Back at the gate, Uncle Zhao looked outside under the umbrella. His little grandson had already started school. He often came over to play with him during the summer vacation. Now that he had disappeared, it was strange. He could only invite Xu Qing to sit down and drink tea.

.

"A young man like you is more comfortable than me?" Uncle Zhao was a little envious as he smoked. Damn it, the retirement life he had been looking forward to for so long was now being lived by Xu Qing.

This guy carried a thermos cup and wandered around. His girlfriend also carried a fishing rod, and she and her friends rode a balance car and drifted away. The two of them didn't have as much time as the other two.

"It just looks like I'm free."

"Actually? What else are you doing that makes you tired?" Uncle Zhao felt the same way, there is no one who doesn't have to go to work every day.

"It's actually more leisurely, so leisurely that I feel panicked."

"..."

"Hahaha, I'm just kidding. I'm busy when you can't see me." Xu Qing refilled a cup of tea for herself and blew lightly, "I'm also busy when you can see me."

"What are you busy with?"

"I'm busy thinking about how to make good-looking videos. Once I figure it out, I have to go home and do it."

He moved his fingers twice around his head.

"Still free." Uncle Zhao clicked his tongue and had to admit that even though some people were very powerful, their exhaustion methods were difficult for ordinary people to imagine.

Like Fuhao Ma, he regrets creating Aba Aba every day, how tiring it is...

Uncle Zhao shook his head. As smart as he was, if Lao Ma wanted to come over and change his job, he would still be comfortable as a security guard.

"Human, this is it for this life."

"Yes, for the rest of my life." Xu Qing agreed, imitating Uncle Zhao's posture and leaning on the chair, looking at the street outside in unison.

"Look at those rich people who drive luxury cars and live in high-rise buildings. What's the point, right? They're just beds." Uncle Zhao pointed out while smoking a cigarette.

"Yes, that's right."

"There are also beautiful women. In a few decades, they will all be old ladies. It's boring, right?"

"Well, women are not interesting at all. It doesn't matter whether they look good or not." Xu Qing held a cup and drank water. From a distance, he saw Jiang He and Gong Ping floating over like hot wheels.

Then he left with the two women.

Uncle Zhao is left here to feel miserable, young people like good-looking faces, it's over.

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"What's the point of sitting with the old man every day?" Gong Ping looked back while holding the fishing rod, not understanding what Xu Qing was thinking.

Looking from a distance, it looks like two old men sitting there.

"I'm free, I have nothing to do." Xu Qing shrugged.

"I asked you to fish with us and you didn't go," Jiang He said.

"I still have things to do, so how can I find time to fish?"

"..."

"..."

Jiang He and Gong Ping both rolled their eyes and stopped at the intersection. They put down their buckets and shared the spoils with each other, then waved and went back to their homes.

"I gained a lot today."

Xu Qing saw the fish in the bucket. Although they were not as big as before, there were quite a few fish that were two fingers wide, enough for two people to fry a plate.

In other words, a deep-fried dish is more appropriate. Jiang He likes fried small fish the most.

"There was a big fish, but it got off the hook and ran away."

"Can we still decouple?"

"Of course you can. It doesn't mean you can keep the bait after eating it." Jiang He found that she could despise Xu Qing in terms of fishing. When she was free, she often went online to learn some skills. Xu Qing could only hang the bait.

Throw it out and see if you can catch it, just for fun.

Xu Qing helped carry the fishing rod and other odds and ends, and Jiang He carried the small red bucket back home. They didn't catch any big fish, and their plan to give it to Xu Wenbin for a fishing trip also came to nothing.

Jiang He rarely mentioned her identity. She seemed to know that Xu Qing would help her arrange everything. She had never pressed her, and there was no need for it in her current life.

"I remember you said that the old scavenger told you that she picked you up in Jiangcheng and later lived in Zhejiang. That's why you came to Jiangcheng to work, right?" Xu Qing suddenly asked.

"Ah?" Jiang He was stunned for a moment, then thought for a moment and said, "I didn't hear you clearly. Please ask again."

"..."

Xu Qing repeated it again.

"Yes, I told you." Jiang He nodded.

The two looked at each other and laughed.

The two-finger-wide fish was cut open by Jiang He with scissors, and he handled it with dexterity. If a group of old ladies on the riverside saw it, they would definitely slap their thighs in agony and exclaim, "What a sin~"

Even the little turtles were thrown into the river and drowned. The poor turtle tried to climb up but was thrown in again. I don’t know what magical operation it was. Sure enough, modern times are different. In the prosperous age... everything can happen.

Jiang He thought about the anecdotes he encountered, rubbed his forehead with the back of his hand, and glanced at Xu Qing next to him.

"You sit with Uncle Zhao every day, are you helping me?"

"No, I just like to rest with them."

"What's the point?"

"That's so interesting. It doesn't cost anything. You can sit there all afternoon with a cup of tea and bask in the sun. Isn't it more comfortable than going to the riverside with a horse in your little red bucket?"

"From a distance you look like an old man."
Chapter completed!