Chapter 239

"It's raining."

It's cloudy outside. The air is not as hot as last night. You can feel cool without opening the window.

Jiang He didn't turn on the fan. He was playing with his mobile phone. When he heard the sound of the window, he turned to have a look. The fine raindrops were blown onto the glass by the wind.

"Well, it's early autumn."

Xu Qing calculates the day. Xiaoyan is about to start school, so he can't do his homework with Jiang He.

"I'll go out and have a look." Jiang He stood up with a stretch and went to the bedroom to put on his coat.

Just a notice, Xu Qing also did not make a sound, until she put on a coat out, just look outside the weather: "rain out?"

"Find Pingping."

"Oh."

Took an umbrella to go out, outside pattering light rain, just wet the ground.

Jiang He, with his pocket in one hand and his umbrella in the other, looked up at the gloomy sky and walked to the north of the community.

Gong Ping's house is not far away. It's just a few buildings apart. When she came back from fishing last time, Jiang He had already been there once. She stepped on the path, turned a corner, walked a few steps forward and entered a corridor. She put away her umbrella and went to the third floor,

There are two households on the right-hand side of the door. If you tap twice, the door will be opened from the inside.

"Come on in!"

Wearing a small vest and tight shorts, Gong Ping is full of vitality. She opens the door to welcome Jiang He in. Then she lies on the mat on the ground and continues to break her legs.

"I'll be fine soon. You can sit down first." She said.

Jiang He puts his umbrella behind the door, comes to take off his coat, stares at Gong Ping's strange posture for two seconds, and his eyes move to one side to look at the room.

Last time, Xu Qing guessed right. The area of this house is relatively small, about one third smaller than that where Xu Qing lives. But there are not many things in the living room, just a sofa, a small tea table, a folding table at the kitchen door, and two stools beside it.

Simple, not crowded at all.

Is this the way a single woman lives? Jiang He turns to look at the room. It's simpler than where she and Xu Qing live. It's a little less warm.

"Would you like to learn from me... Hoo, yoga?" Gong Ping holds her legs apart, splits a horse on the mat, and presses her upper body down to follow the slogan "1.2.3.4" on TV.

"Yoga?"

Jiang He smell speech to see past, just see two and a half big ball, immediately quickly move away a vision.

"Well? You don't know, do you? " Gong Ping looks up in surprise.

"I know, but I haven't practiced."

"I'll teach you!"

"Still can't..." Jiang He Yu Guang glances at Gong Ping obliquely, that action is really too ugly.

yoga?

She has a little impression, but she doesn't know what she does. Is Gong Ping's action used to please men Jiang He looks at the nose, nose and heart with his eyes. With his other hand, he quietly touches out the mobile phone and tries to type and search with the keyboard.

Today, Gong Ping came here to teach her how to cook. She thought that she had nothing to do. Unexpectedly, she saw Gong Ping doing this——

Oh, No.

Looking at the search results on his mobile phone, Jiang He suddenly realized that it was a way to cultivate his mind.

She put the mobile phone back together again. Looking from the side, Gong Ping has changed her posture, landing on all fours, lifting one leg up, like a dog peeing

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Modern Kung Fu is so strange.

"Yoga is also a kind of practice. It's mainly used to reduce stress and practice flexibility of the body... Well, you can learn it. When you practice Kung Fu in Xu Qing's family, you can practice yoga nearby. It's very suitable for you to be firm and gentle, move and be quiet." Gong Ping keeps the dog urinating and has time to talk. Then she moves slowly to change her leg and keep on.

When Jiang He looks at Gong Ping's posture, he can't help but think of the little movie on Xu Qing's computer. It seems that he also has this kind of action

"No, I'll learn that Kung Fu with him, let alone yoga." She shook her head and declined Gong Ping's kindness.

If you do this kind of action in front of Xu Qing, it's better to fight a set of fists with him. The stamping of the hand and fist is much more powerful than this.

"Girls learn to be gentle. What's the use of learning from him? It's better to practice karate, but karate should be better than Xu Qing. If you want to defend yourself, it's enough to have him. You're very safe, so it's good to practice yoga. If you want to learn, I'll teach you."

Gong Ping said slowly as she changed her posture. Two people practicing yoga on the mat together is much more interesting than one person. It's not boring, and they can supervise and supervise each other.

