Nothing seems wrong.

Jiang He rummaged through the box of the half-sleeved shirt and found another card, but it only gave back five yuan.

Profiteer.

"Give me a piece of clothing." Xu Qing said suddenly.

"What to do?" Jiang He was alert.

"If you do a buyer's show, twenty yuan can buy a catty of pork."

??

Jiang He understood his meaning inexplicably, and his eyelids twitched, "Can you...can you?"

"What do you think?"

Seeing Xu Qing go into the bathroom, she felt a little excited, as if she was doing something extraordinary.

It's a pity that the half-sleeved shirt is too small? Otherwise, you can give it to him...

…

Half an hour later.

Jiang He looked at the thirty yuan that Xu Qing turned over. He didn't even care that his clothes were taken away by Xu Qing, and was deeply surprised.

"Why thirty?"

"They asked me to delete it? Give me ten yuan more."

“What a strange store.”

There was surprise on her face? The experience of picking wool with Xu Qing was no less than picking up money while walking on the street.

The feeling of happiness is the same.

"I found... so interesting."

"What's interesting?" Xu Qing asked.

"This...this..." Jiang He pursed his lips, unable to describe his inner feelings.

"Little surprises in life?" Xu Qing put the phone aside and said, "This is called knowing how to live a good life and having extra meals in the evening."

Can he understand? The point is not thirty dollars? It is the two people working together to get things done that they originally planned to give up. That kind of small satisfaction and sense of accomplishment that only belongs to the two of them.

"good!"

Jiang He agreed and smiled at Xu Qing.

"Silly."

Xu Qing shook her head, turned on the computer and started doing some work. She sent Jiang He all the information she had agreed to during the meal via WeChat and asked her to see what she likes to do and try it.

No matter what Jiang He chooses in the end, he will try his best to support it.

"Sometimes I feel like I'm raising a daughter. Do you feel this way?"

"No."

"Little cotton-padded jacket."

"I'm not."

"Do you know what little cotton-padded jacket means?" Xu Qing was surprised, this was too broad a lesson.

"I don't know what you mean? But I know you're taking advantage of me."

Jiang He clenched his fists at him, and then went to the washing machine to sort out the clothes.

Xu Qing didn't say anything anymore? I had thought before that it wouldn't be so fun after she learned everything. Looking at it now, it seems that it will become more and more interesting.

Open the little broken website? And find a trumpet with a familiar tone commenting under him? This person has been tirelessly looking for trouble in his comment area? He also has a magical ability - he can easily make Xu Qing feel irritated every time.

"Is this my dad?"

Xu Qing had this guess during the second trumpet, but didn't dare to ask. If he asked, the old man would definitely become angry, so he just kept watching the trumpet performance.

What Xu Qing is wondering is, how did Xu Wenbin find his video?

Could it be that after a casual search of Idle Man, Master Qing of Idle Man came out, and he decided that it was him... This is too mysterious.

After looking at the long comment for a while, Xu Qing moved the mouse to put him in the blacklist, then put him out, then put him in, and finally picked up his phone to call Qin Hao.

"Did you tell my dad what my name was at Xiaopo Station?"

Qin Hao was stunned by his straightforward words, "Huh?"

"What are you doing? I'm probably your kid."

"ah."

"Is it really you?"

"Hello? The signal is not good, this place is broken..."

Toot toot toot…

Xu Qing listened to Qin Hao pretending to hang up the phone, threw the phone aside angrily, looked at the comment section and scratched his head.
To be continued...