answer.

It is a very low-cost film but has a very high rating. It is very suitable to watch with the people you like on such an early winter afternoon.

Jiang He couldn't stand this kind of movie at first. After watching "Twelve Angry Men" with Xu Qing last time, he suddenly got the fun of movies, as well as the performing arts, and his taste and understanding of movies were greatly improved.

few.

"He also wants to hide himself, why should he tell others?"

“If you’ve been bored about something for a long time, you’ll get sick from it. You have to find an outlet to vent it, so let’s tell a story.”

"So you called me Heroine at home last night?"

"Well... they won't believe it anyway, unless my dad has Alzheimer's disease. By the way, let them know your true identity. After all, we are getting married. Whether they believe it or not is none of our business."

"Cunning villain."

…

After watching it, Xu Qing stretched and stood up and went out for a walk. Jiang He was at home alone, thinking about the movie he just watched and pondering it for a long time.

Returning to the computer and opening the number that Xu Qing had registered for her, Jiang He flexed his fingers and wrote what was considered his first movie review on the computer.

"If the truth is too horrifying, no one will believe it. It doesn't matter whether the truth is told or not. No one will take it seriously anyway. Even if it is the truth, it will be regarded as a story..."

…

Uncle Zhao held the cigarette between his fingers and squinted at the sunlight in the distance. He saw Xu Qing wandering over and exhaled a puff of smoke.

"You're in good spirits. Have you met something happy?"

"Well, that's right."

"Hehe." Uncle Zhao smiled and winked, "Can you get married now?"

Xu Qing was stunned for a moment, his eyes moved, he nodded and smiled: "It's almost time, I'll treat you to a wedding banquet then."

"I will definitely drink it."

Uncle Zhao was even happier. Xu Qing sat next to him, resting his elbows on his knees, bending down and looking across the road. After a moment, he turned his head and said, "Thank you, Uncle Zhao."

"Thank you for what you want, kid... have one?"

"Smoke this to cough... Okay, have one." Xu Qing took the cigarette he shook out, took a deep breath, and said, "Get a box of good ones from my dad and bring them over some other time."

"That's great!"

The two of them were sitting at the gate, puffing away smoke and basking in the sun. Gong Ping passed by, her high heels clicking on the ground, and she looked at them with interest. When she saw Xu Qing looking over, she smiled at him and stepped on her elegant shoes.

Walk away.

"I see they have that kind of fund. It seems quite profitable. Do you know how to play in that fund?"

"Huh?" Xu Qing's heart rang, "You want to play too?"

"Just understand what this is. I think it's easy for others to make money."

"I'm just an investor. You know about investing. Stocks, futures, and funds are all the same. Some people make money and enjoy life, and some people jump off buildings after losing money."

"Oh, I've heard of this, just that." Uncle Zhao looked understanding.

"Yes, please take it easy. I just lost several thousand yuan a few days ago, and Jiang He scolds me every day. It's not that... that's why I feel better."

"You deserve to be scolded. Thousands of dollars were wasted for fun." Uncle Zhao laughed and gave up the idea of ​​tinkering.

Xu Qing took a long puff of cigarette and said vicissitudes: "What a waste of money. When I started, I just played stocks and lost money when they fell. Later, I learned to short-sell, and I would lose money when stocks rose. Later, I played options."

I went there, and I lost money no matter whether the stock went up or down. Then I thought this thing wasn’t working, so I switched to futures... oh, this is awesome!”

"Make a lot of money?"

“You can lose money even if you sleep at night.”

"Fuck you, are you talking about cross talk with me?" Uncle Zhao cursed.

"Hahaha, this thing is just gambling, your luck is so bad."

After putting out the cigarette butt, Xu Qing turned around to pour some water, only to realize that she didn't bring out the thermos cup.

It is a good habit to bring a cup with you. Whenever you are thirsty, you can take a sip and take a small amount at many times. This will not put a big burden on your kidneys. You can also keep yourself hydrated at all times and avoid suddenly drying out and turning into a mummy.

No matter how high the risk of becoming a mummy is in the city, experts have long said that there are only two possibilities, change or stay the same, which is 50% and 50% probability respectively.

According to Murphy's Law, if something has the potential to go bad...

To sum up, if you go out without a thermos cup, you will become a mummy.

Xu Qing didn't want to turn into a mummy. He looked at Uncle Zhao happily drinking water and felt a little anxious about his transformation. Then he only sat there for a while and then went back home to find his own cup to drink water from.

Jiang He was still typing hard with One Finger Zen. When he saw him coming in, he only glanced sideways and continued to work hard to revise what he had written.

"what are you writing?"

"Self-cultivation of Tang Dynasty people"

"……sharp."

Xu Qing gave a thumbs up and came over with a glass of water. Jiang He hadn't finished writing yet, so he clicked "Minimize" to avoid showing it to him. He had no choice but to turn around and go out, continuing to chat with Uncle Zhao.

A week has passed.

When the express delivery phone rang, Jiang He's heart beat rapidly. Different from his mood when he went out that day, now he had truly received it.

Originally it would take thirty days to pick it up, but the expedited delivery could be shortened to ten days. She, who has always been stingy, chose to mail it without hesitation.

"Are we here?" Xu Qing also became excited. Concern caused confusion. With their level of concern, as long as they didn't hold it in their hands for a day, their last breath would never come out.

"I'll get it!"

Jiang He trotted out, but Xu Qing thought for a moment and did not follow. He watched from the window as Jiang He ran out and then came back after a short while.

After closing the door tightly, she took a deep breath, tore open the brown paper bag, saw the thin card inside, and ran her finger over the word 'Jiang He'.

When I submitted various materials for the first time, I was still wearing my shirt, and it is already winter.

"The photo is very beautiful." Xu Qing looked at her photo and smiled.

"I... am Jiang He, citizen ID number..." Jiang He's eyebrows gradually arched.

Its significance is more than just proof for modern people.

She no longer has to rely entirely on Xu Qing, but on others. From now on, the world is big and she can go anywhere.

"Should I say congratulations?"

Xu Qing helped her lift the hair from her forehead and felt a little emotional. This little old lady is now really starting to blend into modern society.

As long as Jiang He herself is not exposed, no one can reveal her identity.

"Xu Qing, thank you." Jiang He stood up on tiptoes and kissed him on the lips.

"You worked hard on your own."

"Teacher Xu teaches well."

After holding it in her hand and looking at it for a long time, she carefully put the thin card into her wallet, then stuffed the wallet into her bear bag and patted it with her hand.

"I, Jiang He, am a modern scholar!"
Chapter completed!