However, Jiang He seemed to be very resistant. She thought about it and said, "practicing this can also make your boyfriend more..."

"What's more?"

"I like it better." Gong Ping laughs.

“……”

Jiang He's eyebrows are picked. Without Gong Ping's saying, she can see that no matter whether other boyfriends like it or not, Xu Qing will definitely like it.

Because he's a pervert.

But Jiang He still doesn't plan to learn, because Xu Qing obviously prefers the way she dances the sword to the way the dog pees in the blanket

"Do you always live on your own here?" Jiang He turns to the topic. Although Gong Ping is also a girl, she feels a little bit... It seems impolite to stare. She has to turn her head and continue to look at the room.

She had already said that she would come to teach Gong Ping how to cook. Gong Ping invited her to come here on wechat. Anyway, it rained and she couldn't fish, so she came.

"Yes, I feel comfortable living alone."

"It's expensive to buy a house, isn't it?"

"It's not very expensive. The houses here are old, and... They're in a mess. They're much cheaper than the ordinary ones. The best thing is that they're all around. They're not too busy and they're not cold. I'll choose here."

"That's great."

Whether it's expensive or not, it's a great thing to be able to buy a house on her own. Jiang he checked on the Internet and found that no matter where the house is expensive, it's frightening. For her, it's just the difference between being unable to afford it and being even more unable to afford it.

"Generally, I have to repay the loan every month, just for myself to live comfortably."

More than ten minutes later, Gong Ping finished a group of movements, got up from the mat, panted in a low voice, wiped her sweat, rolled up the yoga mat and received it to one side, then looked at the rain outside the window.

"It's raining hard." She turned to say, big raindrops hit the glass, making a crackling sound.

Rainy days stay at home, there is always a very comfortable feeling, with friends, feel better.

Gong Ping wipes her sweat with a towel, sits down on the sofa, pours two cups of tea for Jiang He and pushes them over. She holds the cup in her hand and sips it. By the way, she uses the remote control to change the TV to another station.

"It's not as well decorated as you. There's a lot of furniture left to buy. I'm too lazy to do it alone."

"It's easy. It looks comfortable."

"I'm going to put a zither over there. I can play it when I have nothing to do." Gong Ping pointed to the corner next to her and said, "how do you like to have a live broadcast like you?"

"That's good. It's broadcast for an hour every day. It should be watched by a lot of people."

Jiang He looks at Gong Ping's navel revealing vest and thinks that it will definitely attract a lot of audience - she is not that silly Kaiyuan bumpkin any more.

"You're not going to wear this live, are you?"

"Ha ha, it's not impossible to wear this." Gong Ping pulls her collar and doesn't care what to wear. Unlike Jiang He, she often wears short skirts and navel dresses.

And Jiang He is a bit conservative... Gong Ping thinks so. At least she has never seen Jiang He wear a skirt. Every time she sees it, although the clothes are different, they match very well.

Different personalities lead to different dressing styles.

After a short rest on the sofa and a few sips of tea, Gong Ping takes Jiang He to the kitchen to see her new spatula.

In the past, there was only an induction cooker, not even a pressure cooker, and many dishes could not be cooked. Now I'm slowly buying things, and I plan to let Jiang he teach her how to cook.

"What's missing?" Asked Gong Ping.

"It's like... It's missing a grindstone." Jiang He casually played two times with the knife in his hand. When he saw that it was not sharp, he wanted to grind it.

Gong Ping scratched her head and saw that Jiang He was a chef. She kept the grindstone in mind and said, "what else?"

"Nothing else."

"Let's cook then."

"Wait, I have notes here."

Jiang He took a notebook out of his bag like a baby. It had her childish handwriting on it. On the front page, there were four big words "Jiang's recipe" written by Xu Qing.

"You wrote it?" Gong Ping was staring at the handwritten version of Jiang's recipe. She didn't expect that Jiang He could find this kind of thing from her bag.

"Well, I remember that when I learned to cook."

"Awesome..."

"I'll let you have a look. You can learn this quickly." Jiang He has another book. It's not full. She's slowly adding dishes. Only very delicious dishes will she take notes.

To learn how to cook depends on talent, such as a few spoons of salt, a few spoons of soy sauce and so on. Everyone's spoon is not the same size, so we have to rely on experience or try to grasp the amount slowly.

The recipe is about the process. Although there are some seasonings, they are not too detailed.

Now it's not time for dinner, and she can't eat much when she's cooking. Instead of arguing with her recipe, Gong Ping turns over Jiang He's notes and looks at it roughly as a menu.

As for the meal time... Jiang He will definitely go back. He won't stay here and let Xu Qing cook some noodles by himself.

"I'll follow the recipe first, and I'll ask you if there's any problem." Gong Ping looks through the menu, finds several dishes she likes, and closes her notebook with satisfaction.

There is no sign that the rain is decreasing. Xu Qing is working with his computer at home, and Jiang He is not in a hurry to go back. He moves a chair and sits by the window to watch the rain with Gong Ping.

The perspective of the third floor is different from that of the first floor where they live. There are flowers and plants outside the first floor, and the scope of vision is limited. When you stand high on the third floor, you can naturally see far away. The rain on the street flows down the channel, and the rain drops hit the ground, and bubbles and spray appear.

"That's good."

Gong Ping suddenly exclaimed with a glass of water. As early as before she bought a house, she thought that one day she would stay in the room with her friends and do whatever she wanted, even if it was just sitting together to kill time, it would be very comfortable.

It's just that she can't think of an ancient Kaiyuan man sitting next to her. If you know

Jiang he sipped his tea and asked, "where is good?"

"Artistic conception... You don't understand. It's a pity that you haven't bought guzheng, otherwise it would be better to play one now."

“……”

Jiang He doesn't understand the ideas of young women in literature and art, but he also thinks it's very good. When he is with Xu Qing, he has a different feeling. Both are very good.

If Xu Qing is sitting next to her, she will probably lean together or be held by his legs. Then she will read books and play with her mobile phone.

"I'm still thinking about how long I'll meet my friends here. I didn't expect it to be so soon." Gong Ping is very happy.

"It's not easy to meet friends?" Although Jiang He only knows one of her friends at present, he still thinks it's very simple. People in the Jianghu are brothers all over the world.

"It's not easy at all... It's easy to say just to know each other, but - well, it's not easy to say." Gong Ping shook his head. "It's very difficult for me to find friends who can take me home. Well, the most difficult thing is to have a home."

She said, laughing. "It's good now anyway."

"It's good to have a home." Jiang He looked at the distance, the line of sight slightly offset, fell to the one she lived in, the building is now very familiar.

"It's not a family, but a house. When there is no house, people are floating, especially friends who work and know each other. When they leave and change cities, they can't see them any more." Said Gong Ping.

"Work... OK."

Jiang He hasn't worked. She can't talk about this topic. She doesn't have enough time to understand those things.

According to Xu Qing, some things you don't need to experience can also be learned from books or other people's words. It's a wise person's choice to eat others and gain wisdom.

The experience of those who have been around in society is precious wealth... Xu Qing also pointed to Uncle Zhao and said that it was a treasure.

"What did you do before?" Jiang He asked tentatively.

"Before... I have done training courses, sold products, and engaged in we media, quite a lot." Gong Ping didn't finish, only said the longest ones.

"So much work?"

"It's normal, right? Only do a job to the end of time is a minority... Ah, sometimes I really think you are a child

Gong Ping holds Jiang He's face and rubs it. In her eyes, Jiang He looks quiet and has a different temperament. Sometimes she feels that Jiang He is the same age as herself, and sometimes she feels that Jiang He is a little girl.

"You just look like ok..." Jiang He remembered that Gong Ping lifted her skirt to the river and said she wanted to lure fish.

"I'm eighteen this year."

Gong Ping is right. She says that eighteen is eighteen. She is invincible.

"I'm nineteen." Jiang He waved her hand and felt that Gong Ping was about 23 years old at most.

If you count up, when Gong Ping was studying in school, she was running around in the world. This gap can be completely ignored.

Rain pattered underground, the road gradually accumulated water, dark sky.

"Go fishing after the rain? I don't think it's too painful to learn how to make new dishes with the fish I've caught. " Gong Ping asked Jiang He for advice. The weather forecast said it would not rain for long.

"Look at the time." Jiang He said.

"I have a boyfriend. How can I go fishing with you every day?"